Shi Qingluo pulled Xiao Hanzheng to have a look at the blown up main hall.
She said, "Tomorrow, let's find a fengshui master to see if we can build a main hall here. If it's possible, we'll hire people to start the construction.
We'll find the place with the best fengshui for your master to consecrate."
Finding a professional fraud to confirm would provide the strongest effects.
Furthermore, since they planned to do it, they would do their best.
Xiao Hanzheng nodded. "Okay."
After the two of them finished discussing, they walked out of the Taoist temple.
Shi Qingluo locked the door and they each carried a basket of saltpeter down the mountain.
The next day, Xiao Hanzheng and the chief went to the county town and bought the mountain behind the old house and the land at the entrance of the village.
