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    Fakong smiled and shook his head: "You don't need to read it, it's well built."

    "Have you seen it?" Yang Shuangting said.

    Her bright eyes are cold, staring at Fakong as if trying to figure out Fakong's psychology, to see through Fakong.

    Farkon nodded.

    He didn't have to go to see it in person. With just one look, he brought the newly built temple to his eyes and saw it clearly.

    Yang Shuangting said: "Satisfied?"

    "Very good." Fakong nodded.

    Changling Mansion is full of sincerity.

    This temple is looking for a master architect, and the construction is also done by the top experts in the industry, which is fast and good.

    The temples built today are simple, solemn and exquisite. It can be said that many styles are mixed together to form a unique style.

    No matter which style you like, you can find what you like. It is hard not to be dissatisfied with this temple.

    Yang Shuangting showed a faint smile: "Father finally deserves his painstaking efforts."

    Fakong smiled.

    The magistrate Yang's painstaking efforts were not for himself, but for Zhu Miaoying's grandmother, and for Jingbei Palace.

    Yang Shuangting said: "It seems that you don't appreciate it."

    She understood Fakong's smile.

    Fakong said with a smile: "Your father is indeed a powerful person."

    Yang Shuangting heard the sarcasm in his words, and said angrily: "I don't know the most basic way of climbing, I'm afraid I've been sent to a remote and desolate place long ago."

    Of course she knows that her father is very good at flattering, this is the most basic way of being an official, as long as you care about the people and take care of the people's livelihood in your jurisdiction, you will be a good official.

    She thought her father was a good official.

    ? If you want to be a good official, you can't rely on integrity and arrogance.

    Fakong nodded: "Your father's official luck can go even further."

    Yang Shuangting was refreshed.

    Compared with whether the Jinghui sect is strong or not, compared with competing in the martial arts, her father's official career is more concerned about her.

    She glanced left and right, moved a little closer, and asked softly, "Is this what Tianyan saw?"

    A faint fragrance wafted into his nose, and Fakong laughed.

    Her behavior was quite sneaky.

    Yang Shuangting stared at him with bright eyes, and said dissatisfied: "You didn't make fun of me, did you?"

    "Next year at the latest." Fakong said, "Your Father will never have a chance, so you don't need to intervene."

    "Okay." Yang Shuangting readily agreed.

    A smile appeared on her cool face.

    Fa Kong secretly smiled.

    This is Yang Shuangting's weakness, as long as he can help her relatives and friends, he will not be afraid of her messing up.

    His goal now is not to control Yang Shuangting from messing around, but to make full use of Yang Shuangting.

    The strength of the Jinghui Sect is astonishing, so it's a bit violent to go back to hermit so honestly.

    If they can be used well, they will have amazing effects.

    Fakong said: "How is Zongli?"

    The smile on Yang Shuangting's face suddenly faded, and he frowned and said, "Same as usual."

    She is becoming more and more impatient with Jinghuizong.

    Fakong said: "It seems that you haven't completely conquered people's hearts. Your methods are much worse than your father's."

    The prefect Yang's official reputation is excellent, and he is a rare good official in the eyes of the people of Changling Mansion. This requires not only hard work, but also enough wrists.

    The affairs of the officialdom are chaotic, and good results and a good reputation cannot be obtained by acting with good intentions.

    There are too many constraints, the biggest possibility is good intentions, but in the end it attracts a lot of scolding and notoriety.

    Yang Shuangting gave him a helpless look.

    She also really felt that her methods were too poor.

    However, the most fundamental reason is that she is a daughter. In this world where men are respected, it is too difficult for a woman to be the head of a family.

    Unless they have a sense of looking up to them and ignore the difference between men and women, they will always feel dissatisfied in their hearts.

    No matter how well they do, they still feel aggrieved and feel ashamed to be driven by a woman.

    This is a deeply ingrained thought that is difficult to undo.

    She simply didn't bother to fight against this kind of thinking. It didn't matter if they were convinced or not, as long as they followed orders.

    Fakong saw through her thoughts, shook his head and said: "Actually, if you really want to subdue them, it's not difficult, as long asIf it is Damiaolian Temple, then there is nothing to see.  "

    "Top secret news I heard."

    "Old Jing, you're doing it again!"

    "hey-hey¡­¡­"

    "Okay, let's order two more delicious dishes, Xiaoer!"

    "Come on" Xiao Er ran to a table by the window, bowed and smiled, "Master Qi."

    The third master Qi is an old man with white beard and eyebrows, rosy complexion, white hair and childlike face. He can tell at a glance that he has the skills to keep in good health and has an extraordinary family background.

    Third Master Qi ordered two dishes, waved his hands, then stared at a thin old man, and said angrily, "Can we talk now?"

    "Which one is the most powerful monk in the world today?"

    "Monk Yuande."

    "There is one more."

    "Could it be the monk Fakong?"

    "Spiritual Monk Fakong, Zangkong Temple!" Someone suddenly realized: "Is it the temple built by the Sacred Monk Fakong?!"

    "Impossible, isn't it? The monk Fakong is in Tianjing."

    "This monk Fakong is amazing!"

    "If it is really the Fakong monk, it will be our blessing."

    "Is it really Fakong divine monk?"

    "Hey, it's definitely Fakong Divine Monk!"

    "Okay, okay." Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this.

    All of them are old people, so they are more afraid of death. With the presence of the Fakong monk, their lives will have an extra layer of protection.

    Although they are over sixty years old, it is said that the monk Fakong can not only bring the dead back to life, but also has Shenshui, which can save the terminally ill from sinking.

    After they get older, various diseases will come to them. Even if they can't prolong their lives, it is a great fortune to die without diseases.

    "Is the monk Fakong in Cangkong Temple? Let's offer a stick of incense right now."

    "Let's go, go together, just want to see the monk, it's really like a thunderbolt."

    After discussing, they got up and went to Dikong Temple.

    The thin old man smiled and said: "Everyone, it's not too late to go after eating. The Dikong Temple is there, and I can't run away."

    "Old Jingtou, you are reincarnated from starvation!" Someone cursed dissatisfiedly.

    The thin old man smiled and said: "You old guys, if you don't eat enough, you can't go up the mountain. Don't complain about being hungry halfway."

    "It also makes sense, so let's eat first."

    Listening to their discussion, Yang Shuangting glanced at Fakong.

    The two had already sat at the table next to them, but none of them recognized Fakong.

    Fakong wore a purple gold cassock, which was extremely conspicuous here, but it did not attract people's attention.

    Yang Shuangting was very envious of his unique ability, and kept trying to figure it out, but unfortunately he couldn't find the trick.
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