Shu Han was led by Xiao Jiajia and followed Brother Wang and his wife downstairs.
The narrow streets were crowded with moving crowds. Today, everyone stopped what they were doing, went out in unison, held umbrellas, and headed in the same direction.
Seeing such a large flow of people, Shu Han was a little surprised. He looked through other blocks with clear eyes and found that other blocks were in the same situation.
He squeezed into the slow-moving crowd with Brother Wang and his family, and moved slowly in the queue, stepping on the front foot and the back foot.
Shu Han picked up little Jiajia, fearing that she would have an accident in such a large crowd.
The little guy was holding two umbrellas with an extremely excited face, while Brother Wang and his wife were carrying jars. Everyone was as happy as the Chinese New Year and poured in in one direction.
Although the flow of people moved slowly, they were in an orderly manner, as if this was not the first time they had done this.
After following the flow of people for about two hours, Shu Han left the narrow street and the view ahead suddenly became wider.
He saw a vast and spectacular open space. The open space was filled with moving heads, so densely packed that they could not even be counted, spreading towards the end of the field of vision.
Clear your eyesight!
Shu Han used his clear vision to see through countless people and saw that they were all standing in a suspended square.
This square is like a big lake, and all the streets are runoff, constantly pouring people into the lake.
The lakes are getting bigger and bigger, and there are so many people in the square that they can't even be counted, which makes people feel scared to see them.
The team slowly poured into the square, and finally it was the turn of Brother Wang and his family.
Brother Wang bowed and said: "Wang Zewei, a family of four."
The man held a jade slip and saw a flash of light on his fingertips, then nodded.
Immediately afterwards, Shu Han followed Brother Wang into the square.
A family of four?
Shu Han had doubts in his heart. Was he classified as a member of Brother Wang's family so quickly?
Entering the square, everyone follows the instructions and goes to the designated location in the square.
Xiao Jiajia hugged Shu Han's neck, stretched her neck and looked ahead, murmuring: "It would be great if I could get a good position this time!"
Soon they followed the flow of people to the designated location and sat on the floor.
Shu Han was handed an umbrella and a jar, and everyone looked up eagerly.
Shu Han couldn't help but look upward, and saw a faint orange halo above, which looked like the sky at dusk, but Shu Han knew that it was not the sky, but an overwhelming magic circle.
One hour...two hours...
Everyone has settled down in the square. I don’t know how many people are accommodated in the square, but it is not noisy. Everyone is looking forward to it, waiting for something to come.
Suddenly, Shu Han felt a little cold on his face.
He dropped the drop of water, and when he looked carefully, it turned out to be the spiritual liquid that Xiao Jiajia had given him to drink before!
I don't know who yelled first.
"The spiritual rain is coming!"
There was a roaring sound in the square.
Xiao Jiajia very skillfully held up the umbrella in her arms and inserted the umbrella handle into the jar. This umbrella is indeed designed in reverse and is specially used to catch rainwater.
Shu Han suddenly realized that the spiritual rain of these people all fell from the sky, no wonder it was called the Day of Praying for Rain.
Wow!
Everyone's umbrellas formed an airtight barrier, and all the falling spiritual rain was collected accurately.
Shu Han was quite shocked.
How is such a huge rain of spiritual liquid formed?
He looked through the umbrella cover with clear eyes and saw the spiritual rain all over the sky. He estimated in his heart that the amount of spiritual energy contained in this rain must be at least as much as ten spiritual mines! Good guy, it will rain once.
With more than a dozen spiritual mines, a sect like Baiyu Sect can develop for more than a hundred years.
The spiritual liquid was pouring down. Xiao Jiajia listened carefully to the amount of rain. She couldn't help but look bitter and almost cry.
She murmured aggrievedly: "Why is the position so bad again? It's even less than last time. How can I survive until the next rain prayer day..."
Hearing this, Shu Han secretly snapped his fingers and silently used the wind control technique to blow an undetectable breeze at high altitude, evening out the rainfall in other areas.
Immediately, the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella became louder, and Xiao Jiajia couldn't help but become excited.
"It's raining hard! It's raining hard!"
The spiritual rain continued for half an hour. The four jars of Brother Wang's family were filled to the brim, even too much. They drank on the spot, otherwise they would overflow.
The family smiled happily and carefully sealed the jars. When people around them saw their full jars, they all looked at them with envy.
Afterwards, the crowd left the square in an orderly manner.
After a spiritual rain, some people are happy and some are sad.
And Shu Han also found out that this spiritual liquid rain would come on time every eighty days.
This news made Shu Han's face twitch.
Will there be a wave every eighty days?
My God, no wonder it can support so many monks to practice!
From this point of view, although there is no spiritual energy in this world, because of the spiritual rain, it is richer than the place with the strongest spiritual energy in Dayun.
After returning, Shu Han asked Brother Wang for a small bottle of spiritual liquid.
He was immediately sent into the jade pendant space and poured into a black jar.
He inquired about it and found that there seemed to be no spiritual stones in this world. Everyone used this spiritual liquid to restore their mana.
Shu Han felt that it was necessary to use this kind of spiritual fluid instead. It was better to use less foreign things like spirit stones to avoid exposing his identity.
Anyway, since the black jar was there, he didn't have to wait for the day of praying for rain. He could have as much spiritual liquid as he wanted.
Moreover, this spiritual liquid is more magical than the spiritual stone. There is no need to convert the techniques at all. If you drink it, it can be immediately converted into mana in the body. The recovery effect is even higher than that of the spiritual stone.
However, after he put a small bottle of spiritual fluid into the black jar, something unexpected happened.
The spiritual liquid in the black tank did not increase!
how so?
Shu Han used the black jar to experiment with other materials. The black jar could be copied as before, except that the spiritual liquid would not grow in the jar.
Could it be that black cans cannot replicate materials in this world?
Shu Han was shocked and quickly dug up some soil from this world to verify. The results confirmed that the black can was not a material that could not replicate this world.
That can only mean that this spiritual liquid was not born naturally, but was created by man.
Every eighty days, a rain of spiritual fluid is produced to supply 30 million people for cultivation. Is this a terrifying method really possible for monks to do?
Even if it can be done, what is the point of doing so?
It is better to distribute the resources indiscriminately to 30 million people with uneven talents than to concentrate the supply on those with good talents. All cultivation sects do this, and facts have proved that allocating resources to people with poor talents is a pure waste of resources.
.It is better to focus on cultivating talented disciples, so that such a sect can have a bright future.
However, this was not done here, but the least efficient path was chosen.
Shu Han looked out the window into the night streets and suddenly felt a strange sense of depression.
He thought of the time when he was in Shuzhuang, helping a wealthy family feed chickens.
Dozens of chickens are waiting eagerly in the chicken coop, expecting Shu Han to drop the food on time every day.
In the eyes of chickens, it should be a matter of course that it will rain food on time every day. No chicken will think about why there is food rain? Who is raining food? What is the purpose of raining food?
Think of this level.
Shu Han took a breath.
"This world is a little weird!"
Suddenly, he felt three people rushing towards Brother Wang's house.
There was only a rumble and the door was kicked open.