Immortal, I Only Practice Forbidden Techniques

Chapter 132 Busy Lingzhi Church

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the year is over.

"This Xiaoqian Mountain has the same four seasons..."

Jiang Ming raised his head and looked at the sky. Now the outside world should be cold and windy and everything is withered, but under the cover of the formation of Xiaoqian Mountain, the Spiritual Qi of this place is suitable for climate, and the trees are luxuriant, without any sense of coldness.

Naturally, this is not for the sake of the beautiful scenery, but to create the best growing conditions for the spiritual fields all over the mountains...

"It should be almost harvested today!"

Jiang Ming calculated the time, and walked out of the courtyard with a small wine Calabash. While drinking the small wine leisurely, he walked towards the own spiritual field.

Nine months have passed since he planted the spiritual rice for the first time, and it is time for the third harvest.

With the steady increase in the level of farming, Jiang Ming's output per mu of land is already three buckets more than others, and he can earn more than three Spirit Stones every season when he harvests three mu of spiritual fields.

"It's twelve or thirteen yuan a year, plus Lingzhi Church's salary and extra money earned, maybe fifty spirit stones really come into the pocket..."

Jiang Ming calculated in his heart, thinking that this Lingzhitang is not bad, if he can live in such a safe and peaceful way, save money to buy some magic items, and then find a chance to learn pill refining or something, it would be the best ...

Ling Tianzhong.

More than a dozen mortals are pouting their buttocks, harvesting rice hard with a sickle, and then they will go to the open space in front of Jiang Ming's courtyard to use a roller to get out the Lingmi...

Seeing Jiang Ming coming, these mortals all greeted him in fear and awe, and worked harder one by one.

For these mortals, being able to find a job working for immortal cultivators is almost like a windfall...

Of course, risks and benefits coexist. Although fighting is prohibited during the day, if you encounter a bad-tempered cultivator, there are some ways to kill these mortals...

"However, for me, Xiaoqianshan's life is quite comfortable..."

Hiring these mortals to work only cost a few taels of silver. Compared with the value of the Spirit Stones, it was almost the same as the soil, which saved Jiang Ming a lot of effort.

But that’s what ordinary labor can do, those high-level jobs such as pill refining are beyond the reach of ordinary people...

Jiang Ming inspected around, told the leader not to be lazy, and prepared to leave.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang..."

Suddenly, a figure ran over from the nearby field ridge and shouted enthusiastically.

"Old Millet..."

Jiang Ming glanced at the person who came, he was a Qi Refining three-story old man with half-white hair, who was farming on Xiaoqing Peak like him.

This is the most common group of people in Xiaoqianshan. They are old, have low Cultivation Base, and know nothing else, but because they or their family members can't lie down, they can only make a living by farming spiritual fields...

Although this old millet is an immortal cultivator, he farms here during the day, but he is reluctant to rent the Immortal Cave at night. Instead, he leaves Xiaoqian Mountain and lives in a small town with thin spiritual energy outside, hoping to rely on farming. Save up Spirit Stones, buy a real Immortal Cave for his son in Xiaoqianshan, let his son go further on the road of cultivating immortality...

"If you can afford a house by farming, how can the gentlemen of Xiaoqianshan buy high-end Medicine Pills and exquisite Magical Items..."

Jiang Ming sighed inwardly, this old millet has been planting spiritual rice here for fifty years...maybe he will keep planting it for the rest of his life.

But these things, he doesn't need to remind Lao Guzi to understand, but he may still have a little fantasy in his heart, maybe he wants to make a sudden fortune someday, or maybe someday the masters will show kindness and reduce the price of Immortal Cave...

Jiang Ming shook his head, put these thoughts behind him, threw the Calabash to Lao Guzi, and said with a smile, "Are you in line?"

"Thank you, Brother Jiang!" Lao Guzi took the Calabash with bright eyes, carefully poured a little into his mouth, and then respectfully returned it to Jiang Ming, handing a note with rune on it:

"Here, this is the receipt I just bought...Brother Jiang, your number is really difficult to arrange. You have five shifts in a month. Since I arranged the number until now, Lingmi has received two stubbles." Already!"

An immortal cultivator who has mastered the advanced Misty Rain technique is definitely a favorite in this spiritual field. Just after Jiang Ming's information was disclosed by Lingzhitang, many people knew about it and begged him for rain.

Moreover, although Jiang Ming had little attendance, he did his best when he worked, and he had accumulated a good reputation in the circle of cultivators who were farming.

The old man named Lao Guzi said humbly: "Brother Jiang, you must help me... I can count on you for the harvest of the last season of this year."

Jiang Ming took the receipt, glanced at it to confirm the authenticity, and then sighed: "Forgive me, old brother, my cultivation base is low, I still need to practice, and I have to do things for the church, and I can't be on duty every day..."

In fact, Jiang Ming is just used to sleeping in and doesn't want to work.

The more you do, the more you earn, the more you will be jealous...

"Of course...the adults in Lingzhi Church are all busy, I understand it!"

Lao Guzi hurriedly nodded and bowed his head. The number of people in the Lingzhi Church is small, but it is in charge of tens of thousands of acres of spiritual rice fields and elixir fields in Xiaoqian Mountain. It is well known that it is busy.

While talking, Lao Guzi also hurriedly offered a few crushed Spirit Stones the size of soybeans. For the bottom-level Rogue Cultivators, they can only earn three or five Spirit Stones after planting the land for a year. The complete Spirit Stones are almost always carefully hidden. At home, it is rarely taken out.

Jiang Ming took the Spirit Stones, then nodded, and walked towards Lao Guzi's field.

To be honest, he has a little sympathy for Lao Guzi... But sympathy is sympathy, and you still have to behave according to the rules. If you don't follow the rules here, it will not only make people like Lao Guzi look down on you, but also easily get into trouble from your peers.

Lao Guzi's spiritual field has a total of eight acres. Jiang Ming revealed Qi Refining's four-layer Cultivation Base. After working for a long time, he applied Misty Rain to all the spiritual crops.

"It's finally over, Spiritual Qi is almost exhausted...I'm exhausted!"

Jiang Ming's face was pale and panting heavily, but he secretly estimated in his heart that it took almost half of the Spirit Power to rain the old millet for the first time. Although there was no breakthrough in the past half a year, the Spirit Power became more and more condensed. Watering Lao Guzi now, even 30% of Spirit Power won't be needed...

It is getting closer and closer to his breakthrough Qi Refining late stage, maybe before he owns the next harvest of Lingmi, he will be able to breakthrough...

Lao Guzi quickly handed over tea and a bowl of stewed pig's trotters. It was ordinary white rice mixed with a little Ling rice, but it was so fragrant that it made people's index fingers twitch.

"I have a heart..."

Jiang Ming gave a thumbs up, I am afraid that Lao Guzi would not be willing to eat this stuff.

He sat casually on the ridge of the field, ate a clean meal under Lao Guzi's uneasy gaze, and then patted Lao Guzi on the shoulder and left.

Lao Guzi looked at the bottom of the empty bowl, but grinned happily. Seeing that the sky was getting late, he quickly turned around and walked down the mountain, humming a little song along the way, estimating the harvest of this season...

...

Lingzhi Peak.

The base camp of Lingzhitang, the most precious medicinal materials in Xiaoqian Mountain are basically planted here. In the medicinal fields on the mountain, the value of each medicinal material is more than one Spirit Stones, which is equivalent to One mu of spiritual rice.

"Brother Jiang, here we come!"

At the intersection at the bottom of the mountain, a middle-aged man on the fourth floor of Qi Refining greeted Jiang Ming.

On the surface, the two are both on the fourth floor of Qi Refining, but Jiang Ming, who has mastered the advanced mist and rain technique, has to go up two small steps in the status of Lingzhi Church. Except for the Qi Refining late stage, it is almost The highest wave of people.

"Duan Ping, you are on duty today!"

Jiang Ming warmly greeted him and was about to continue walking up the mountain when the middle-aged man named Duan Ping suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said:

"By the way, Senior Brother Zhong Gui came this morning and said that his hands were itchy, so he applied all the six or seven medicine fields that should be rained today..."

"what?"

Jiang Ming was taken aback for a moment, then pretended to be furious:

"Then what did he ask us to do? As the old saying goes, a cultivator should not be too idle. If he is idle, he will easily breed Hearts Demon and become slack... We only work for that stick of incense every day, and he still wants to grab... ...Are you trying to break my Dao heart!"

Although there are many medicine fields in Lingzhi Peak, it is not necessary to rain every day to cultivate elixir. Jiang Ming only found out after he came. Films are also possible...

"Brother Jiang calm down, calm down!"

Duan Ping said with a grin: "Brother Zhonggui said, everyone is busy tonight, and the Yuqiong Building is celebrating the third anniversary of its opening, so we have to go and taste it, have we made our Lingmi the taste it should be?" ...so as not to make unpalatable rice and ruin the reputation of our Lingzhi Peak!"

Jiang Ming nodded, and said seriously: "This is the business!"

"Also, Miss Ziwan from Miaoyin Pavilion made an improved version of sweet-scented osmanthus wine with Lingmi. We also need to give a grade..."

Jiang Ming nodded again and again: "Then I'm busy tonight!"

"That's right...the task is very heavy!" Duan Ping slapped his thigh and said solemnly.

Immediately, the two looked at each other and both smiled.

...

Yuqiong Tower!

In the top five restaurants in Xiaoqianshan, a casual meal for two people costs five or six yuan in Spirit Stones, which is worth a year's worth of old millet.

A dozen or so figures entered through the back door one after another, and entered a side hall in the corner of the second floor. After a while, they exchanged glasses and chatted happily.

"Zhong Gui, I won't punish you for robbing other people's jobs...today, punish yourself three cups!"

A chubby immortal cultivator patted the table. It was Feng He who had invited Jiang Ming to join Lingzhi Peak. As a master of the eighth floor of Qi Refining, he was also one of the powerful figures in Lingzhi Peak.

"Hmph, who do you look down on with three cups, watch me blow three jugs in a row for you..." A tall and strong man laughed, grabbed the jug and poured it down.

Everyone was in a commotion, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious. Apart from Jiang Ming, Zhong Gui and a few people who had mastered advanced mist and rain techniques, there were actually not many real members of Lingzhi Church.

Except for the medicine fields in the base camp that need to be taken care of occasionally, those spiritual rice fields and other chores are basically taken care of by Rogue Cultivators...

Duan Ping's job of taking turns guarding the gate of the mountain is already the heaviest... Sending an official member to guard the gate can also show that he is serious about his work, and in case a high-level executive from Xiaoqianshan comes to inspect, he can also advance welcome...

In the first seat, a thin, ordinary-looking young man raised a glass to Jiang Ming with a smile:

"Xiaojiang...is he still used to being here for half a year?"

"Except for being a bit 'busy' unexpectedly...it's quite adaptable!"

Jiang Ming hurriedly got up and replied, this man looks ordinary, but he is a major repair of the Foundation Establishment middle stage, Huang Chu, the master of Lingzhi Hall, is probably over 200 years old...

"Okay, the essence of our Lingzhi Church lies in the word 'busy'. If you can understand this, you have already entered the door..."

Huang Chu didn't have the airs of the Foundation Establishment period at all, and said with a smile:

"Work hard. In our Lingzhi Church, it's like being at home. You can do whatever you want, and there are not so many intrigues... We can't hook up with a group of farmers."

Then it's a new round of pushing cups and changing cups, tasting delicious food...

"This Lingzhi Church...is really fucking busy!"

While eating and drinking, Jiang Ming felt extremely emotional in his heart. He didn’t know until he came in. The rumors about Lingzhi Church from the outside world were extremely busy every day. ...It's all fake!

All the rumors are caused by Hall Master Huang... Oh no, they are all rumors released by the brothers of Lingzhi Hall... Even the Elders in the upper echelon of Xiaoqianshan seem to believe it. It is to allocate a lot of funds and send people to ask about the health, for fear that Huang Chu will quit the job.

As a matter of fact, Huang Chu had hired formation masters for those tasks, and had done automatic processing... It was enough to send someone every day to add Spirit Stones to the formation.

Of course, being busy actually is not fake...especially at night...

Jiang Ming has been here for more than half a year, and he has appraised the restaurants in Xiaoqianshan for no less than ten rounds... He suddenly found out that this Lingzhitang doesn't seem to be that poor, and the work of farming and selling rice seems to be very promising. Oil and water can be fished...

At the wine table, Feng He was already shouting:

"Let's go, time is tight tonight, the task is heavy, and I have to go to Miaoyin Pavilion... Whoever ordered the Lingmi will be returned to me, and I can be full without eating staple food!"

Feng He slapped the table, led the crowd to turn around, and went to Miaoyin Pavilion to taste sweet-scented osmanthus wine. There were three Spirit Stones for a pot, and thirty yuan...

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Ming returned to Immortal Cave refreshed. He is called cultivating immortals!

...

A few days later, Duan Ping paid a sudden visit and gave Jiang Ming a storage ring.

"This is..." Jiang Ming was surprised. Although the storage ring is not a serious Magical Item, the lowest level is worth more than 20 Spirit Stones.

"Hehe, the dividends from our Lingzhi Church... You brothers who have mastered the advanced mist and rain technique have worked hard all year round, and they are more than us. It's just that you have only been here for half a year, so you may be less than Zhonggui and the others... ..."

Duan Ping winked and said, then quickly turned and left to send it to others.

"One year's hard work..." Jiang Ming looked at the storage ring in his hand with a strange expression.

Staying here in Lingzhi Church...it seems really nice.

buzz~

Before Jiang Ming had time to check the storage ring, there was another noise outside the door.

He opened the door and saw a burly gray-haired man standing outside the door, frowning and walking back and forth.

"Qin fellow daoist, what's the matter?" Jiang Ming frowned.

This was not long after he lived here, a neighbor who moved to his neighborhood, who also seemed to be a poor man, rented a low-end Immortal Cave.

The two met several times, but their friendship was not deep, and they never took the initiative to visit each other.

Seeing Jiang Ming walk out, the gray-haired man hurriedly stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "There is a chance, I wonder if Jiang fellow daoist is interested..."

Hearing the word chance, Jiang Ming's body tensed instantly, didn't it... I have only been stable for a few years.

"Where is the opportunity?" Jiang Ming tentatively asked.

"It's in the middle of the fire area..." the gray-haired man said hastily.

"Oh, don't go!" Jiang Ming felt relieved when he heard that it wasn't the turmoil in Xiaoqianshan, turned his head with a bang and closed the door.

The gray-haired man was dumbfounded, and after a while, he cursed in a low voice, turned around and left with a cold snort...

(end of this chapter)