The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 45 Eternal Boiling
"Fellow villagers, you can begin!"

Du Yuan turned around and loudly announced the start of construction to the people carrying tiles on their backs.

The temple, neither too big nor too small, instantly became lively as Du Yuan's voice fell.

The men carrying the roof tiles immediately sprang into action. They placed wooden ladders on the crumbling wall, piled the roof tiles on their shoulders, and shouted as they climbed up.

Not far from the open space, several hardworking village women had already rolled up their sleeves and started cooking.

Du Yuan looked around and found that everything was in perfect order, and there was nothing for an outsider like him to interfere with.

Just as they were about to find a place to sit and rest, they heard the man above suddenly shout in surprise:
"Hey?!"

Looking up, I saw the man on the roof shouting urgently:

"Taoist Master! I can't lift these broken tiles!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and forcefully lifted the tile, demonstrating it on the spot.

It was just a few scattered pieces of broken tile, seemingly unobstructed, yet it remained completely still. At first, the man thought it was stuck to something and figured he could eventually pry it off with a little more force.

To everyone's surprise, he was already flushed red, his hands were bulging with veins, and he was using all his strength, but the tile still seemed to be stuck to the roof.

Two other people nearby, unconvinced, also went to help. One reached out to try and pry it off, but it wouldn't budge; the other tried other broken tiles nearby, with the same result!
Startled by this strange occurrence, the two men passing tiles along the ladder below quickly bent down and tentatively lifted the tiles beneath their feet. This time, however, they lifted the tiles effortlessly.

"What...what's going on?" The two looked at the tile in their hands, both surprised and puzzled.

The three people on the roof shook their heads repeatedly, saying anxiously, "It's not that we don't have the strength! You'll see if you come up and try!"

The two switched places. The two newcomers to the roof, not believing in the superstition, tried to remove the "rooted" tile, only to immediately experience the consequences.

No matter how hard they tried, their faces turned red, their veins bulged, and they used every ounce of strength they had, the small tile simply wouldn't budge!
This extraordinary sight attracted more and more onlookers, who pointed and whispered among themselves. Finally, all eyes turned to the Taoist priest, the only one who could explain it all.

Even Du Yuan was somewhat surprised by this bizarre situation.

Didn't that person already agree?
Logically, this shouldn't be the case!

"Oh?" Du Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Let this humble Taoist take a look."

After saying that, Du Yuan quickly climbed the ladder and arrived at the "rooted" tile in the blink of an eye.

This is the only hole in the temple roof, perfectly positioned directly above the head of the statue.

Apart from a few scattered broken tiles, there was a gaping hole that exposed the altar below without any cover. Years of wind and rain had poured in through this hole, so it's no wonder that the statue of that deity was in such a dilapidated state.

After taking a deep breath, Du Yuan placed her five fingers on the broken tile that had left everyone helpless.

Upon touching it, an indescribable sense of heaviness suddenly arose!
It's very heavy, really heavy, but it's not impossible!

After a moment of stunned silence, Du Yuan lifted the broken tile.

"Hey, it worked?!"

"The Taoist priest has succeeded!"

"Oh, what's going on?"

The villagers were amazed, and Du Yuan was also slightly puzzled.

But just as doubts began to surface in her mind, Du Yuan suddenly felt a large amount of water vapor burst out from the tile in her hand.

The wind not only made his sleeves flutter wildly, but it also almost blew the men next to him off the cliff.

If the astonishing moisture hadn't come and gone so quickly, several people might have actually perished.

"Taoist Master, what, what, what's going on?"

The men who nearly tumbled down were terrified, yet they looked at Du Yuan, who was holding a tile, with immense awe.

Du Yuan did not answer, but carefully examined the broken tiles in her hand.

The cold, stagnant water vapor above is descending at a visible rate.

It dried completely in the time it takes to breathe.

'This is? ’

Du Yuan subconsciously looked down at the statue.

The other party responded, but this time it felt somewhat unreal.

'The Great Way, Mountains, and Waters'

Then came a long silence. It was as if uttering those few words had already exhausted all his strength.

Du Yuan frowned deeply, feeling for some reason that this was similar to the first time she came here to clean the altar for this person.

Both are difficult and challenging. So, I guess I'll have to do it again this time?

After rubbing her temples, Du Yuan could only smile and continue.

It doesn't make sense that they would just slip away after all this.

However, before continuing, Du Yuan didn't forget to hand the tile in her hand to the man, saying:

"Now look at it, can you still lift it?"

The man carefully took the tile, and unconsciously used all the strength he had in his life when he held it up with both hands.

Having experienced the power of these tiles firsthand, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle their weight.

But after actually getting his hands on it, he exclaimed in surprise:

"Hey, it's normal now? It's not heavy, is it?"

To his astonishment, he tried the remaining broken tiles.

He took a step, applied force, and in just a moment, he gave up with an embarrassed smile.

At this point, Du Yuan understood that only he could fix the hole in the roof of the statue.

"It seems only I can do it." He cupped his hands and said, "Please, fellow villagers, teach me your repair skills."

"Not at all, it's the Taoist priest who's to blame."

The villagers taught diligently, and the repair steps weren't too difficult.

But the only thing that Du Yuan didn't expect was:

Removing tiles is as strenuous as a child lifting a stone, while putting tiles on is even more like wrestling with a bull, making it difficult to put them down.

Du Yuan also had the surrounding villagers try it out, whether they were burly men with muscular arms, children with tender faces and pure hearts, or unmarried girls.

No matter who comes, it will be impossible to leave or uncover.

It really can only be him coming alone.

The hole in the statue's head is almost completely covered with just one more tile.

Du Yuan looked around and saw that the rest of the temple had already been renovated by the villagers.

After all, the only difference from the norm was the area he was in charge of.

Therefore, this tile in the hand is not only the final piece used to fill this hole.

It is also the last gap in the entire temple that remains to be filled.

Du Yuan weighed the tile in her hand, shook her head, and chuckled.

"You really made this Taoist priest go through quite a bit of trouble!"

After saying that, Du Yuan was about to drop it.

But this time, Du Yuan felt unprecedented resistance.

In a daze, he felt as if he were not seeing the holes in the roof tiles, but the rivers and lakes of the world!

Endless water surged wildly beneath these tiny mud tiles, desperately trying to block this last patch of mud.

'No need to force it'

That voice also rang in Du Yuan's ears.

Another sentence followed.

I have received much kindness from you.

Du Yuan's heart tightened. Just as mentioned before, there was no reason to stop now that things had come to this point.

The method of using flying swords to defend against enemies is completely useless here.

That being the case——

Du Yuan raised her hand, her five fingers like mountains, forming an inverted Buddhist kingdom, pressing down upon it. Her tongue boomed like thunder:
"Prajnaparamita Kong!"

When the Buddha's light appears, rivers and lakes are calmed, and the whole world submits.

The final repair of the temple was also completed.

And at this moment, the world is in an uproar.

(End of this chapter)