Little bits of wish power, like waves, continuously gathered on the northern sky tower. The sky, which was originally supposed to be based on the main concepts of starlight, coldness, Rengui water and winter, was dyed golden.
And as the willpower washed away, a ray of warmth emerged from the coldness.
Soon, the wish power turned into an endless rice field. The wish power slid over and the rice waves rolled, just like the golden ocean with golden waves blown by the sea breeze.
A young man with sweating profusely, salt frost on his clothes, and tanned and translucent skin appeared among them.
He looked at the golden rice, smiled and bent down, and began to repeatedly identify each plant and ear in search of the high-quality seeds that he dreamed of growing in the rice fields. Although the sweat on his body became less and less, and his breath was consistent with the rice fields, every time The first time he bent down and looked up, his face looked older.
"Did he exhaust himself? Or did he make some kind of deal?"
There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of Crowley who was watching. He could see that the man in the field had at least reached the realm of Dharma. Logically, he could maintain his original appearance before death.
But as he continues to age, and the rice ears in the field become heavier and heavier, it is obvious that the man has given up some characteristics of his own skills in exchange for more powerful effects on the other hand.
'Sacrificing the effect of prolonging life or fixing the appearance of the face in exchange for the rice ears grown by oneself growing into better quality, or by consuming a lot of effort to bring about qualitative changes in the results? This approach is similar to what I felt after I achieved the legendary destiny, but even at that time, I would not do this for a mere mortal. '
Kuro couldn't understand that as the youngest and most vigorous person at this moment, he couldn't even understand his concern for the country and the land after the breakthrough. Naturally, he couldn't understand the philosophy of the farmer.
Looking at the strong will, he just felt a little pity.
'If these wishes can be gathered together, it will be enough for a demigod to try to consolidate the priesthood and rise to the position of true god. However, I remember that Hanxia seems to have many gods of harvest and agriculture, so he shouldn’t be able to go up either...'
Kuro was thinking, but he suddenly saw a green color suddenly appear on the edge of the rice field, and at the same time, a faint divine power slowly fell.
Around the rice fields, a shadowy figure of Ji God walked out.
The four people walking from the east also have rice around them, but the rice is not the core, but more fruits and vegetables, which are green, with crystal dew hanging on the fat and tender vegetable leaves, and the red fruits radiate with the glory of the harvest.
The two people in the south also have a piece of rice, but under the water waves, there is a group of fish swimming slowly, and ripples suddenly ripple on the mirror-like water, bringing with it the fragrance of rice.
The six people in the north and west also have various scenes around them. Some have bunches of agate-like grapes hanging around them, some are green and some are purple, each one is crystal clear and exudes an alluring luster. Some are growing around them. On the persimmon tree, each bright red persimmon is like a small lantern, hanging high on the branches, bending the branches, looking like they are about to be broken, and...
Each god's approach makes the harvest scene more dazzling.
They are the gods of Ji corresponding to the twelve states of this generation. One god is in charge of the harvest of one state, and all of them are great gods from the third grade.
At this time, they appeared one by one, just to take a look at this coming person.
The few people made eye contact, and the scene of the harvest continued to approach the rice fields.
Milo below couldn't help but laugh and said: "I used to think that the legend about the God of Ji snatching away the farmer's head was a lie. I didn't expect it to be true. But where will Old Ping go in the future? I remember that he was born and raised I am from the north, and my ancestral home is in the south. In order to plant and cultivate it in recent years, I have traveled all over the southeast and northwest. The two most important experiments were one in the east and one in the south."
"So you haven't noticed that those Ji gods who take action are not from the north, but from the south. Occasionally those from the east will intervene, but those from the west are basically watching the show?" Qian Zhiwen responded with a smile, feeling a little emotional.
"When I was in Haoran Mansion, I studied with a senior farmer for a period of time. He said that for Ji God, what they look forward to most is someone usurping their throne. That means that someone will build on their foundation. The further he goes, the better he can assume the position of the God of Ji. Just like the first generation of farmers, after discovering that there was a successor, they chose to go to the outer world and let the world go to their descendants. The current God of Ji is just following This is an ancient tradition, and I hope that there will be successors who can take my place.”
Speaking of this, Qian Zhiwen's expression also became a little strange.
Milo took one look and roughly guessed the reason.
In Hanxia, Ji Shen can be regarded as an outlier among the Shinto. He is obviously not an immortal monk, but in some ideas, he is very similar to the monks who are part-time in the immortal way and the Shinto.
They don't mind the gods on their bodies, and they don't even mind that future generations will attach their legends to their heirs.
For this group of Ji gods, it seems that as long as someone can open up new roads and have enough divine power to ensure a good harvest.
As for themselves, being forgotten by people doesn't seem to be a big deal.
For this reason, Uncle Chun Guan Zong, who was in charge of education, culture, and etiquette in the past dynasties, lost a lot of his hair. In order to let people remember the God of Ji in the past dynasties, they even carried out many publicity campaigns.
But in the end, most of these actions were vetoed by the ancestors of Ji God, in their words.
"We have left and cannot provide help to the farmers. If we let people continue to sacrifice to us just for the sake of a mere reputation, it would be a sin for the successor to have insufficient spiritual power."
In the end, Uncle Chunguan Zongbo had no choice but to take a step back and cram all the Ji gods into the temple as much as possible. He also bluntly stated the inheritance relationship, and in all cases involving the replacement of Shinto or the higher level of Shinto. The teachings are mixed with some stories about Ji Gods from past dynasties.
Distinguishing the Ji Gods of the past dynasties is considered a required question in most exams involving agriculture and Shintoism. The difference is only that a certain state or a few states are selected for this exam.
The Shinto name itself has a certain power, and after it is inherited, part of the name will usually be inherited as well. This also leads to the fact that the names of Ji gods in the past dynasties are very similar. Coupled with the inheritance relationship and the influence of the surrounding wishes, it is very easy to confuse them.
In order to write down all the names of these gods and classify them completely, Milo chose to cheat directly, recording them with treasure mirrors and treasure scrolls.
To this day, if he wants to determine the name of a certain Ji God, he still needs to read the records in the treasure scroll.
Milo's cheating was like this. You can imagine how painful it was for Qian Zhiwen to learn it.
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