At dusk, the setting sun on the horizon releases its final splendor.
Zhang Wenfeng resisted the hoe and climbed up to the lush Xitan Ridge alone, where rows of ling jade millet and ling vegetables were planted. He walked for a while on the top of the hill, chose an open space, and carefully cleaned up the weeds and roots with a hoe. .
Take out the three-inch long redwood branch from the bottle and plant it into the soft and fine soil.
Twist up a handful of the dark divine soil from the jade box and sprinkle it around the branches.
"Senior Chiwei, please come out!"
As Zhang Wenfeng shouted softly, a wisp of black air emerged from the tree branches that were exposed just a few inches above the soil, and a short and transparent old man appeared in the air. Compared with the vigorous and flexible figure when they first met, the old man was so weak that he could not straighten his waist.
Taking a breath of fresh air slowly, the old man scanned the surrounding environment and said: "The land is a little small, but fortunately the field of vision is wide, there is no obstruction, and the spiritual energy is active... Alas, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, why should I be so idle? ?”
Taking another look at the black soil scattered on the ground, the old man recognized that it was divine soil and said, "My little brother is interested."
Zhang Wenfeng didn't use the land and soil given by Chen Qingqiao, because he was worried that the old man would misunderstand that he and the landlady were in the same group. The old man looked weak, and his whole body was filled with evil thoughts, and he smiled and said: "You should, please!"
The old man didn't talk any more nonsense, he made clasps with his hands and chanted vague and weird spells.
Threads of thin soul power were drawn out from the old man's feet, like wool, and one end was wrapped around the branches above the ground.
The spiritual energy in the air was pulled and slowly flowed towards the branches. The branches absorbed the soul power and spiritual energy, as well as the divine soil scattered on the ground, and slowly withered and turned into a handful of ashes.
The light black soul power kept pulling and pouring into the ground, but after a moment, the old man's legs disappeared, and his mouth was still singing non-stop, rising and falling, full of vicissitudes of life and desolate rhythm.
Give death for life, and your descendants will take root.
Zhang Wenfeng stared at the dark red seedlings growing out of the soil. This change of old and new made his heart slightly touched.
When the new red tree slowly grew five feet high from the ground, it was already dusk, and only one head of the old man was left floating in the air. He grinned: "Brother, please!"
It turned into a thin stream of black air and poured into the new saplings, causing several dark green leaves to sway slightly.
"Farewell to the old man!"
Zhang Wenfeng gave it away. The old man didn't ask him to promise anything, nor did he promise how to take care of the new Zhu Mu.
The old man completely let go and walked magnanimously. After more than five thousand years of ups and downs, he returned to the world of heaven and earth.
Use a hoe to dig out a circular furrow about a few feet outside the sapling. Then he broke off a few branches nearby and simply built a low fence. He summoned Hu Qiang'er and gave a few instructions. He took more care of the red sapling.
Hu Qiang'er agreed and landed in the fence, squatted down and gently stroked the thick young leaves. He hesitated for a while and asked in a low voice: "Master, is the old demon who gave birth to this red tree the way you did just now, still alive?"
His body is rooted on the western slope of Xianling Mountain, not too far away from Xitan Ridge.
The moment the remnant soul of the old ghost appeared, he noticed it, but he did not show up without the permission of the viewer.
He couldn't understand the mantra the old man chanted, but he felt the same and felt sad in his heart.
"Senior Chiwei's body has been destroyed, and his main soul no longer exists. The purpose of keeping this residual soul is to give birth to descendants. He left without regrets. You can take care of this sapling for him. Don't think too much about it."
Zhang Wenfeng briefly spoke a few words, but did not elaborate on Chi Wei's tragic past, so as not to hurt Hu Qiang'er and cast a shadow in his heart.
The story of the Chongtian Temple's Crimson Tree is over. It is not his turn to investigate who is who, and it has nothing to do with him. When the time comes, he will find another sect to purchase a Crimson Spirit Plant, and plant it wherever he wants. The effect is achieved.
Went down the mountain with a hoe, washed briefly and then flew to the top of the mountain to do homework.
If there is such a rare red seedling on the mountain, it will naturally say hello to the mountain chief.
The mountain chief keeps a register of all the trees and plants on the site. Details include how old the tree is, when it blooms and bears fruit, and how many years it takes to mature.
The next morning.
Zhang Wenfeng and the mountain leader saw the five disciples getting ready in the small training hall. They had already made clear what they should explain. He took out a black pouch from his sleeve and handed it to Wei Jingjie, the captain, and said with a smile: "I'll lend it to you when you get out of the city. It will be more convenient during practice.”
Shi Nanguan exclaimed "Wow": "It's a storage bag, Master, the palms and backs of the hands are all flesh. You can't be so biased."
The mountain chief did not have a straight face today, and even had an amiable smile on his face.
Wei Jingjie took the bag and thanked him with a hint of excitement in his eyes. His custom-made gun did not need to be in his hand at all times. It could be unscrewed and stored in the bag, making it easier to sneak out of the city and hide his whereabouts.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the other disciples who looked quite moved, but did not dare to be as presumptuous as Shi Nanguan, and said with a smile: "You all come back alive, and you can exchange it with me for a storage bag with 100 merit points. This time I exchanged a lot of gift bags from the capital."
The storage bags developed by the Daolu Academy are currently not in large numbers and must be redeemed with merit points, and there are some regulations.
Shi Nanguan said with a smile: "Guardian Master, lend me one first. I will definitely pay you one hundred merit points when you come back."
Others were eager to try and looked at the mountain leader.
The mountain leader glared and scolded: "Are you itchy? Bargain with the temple master. If you don't understand what the temple master means, you must come back alive!"
The five of them stood upright at the same time, clasped their hands and said solemnly: "Yes, they all came back alive."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go!"
One of him and Shan Chang had been a good guy and the other a bad guy, for many years.
A group of people and the silent donkey carrying large and small luggage walked to the memorial arch. All the disciples who had stayed in the Taoist temple and had not gone out lined up to see them off. Wei Xingde, the old lame man and others were all there.
Watching the five men and one donkey take off into the air and fly towards the west until no shadow was seen, the mountain leader ordered all the disciples to disperse.
The old lame man comforted Wei Xingde in a low voice: "I invited the donkey to drink last night and I told him carefully that he must keep an eye on several children. Don't worry, Donkey Ri is very capable and will not put them in danger."
Wei Xingde nodded repeatedly, his throat was severely blocked.
I wanted to say a few heroic words, but I couldn't say anything for a while.
Looking at the burly and strong little son next to me, I feel a little lucky in my heart. Fortunately, there is a good-for-nothing by my side, so they don't have to worry as parents. Alas, it is not necessarily a good thing for a son to be good-for-nothing.
In the courtyard of the woods to the east, a woman wiped her red eyes vigorously. Tears could not stop flowing. She stretched her neck and looked at the sky to the west. Another woman beside her kept comforting her.
Zhang Wenfeng and Hu Qiang'er walked eastward along the stream, inspecting the lush green spiritual plant or fruit garden. After walking through it, it was almost noon. They praised Hu Qiang'er a few words and said: "I will go south for a few days. At home,
You need to worry more about the spiritual planting."
"Don't worry, sir, it's all Qiang'er's business."
Hu Qiang'er raised his head and smiled, with a hint of loneliness hidden in his eyes.
"After I finish my work, I will stop by Baihu Ridge to see if I can invite Sister Lu Xiner as a guest."
Zhang Wenfeng touched the little demon's head and flew into the air.
Hu Qiang'er shouted happily: "If they are not free, they can also invite some other sisters."
The viewer understands him. Mr. Lu will be away for a year. Lu Huan spends the day and night, and he has no other playmates of the same kind.