The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 48 is really not your turn.
"Wow, that tile really has good fortune on it!"

"It's true! After the village chief prayed to the mountain god and the Taoist priest, the tile suddenly became whole again!"

The villagers queuing nearby became even more excited upon seeing this miraculous sight.

Although they had seen the extraordinary temple and the Taoist priest when Du Yuan removed the tiles earlier.

But those belong to others, while this roof tile can truly be bestowed upon me!

Therefore, they all hoped that it would be their turn soon so that they could receive a piece of roof tile blessed by the gods to protect their homes.

However, along with their anticipation, they also felt a little uneasy.

Because they began to wonder if they had really done something that would have been enough to earn them a piece of blessed tile.
Some people even began to worry that their hearts were not sincere, so that the very roof tile they had finally obtained would eventually become a broken and ruined piece of tile.

Regardless, everyone was slowly moving forward in the long queue.

Fortunately, everyone who stepped forward received a complete and intact Fuyuan tile.

This reassured the villagers and made them even more grateful for the kindness of the mountain god and the Taoist priest.

As another roof tile was handed out, the village girl who received it said somewhat uneasily:
"Master, are we mountain folk really okay? And the old village chief and the others are one thing, but I... I don't think I've done anything wrong."

Upon hearing this, many villagers looked over with slight concern, while subconsciously hugging the precious roof tile in their arms even tighter.

Du Yuan laughed:

"To come here to build a temple is already a blessing. Besides, have you really done nothing at all?"

Du Yuan pointed to the neatly washed and spotless pots and pans not far away.

The village girl felt a huge weight lifted from her heart, and she repeatedly thanked Du Yuan, holding the roof tile in her hands.
"Thank you, Daoist Master! Thank you, Daoist Master!"

Du Yuan waved her hand, indicating that it was nothing to worry about.

At this moment——

From the depths of the forest outside the temple, a rustling sound suddenly rang out!

"Taoist Master." The village girl who had just received the roof tile clutched the object in her hand, shrinking back a step. Her voice, barely audible and trembling slightly, escaped her throat. "Have the jackals from the mountains come?"

Upon hearing this, the men's brows twitched, and they all frantically searched for their weapons.

But with Du Yuan's cry:
What are you afraid of here?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into silly laughter.

Yes, what's there to be afraid of in front of the mountain god's temple!

Besides, isn't the Taoist priest still around?
To the villagers' surprise, the voice's owner drew closer and closer, eventually emerging from the bushes.

What they saw was not the jackals they had expected, but several warriors supporting a young master.

They were all disheveled, their faces were dark, and many parts of them were covered in cobwebs and dust.

I don't know where it came from, which is why it turned out like this.

Upon seeing the temple, the other party hurriedly had his guards take out a map from their pockets for comparison.

After a cursory inspection, he was overjoyed and pushed past the guards, rushing to Du Yuan and saying:

"You, you were found by my grandfather, right? Oh dear, I knew my grandfather would have arranged everything perfectly. Alright, alright, that's good. Although our branch is a collateral branch, we've finally made it in time!"

His grandfather, Han Song, was the elder brother of the head of the Han family, and thus Han Tang's great-uncle.

Last night, I saw my grandfather scolding my cousin in the ancestral hall and then calling me over.

He was genuinely afraid that his grandfather would test his studies again, which only fueled the fire by spanking him.

Unexpectedly, his grandfather gave him a sketch and told him to hurry up and follow the route to be the first to worship the mountain god!
At first, he, like the son of the second wife, suspected that the other party had gone mad.

But his grandfather gave two answers.

First, Han Tang had no reason to do this, and it was impossible for Han Tang to be fooled into risking the lives of his entire clan by such a cunning and foolish thing.

Secondly, his grandfather witnessed his great-grandfather's memorial tablet fall down on its own last night while he was worshipping his ancestors!

At first, his grandfather thought something bad was about to happen, but after Han Tang returned to his clan, and considering his own family's character, his grandfather immediately understood the key point and ordered him to leave the city quickly to prevent someone from getting there first!
Although it was a lot of trouble overnight, I finally made it!
Overjoyed, the young man was completely unaware that the villagers couldn't understand a word he was saying.

He simply looked at the newly renovated temple and said to himself:

"Oh dear, this, this is all renovated, right? No, no, it's too stingy. I must renovate it properly later, no, rebuild it! Build a grand temple!"

He didn't notice, but his guards did, and they all tugged at his sleeves, their expressions changing drastically.

However, this matter was obviously too big for them to talk about, so they dared not say anything and could only pray that their young master would realize what was going on.

The young master glanced at the guard in confusion, then suddenly realized what was going on and turned his gaze to Du Yuan:
"What's wrong? Oh! I understand." He bowed slightly to Du Yuan. "Sir, may I ask where that immortal is now?"

Du Yuan understood at that moment.

It must be the Han family's people who have finally arrived.

Judging from his tone, Han Tang did indeed cause trouble after returning home.
He chuckled and shook his head, saying to the young master:
"You're from the Han family, aren't you? As for the Taoist priest you're looking for," Du Yuan paused, a faint smile playing on her lips, "that is indeed me."

Upon hearing this, the young master was first taken aback, and then a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

After his initial shock, he realized another major problem and hurriedly addressed the villagers nearby:

"Were you sent by my grandfather? You are none other than Han Song, the second branch of the Han family!"

A benefactor to the Han family!

As villagers who make a living near Qingzhou, they naturally know about the local powerful families.

So the old village chief hurriedly stepped forward and said:

"Young master, we are just a group of country folk, how could we possibly know Lord Han Song!"

"no?!"

The young man almost lost his voice.

"no!"

Upon hearing this, the young master nearly fainted, but he still mustered his last shred of hope and pointed to the temple, asking:

"You...you haven't renovated the temple yet?"

The village chief answered the other party's questions cautiously.

"A temple? Young master, we've already renovated it! What are you doing here?"

No matter how careful the village chief was, his words still chilled the young master to the bone.

We're really late!

He clutched his chest and staggered backward until he finally collapsed, but fortunately the guards reacted quickly and prevented him from falling.

But a moment later, as if in a final burst of energy, he sprang to his feet, quickly ran to Du Yuan's side, and greeted her with a forced smile and clasped hands:

"Master Daoist, no, Immortal Master, I was truly blind just now and failed to recognize you. So, Master Daoist, could you please offer a way to remedy this?"

Du Yuan didn't answer him, but looked at him with interest and said:

"Han Tang should have gone home long ago. Why is he only coming now, and in such a disheveled state?"

The young man glanced at his disheveled appearance, embarrassed, and said awkwardly:

“Last night, I went out of the city early to worship the mountain god as ordered by my grandfather. However, I did not expect that my uncle had ordered the city to be sealed off. Even my second cousin, who also wanted to sneak out of the city, was stopped. I had no choice but to go back to my grandfather.”

"Then, my grandfather gave me a sketch, which was a secret passage that my great-grandfather Han ordered to be built. Because my grandfather was the true head of the family in his early years, only he knew about this secret passage."

Du Yuan was increasingly amazed; the Han family really had no chance.

"With that secret passage in hand, why are you still so late?"

The young man said, feeling wronged:

"The temple is in the south, the secret passage is in the north. I... I wandered around, stumbling and falling countless times. I dared not stop for a moment, but... but how come it was still too late?!"

(End of this chapter)