After finding the little rhinoceros, Li Er went mad.

The euphoria brought by the divine oracle gradually subsided like the receding tide, replaced by the most severe and urgent problem facing the entire Tang Empire.

So, how should I reply to the immortal?

Inside the Hongwen Hall, the most brilliant minds of the Tang Dynasty gathered together.

The quiet place that was once reserved for His Majesty and the Crown Prince to study has now become like a noisy market.

"I believe we should emulate the ancient practice of offering sacrifices at Mount Tai!" a white-bearded Confucian scholar declared eloquently. "We should have a thousand people form the shape of characters, or use five-colored flags as pens to write a response on the earth. The immortals, residing in the heavens, will surely see it!"

"Absurd!" an official from the Ministry of War immediately retorted. "A drill involving a thousand people is time-consuming and laborious. What if they misplace the strokes? Wouldn't that be a grave disrespect to the immortals?!"

"And in your opinion, what should be done?"

"In my opinion, we should use fireworks as our signal! We should light different colored beacon fires at night to signify our intentions. When the immortals see this, they will know our hearts!"

"Hmph, the Immortal is an immortal, not a border general. Why would he agree to a signal fire with you?"

Wei Zheng, known for his uprightness, frowned deeply and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, do not forget that the divine decree sent down by the immortal was written in simple characters, and the great way is simple."

Our response will be clear and unambiguous. Those fancy and convoluted methods are unlikely to meet the esteemed eye of the immortals.

Once he spoke, the argument subsided considerably.

Yes.

They had already studied the font style of the oracle; it was a "symbol" that completely abandoned the aesthetics of calligraphy and only pursued the efficiency of information transmission.

This shows that the immortal was a pragmatist.

Sitting at the head of the table, listening to the endless arguments of the crowd, Li Shimin felt utterly overwhelmed.

He turned his gaze to Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling, who had been silent since the beginning.

"Fuji, Xuanling, do either of you have a good plan?"

Fang Xuanling stepped forward and said with a wry smile, "Your Majesty, after much thought, we mortals realize that our means to communicate with Heaven are truly limited. We can see the immortals, but the immortals... seem unable to hear our voices."

This is a fact that everyone knows but no one wants to admit.

"So..." Li Shimin's eyes darkened.

Fang Xuanling took a deep breath and proposed a clumsy but seemingly the most feasible solution: "Since the immortal can see us, let him see us even more clearly!"

Your subject proposes to take ten thousand bolts of snow-white tribute satin, sew them into a huge white cloth that can cover the sky and the sun, and lay it on the Taiji Hall square.

Then, using ink, we will have our response written on it by renowned calligraphers from the Imperial Academy!

He paused, then added, "The characters must be large! Each character should be the size of a house!"

In this way, the immortals behind the celestial canopy will be able to see everything clearly!

This method, though it sounded like a huge undertaking, even somewhat ridiculous, was approved by most of the people present.

Yes, since we can see it, we should write it down for him to see! That's the most straightforward logic.

"Very well!" Li Shimin made a decisive decision. "Let's follow Xuanling's plan! Ministry of Revenue and Ministry of Works, listen to my command and proceed immediately! I want to see this book that can turn the tide of war as quickly as possible!"

modern.

Jiang He was also having a headache at this moment, but for a completely different reason than Li Shimin.

"Uncle... Uncle, I want to... ride... a big horse!"

"Uncle, this...this wobbly thing...why does it feel like a mother?"

"Uncle, I want to eat that... sweet, cool, white one again!"

After fully recovering, Xiao Sizi seemed to have become a perpetual motion machine with unlimited energy.

She was filled with endless curiosity about everything in the world, constantly asking Jiang He questions without stopping.

While frantically dealing with the curious child, Jiang He also kept an eye on the movements in the sky.

When he saw that Fang Xuanling had proposed the idea of ​​writing big-character posters, and that Li Shimin had actually adopted it and even begun to mobilize the state apparatus to implement it, he almost spat out the water he had just drunk.

How about writing words for him using tens of thousands of bolts of tribute silk?

That's way too... honest.

Jiang He was both amused and exasperated.

He could imagine the scene: a group of top officials of the Tang Dynasty, like primary school students making a blackboard newspaper, lying on a huge white cloth writing words. The picture was simply too beautiful.

Although he found it funny, Jiang He also felt a strange sense of emotion.

They were so earnest and so devout in wanting to have an equal dialogue with themselves.

Just as he was watching the sky where countless palace servants and craftsmen were busily moving and sewing tribute satin, the system's voice rang in his mind once again.

[Ding! A strong desire to establish stable communication with the target world has been detected!]

[Host currently possesses 12580 Faith Points (derived from the awe, gratitude, and fervent worship of the Zhenguan Emperor and his ministers)]

[Would you like to spend 10000 Faith Points to unlock the new feature for Sky Curtain—the Sacrifice System?]

Jiang He was taken aback.

Sacrifice system?

He immediately asked using his mind.

【Sacrifice System】: Once activated, the target world can offer items to the host at a designated altar. The host can choose to accept or refuse.

[Accept Sacrifice: The item will be transported across time and space to the host.]

Additionally, the person making the sacrifice may include a text message of no more than one hundred characters. This message will be presented directly to the host.

[Refusing sacrifice: The items will remain intact on the altar.]

Jiang He's eyes lit up instantly!

This is true two-way interaction!

Not only can you receive text messages, but you can also receive... items?!

He glanced at the gold and silver jewels offered as sacrifices in the sky, then at his own wallet, which was even cleaner than his face, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

The opportunity to escape poverty and become wealthy has arrived!

Moreover, and most importantly, this can solve the problem of the Tang Dynasty's emperors and ministers using the stupid method of writing big-character posters!

"Unlock! Unlock now!" Jiang He made the choice without hesitation.

[Ding! 10000 Faith Points consumed! The Sacrifice System has been successfully unlocked!]

[System rules have been synchronized to the Heavenly Curtain; the target world will receive the new divine laws!]

Taiji Hall Square, Tang Dynasty.

Thousands of palace maids and artisans were busily laying out and sewing bolts of snow-white tribute satin. Fang Xuanling and Changsun Wuji personally supervised the work to ensure that every step was flawless.

Li Shimin stood atop the high steps, hands behind his back, gazing at this unprecedentedly grand project, his heart filled with anticipation.

Just then!

Golden light reappears above the sky!

Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing, looked up at the sky in unison, and their hearts were in their throats.

The immortal... has another divine decree?!

On the screen above, the simple text was replaced by more complex, golden-glowing explanations that slowly emerged and clearly appeared before everyone's eyes.

[Divine Rules Update: Sacrifice System]

[One: All citizens of the Great Tang Dynasty may offer any item as a sacrifice at the altar in front of the Taiji Hall.]

[Second: When offering sacrifices, one may add a message of one hundred words to express one's feelings. These words will surely reach the ears of Heaven.]

[Three: If the offerings are needed by the immortals or deities, they will transform into rainbow light and depart; if not needed, they will be returned to the original recipient.]

[Four: This is the proper way to communicate; so be it.]

The four concise divine rules struck like bolts of lightning, hitting the top of everyone's head in the square.

The entire square fell into a deathly silence once again.

Fang Xuanling, who was directing the sewing of the brocade, stared blankly at the sky, and the blueprint in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The Ministry of Works officials, who had just been arguing about the size of the tribute satin, stood there with their mouths agape, as if they had been frozen in place.

Li Shimin, standing on the steps of the imperial palace, suddenly felt his pupils shrink and his body tremble.

The right way to communicate...

A short note of a hundred words will surely reach the ears of the Emperor…

He slowly lowered his head, glanced at the enormous white sacrificial cloth at his feet that was already taking shape, and then looked up at the four clearly defined divine laws in the sky.

An indescribable mix of shame and ecstasy welled up on his face.

Here they are, like a bunch of fools, trying to write a letter to the gods in the most clumsy way.

As a result, the gods couldn't stand it anymore and directly issued a divine decree, teaching them step by step... how to properly send text messages.