If the City God of Chang'an Prefecture wants to get married, building a few Phoenix Towers is naturally not a problem. He just needs to inform the Taoist temples and Buddhist temples with a talisman first, and those Taoist temples and Buddhist temples will naturally help the City God to get it done.

The royal relatives, princes and ministers in Chang'an City have plenty of money. As the saying goes, everyone will die one day, and the City God is a fifth-rank official in the underworld, in charge of the underworld cases in the entire Chang'an Prefecture. Now the City God wants to get married, can you not give some "charity"?

So in just three days, the three Taoist temples and five Buddhist temples in Chang'an Prefecture raised 1.71 million taels of silver in donations.

In addition, many powerful people and aristocratic families not only donated money, but also provided manpower and materials to help build the Fenglou.

Of course, one thing should be mentioned here. Since the Heavenly Court pacified the Southern Continent, whether it is the Eastern Continent, the Southern Continent, or the Northern Continent, all sects and schools are allowed to preach here.

However, sectarian disputes are no longer allowed. Everyone should preach fairly and peacefully. If others believe in you, it is your ability. If they don't believe in you, you are not allowed to force them. You are not allowed to force people to believe in you, and different sects are not allowed to fight with each other over preaching.

"There are so many refugees in the Tang Dynasty, rebel armies are rising up everywhere, and wars are everywhere. The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty has almost spent all the national treasury to quell the rebellion. And in order to build a Phoenix Tower for the City God, the royal relatives, princes, ministers, and powerful families in Chang'an Prefecture can donate 1.71 million taels of silver in charity with just a flick of their fingers, and tens of thousands of manpower and materials. It's really like the rich are feasting and drinking, while the poor are freezing to death on the streets." In a Taoist temple called "Luoyan Temple" outside the city of Chang'an, Zheng Xuling sighed to Fang Jian.

Fang Jian simply smiled faintly upon hearing this and said, "The Great Tang Empire has lasted for at least 50,000 years, right?"

"Seventy-six thousand years," Zheng Xuling said. "It shows that a nation is far more powerful than an individual. A cultivator in the Yang God Realm only lives for 3,600 years, yet the Tang Empire has easily lasted for seventy-six thousand years."

Fang Jian said, "Seventy-six thousand years. How many wise rulers would it take to keep a country going for that long?"

"I don't know about that, and I haven't calculated it." Zheng Xuling smiled. "I'm afraid even the emperor and his ministers of the Tang Dynasty couldn't figure it out themselves. But one thing is clear: I don't know how many wise rulers it takes to prolong the country's prosperity for so many years, but I do know that just one incompetent ruler can cause the country to collapse overnight."

"That makes sense." Fang Jian nodded and said, "The Tang Empire has also experienced more than seventy periods of loss and restoration in its history."

As they spoke, Fang Jian and Zheng Xuling had already walked out of Luoyan Temple. It was midsummer at that time, and outside Luoyan Temple, the trees were lush and green, and the water was gurgling. Although the sun was strong in the sky, it was not hot enough to make the cultivators feel hot.

As long as the monks practice Taoism, they can keep their bodies at a constant temperature and not be affected by the external climate.

Of course, if it was some major disaster, or if the climate was changed by the magic of other immortals, that would be another matter.

"Fellow Daoist Dafang, I'll go for a walk around Chang'an Prefecture first and see if I can find one or two people who are possessed by demons." Zheng Xuling said to Fang Jian. He was a person who couldn't sit still. Instead of asking him to wait for three months, he might as well go for a walk outside Chang'an Prefecture.

"Okay." Fang Jian bowed and said, "Take care on your journey, fellow Daoist. If you need any help, you can send a letter directly to Luoyan Temple within the next three months."

Zheng Xuling bowed and said, "Okay, then I'll take my leave."

After he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared under Zheng Xuling's feet, and he immediately flew into the air, heading towards the south of Chang'an Prefecture.

After Zheng Xuling left, Fang Jian said to Hei Haier, "Don't sit idle either. In the next three months, patrol Chang'an Prefecture. If anyone is possessed by a demon, apprehend them immediately and send them directly to Nantian Prefecture to prevent them from endangering the people."

"Yes, sir." Hei Hai was delighted to hear that and immediately bowed to accept the order. It was not that he did not like following Fang Jian, but it was a bit too boring for a child like him who loved to play and be active to follow Fang Jian day after day.

Then the black boy turned into a golden light and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Fang Jian watched Hei Haier leave, and did not return to the Taoist temple immediately. Instead, he walked along the bluestone road outside the temple and soon arrived outside a private school.

There were bursts of chaotic reading sounds coming from the private school

Some have high voices, some have low voices, and some are even just filling in the gaps.

Fang Jian only stood outside the private school for a moment, but he could hear several missing and wrong words, but the reading sound continued and there was no sign of being corrected.

Fang Jian slowly walked to the gate of the private school and looked inside. He saw a large courtyard filled with children around eleven or twelve years old.

Three of the children were wearing silk clothes, while the rest were wearing coarse linen clothes. The class distinction was clear just by looking at their clothes.

And under the porch in front of the yard, there is a rocking chair. An old gentleman, also dressed in brocade silk, is lying on the rocking chair, holding a book in his left hand and a fan in his right hand, looking leisurely.

Even if the children below read it wrong, he would just pretend not to hear it. Only when the three children wearing silk clothes, who were obviously from wealthy families, read it wrong, would he raise his head and glare at the three children, and then the three children would immediately realize their mistakes.

Fang Jian couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene. This teacher was extremely strict with the children of rich and powerful, but very lenient with those of poor children.

Soon after, as the sun rose to its zenith, the teacher stretched, then stood up from his rocking chair and said to the children reading below, "That's enough. You can go home for lunch."

The children finally stopped and stood up to greet the teacher. The teacher waved his hand casually and was about to leave when a child in a coarse linen shirt asked, "Teacher, I...I don't know a word."

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