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There are three patterns in the upper left corner respectively.

A yellow copper coin, a censer and a golden trumpet.

Respectively represent 【Money】, 【Incense】 and 【Prestige】. Detailed values ​​follow.

The bottom row is [Temple Construction] [Mission Achievement] [Warehouse]

Click on [Temple Construction], and there is a list of unlocked and pending unlocked building facilities.

The ones that have been unlocked include t ...

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