MTL - As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills-Chapter 132 Busy Ling Zhi Church

  Chapter 132 Busy Ling Zhi Church

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

   "This Xiaoqian Mountain is the same all seasons..."

  Jiang Ming raised his head and looked at the sky. The outside world should be cold and windy and everything withered, but under the cover of Xiaoqianshan formation, the aura here is dense and the climate is suitable, the trees are lush, and there is no sense of cold at all.

   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, walked out of the yard with a small wine gourd, and walked towards his own spiritual field while drinking the small wine leisurely.

   It has been nine months since he planted 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. Every season when three acres of spiritual fields are harvested, he can earn more than three spiritual stones.

   "Twelve or thirteen yuan a year, plus the salary of Lingzhi Church and the extra money earned, maybe there are fifty spirit stones in the bag..."

  Jiang Ming calculated in his heart, thinking that this Lingzhitang is not bad, if he can live in such a peaceful place, save money to buy some magic tools, and then find a chance to learn alchemy 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 spiritual rice...

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

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

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

   "But for me, the life in Xiaoqianshan is quite comfortable..."

   Hiring these mortals to work is just a little bit of silver. Compared with the value of Lingshi, it is almost the same as Tukela, which saves Jiang Ming a lot of effort.

   But these ordinary labors can be like this, those high-level jobs such as alchemy are not something ordinary people can mix...

  Jiang Ming inspected a circle, told the leader to work hard and not be lazy, and then prepared to leave.

   "Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang..."

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

   "Old Millet..."

  Jiang Ming glanced at the person who came, he was a third-level Qi training old man with half-white hair, and he was farming on Xiaoqing Peak like him.

  This is the most common group of people in Xiaoqianshan. They are old and low-cultivated. They don’t know anything 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 Guzi is an immortal cultivator, he farms here during the day, but he is reluctant to rent the cave at night. Instead, he leaves Xiaoqian Mountain and lives in a small town with little aura outside, hoping to cultivate his soul by farming. Shi, buy a real cave for his son in Xiaoqian Mountain, so that his son can go further on the road of cultivating immortals...

   "If you can buy a house by farming, how can the masters of Xiaoqianshan buy high-end medicines and exquisite magic weapons..."

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

  However, he doesn't need to remind Lao Guzi to understand such things, but he may still have a little fantasy in his heart, maybe he wants to make a sudden fortune someday, or maybe the old man will show kindness and reduce the price of the cave...

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

   "Thank you, Brother Jiang!" Lao Guzi took the wine gourd with bright eyes, carefully poured a little into his mouth, and then respectfully returned it to Jiang Ming, handing over a note with runes printed 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. !"

  An immortal cultivator who masters the profound mist and rain technique is definitely a favorite in this spiritual field. Just after Jiang Ming's information was disclosed by Ling Zhitang, it was known by many people, and they rushed to beg him for rain.

  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 farmed the fields.

  The old man named Lao Guzi said humbly: "Brother Jiang, you must help me... The last harvest of this year is all dependent on you."

  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 have to practice, and I have to do things for the hall, 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 work, the more you earn, the more you will be jealous...

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

  Old Guzi nodded and bowed quickly, the number of people in 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, and it is well known that it is busy.

While talking, Lao Guzi also hurriedly offered a few broken spirit stones the size of soybeans. For casual cultivators at the bottom level, they can only earn three or five spirit stones by 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 Lingshi, then nodded, and walked to Lao Guzi's field.

  To be honest, he has a little sympathy for Lao Guzi...but sympathy belongs to sympathy, and you still have to follow the rules. If you don't follow the rules here, you will not only be despised by people like Lao Guzi, but also easy to get into trouble from your peers.

  Lao Guzi's spiritual field has a total of eight acres. Jiang Ming showed his cultivation at the fourth level of Qi training, and after working for a long time, he applied the misty rain technique to all the spiritual rice.

   "It's finally over, the aura is almost exhausted...I'm exhausted!"

Jiang Ming was panting heavily with a pale face, but he secretly estimated in his heart that it took almost half of his spiritual power to rain on Lao Guzi for the first time. Although he hadn't made a breakthrough in the past half a year, his spiritual power became more and more concentrated. Now pouring water on Lao Guzi, even 30% of his spiritual power will be useless...

   It is getting closer and closer to his breakthrough in the late stage of Qi training. Maybe he will be able to break through before he harvests the next batch of spiritual rice...

  Lao Guzi quickly handed over tea and a bowl of simmered pig's trotter rice. 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 himself.

  He sat casually on the ridge of the field, ate it all under Lao Guzi's nervous 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 shining faintly on the mountain, the value of each medicinal material is more than one Lingshi, 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 who practiced Qi at the fourth level greeted Jiang Ming.

On the surface, the two are both on the fourth level of Qi training, but Jiang Ming, who has mastered the advanced mist and rain technique, has to go up two small steps in Ling Zhitang's status. Except for the late stage of Qi training, it is almost the highest status. a 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 you are idle, you will easily breed demons and become slack... We only work for that stick of incense every day, and he still wants to grab... Yes It’s not that you want 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. Pieces 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?" ... lest the cooked rice taste bad and ruin the reputation of our Lingzhi Peak!"

  Jiang Ming nodded, and said seriously: "This is a serious matter!"

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

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

   "Yes... the task is very heavy!" Duan Ping slapped his thigh and said solemnly.

   Immediately, the two looked at each other, both smiling.

  …

   Yuqiong Tower!

  In the top five restaurants in Xiaoqianshan, two people can consume five or six spirit stones for a casual meal, which is equivalent to the land that Lao Guzi has planted for a year.

  More than a dozen figures filed in through the back door, 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... Let's punish yourself three cups today!"

  A chubby immortal cultivator patted the table. It was Feng He who had invited Jiang Ming to join 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. Except for Jiang Ming, Zhong Gui and a few people who mastered the advanced Misty Rain Technique, there were actually not many real members of Lingzhi Hall.

   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 casual repairers...

Duan Ping’s job of taking turns guarding the gate of the mountain is already the most arduous... Sending an official member to guard the gate can also show that he is serious about his work, and in case any high-level officials from Xiaoqianshan come to inspect, they can also welcome them in advance. one time…

  In the first seat, a thin, ordinary-looking young man raised his 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 in the middle stage of foundation establishment, Huang Chu, the master of Lingzhi Hall, is probably over two hundred years old...

   "Well, 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 show any airs in the foundation building period at all, and said with a smile:

   "Work hard. Being in Lingzhi Church is 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 **** busy!"

While eating and drinking, Jiang Ming felt extremely emotional in his heart. He didn't know until he came in that the rumors about Lingzhi Church from the outside world were extremely busy every day, sorting out Lingtian materials, various miscellaneous matters, and Huang Chu angrily smashing a mountain... It's all fake!

All the rumors are caused by Hall Master Huang... Oh no, it's all rumored by the brothers of Lingzhi Hall... Even the elders in the upper echelons of Xiaoqianshan seem to believe it, and they always dial He spent a lot of money and sent people to ask about his health, for fear that Huang Chu would quit.

  Actually, for those tasks, Huang Chu had already hired a master of formations to deal with them automatically... Sending someone every day to replenish the spirit stones into the formations is enough.

  Of course, it’s not a lie to be busy...especially at night...

Jiang Ming has been here for more than half a year, and has appraised Xiaoqianshan's large and small restaurants for no less than ten rounds... He suddenly realized that this Lingzhitang didn't seem to be that poor, and the work of farming and selling rice seemed to be lucrative Available for...

  On 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... I will return the Lingmi that someone ordered, and I will 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 in a pot, and thirty yuan...

  In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Mingcai returned to the cave with a refreshed mind. He is called Xiuxian!

  …

   A few days later, Duan Ping came to visit suddenly and sent Jiang Ming a storage ring.

   "This is..." Jiang Ming was startled. Although the storage ring is not a serious magic weapon, the lowest level is worth more than 20 spirit stones.

   "Hey, the dividends of 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 there may be fewer people than Zhong Gui and the others..."

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

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

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

  buzz~

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

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

   "Fellow Daoist Qin, what's the matter?" Jiang Ming frowned.

   This was not long after he lived here, a neighbor who moved to his neighborhood seemed to be a poor man who rented a lowest-level cave.

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

  When the gray-haired man saw Jiang Ming walking out, he hurried forward and said in a deep voice, "There is a chance, I wonder if Fellow Daoist Jiang is interested..."

  Hearing the word chance, Jiang Ming's body tensed up instantly, isn'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 was 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. After a while, he cursed in a low voice, turned around and left with a cold snort...

  (end of this chapter)