Zhou Yi has been planting spiritual rice for more than a thousand years, and has never stopped since he first entered the world of immortality.
Over a long period of time, Lingmi plants will undergo mutations from time to time. Most of them will change in good directions, and a few will decline in bad ways.
This was not a mystery in the world of immortality at that time. Changes in cultivation of elixirs and the taming of exotic animals often occurred. In the eyes of monks, having more spiritual energy and stronger medicinal effects was a good thing. Otherwise, it was a loss-making business.
For example, the grains of rice in Zhou Yi's hands are a typical example of decay. After they mature, they contain no spiritual energy, which is a waste of spiritual fields and mana.
Ordinary monks would definitely discard it like a piece of grass. Influenced by his previous life, Zhou Yi was very concerned about the mutated spiritual rice.
After trial planting, it was found that the mutant rice grains do not contain spiritual energy, so the growth process does not require spiritual energy. At the same time, it retains the advantages of spiritual rice plants, such as being independent of terrain and having strong vitality.
The disadvantage is that the yield is low, with the yield per mu being only about one stone.
"One stone!"
Jin Jing listened to Zhou Yi's introduction and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Can this rice really be grown on the mountain and yield one stone per mu?"
"This kind of rice has more vitality than wild grass when it is grown. It can grow if it is sprinkled in the cracks of rocks in the mountains."
Zhou Yi nodded and said: "The specific yield is also affected by the mountainous area. If there are too many stones, it will not be able to produce one stone. When Pindao traveled to Yunzhou, the rice yield was more than three or four stones per mu."
"How dare our mountain nests compare with the fertile fields in the plains."
Jin Jing sighed: "The fields around Moyun City have been cultivated with great effort and carefully taken care of day and night, but the yield is only a little more than one stone. We are greedy for Taoist rice, but the old man You can’t get it back if you sell it!”
"In Pindao's opinion, this scale is worth more."
Zhouyi handed the rice grains to Jin Jing and said: "I watched the Golden God's celebration yesterday, and I know very well that the people of the mountain are facing hardships, and the sages have only made it possible to prosper today. This rice is named Yi Mi, firstly to show that it is easy to plant, and secondly. Tell the outside world that God has given you gold and gold!"
"Isn't this wronging the Taoist priest?"
Jin Jing held the rice grain tightly and said, "The Taoist Master is so righteous, is he afraid of being hated by others? Don't worry, anyone who dares to be the enemy of the Taoist Master will be the mortal enemy of Moyun City!"
Moyun City seems to be just a city, but the people in the city all practice martial arts, and it can be said that all the people are soldiers.
The human village of Shiwandashan also regards Moyun City as its esteem, with a population of hundreds of thousands under its command. With just one order, one hundred thousand elite soldiers can be gathered. Their power is not inferior to that of the small country of Yunzhou, but their force is even greater.
"It's all just a false reputation. I'm a poor Taoist who devotes himself to pure cultivation and doesn't want anyone to disturb him."
Zhou Yi cupped his hands and said, "Don't be polite anymore. Thank you fellow Taoist for your hospitality. I'll take my leave."
Jin Jing bowed to express his thanks and said: "The old man will send you off not far away. We must work hard to cultivate Yimi from now on. We won't be able to go fishing in Bibo Lake in a short time."
"Then let's make an appointment in a few years."
Zhou Yi waved his hand carelessly, the wind blew under his feet, and he disappeared in an instant.
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early morning.
Thousands of mountains are waking up, and the morning clouds are coming out of Xiu.
The wind blew through the forest, the fog slowly dissipated, and bursts of singing suddenly came from the mountains, breaking the tranquility of nature.
Farmers in the mountains followed the sound and saw a middle-aged Taoist man coming from the mountain.
The Taoist wore a wooden hairpin casually on his head, his face was pale, and he had a green bamboo fishing rod on his shoulder. His steps seemed slow but fast, and he jumped into the air with a slight step on the grassy branches, as if flying in the sky.
When the farmer saw the Taoist approaching, he bowed skillfully and said, "Taoist went down the mountain to feed the fish again?"
"I'm tired of chanting sutras, so come out and relax."
Zhou Yi responded with a smile and walked dozens of feet away as he spoke, arriving at the foot of the mountain in a moment.
Ahead is a clear pool of water, with vast blue waves reflected in the spring sun. The shore has been opened up into neat fertile fields. Farmers are weeding and irrigating. When they see Zhou Yi, they all say hello respectfully.
"Taoist Priest, this is the strange rock I was looking for in the mountains."
"Thank you for the prescription given by the Taoist priest. My boy's illness has been cured."
"My boat is parked on the shore. Taoist priest, please don't take Niu Er's boat. His broken boat is leaking."
"..."
Zhou Yi responded one by one with his hands raised. He was very familiar with the villagers. Unlike the gods in the sky who looked down from above, he was really a Taoist priest living in seclusion in the mountains.
When the strange rice was handed over to Jin Jing, Zhou Yi never imagined that the changes would be so great. The population of the mountain seemed to have exploded. In just thirty years, several villages had been formed around Bibotan.
Yimi is easy to grow and does not care about the land, but more irrigation can increase the yield, so the rivers and lakes in the mountains have become a gathering place for villages.
Bibotan is the largest lake in Shiwandashan. It is as vast as an inland ocean and is located on the north side of the mountains, so it is naturally a good choice.
"The mountains are vast and the grain output is low, but without the excessive taxes and exploitation by officials, there is more left in the hands than the people of Yunzhou. I heard that many people in the Qing Kingdom could no longer survive in the country, so they went to the mountains to survive."
Zhou Yi has not been in seclusion these years. He goes down the mountain to fish from time to time and treats villagers' illnesses, so he knows a lot about the outside world.
It's just a lag. After all, the distance is far away and the news in the mountains is blocked. What I heard was already two or three years ago.
Sitting cross-legged by the lake, I flicked my fishing rod into the water.
As soon as the hook was hooked, fish came over and circled around the hook eagerly, trying to swallow the spirit rice into their belly. However, the hook was like an illusion and no matter how hard they bit, they couldn't catch it.
"A few lazy idiots still want to eat and drink at Master Dao's place!"
Zhou Yi recognized these herrings. They were all cunning and lazy. After eating the spiritual rice, he did not think about finding anything to repay the favor. He just wanted to stay where he was and continue eating.
A young man in linen clothes ran over with a wine jar in his arms, squatted next to Zhou Yi, opened the coarse porcelain bowl covering the mouth of the jar, and filled the entire bowl of rice wine as white as jade.
"Master Dao, this is my mother's newly brewed wine. Let you have a taste."
Zhou Yi took the coarse porcelain bowl, raised his head and drank it all, nodded and said.
"It tastes good. Go back and tell your mother that Yimi has an extraordinary origin. It is a very high-quality brewing raw material. Adding other herbs will only reduce the taste."
Although Yimi is a product of the decline of spiritual rice, as the basic raw material for brewing spiritual wine, its essential taste far exceeds that of ordinary materials.
"I know, I'll tell my mother when I get back."
The young man took out a book of Taoist scriptures from his arms and held it up with both hands: "Master Taoist, I have memorized this book of scriptures and gained some understanding. Unfortunately, no matter how much I practice, I cannot sense the aura of heaven and earth."
"Little Ye Zi, cultivating immortals is all fake, you have to believe in martial arts!"
At this time, the lake was bubbling, revealing a three-foot-long blue fish. It opened its mouth and spat out a sparkling jade, which fell into Zhou Yi's hands.
"My grandfather said that Master Tao is an immortal."
Jin Ye was not surprised by this. When he was young, he squatted next to Zhou Yi and listened to the scriptures. He had never seen such mysterious things.
Most of the people in the village have seen it, and they have spread it from person to person, believing that the fish in Bibotan are spiritual, and they will be punished if they are killed.
Zhou Yi put away the jade and rewarded herring rice grains with a flick of his finger: "If the poor Taoist is an immortal, how can he grow old?"
Jin Ye looked distressed: "If there were no immortals, what would happen to the visions I saw? When my father died, I also saw ghosts, which scared me so much that I couldn't sleep for several days."
"Everyone has Qi, anger, death Qi, luck, etc. You can see it with your natural spiritual eyes."
Zhou Yi casually explained: "The soul is the condensation of thoughts. When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. The death of thoughts will appear as the soul disappears."
Jin Ye did not doubt Zhou Yi's words. He felt that he had missed something. Especially when he recited Taoist scriptures, his sense of loss became stronger and his body always felt empty.
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly and did not help Jin Ye to clear up his doubts.
Tianling roots, natural spiritual eyes, and a rare talent for cultivating immortals in the world. It is a pity to be born in this era.
At this time.
A big black fish swam over, its body was five or six feet long, frightening the nearby lazy fish begging for food and running away.
The black fish emerged from the water, with two long whiskers at the corners of its mouth like arms, holding a round stone ball.
Zhou Yi did not wait for the black fish to be thrown out, waved his hand and took the stone bead into his hand. After carefully sensing it with his spiritual consciousness, his face showed joy: "I have been waiting for more than thirty years, and I finally have another harvest. The dragon beads plus the reverse scale are enough!"
"Dragon Emperor, Pindao will translate it for you right now. What is a surprise?"
Thirty years ago, things went wrong. After Zhouyi spent all his efforts in divination, he could only vaguely conclude that the Dragon Emperor was no longer in Shiwandashan.
Now that we have the Dragon Ball, we will be able to get more accurate information. Then we will slowly investigate and search for it, even if it is thousands of feet underground, we must dig it out!
Seeing Zhou Yi's happy smile, Jin Ye asked doubtfully: "Master Tao, what kind of treasure is this?"
"Dragon Ball, it can make people's wishes come true!"
Zhou Yi put away the dragon ball, groped for a moment from his sleeve, and threw out a green lotus seed: "I never owe anyone any kindness, and neither does a fish. I give you these colorful lotus seeds to eat."
The black fish opened its mouth and swallowed the lotus seeds into its belly. Its tail swung rapidly and disappeared into the water.
"Perfect merit."
Zhou Yi said: "Little Yezi, I have been staying in the mountains for a long time. I plan to go out for some travel. We are destined to meet each other. This volume of Xiaoyan Divine Numbers is given to you. You will have a good life in the future."
The natural spiritual pupils can clearly see people's auras, bad luck, purple energy, etc., and can predict the future with some methods in Xiaoyan's divine numbers.
"Master Dao is leaving?"
Jin Ye took the Taoist scriptures with a look of reluctance on his face: "My mother is still waiting. She said that when the Taoist master has had enough fun, she will marry you and become my father."
"What nonsense are you kidding? This poor man is innocent and has stopped going to Hehuan Garden a long time ago!"
Zhou Yi glared at Jin Ye. The girls in the mountains were too enthusiastic. Coupled with their jade-like appearance and fairy-like temperament, many girls had expressed their love and proposed marriage in recent years, and Jin Ye's mother was one of them.
In terms of identity, Jinye's grandfather was the great elder of Moyun City, and in terms of appearance, Jinye's mother was a well-known beauty. Unfortunately, Zhou Yi was a little late for love at the age of thirteen hundred.
What's more, just because he was one generation below Jin Jing, that old boy still had his nostrils soaring to the sky!
"He's gone, don't miss Pindao."
Zhou Yi put away his fishing rod, walked back to the mountain quickly, and sang loudly in a happy mood.
"Don't let down the Three Lights, don't let down others, don't bully the gods, and don't bully the poor. Someone asked me how to practice..."
Even though he has lived for a thousand years and has long been proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, wine and tea, he has made no progress in poetry. Zhou Yi did not force it and simply recited the Taoist songs he heard in his previous life.
Among them, Lu Zu's poems are very popular.
Zhou Yi is cautious and cautious in doing things, walking on thin ice, but he also envies the high-spirited swordsman!
Mountain top.
There is a Taoist temple with green bricks and green tiles, and a Taoist boy in green squatting at the door is yawning and opened his eyes when he heard the singing.
"Chief Immortal, why are you back so early today?"
"It's a happy event."
Zhou Yi pushed the door open and walked in. The forbidden aura shone brightly, as if he had passed through the water and entered another world.
The spiritual field with a radius of more than a hundred feet is neatly maintained, and the rich spiritual energy condenses into rain on its own. Under the influence of the formation restrictions, it disperses into the five elements of spiritual rain to irrigate the elixirs with corresponding attributes.
"As Jianmu continues to grow, Pindao, this place of hidden cultivation, finally becomes somewhat mysterious!"
On the premise of not delaying his practice, Zhou Yi arranged more than a dozen formations and restrictions, each with its own unique functions. For example, this automatic irrigation formation is no longer as poor and crude as it used to be.
The Taoist boy in green followed him in, rolled on the spot and turned into a ginseng doll, with a red ribbon tied around his waist.
"Chief Immortal, are we moving again?"
Zhou Yi was surprised and said: "How did you guess it?"
The Lingshen Baby said proudly: "Every time you go down the mountain to fish, at least for the whole day, I can lie at home and have a good sleep. Today you came back early and said there was a happy event. You must have found traces of the baby!"
"I see."
Zhou Yi didn't know whether to call the Lingshen doll smart or stupid. The monsters in the vegetation were as innocent as a child, so he kicked it.
"If I don't keep an eye on you for a while, you'll be lazy and dozing off. Why don't you go to work!"
The Lingshen doll covered her buttocks and screamed in pain. Only then did she realize that she had let the news slip, and she ran away without a trace.
Zhou Yi entered the Taoist temple, calmed down and adjusted his breath to the best.
First take out the tube and shake it gently.
The lottery landed.
The light shines and condenses into the character: Bodhi.
"Good luck! Is Lao Long hiding in Yizhou Buddhist Gate?"
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and thought that this was very possible.
Among the four righteous sects, only the Buddhist sect is not very firm in its attitude towards the demon clan, and has a deep hatred for Taoist Lord Xuanxiao. The Dragon King hid in Yizhou after proclaiming himself. Even if he was accidentally discovered by Buddhists, he would hide it quietly and worship him.
After the spiritual energy is revived, the Dragon King owes this kind of kindness and should let the protector heavenly dragon protect Buddhism.
The Xiao Jie Tian Technique showed good luck and the trip to Yizhou was inevitable. Then he took out the Xuanwu Shell and used the Xiao Yan Divine Number.
Zhou Yi placed Ni Lin and the Dragon Pearl on the Xuanwu Shell and used divination to search for traces of the Dragon King. After a long time, a piece of information appeared in his mind out of thin air.
Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple!
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Fozhou.
The far west of the mainland, on the verge of the West Sea.
Wanfo Temple is located in the middle of the Bodhi Buddha Land. It is built on the mountain and covers an area of more than 10,000 acres, with endless pavilions and pavilions.
The upper half of Bodhi Peak is carved into a 100-foot-tall Buddha, which can be seen from dozens of miles away. The surface of the Buddha statue is coated with gold powder, and the entire mountain peak is illuminated by golden light from a distance.
"I heard that this Buddha statue was built after the end of the Dharma. It cost millions of manpower. If the imperial court built it, it would destroy the country!"
Zhou Yi observed from the sky for a moment. There were countless people in linen and brocade clothes on the ground, kneeling on their knees and walking towards Wanfo Temple. There were also monks in gray robes and white robes walking.
Falling light.
He transformed into a yellow-robed monk, wearing a crown of five Buddhas and a brocade cassock.
One hand holds a nine-ring tin staff and the other holds a purple gold alms bowl.
"Amitabha!"
Zhou Yi proclaimed the name of Buddha high, his eyes were compassionate, and his Dharma was solemn.
He has been studying Buddhist scriptures for thousands of years, and no one in the world can match the profoundness of Buddhism alone. Not to mention pretending to be a Buddhist disciple, even the abbot of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple can do it.
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Recommend this book "Three Kingdoms: I was buried alive at the beginning, but Emperor Ling helped me ascend the throne"
The history of the Three Kingdoms is very interesting!
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