Asking about longevity

Chapter 381 Spiritual Field (Thanks to the leader who passed by for the reward~)

There are hundreds of things to do in cultivating the Tao.

Kyushu is vast and has different regional customs. The monks rely on mountains and water to make a living, adapting to local conditions and making a living in various industries.

Spiritual farming and planting spiritual rice crops are one of the 100 industries of monasticism.

Tongxian City is mountainous and has no arable land. The spiritual grains and rice they eat are all bought from a fairy city in the west that makes a living by planting spiritual fields.

Mo Hua has never seen such a large spiritual field in his entire life.

To the south of Qianjia Town, there are vast spiritual fields arranged in a tic-tac-shape arrangement, covering about a hundred hectares.

In the spiritual field, there are green rice seedlings, filled with dense water vapor.

The sky is high, white clouds are lingering, and the rice fields are fertile and stretch open, like an emerald carpet, spreading into the distance.

Where the blue sky and spiritual fields meet in the distance, there are mountains covered by clouds and fog.

Mo Hua took a deep breath, the air was crisp and clear, his heart felt relaxed and happy, his eyes brightened slightly, and he suddenly realized something.

All things are born, and the earth supports all things.

Heaven is the manifestation of the Great Dao, and earth is the derivative of the Great Dao.

And among these spiritual fields, there are indeed traces of formations.

The ridge of the spiritual field is paved with some hard earth and rocks, and formations are painted on the earth and rocks.

But these formations are not absolute formations, they are simply earth-nurturing formations, used to cultivate spiritual rice and store water vapor.

When Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was released, all he perceived were ordinary earth-nurturing formations, without any special formation aura, which was a bit regretful.

I thought about going deeper and finding out.

There is a path near Lingtian. Mo Hua walked along the path for a while and suddenly frowned.

It was just morning, the sun was shining brightly, and there were spiritual farmers working in the fields.

Most of these spiritual farmers are older, their clothes are shabby and full of mud marks, their skin is dark and thin, and their fingers are rough and chapped.

They were bent over, as if they were being pressed down by something, and they were out of breath.

In the bright morning sun, in the vibrant spiritual field.

These spiritual farmers, with their stooped bodies and dull expressions, seemed out of place.

Mo Hua sighed.

As he walked, he met an old man next to a spiritual field.

The old man must also be a spiritual farmer. He was dry and thin, with a trace of despair on his face that was as yellow as wood.

Next to him was a little grandson, who was also wiping tears with his dirty little hands.

Mo Hua couldn't bear it and asked:

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

The old man turned his head dullly and saw a young monk with a delicate appearance and clear eyes. He hesitated many times and finally could only sigh deeply:

"Tian is broken again..."

The voice was full of bitterness and hardship.

Mo Hua was slightly startled and asked worriedly:

"How could Tian be bad?"

The old man pointed to the field ridge and said in a hoarse voice:

"The formation is broken. Without the formation, the spiritual field will be barren and cannot hold water. The crops in the field will dry up, and there will be no harvest this year..."

When the old man said it at the end, his voice was slightly choked.

Mo Hua turned his head and took a look, and saw that on the field ridge, there was indeed an ineffective cultivation formation. There were only formation patterns on it, but there was no spiritual power flowing.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was such a big deal...

It's just a cultivation formation with six formation patterns.

"This formation is simple, let me help you fix it." Mo Hua said.

The old man was stunned, "You...you know how to form?"

The child next to him also looked at the ink painting eagerly.

Mo Hua nodded and said modestly: "I know a little bit."

"This formation is very difficult..."

"I just learned it."

The old man believed Mo Hua a little when he saw that although he was young, he was calm and confident, but he was a little confused:

"In case something breaks..."

"Isn't this already broken?"

The old man was stunned, and he thought it was right. It was broken anyway, and there was no other way out. But the formation was related to his livelihood, so he still couldn't let go.

After hesitating and struggling for a few times, the old man seemed to have broken the jar and said dejectedly:

"Little brother, just draw..."

He really had no other choice.

Mo Hua took out the array pen and dipped it in ink.

The old man looked slightly surprised. This little monk seemed to have some talent...

He couldn't help but look forward to it.

Then he saw Mo Hua walking to the edge of the field, holding a pen in his little hand, casually tracing a few times, then he raised his head and said to him in a clear voice:

"alright."

The old man hadn't come back to his senses yet and hadn't seen what Mo Hua had drawn. He looked in disbelief and said:

"Is this...is this good?"

After taking a look and making a few strokes, it's fixed?

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "It's very simple."

The old man walked to the edge of the field and looked at the formation. He saw that there was indeed a light yellow light on the formation, and he was still in a dream for a while.

The water vapor in the fields is also gradually accumulating.

The spiritual rice is no longer withered, and its color is a little greener.

The old man couldn't help but laugh. He smiled as if he thought that with the harvest, he and his grandson would not starve to death. He squatted on the edge of the field again and wiped away tears.

The ink painting is inexplicably sad.

There are some monks in this world who live such a humble life.

Just being able to survive makes me cry with joy...

"Thank you little brother..."

The old man said solemnly, feeling grateful in his heart, but he had been dealing with the fields all his life and could not say anything nice, so he could only say "thank you".

Mo Hua asked:

"Your formation is broken, haven't you asked anyone to fix it?"

The old man said helplessly: "Please, ten spiritual stones can be repaired once. Once they are repaired, they will break. If they break, they will be repaired again..."

"In order to cultivate this formation, I put in all the remaining spiritual stones at home, and I still owe the Sun family dozens of spiritual stones... If I continue to cultivate this formation, even if all this year's harvest is paid to the Sun family, I will still have to pay for it. The debt is paid off.”

"Sun family?"

The old man pointed to Qianjia Town, "It's the Sun family, the richest family in the town."

"This formation is passed down from their ancestors. The Sun family said that only they can draw it and only they can practice it. So we can only give them as many spiritual stones as they want."

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Have you not asked other formation masters to practice it?"

The old man grimaced, "There are no other formation masters in Qianjia Town..."

"The formation masters who occasionally pass by will not help us at all for the sake of the Sun family."

"The Sun family is a local snake, they don't dare to offend..."

Mo Hua's mood is a bit complicated.

He looked at Lingtian's formation again and found that there were indeed traces of repairs before, but the ink used was extremely cheap, the cost was minimal, and the technique was extremely rough, and the level of the formation was extremely superficial.

It was probably made by an apprentice or an incompetent formation master.

Or perhaps, the Sun family cultivated in a perfunctory way on purpose.

If the cultivation is too good, it will not be easy to break, and it will not be easy for them to rely on formations to exploit spiritual stones.

If you practice it once, you will get ten spiritual stones...

If things go on like this, it is simply not something that ordinary casual cultivators can afford.

Mo Hua asked again: "What if I can't repay the debt I owe to the Sun family?"

The old man sighed: "Then sell your children to them, and the men will be servants and the women will be maids."

"Once you enter the Sun family and become a slave, your name will be changed, and your parents will no longer recognize you. You can only work for them as cattle and horses..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

He finally knew how the Sun family had so many servants and maids serving them...

As the old man talked, he came back to his senses and said apologetically:

"For such a long time, I have listened to my old man complaining..."

Then he thought of something and looked ashamed again, "This spiritual stone to repair the formation, I..."

He wanted to give it, but his family was so poor that he couldn't afford any spiritual stones.

Mo Hua waved his hand and said: "It's a simple task, no need."

The old man felt really sorry and said:

"Little sir, if you don't mind, come to my house and have a casual meal."

The old man looked very guilty.

Mo Hua thought for a while and then agreed. It happened that he also had something to ask.

The two chatted a few more words along the way.

Mo Hua learned that the old man's surname was Ding, a family of four who lived in Dongshan Village near Qiandeng Town and had been farmers for generations.

You can cultivate spiritual fields, but the income is meager and you cannot feed your family.

The son and daughter-in-law went out to make a living and came back every year or two.

Leaving his grandson at home with him, he could still make a living with a few acres of thin farmland.

Old man Ding invited Mo Hua home.

After looking at the ink painting, it was no surprise that the family was indeed very shabby with only four walls.

Old man Ding said in embarrassment: "This... family is really..."

Mo Hua shook his head and didn't mind.

He was born as a practicing monk and knew what it was like to be poor.

Old man Ding went to make a fire to cook.

After a while, a bowl of porridge, a plate of pickles, and a native chicken were placed on the table.

This native chicken was killed freshly.

When Mo Hua came in, he saw it calling to him in the yard.

Although this kind of chicken is raised by monks and is a spiritual beast, it has almost no spiritual energy and is not worth many spiritual stones, so some casual cultivators will raise a few and just feed them some fodder.

But this is also the only chicken in Old Man Ding’s house.

Pickles are bitter and salty.

There was half a bowl of rice in the porridge, but it was only in the bowl drawn by Mo.

In the bowls of Old Man Ding and his grandson, there was only clear porridge and little water, not even a grain of rice.

People who farm have no rice to eat.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment.

"It is very hard for casual cultivators in Tongxian City, but most casual cultivators in this world may be even more miserable than in Tongxian City."

Elder Yu had said this to him, but this was the first time Mo Hua realized it deeply.

He thought again of the food that the Sun family had eaten in the morning, the table full, and the rice and meat that were thrown away before they were finished...

Mo Hua sighed.

If you don’t farm or work, you will have fine clothes and fine food, but you will not be able to get enough to eat.

Thank you to the book friends who passed by and tipped us!

This is my second alliance leader, thank you~

I wrote it down in a small notebook and will add more later~

But my writing is really slow at the moment, and I need to stabilize my mentality and elaborate on the details, so I won’t have to do much more, sorry.