I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

"Perhaps we can build a temple or shrine."

Zhao Wenjin suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the conference room.

Chen Dong looked up at him.

"You mean, to build a temple for the Dragon God? To offer incense and prayers?"

Zhao Wenjin nodded, adjusted his glasses, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Based on the data collected over the past few days, the necklace's luster dims after each of the Dragon Lord's attacks. However, during peak museum hours, the necklace shows slight signs of recovery."

He paused, then continued.

"This shows that the people's beliefs, reverence, and even the power of offerings and prayers have a substantial impact on the restoration of the Dragon God."

"Since that's the case, rather than letting these offerings and prayers drift aimlessly, it's better to gather them together."

Wang Yijun frowned. "Building a temple? This is a big deal, and it's likely to cause controversy."

"dispute?"

Zhao Wenjin laughed, "Now the whole internet is talking about dragons, and the line of people kneeling and kowtowing in front of the museum is almost as long as the Third Ring Road."

"The will of the people is the greatest legitimacy."

Chen Dong was silent for a moment, then tapped his fingers on the table a few times.

"Where? Where do you plan to build it?"

"Yufeng Mountain in the suburbs."

Zhao Wenjin was prepared; he took out a planning map from his briefcase and spread it on the table.

"This land was originally reserved as a green belt, covering 3,000 square meters, and its location is directly opposite the Taishan Stele."

"The temple doesn't need to be too big, but it must be solemn."

"According to ancient custom, it consists of three courtyards: the Dragon King Hall, the Rain Prayer Hall, and the National Protection Hall."

Wang Yijun leaned over for a look, clicked his tongue, and said, "You'd already planned this out, hadn't you?"

Zhao Wenjin did not deny it, saying, "The country has supported me for so many years, so I have to do something practical."

Chen Dong stared at the planning map for a long time before finally looking up.

"I can't make that decision myself; I have to report it to the higher-ups."

"But I personally support it."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night outside.

"The Dragon Lord has done so much for us, we must repay him in some way."

Even if it's just a temple, or a stick of incense.

Zhao Wenjin put away the planning map, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Then I'll wait for your news."

Silence fell over the meeting room once again.

Only the sound of the wind blowing gently outside the window.

......

The meeting ended less than an hour ago.

A top-secret document bearing the highest-level red seal was sent to several core national departments via telegram.

Document code: Dragon Soaring Project.

The core message can be summed up in just eight characters.

"At all costs, we will handle this as a special case."

The moment the order was given, the once-silent, massive national machinery began to operate with terrifying efficiency, as if it had been injected with nuclear fuel.

That night.

Yufeng Mountain, on the outskirts of Beijing, was sealed off overnight, and the highest level of security was set up within a ten-mile radius.

At the foot of the mountain, a steel torrent of hundreds of excavators, heavy trucks, and cranes converged under the beams of searchlights, the roar of engines tearing apart the tranquility of the night.

Top ancient architecture design teams and construction unit leaders from all over the country signed a confidentiality agreement, akin to a military order, in a temporary command post.

There was no bidding process, no procedures.

There was only one requirement: the main hall must be completed within seven days.

……

The next day, while countless netizens were still hotly debating the scientific principles behind "Dragon King's Rain Prayer," CCTV News Channel quietly launched a 24-hour non-stop slow-motion live broadcast.

The live stream title was simple: "Ecological Restoration and Protective Construction Project of Yufeng Mountain Ancient Building Complex".

The scene shows a bustling construction site at Yufeng Mountain.

At first, everyone thought it was just another major national project, and the comments section was still peaceful.

"The infrastructure construction maniac is back online. At this speed, it changes every day."

"Preservational construction? Does Yufeng Mountain have any ancient buildings? How come I didn't know that?"

"Don't ask, upstairs. It's a state secret."

But soon, sharp-eyed netizens noticed something was wrong.

A user with the ID "Ancient Architecture Enthusiast Aqiang" posted a bold red bullet comment.

"Holy crap! Guys! Look at the specifications of that foundation!"

"That's a nine-bay layout, nine bays wide and five bays deep!"

"This is the highest-level architectural style in ancient China, known as the 'Nine-Five Supreme' style! Only imperial palaces or the Imperial Ancestral Temple used for sacrificial rites could use it!"

This comment was like a depth charge, instantly igniting the live stream.

"The Emperor's throne? Who was it built for?!"

"Wait... the location of Yufeng Mountain seems to be directly opposite the direction of the Taishan stone tablet in the museum?"

"I get it! I completely get it! This isn't just ecological restoration, it's like building a new house for our ancestors!"

"Everyone stand up! Salute to our ancestors!"

The live stream's popularity instantly exceeded 100 million.

On the screen, countless bullet comments merged into a sea of ​​red.

"Supervision +1! Anyone who dares to slack off, I'll go down the internet cable and beat them up!"

"I would call it: China's Number One Filial Piety Project!"

"I'm moved to tears. We finally have the ability to give the totem that has protected us for five thousand years a real home."

Inside the necklace space.

Li Chen's dragon soul was still sleeping in the chaos, but the icy chill caused by excessive consumption was slowly fading.

Warm currents flowed in continuously from all directions.

These warm currents are no longer the mixed and chaotic thoughts of the past; they are pure and clean, filled with gratitude, awe, and hope.

This is... incense.

It is the true power of incense and prayer generated by the worship of all people.

Nourished by the incense offerings, Li Chen's dragon soul seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, and the cracks caused by the forced rain were slowly healing at an imperceptible speed.

On the surface of that ancient bronze necklace, a few strands of rust, finer than a hair, quietly peeled away, revealing a faint hint of gold beneath.