Just after he was lonely and left.

He knew what he should do. With Wei Yang's power, he was worthy of Shaolin's friendship, not to mention that he was the master who would definitely shock the martial arts world within ten years.

"The Ren and Du are all open, and hundreds of meridians are surging. This is the so-called extreme momentum. Once the barrier is wide open, even if this person only practices Zixia skills, it is the unparalleled Zixia magic skill in the world. If you get into this person, Shaolin will miss a huge opportunity." Fang Sheng was worried and calm in his heart. He knew what Senior Brother Fang Zheng was trying to do, and he did not think that there was anything wrong with their monks calculating these things. "Monks are people from the world, how can they forget the world? The martial arts world is now surrounded by many, Shaolin must calculate more and carefully calculate it."

But he understood even more that the legal practices that Wei Yang practiced is not just Zixia Gong.

What would that be?

"Nine Yang True Sutra? Or Nine Yin True Sutra?!" Fang Sheng felt confused, "But it must not be the "Sunflower Book"!"

Otherwise, once the old story a hundred years ago was revealed, the Shaolin Sect would be desolate for decades.

At the foot of the mountain, Wei Yang lay at the entrance of the cave and looked inside, and saw that there were only torches inside.

He jumped up and stood on a high place and saw hundreds of tripods that kept rising up the winch wheel, basket after basket brought the wet soil, poured into places with a lot of sand, and immediately planted the lawn on it.

"This method is right. It is a fact that we lack water here, and evaporating too much is an urgent task. Only when the water and grass are lush can we adjust the weather and rain. We must do a good job of sand retreating and people moving forward." Wei Yang bowed, "It's just how to ensure that the canals dug on both sides at the same time are guaranteed to be on the same line?"

The old man took the root of a wooden stick and a pile of ropes. He smiled and said, "It is reasonable for the officials to not know that. Please look at the small mechanism."

I saw a stick tied on the edge of the dug deep pit on the ground, and a rope was pulled on it, and two ropes were hung on each pit.

Wei Yang suddenly realized and applauded: "There is a wooden stick hanging under the pit. Because the stick is consistent with the rope on the ground, he pointed out the direction."

The old man praised: "The officials are so smart. This is a method passed down from the local area for thousands of years."

Wei Yang sighed: "The wisdom of the working people is really endless!"

He ordered the engineering barracks: "You should remember this wonderful use carefully and find more solutions to the problem according to local conditions."

At dusk, Wei Yang personally went to the canal for inspection and saw deep pits that gradually became shallower from the foot of the mountain. The highest one was more than ten feet, and the least one was logistics meter, all of which were small at the bottom and large above. From each pit, all could come out from the rest, and the canals that were a hundred feet long were extended underground.

More than ten days later, Wei Yang only helped the construction site, and the troops were not idle. Not only did the project progress accelerate several times, but he also experienced a sandstorm and saw the way to protect the Kanerjing among the people.

On this day, Wei Yang was waiting in a planned place to plant trees that he had opened. This place was probably more than ten miles away from the foot of the mountain.

Today is the day when the floodgates are opened and water is released. The residents of the city, both elderly, weak, and women and children, come here, and everyone is looking around.

Water is too precious to the residents of Turpan.

Wait, long wait.

At noon, someone cheered in front of him: "Water is coming!" Then the gurgling water sounded, and a faint amount of water slowly flowed out of the canal.

The water was a little dirty and was still rushing towards the white foam, but in just a moment, the water flow suddenly surged, and with a bang, moistening the earth that had been drought for many years.

Thousands of thousands of people exclaimed, the young people cheered and the elderly were crying.

Only the young and prosperous strong man looked happy. He could grow grain with water and support his family with food.

Which one of you who is middle-aged is not just focusing on the daily harvest?

Suddenly, the water flowing in the canal gradually became clean, but a shoe rushed out.

Someone from the upper class laughed and said, "Ga'er, why did you lose your shoes?"

Someone jumped and crawled and raced: "Here help me find new shoes, that's new!"

Everyone laughed inexplicably, as if there was water, everything was here.

Wei Yang frowned and watched the cheering crowd slowly leave here.

Joy belongs to them, and he also needs to find ways to formulate a strict water use system.

Water is always limited, and the people are blind. Once they are not controlled, it will take not many years to make the desert here. In a thousand years, our descendants will have to face the sunshine and roll in poverty in poverty. At that time, it is not that simple to control sand.

Master Dingjing came with a smile, she was here to say goodbye.

"Master, how do you think we can always remember that this water is hard to come by and should be cherished and used?" Wei Yang sat on the hillside for advice.

Master Dingjing said in congratulations: "Young Master Wei is smart and wise, and it is hard to match the poor nun. If the young master has no good way, there is no good way for the poor nun."

"Yes, monks don't talk so many strict rules," Wei Yang said casually, "except Shaolin Temple."

Master Dingjing's face was stunned. She had heard this person muttering about the unkindness of the Shaolin Sect behind her back.

But what he said makes sense.

How should I say this?

"Amitabha." Master Dingjing had no choice but to control his mouth.

Wei Yang said: "The master must bring more gifts when he goes back this time. The young masters of the Hengshan School have helped the people too much and must accept them first. In addition, the church members on Chagatai have a huge impact on this side. Does Master want to set up a temple here?"

Master Dingjing smiled and said, "The poor nun is just trying to do this."

"Rules are to restrain people, and they also need soft power to persuade people to be kind, which is great." Wei Yang said, to make contributions to the help of the young masters in Hengshan. "I paid my own money. Now I am building a Shuiyun Temple in Turpan City. Master can discuss with Master Dingxian to send disciples with good martial arts and good character to come earlier. I look forward to it. I hope Master can understand my painstaking efforts."

Of course, Master Dingjing knew his "thoughtful work".

This man is a very pragmatic person. Everything he does is not to worship the Tao or worship Buddha. He always thinks that he is the most noble man in heaven and earth.

"However, what are the people with high martial arts skills doing?" Master Dingjing didn't understand.

Wei Yang said: "Women are weak, and women are too oppressed in this era. Although there are those with high status, they will not change the fact that most women have too low status. I mean, in the future, Shuiyun Temple will not only become the place where the Dharma is preached, but also help the daughters in the western border. The method is also simple. Women are powerless. Once there is a dispute at home, they will be penniless and cannot go anywhere. At that time, Shuiyun Temple will temporarily be sheltered, wait for the government to interrogate clearly, and handle property division, and then they will find their own future."

This is probably very difficult.

Master Dingjing said directly that they were monks.

"So, if the Master sees people in the Demon Sect bullying good people, do you draw your sword or not? It is precisely this principle. To eliminate demons and protect the Tao, demons do not necessarily have to be the Demon Sect, but Tao is a symbol of all kindness and good life." Wei Yang said, "As the saying goes..."

"Okay." Master Dingjing had no choice but to agree. She knew that this action would definitely bring many disciples of Hengshan into the world.

But that is also their fate, and it must be forced.

"There is a mute mother-in-law who is Fang Daifa in the vulgar school. Seeing that she is very powerful in martial arts, Poon Ni asked her to take her with him... Well, you will know that this is a wife who is very willing to stand out for women." Master Dingjing said with a smile on his eyes.

Mute mother-in-law?

Master Bujue?

Master Yilin?
Chapter completed!