Wang Chen looked at the spotless Chidao under his feet and felt helpless to complain.
He has never deliberately improved his proficiency in this little spell. He uses it normally and his experience points increase very slowly.
I didn't expect that after half a day, I would break through to the Xiaocheng level.
The sun was shining brightly, the sky was clear, and under the blue sky, along the long galloping road, at intervals, a monk like Wang Chen was busy cleaning the road.
Or repair the ditch next to the road.
There are also people who scatter flower seeds on the roadside and use the "withering technique" to promote flowering.
A very busy scene.
Wang Chen's work on the section of the road subcontracted to him has been basically completed.
Wang Chen was not busy planting purple orchids and sat down to rest under the shade of a tree by the roadside.
In fact, he was not tired, but he felt that the work was a bit ridiculous and he really couldn't muster much energy.
Just make ends meet and meet the requirements, there will be no rewards if you do well!
Several monks sat down nearby and gathered together to whisper.
It's just that they didn't deliberately control the sound, and Wang Chen was located downwind, and his five senses were particularly sharp, so they actually got a rough idea!
"What do you think we are doing here at Wei? If we just clean the roads and ditches, why should we plant purple jade flowers?"
This person was obviously full of complaints and couldn't help but pour it out.
The monk next to him chuckled and said, "You don't know this, right? That purple jade flower is the master's favorite flower, and there are quite a few planted inside the inner gate!"
"Is there anything else?"
"Otherwise what do you think?"
"I heard that the master likes Zi Jinhua because of his childhood green plum."
"When the two were young, they agreed to meet again after the Purple Mansion, and then went their separate ways. When the real master succeeded in opening the Mansion, they went to look for the green plum again, only to find that the beautiful woman had passed away, leaving only the Zijin plant they loved most."
"I see!"
"There is such a thing. I didn't expect that the real leader is also a sweetheart."
"Yeah yeah."
"Hush, be careful what you say, and don't make irresponsible remarks about your Majesty!"
"Yeah, yeah."
Wang Chen didn't expect that he would actually hear the gossip of Master Duan Jindan here.
He took out flower seeds from his storage bag and threw one on the ground.
Using his fingers to plant seeds, Wang Chen activated his magic power and performed the "withered glory technique" that he had just started yesterday.
The level of this spell is not very high.
With his current understanding, it didn't take much time to get started.
As the magic power circulated, Wang Chen's fingertips glowed with jade green light, covering the flower seeds on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, several tiny roots broke out of the shell and penetrated into the soil below.
Then the flower seeds sprout and continue to grow upward.
In less than half a cup of tea, it has grown into a graceful flower seedling!
Although this is not the first time I have seen such a scene.
But Wang Chen still felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Compared with spells such as the Cleansing Technique and the Cloud and Rain Technique, the Withered Rong Technique undoubtedly demonstrates the monk's extraordinary abilities better.
On the contrary, in this world, there is not much difference between the monks at the bottom and the common people in the secular world!
Wang Chen thought that his magic should not be used to whitewash peace.
…
March 16th, halfway through Chen hour.
When Wang Chen left home and came to the "newly decorated" Chidao, the roadside was already filled with men, women, and children.
The neighbors all put on new clothes, and all their faces were filled with excited smiles.
The children were chattering and it was as lively as if it was New Year's Eve.
The monks of the guardhouse, including the night watchmen, patrolled back and forth on both sides of the road to maintain order.
At the same time, rice ears were distributed to those who came to watch the ceremony.
Wang Chen also received a bunch.
The spiritual rice with ears and stalks is golden, as if some kind of magic has been cast, and it looks particularly festive.
According to the monks at the Wei Institute, this is a sacrificial gift that everyone pays tribute to their ancestors.
Yunyang Sect’s Ancestor Worship Ceremony.
The one being worshiped is the founder of Yunyang, Junlu Lanlu, who founded the Yunyang lineage 1,500 years ago!
Although a bunch of spiritual rice is insignificant, it represents the respect and admiration of the disciples for their ancestors.
Countless elegant purple orchids bloom all over the roadside.
On the contrary, as time went by, everyone's excitement and excitement gradually disappeared.
All that's left is boring waiting.
Some ignorant children became impatient and cried to go home.
As a result, his parents either covered his mouth or gave him a hard "life" on his butt.
Seeing that the hour was about to pass, the new head of the Yishi Guards Station hurried over and shouted: "Quick, quick, everyone, go to Yunshan City quickly, the master master will not come here anymore!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
After working hard for two or three days, I stayed here under the bright sun for more than an hour.
As a result, the real leader didn't come.
Speaking of going to Yunshan City, Yunshan City is fifty miles away from here!
Most people have no interest at all, but they can't stand the urging or even threats from the chief.
So they had no choice but to run towards Yunshan City, and some even took pictures of themselves with armor and horse talismans.
Of course, most of the fast-footed ones were young monks, while most of the old, young, women and children went back to their homes.
Wang Chen actually didn't want to go because he felt like he was being treated like a monkey.
However, he was watched over by the village chief and supervised by the monks from the health center below. He was not old, weak, sick or disabled, so there was no reason to quit.
So Wang Chen followed the trend and took a picture of himself, and headed straight to Yunshan City.
When we arrived at the place, we saw that there were already huge crowds of people on both sides of the street outside the city, and we didn’t know how many outer monks the guards had mobilized to watch the ceremony.
Wang Chen and others who arrived late couldn't squeeze in, so they had to stand further away from the city gate.
Be a tool man holding rice ears in your hands!
Woo~
After another half an hour, a powerful horn sound came from the north.
The crowd of onlookers immediately stirred, and everyone looked eagerly in the direction of the sound.
Soon, a long team appeared in people's sight.
Walking at the front of the team were sixteen warrior knights holding ceremonial guards.
They wear black iron lion head helmets, colorful soap robes on the inside, Suan Ni Geng gold armor on the outside, and horses with green eyes and dragon scales on their crotches.
Everyone is so handsome!
Behind the knights, eight giant-toothed white elephants were pulling an eight-treasure cloud chariot.
Ji Guantao, the head of the Yunyang Sect, is wearing a Yunlong robe and is standing high above it.
Towering like a mountain, everyone is watching!
Six elders of the Zi Mansion accompanied the cloud chariot, and hundreds of inner disciples stood guard on the left and right with their heads held high.
There are thirty-six green oxen behind, pulling carriages.
People standing on both sides of the road respectfully presented ears of rice to the boy.
To show respect for Patriarch Yunyang.
At this time, the scorching sun is in the sky, the flowers are blooming, and the prosperity of Yunyang is far beyond the past generations!
Boom~
When the Dingyang Bell in Yunshan City rang, the Babao Cloud Chariot on which the leader was riding stopped moving.
There was silence all around, and thousands of monks held their breath.
At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out from the crowd of onlookers.
