"Empress Xiao?" This is a coincidence.

The craftsman saw her speak out and asked, "You know a girl?"

"I've heard of it," Fu Yao said, "and her tomb seems to have been destroyed?"

"Yes. If it weren't for those tomb robbers, we would probably be trapped in the tomb." The craftsman said with a thankful look. "As soon as the formation originally laid in the tomb was broken, the poor people trapped inside were basically reincarnated. I wanted to go home to see it, so I didn't rush to leave. But when I went home, I saw that the original village was calm at the bottom of the lake. When I asked, it had been three hundred years. When I left, my wife had just given birth to a fat boy for me. Now that I came back, there were several tombs buried on their graves. We didn't even have a chance to reunite."

But Fu Yao noticed something else, "You went to build a tomb at such a young age. It seems that this tomb has been repaired for many years."

"It's been more than ten years." The craftsman recalled, "My master is famous, so I followed him. At first I was only responsible for the work outside, but later I was sent inside. It took thirteen years to complete the tomb, and I knew everything inside and outside. They couldn't let me leave alive."

There are too many secrets to know, and silence is the most complete solution.

"If you were asked to restore the tomb of Empress Xiao now, you might have done it?" Fu Yao asked again.

The craftsman was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "It's okay, but it's probably not possible to have too detailed places. It's been so many years since then, and it's impossible to remember them clearly."

"It doesn't matter, just restore it roughly." Fu Yao said, looking at Zhongli next to him and said, "I will borrow this person for the time being."

Zhongli knew what she was looking for, but it had nothing to do with him. Now she started to borrow someone, and there was nothing wrong with it. "Brother Zheng agreed and he would do it."

Fu Yao looked at the craftsman again and gave the conditions: "If you can help me restore the tomb of Empress Xiao, I can let you meet your wife and children." After a pause, she added, "But I calculated that your wife has remarried and your son has taken the surname of stepfather. Do you still want to go and see it?"

Craftsman: "..." Suddenly the meat in his hand stopped smelling.

"I'd better do it for you first." He thought about the others...

With the help of the craftsman, Fu Yao seized the time. Finally, after about half a month of seclusion, the craftsman restored the tomb of Empress Xiao from wood, earth, stone and other things, Fu Yao found what she wanted in the letters of the heads of the Zhengyuan Sect - Dingtian Formation.

This is the formation she has been looking for.

However, this formation has some marginal gates, and is basically only used in large tombs to fix the tombs to prevent collapse. There are few opportunities to use them normally. It is probably because of this that the Zhengyuan Sect does not describe this formation much. Fortunately, the formation is still there, so Fu Yao doesn't use it to blindly.

Taking this formation to see the craftsman who restored Empress Dowager Xiao’s tomb, Fu Yao looked down at the entire small Empress Dowager Xiao’s tomb. She easily discovered the general framework of the Dingtian Formation, but it was somewhat different from the formations recorded in ancient books.

For example, as recorded in ancient books, this formation is made of wood, but the copper pillars are used in Empress Dowager Xiao’s tomb. There are also some deviations in position. This is probably flexibly changed according to the mountain, so there is no big problem.

"The materials are different, and the sizes are different." The craftsman explained, "The better the material, the more stable the formation will be. If Empress Dowager Xiao had not entered the tomb, it would not have collapsed in hundreds of years."

"Who is the tomb of Empress Xiao is bigger and smaller than that of Zhongli?" Fu Yao said.

"Of course, Mr. Zhongli's tomb is larger." The craftsman said, "The tomb of Mr. Zhongli is based on the entire Yangui Mountain Range, and the ground veins are approaching below, which cannot be compared with a mountain in the Qinling Mountains."

"If Zhongli's tomb also set up this array, would he have to replace other pillars?"

"The copper pillar is probably not enough. The larger the tomb, the more spiritual the material it needs, the more spiritual it needs. For Mr. Zhongli, the tomb, you have to have bronze ware to suppress it."

"If there is a tomb that is larger than Zhongli, what will it use then?" Fu Yao asked again.

"It depends on how big the mountain is. The tomb of Mr. Zhongli is based on the Yandang Mountain and is built by bronze ware. If it is in the mountains in the southwest, it will be a national offering ritual vessel or a famous sword stained with countless blood. As for the tomb, it is completely against the will of heaven. It is not only necessary for these things, but also for luck." The craftsman said.

These were all what he heard from the Taoist priest after following the master. He felt disapproving of it at the time, and now he has deeply agreed with it.

"So that's it." Fu Yao fell into deep thought.

"Miss Fu, are you going to build a tomb for yourself?" the craftsman said curiously.

"No, but it's almost the same." Fu Yao smiled at him, "Thank you for doing me such a big favor. I don't like to owe anyone favors. If you want to see your wife and children, I can take you to see you now."

The craftsman shook his head and said, "It's still no need. In fact, when I left, I also hoped that she would bring someone to remarry. How difficult it would be for a woman without a husband to support her. It's okay that she remarries, at least I don't feel so guilty now. If I really want to say that I have any wishes, I have always wanted to build something that can still be talked about for hundreds of years. I am a person who makes a living by craftsmanship. I hope that in hundreds of years, we will be remembered."

Unexpectedly, his wish would be this. Fu Yao thought about it and nodded, "Okay, maybe you can try it."

After getting what she wanted, Fu Yao didn't say hello to Zhongli and went back to the Taoist temple directly. She asked Sanniang to find Mr. Luan, and asked him to circle a piece of land behind the academy to plant a locust tree forest, and then went to the capital.

She is going to return the classics.

There is still a transaction that has not been completed on the national teacher, and she wants to deal with it as soon as possible.

However, when she arrived at the National Master's Mansion, she saw two white lanterns hanging at the door - which meant that the owner of the mansion had passed away.

There is only one master in the National Master Mansion.

Fu Yao calculated for a moment and was speechless, "This old fox..." She suspected that this guy was intentional, deliberately waiting for her in one breath, and then immediately sat down after she owed her personal favor.

After all, human favors are much harder to repay than a transaction that you love and I want to deal.

"Who are you looking for?" the manager at the door came out and asked.

"Look for your national teacher," she said, handing the bag made of paper to the manager, "When your national teacher comes, you will give it to him. He will understand after seeing it."

After saying that, Fu Yao took him to leave the National Master's Mansion.

In the evening, Tian Xuanzi returned to the National Master's Mansion.

Today, as the new national teacher, he went to the palace for the first time to receive a gift, and was kept until now before returning.

"The head of the sect," the manager saw him and stepped forward and said, "In the afternoon, a woman with a blind black dress came to see you."

As soon as he heard that the black skirt was blind, Tian Xuanzi took his thoughts back from the palace.

"Where is she now?" he asked.

"I've left. I just told the villain to give you this." The manager respectfully handed him the paper bag.

Tian Xuanzi took it and did not open it immediately. He did not open it immediately until he returned to the study room, and then placed the bag on the desk in front of him.

"Do you want tea?" The Taoist boy couldn't help but ask softly when he saw him sitting and not talking.

"You all go out." Tian Xuanzi said.

After the Taoist boy retreated, the room was empty, and his eyes were exhausted.

In the past, he only followed his master and did not need to deal with others. He could not care about many things. When he sat in this position, he realized how difficult it was. When he left the palace, he happened to meet the court officials who went to the yamen. The unconcealed contempt made him feel distressed every step he took.

Shouldn’t the national teacher be respected very much, why do those people look down on him so much?

After a while of thought, Tian Xuanzi reached out to open the paper bag in front of him.

There are several books inside.

After he took out the book, he found that there was still something inside.

It was not until he took out more than twenty books, the number that could not be contained in this bag, that he realized that the bag was wrong.

He stood up and poured the bag on the ground. At that moment, dozens or hundreds of books fell from his pocket and then the ground again, until half a room was piled up, the bag was empty and finally turned into a paper crane and fell into his palm.

The movements of the paper crane were very gentle, and there was also bright light around it. The brilliance was reflected in Tian Xuanzi's shocked pupils, leaving him stunned.

Is there really a mysterious art?

He has heard of the paper crane and the prince, and there have never been many secrets in the palace. What's more, before the master transformed into a throne, so that he would not ask the Master Fu Guan to promise before he had no choice.

But at that time he thought these things were just a means.

Just like the master is actually just an ordinary old man, but he has become the national master with his yin and yang eyes, that woman may just be able to control the paper and use this as a means of promotion and wealth.

But what he saw now broke his long-standing cognition.

With so many ancient books, it is impossible to hold a small paper bag.

It turns out that there are really people in this world who know magic.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the paper crane over and over to see what the difference was.

However, the paper is ordinary paper, and it seems to be folded at will, and it is even asymmetry. There are no runes or marks on it, it is just ordinary, that's all.

Tian Xuanzi hesitated for a long time and finally put the paper crane in close proximity.

What the master said is not wrong.

He could not use this thing until he had no choice.

Maybe some determination seems to be for being broken in heaven.

A few days after Tian Xuanzi put away the paper crane, the fifth prince, who was still in his infancy in the palace, suddenly had a bad situation. He cried day and night, and his breath became weaker and weaker. The entire Imperial Hospital was surrounding the prince, but it was not possible for him to improve.

It seemed that because of the last incident of Qilin, the saint believed in the art of Xuanmen, so the new national teacher was summoned to the palace.

After checking the fifth prince again, the national master did not read the book, and the fifth prince was not wrong. However, the saint did not let him leave the palace for a long time, and the palace servant next to him kept mentioning the last time that the unicorn ran out of the paper crane, saying that the fifth prince was a blessed person and would definitely turn bad luck into good luck.

After hearing about it for almost a quarter of an hour, Tian Xuanzi suddenly realized.

Perhaps the saint called him into the palace not because he was a national teacher, but because he happened to have a paper crane that gave him good fortune...
Chapter completed!