Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Is the defense array included?"

This is what Chen Mo cares about most.

"Of course!"

Chen Mo looked at the other party, his expression seemed to be hesitant, but he cursed the other party in his heart!

Sixty taels is not too much, not too little, just the amount left after selling grain two days ago. It is obvious that the other party wants to squeeze him dry.

Rebuilding a wooden house or building a chicken shed, these things can be done by craftsmen in the secular world, and it probably won't cost much money in total.

But now?

In other words, a joint defense array actually requires sixty taels of spiritual sand, which is simply too expensive!

Cut it in half!

"This... Shopkeeper Wei, the 60 taels of spiritual sand left over from the previous two days bought 12 Bigu Pills, plus I have to practice, do you think you can give me a discount?"

He can't be a sucker at this time.

At this time, the other party was obviously a little unhappy: "Discount? Tell me, how much spiritual sand is there?"

Chen Mo took the sachet from his arms, which contained 30 taels of spiritual sand: "That's all."

"40 taels, no less!"

"Then forget it." Chen Mo spread his hands with a helpless expression.

After the two of them tugged, Wei Wuwei finally compromised and took over the wooden house renovation plan for 30 taels of spiritual sand.

It's just like falling in love. Whoever needs this spiritual sand more is more likely to compromise.

Chen Mo doesn't care, at most he can raise a few fewer chickens!

The two sides discussed it and finally decided to rebuild on the original site of Chen Mo's wooden house.

Now, two choices are in front of him, either live in the market or live in other wooden houses!

In theory, Wei Wuwei would think that the other party would choose the former, but he didn't expect that the other party chose to live in other wooden houses.

The wooden house is very close to the original address, almost across the field.

After opening the permissions, Chen Mo finally opened the door that he often knocked on a few years ago!

That's right!

This house was originally Wang Lixia's residence.

This old monk was the first spiritual plant husband who lent him a hand after he came here!

In the end, he died in the immortal cave in order to choose to continue his life.

Entering the house, just like his room, the house was bare.

However, compared with Chen Mo's casual and simple, the other party's house has more life.

On the wooden bed facing the door, the original red mattress has turned white, and the kettle on the table has also rusted.

Along the corner, there are three flower pots, and the plants in the flower pots have completely withered.

As early as three years ago, Chen Mo secretly promised the other party to build a tomb for her, but after the other party's spiritual field belonged to Xiao Changhua, this idea could only be shelved.

Now, he finally entered this room.

He plans to fulfill his original wish!

Although Wang Lixia is old, she lives in an orderly manner and is a person who loves life.

Chen Mo put several green Taoist robes hanging on the wall on the bed, and took out her other clothes from the wooden frame at the head of the bed, and then wrapped them up with bedding.

Just as he was about to put the package into the storage ring, suddenly an exquisite jade box about half a foot square fell out!

"What is this?"

Chen Mo was a little surprised.

But he couldn't suppress his curiosity and put the jade box on the table.

After thinking for a moment, he chose to open it.

Suddenly, a crystal light flashed inside!

Jewelry!

Bracelets, necklaces, pendants, etc.

Chen Mo recognized these as jewelry from the secular world at a glance.

Seeing these, he couldn't help but smile.

No matter how old a person is, who hasn't been young?

The moment he closed the lid, he vaguely saw that there was still paper at the bottom of the jade box, and he heard a "pop" sound, and it opened again!

Reaching out to take it, he found an ancient book under a box of jewelry!

With a rustling sound, Chen Mo took it out.

The ancient book was only half a finger thick, the cover had completely turned yellow, and there was a musty smell.

Opening the cover, the three words [Wang Lixia] were written in a beautiful font on the title page.

Chen Mo flipped through it casually, and it was not the secret book of skills and spells he expected. It was all about Wang Lixia's experience in farming and practicing over the years.

After a quick glance, there was not much useful information in it.

However, there was an article that attracted her attention!

[Insect plague, insect plague]

[The insect plague is actually a conspiracy, it is Ziyun Peak, oh! No, it is a conspiracy of Qingyang Sect to control Lingzhifu. ]

[According to observation, the so-called great disaster every ten years swept the entire Qingyang Sect. According to the time inference...]

Chen Mo frowned more and more as he read.

Wang Lixia speculated that the so-called insect plague was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster!

She has observed for many years. Although "ten" is an overview, it is not without traces.

These drunken aphids will sweep the entire first-level spiritual field of Qingyang Sect within "ten" years, and ten years will be a cycle, repeating over and over again.

Of course, Wang Lixia would never tell anyone about such speculation.

She knew very well that once it was spread, she would inevitably suffer a fatal disaster!

So, she could only write it in the farming experience.

After reading it, Chen Mo sighed!

Perhaps this is the most helpless thing for her!

She knew that the insect disaster was a man-made disaster and understood that this was a conspiracy of Qingyang Sect to control the spiritual plant husband, but for the sake of livelihood, she could only work in the wilderness year after year.

"Conspiracy, conspiracy."

Chen Mo smiled self-deprecatingly.

Even if he knew it was a conspiracy, what could he do?

In addition to trying his best to protect himself from the insect plague, could he go to those great foundation-building masters and fight to the death?

He sighed, and like Wang Lixia at the beginning, he buried this secret in his heart.

Then he put the jade box and the cloth bag together, ready to bury them together in the tomb.

Chen Mo walked out of the door and came to the woods on the way to the market. This place was primitive and the land had not been cultivated, but it might be because of the lack of spiritual veins.

He found a secluded place, dug a huge pit, buried all the things Wang Lixia used during her lifetime, and then cut a wooden sign, used cinnabar as ink, and wrote: Tomb of my good friend Wang Lixia.

No signature.

Chen Mo knew that dust would eventually return to dust and earth would return to earth.

Unless you live forever, death and disappearance are the final destination of everyone.

After fulfilling his wish, Chen Mo suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He returned to the house and took the four spiritual chickens from the field before dark.

He only took a cushion and began to meditate.

Realm and immortality are the lifelong pursuits of practitioners!

...

The next day, Chen Mo's cabin was demolished.

A group of craftsmen who came from nowhere were busy with felling and laying bricks.

Even though it was winter now, they still persisted in the cold.

They moved very quickly. In less than a month, a brick-and-wood structure house that was three or four times larger than the previous one rose from the ground!