Han Xian "healed" about twenty trees, and then he stopped.
Wen Jin smiled slightly and said, "Senior brother, please explain it to the gardeners outside.
"They saw with their own eyes that the tree had withered, but now it is alive... People who don't understand think it's a ghost.
"Senior brother, are you trying to convince them?"
Han Xian cupped his hands and said, "It's your duty, please don't worry."
Han Xian stepped out.
Wen Jin breathed a sigh of relief.
She quickly entered the space to check... Wow! The dozen or so trees she put into the space have grown into towering trees.
She stood under the tree and raised her head, barely able to see the top of the tree.
The agarwood on the tree exudes a refreshing fragrance.
The largest piece of agarwood is impressive in size.
She definitely couldn't transplant such a big tree.
But it can be cut. Although she doesn't know the cutting technology, there is no tree that cannot survive if there is a spiritual spring space that defies heaven.
She broke off two branches from each tree, inserted them into the moist soil of the space, and watered them with spiritual spring water.
She left the space for a moment, and then came back in. The sapling had come to life and jumped two meters high.
Wen Jin immediately controlled it with his consciousness, wrapped their roots in soil, dug them out, made a package to protect water and soil, and moved them out of the space.
She must be right when she counted the number. Listen carefully to the outside world... Han Xian is still "populating science" for the gardeners.
Wen Jin couldn't help but curl his lips. If Han Xian was a teacher, he would definitely be the kind of teacher who loves to drag the class.
Wen Jin looked at the dead trees and couldn't help feeling sorry...
Han Xian said that because their wounds were "injured by Taoism", they were not easy to heal and easily formed "agarwood".
Wouldn't it be a pity if we just let them die like this?
Agarwood is hard to come by, and its medicinal and economic value are extremely high.
Wen Jin simply used the aura of space to envelope these saplings.
She used her consciousness to water the unrevived saplings.
When Han Xian finally "finished dragging the hall", Wen Jin immediately took back the space.
She nodded with satisfaction, almost "evenly soaked in rain and dew".
"Ho! I'm alive! I'm really alive!"
Chen Ding yelled. He was in his thirties, but he was jumping as fast as a child.
"Old god! You are our old god!"
Chen Ding knelt down to Han Xian.
Han Xian watched as all the saplings in the greenhouse came alive.
He looked at Wen Jin in shock.
Wen Jin put his index finger to his lips and gestured "Shh--" to him.
Han Xian raised his eyebrows.
The other gardeners followed Chen Ding and knelt down, paying homage to Han.
"You're welcome, you're welcome..."
Han Xian pulled them up, but looked at Wen Jin sadly.
These gardeners were all honest people, and they had to bow three times before getting up from the ground.
The first thing Chen Ding did when he got up was to count his saplings.
"One, two, three, four, five... Hey, the number is right, but the variety is wrong? Why are there two more trees in the Lauraceae family? Two less olive trees?"
Wen Jin: "..."
You don’t have to recognize it to be so true, right? She couldn't tell what kind of trees and what families these trees were...
"You remembered it wrong!" the other gardeners said happily.
"Stop counting. The trees that were originally dead have now been revived by the old fairy! What else are you counting?"
"Ah! Look! Is this agarwood?"
"Ah! I'm so excited! This is not a tree, this is a gold mine!"
When the gardeners discovered the fingernail-sized pieces of agarwood, they were as excited as Columbus discovering the New World.
"Old fairy..."
Han Xian dragged Wen Jin and ran away in a hurry.
If he didn't run away, the gardeners would all kowtow again.
Practitioners should avoid being arrogant... It would be very difficult to overcome arrogance if you are always being worshiped like this.
For the sake of his spiritual practice, Han Xian decided that Thirty-Six Strategies would be the best way to go.
"Senior brother, wait for me a little longer. I'm going to see how Master Que and Banxia are doing.
"If there are no unexpected events, we will rush back to Kyoto immediately without waiting for them to accompany us!" Wen Jin said.
Han Xian cupped his hands and went back to wait for her.
Wen Jin went to the Maritime Affairs Department and wondered what Jiang Shuo said to his brother.
When Wen Yuanjie saw Wen Jin now, he was in a state of confusion as if he was wandering outside.
Wen Jin held his head. He was once such a shrewd kid, but this time he went out to sea and became stupid.
She sighed and shook her head.
Que Ye, Banxia, and Jiang Shuo are all busy.
Only Lu Ming stayed at the Maritime Affairs Department and reported to Wen Jin on the progress of unloading and reloading the cargo.
"Everything went well. Except for some dead animals and some broken porcelain, there wasn't much damage." Lu Mingdao.
Wen Jin nodded, "Tell them that there is something going on in Beijing, and I have to take the first step. Let them not be anxious and just go on their way as planned."
"Yes! The Maritime Affairs Department has prepared troops to escort the queen along the way!" Lu Mingdao.
"No need," Wen Jin waved his hand, "Can you still free up people? Let them all go to the dock to work."
When Wen Jin left, he met Jiang Shuo.
"Empress!" Jiang Shuo held his hand.
He looked darker, stronger, and more cheerful than before.
"When I return to Kyoto, I'll ask you to marry me!" Jiang Shuo said, blushing and laughing.
Wen Jin nodded, "My cousin is not bad, this trip to the sea is not in vain!"
"I haven't agreed yet!" Master Que shouted in the distance.
Wen Jin waved to her, "No need to send it off, see you in Kyoto!"
She returned to Master Que's place, and Han Xian was ready.
"Let's go, senior brother." Wen Jin waited for the familiar white mist to come.
However... one second passed, and two seconds passed.
"Senior brother? Leave?" Wen Jin was a little surprised.
Han Xian was chanting the formula in his mouth, and his fingers were not idle.
But his technique seemed to be malfunctioning.
The two of them stayed where they were, motionless.
Wen Jin slowly turned his head and looked at Han Xian, "Should I go forward?"
Han Xian hesitated for a moment and exclaimed, "No..."
The sudden darkness enveloped the two of them.
The sunlight that was shining through the window lattice just now was no longer visible.
It was so dark all around that I couldn't see my fingers.
"Han Xian! Han Xian!"
Someone shouted Han Xian's name in the darkness.
Han Xian did not respond.
There was a burst of triumphant laughter in the darkness, "My realm has already surpassed the level where I need your response to take you into a dream.
"It doesn't matter whether you respond or not, you are already in a dream."
"This is the Taoism of Qingcheng Mountain, and the people here are from Qingcheng Mountain." Han Xian said in a low voice.
Wen Jin also responded in a low voice, "Yeah."
"Huh?" A suspicious voice came from the darkness, "Is there anyone else?"
A beam of light shines in front, and an old man who looks like an immortal, with silver eyebrows and a thin and pointed chin appears in the beam of light.
"Taoist Master Kunpeng, be courteous." Han Xian bowed and seemed familiar with him.
"Who is this next to you?" the old Taoist asked, twirling his silver beard.
Han Xian smiled slightly, "Why do you have to pretend, Master Kunpeng? You are here just for her. You don't know who she is?"
Wen Jin secretly increased her vigilance...
If the other party can stop Han Xian's Taoism, does it mean that his Taoism is superior to Han Xian's?
For her? Is it also to take away the spiritual spring space?
