Early the next morning, Chen Yongnuo went out with Yong Wang and others. They first went to the university hall to take a look. The main buildings such as the buildings had almost been built. During this period, they were mainly decorating
Formation.
The location of the university hall is not in the town, but at the foot of a small barren mountain not far from the town. They made some predictions and planned to just set up a second-order formation to cover this small barren mountain.
Including this, hundreds of acres of land can be reclaimed on the mountain
Spirit fields or elixir gardens. These can be used as special industries of the university hall. As long as the entire school can be managed patiently and use them for this purpose. After a few years, the university hall will be self-sufficient.
It is necessary for Yunluoshan to allocate additional spiritual materials every year.
Chen Yongnuo looked around for a week, and was quite satisfied with the foreseeable plan of his eldest brother Yong Wang. It seemed that he had not stayed in the fairy city in vain in the past few years, and his vision and vision had improved significantly compared to before.
Several levels.
From this incident, Chen Yongnuo made new arrangements for the younger members of the family, especially those with poor cultivation qualifications. If they have poor cultivation qualifications and are not very motivated to practice, they will be directly removed.
They were sent to the fairy city shop to practice for a few years, so that they could learn how to treat others and deal with things. Their horizons would be broadened and they would have an overall view of the situation.
After coming out of the university hall, the two of them went directly to the west col of Mingfeng Town. This is one of the three entrances of the Spirit Gathering Array covering the entire Mingfeng Town, and it is considered the three areas with the densest spiritual energy outside the array.
, which is where the spiritual field is located.
At this time, the sky was slightly bright, but many ordinary people had gathered in the Lingtian here. During this period, they basically went out to fill water overnight and came here early in the morning to water the Linggu.
Almost everyone held a wooden bucket in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. They gently scooped half a spoonful of water and carefully poured it on the roots of Linggu without wasting any water.
Around these spiritual fields, flags with yellow backgrounds and black characters are still erected. The runes on the flags seem to have an invisible aura attached to them. If you stare at them for a long time, you will have many thoughts in your heart.
Emotions, one can't help but be filled with emotion.
As soon as the people working in the spiritual field saw Yong Wang and the two, they all ran over to salute and say hello.
Chen Yongnuo pointed to the flags and flags and asked a few older men specifically.
Those people did not dare to hide anything, so they explained the origin of the flags and flags clearly. Several people in succession told the same story.
It turns out that half a year ago, some miraculous stories about a black-faced god began to circulate among the villagers. According to rumors, as long as one sincerely believes in this god, he will show his magical powers in the homes of the most devout believers and protect them.
family.
Some villagers believed it and went to the Shenjun Palace a hundred miles away to invite the avatar of the god to come home and worship it. They kowtowed to it every morning and evening, burned incense, and offered fragrant fruits and meat.
After a period of time, some villagers who worshiped the black-faced god began to experience miracles in their homes, such as the night dream of the divine bead entering their arms, a girl becoming pregnant a few days before leaving the palace, or a family member who was seriously ill and dying, but suddenly recovered from the illness, etc.
There are countless other miraculous things.
After these things came out, the villagers were all shocked. It was not that they had never seen so-called immortals. For example, almost all the wealthy families in the town had the ability to fly into the sky and into the earth, including the family of Lord Yunluo.
However, these people also have to face the horror of life and death, and they have no time to work and run around.
And this black-faced god is so high above them, he is just a clay statue, but he can bring people back to life. This kind of magical power is the only one they have ever seen in their lives, and it completely subverts their understanding of immortal gods.
As a result, more and more people have become believers in the black-faced god. There are even strangers who have traveled here to speak out. They have seen with their own eyes several ordinary families whose children were ordered to be raped because they sincerely worshiped the god.
He transformed into a spiritual light and became a first-class person among immortals and gods.
When drought occurs, these villagers go to the Shenjun Temple to ask for magic talismans and insert them around the spiritual field, hoping to attract spiritual rain.
"Do you believe that these magic symbols can really attract spiritual rain?" Chen Yongnuo looked at these flags and flags, his eyes flashing with spiritual light. In his eyes, there seemed to be a layer of colorful divine light on the flag flags, a layer of divine light.
There are many desires hidden in it. As long as you get closer, these desires seem to be entangled, and they are very powerful. If you are accidentally contaminated with these divine lights, it will probably be difficult to eradicate.
Those old men smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "I dare not speak nonsense about the immortals and gods. I can only pray sincerely. I hope the immortal masters can have mercy on us."
After saying this, he led a group of people to kneel down and kowtow to Chen Yongnuo.
"Fellow folks, you are all people under my rule in Yunluoshan. As long as we can do it, we will definitely help you solve it." Chen Yongnuo stretched out his hand and gently held it, and everyone in front of him could no longer kneel down.
Chen Yongnuo looked at these common people and thought that he could only put aside the matter of the black-faced god for the time being. He would help them with rain first, and then he could explore the other party's heel when he had the opportunity.
He just took a cursory look and found that the spiritual rice grains in front of him were in a state of serious water shortage. Even if they worked tirelessly to irrigate with clean water every day for the next day, the amount of spiritual rice that could be harvested in the end was estimated to be less than half of previous years.
If you want to keep this year's harvest, you can only help them with one or two spiritual rains to save their hard work of more than a year in the final stage.
Afterwards, Chen Yongnuo didn't hesitate and took out the first-grade high-grade water-wood spirit bead from the storage bag. Since he advanced to the virtual stage, he had not had time to practice Taoist techniques such as Ganlin Technique, so he
If you want to bring rain, you still have to use magic weapons.
He waved one hand, and a ray of spiritual light flew into the water-wood spirit bead. The spirit bead slowly rose into the air, hanging in the void ten feet high in front of him.
Chen Yongnuo stepped on the Gangstep, made seals with his hands, and muttered words in his mouth. Inspired by this, the spirit bead first trembled, and then a suction force gushes out from the spirit bead.
The wind picked up.
The cold breeze blew on the faces of the people, and they couldn't help but be happy.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and they gather all the surrounding water vapor, forming patches of clouds.
The clouds surged and gathered more and more, forming several acres of clouds. When they became dense and thick to a certain extent, they gradually condensed into water droplets and fell down.
The rain is coming.
The people did not hide, but let the rain drip on their faces. They had been longing for this rain for too long.
The sound of rustling wind and the sound of rain.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and big raindrops fell from the air and flowed into the spiritual fields. Those spiritual grains greedily sucked this spiritual rain.
After a stick of incense was burned, the wind stopped and the clouds dispersed, and about fifty acres of spiritual fields were nourished by the spiritual rain.
If Chen Yongnuo wasn't limited by this first-grade, high-grade magic weapon, the range he could cast rain would be much larger.