"Boyao?"
The little flower fairy, who was about to leave, stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.
"This is the name the young master chose for me. What do you think? Isn't it nice?"
Little Yellow Chrysanthemum Bo Yao proudly raised her chin. Previously, the herb spirits had gathered in the courtyard. Although they all had their own names, they were basically named after their original forms.
When the Medicine King became a deity, with just a summons, most of the herb spirits that the young master had raised in the courtyard all went to follow him.
Only a handful of elves remained, and she, Little Yellow Chrysanthemum, now known as Bo Yao, was one of them.
For this reason, the young master, on a whim, gave each of the spirits a name, instead of referring to them by their original forms.
"It sounds great!"
The little elf who came to deliver the message nodded instinctively, a look of envy on its face.
"You don't get to have such a nice name. Get lost! Only we little flower fairies who are loyal to the young master can have such a nice name."
Bo Yao was very impatient and didn't speak kindly to his playful companions.
"Don't listen to her nonsense. It's just that there are too many of you. If I were to name you all, I'm afraid I wouldn't have enough knowledge. Now that there are only these few little ones left, it's convenient. There's no need to worry about it."
Feng Bingwen smiled and stopped the flower spirit Bo Yao, who was speaking up for him. All the plant spirits in his courtyard left, but he did not feel disappointed.
Compared to this courtyard, the Medicine King, who has already received offerings from millions of people, is clearly a better place. He was originally an old medicinal herb from the mountains who was deified.
"Young master, I must take my leave now!"
Although it was a choice made on instinct, the little flower fairy who came to deliver the message felt, for some reason, empty inside, as if she had missed something.
Go!
"Young master, you are too lenient with these traitors!"
Even with Feng Bingwen's reassurance, Xiao Huangju Boyao remained somewhat unyielding.
"What traitors are you talking about? It was all their own choice. How can the days I took care of you compare to the days your 'Medicine King Grandpa' took care of them?"
Feng Bingwen did not feel betrayed by the departure of the Hundred Herbs Spirits. He had never considered them his possessions. Therefore, he did not feel sad about their departure.
However, Feng Bingwen was naturally moved by the elves who expressed their stance and wanted to stay and follow him, and even gave them names.
Little Yellow Chrysanthemum, Bo Yao.
White peony, Suya
Little Green Head, Longevity
These were the only three spirits in the Hundred Herbs Garden who were willing to stay and follow him. It was for this reason that Feng Bingwen scratched his hair for a while and gave these three little ones names.
Feng Bingwen didn't do anything for them, but he assured them that following him would be better than following the Medicine King.
He's a pragmatic person and doesn't like to boast. Whether these three kids made the right choice will be proven by time.
"By the way, your Medicine King Grandpa is opening his new residence and holding a banquet. Do you want to go?"
"No, no, Grandpa Medicine King has turned bad, he's become a god, and he's trying to steal your man!"
"You little rascal, don't talk nonsense!"
Feng Bingwen was both amused and exasperated. He took out the sleeping little white peony, Su Ya, from his bosom, asked her about it, and received a clear refusal. He then asked Changshou, who also refused.
Clearly, the elves who usually played in his courtyard had developed a rift due to their respective choices. Perhaps they would reconcile in the future, but for now, they naturally had no contact with each other.
"Alright then, if you guys aren't going, I'll go alone."
Three days have passed in the blink of an eye. The county school in Qingshan County has not yet started classes. The reason for this is the impact of the Dragon King's flood. Although Qingshan County was not directly hit by the flood, the continuous heavy rain has caused considerable damage to the county. The streets are now full of filth and are being cleaned up.
For the children in Qingshan County who are beginning their education, this is a rather enjoyable time. After all, even though they have realized the importance of knowledge, the children clearly prefer to play more.
However, Feng Bingwen hasn't played with children his own age for a long time, and they can't play together anymore.
The moon was bright and the stars were few. After the torrential rain, the area around Xuanting Lake had enjoyed several days of clear weather. It seemed that all the water vapor that had been drifting in the sky had dissipated in those few days, leaving nothing behind.
Just as dusk was falling, Feng Bingwen, who had already retrieved the Dragon Pearl, rode a white cloud and ascended into the sky to accept the invitation from the Medicine King.
At midnight, following the guidance of the divine light that shot up hundreds of feet into the night sky, Feng Bingwen descended from the clouds and landed in front of a magnificent temple that was clearly newly built.
Medicine King Temple!
It is unknown what methods the imperial court used, but in any case, they built a large temple from scratch in just a few days and directly determined the location for the Medicine King to establish a blessed land.
Indeed, even deities need to report to the government when they create blessed lands. It goes without saying that the City Gods who protect a city or county typically create blessed lands above their temples.
However, for a deity like Xuanzhen Jie'e Yaowanggong, whose followers are spread across several states, there are far too many blessed lands for him to choose from. But unfortunately, with humanity holding absolute dominance, he has no choice.
Of course, the Medicine King, who was originally just an old medicinal herb in the mountains, didn't care about this. He was already very happy to become a local deity of good fortune.
"I've finally been waiting for you, kid. I thought you looked down on me."
Feng Bingwen had just landed in front of the temple when a kind-faced old deity appeared before him, leaning on a cane. He reached out and took Feng Bingwen's hand, his face full of warmth.
"You are now the Medicine King, and a righteous deity has invited me. How could I refuse?"
Feng Bingwen, who felt that he was still an uncultivated mortal, said half-jokingly.
"You brat, are you still trying to take advantage of this old man who can't count? Even Xuan Ting Shui Jun, who has already transformed into a true dragon, owes you a favor. If we're being honest, I should be the one currying favor with you!"
As he spoke, the Medicine King, who was now as tall as an ordinary person, pulled Feng Bingwen into the temple gate, where a burst of divine light shone before their eyes.
What appeared before them again was not the main hall where incense was offered to the Medicine King, but a beautiful and blessed land with clear waters and lush mountains.
Feng Bingwen, who had just stepped into the place, looked at the beautiful scenery before him and fell silent for a long time. The mountains were majestic and the water was spiritual, but there was not even a pavilion between them.
"how?"
The Medicine King looked smug, seemingly waiting for Feng Bingwen's praise and envy.
"May I ask, Your Excellency Medicine King, where is this banquet being held? Are you expecting us to sit in this desolate wilderness?"
Feng Bingwen clearly saw that at the foot of a beautiful mountain, more than a dozen radiant deities were gathered together, talking to each other. Judging from their robes, they were clearly the City Gods.
Clearly, the banquet held by the Medicine King Palace was not only for Young Master Feng, but also for some City Gods he might not even know. Given his current status, ordinary City Gods would naturally have to give him face and come over.
"Why not? It's so much more interesting. Don't you feel depressed staying in those magnificent temples all the time?"
The Medicine King didn't think he had any problems. Before creating the blessed land, he had consulted many blessed lands of the City Gods, but in the end, he created a blessed land that was most suitable for the growth and reproduction of spiritual flowers and exotic plants. He didn't even plan to build half an electric fish tank, as it would take up space.
"Of course, and it is indeed interesting."
Feng Bingwen was naturally speechless. He was pulled by the newly appointed Medicine King to exchange greetings with the City Gods who had already arrived.
As the saying goes, "He converses with learned scholars and has no dealings with uncultured people."
Although the Medicine King was only recently granted the title of deity by the emperor, his status is such that even the City God of the prefecture would have to give him face and come if an invitation was sent.
Therefore, in no time at all, a hundred City Gods gathered in this blessed land with its primitive and wild atmosphere, truly a place of divine light and magnificent splendor.
Feng Bingwen, the only stranger to enter this place, found this scene quite amusing, because these solemn and majestic gods had no proper place to sit after entering. They could only find a few stubborn rocks to sit on, or simply stand.
Of course, Feng Bingwen watched the excitement of these great gods, and these great gods also stared intently at Feng Bingwen. After all, as the only living person, it was hard not to notice him. And when they inquired about his name, they were even more surprised.
It wasn't long before Feng Bingwen was surrounded by a group of City Gods, becoming the focus of the banquet. Even the Medicine King, who provided the venue, was ignored, since he was incredibly stingy and reluctant to give even a little bit of thirst-quenching spiritual fruit.
However, the City Gods who came by invitation naturally didn't care about this. They all knew the background of this Medicine King, and they still had that much self-restraint.
"Young Master Feng, I have heard that you are the reincarnation of an ancient sage. Is this true?"
As the city gods chatted, one of them, perhaps overly curious, suddenly posed this question. As soon as the question was uttered, the eyes of the hundred city gods sitting around the stream, playing the game of "floating wine cups on a winding stream," all fell on Feng Bingwen.
"Where did this rumor come from? It's completely unfounded!"
Feng Bingwen naturally corrected him with a serious expression, earnestly refuting the rumors. He had heard many outrageous rumors about himself from these city gods: the illegitimate son of the Dragon King, a reincarnated person from a major sect... Of course, none of them could compare to this one: the reincarnation of an ancient sage. These guys really dared to think that way; it was too ridiculous.
Just as Feng Bingwen finished denying it, the blessed land of the Medicine King suddenly trembled. Accompanied by a strange neighing sound, a mythical beast with a sheep's head, deer's body, dragon scales, wolf hooves, and a five-colored coat shattered the sky...
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