Chapter 316: Using all possible means to bring disaster upon oneself

It’s the fifteenth day since Ningfang was closed.

Gu Dan, who was "seriously injured", has started to get out of bed and walk around.

Although his injuries were theoretically serious and manifested themselves as serious, he was after all a Grandmaster's physique, and injuries that were enough to kill an ordinary person were not enough to render him completely unable to move.

Just don't get physical with others.

Gu Dan, who had just got out of bed and walked out of the room, heard Qian Qiancheng's voice coming from the yard.

"You must be careful when planting spiritual rice! How you treat spiritual rice is how the harvest will treat you! You get what you sow, and there are no shortcuts!"

Qian Qiancheng's voice was quite high, and there was an air of disappointment in him, "You have been growing spiritual rice for nearly nine years. Next year, you must ensure that you meet the minimum production requirements of the Immortal House. If you cannot even guarantee this, your cultivation will be abolished and you will be completely eliminated from the Immortal House!

How many people want to cultivate immortality? The Immortal House does not need those lazy and greedy people. You have finally sought the favor of the immortal way. If you are thrown out of the Immortal House because you are unwilling to work hard, you will regret it for the rest of your life! "

Amid the constant voice of discipline, Gu Dan walked into the yard.

In front of the Lingzhen Hall courtyard, there were more than a hundred young people standing there, and Qian Qiancheng was standing at the front of the crowd, shouting loudly, gesticulating, and spitting everywhere.

Those young people should have looked the most energetic, but at this moment, they all hung their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in their chests. Not to mention holding their heads high, only a few dared to look straight ahead.

"How dangerous is the situation in the outside world now? Only Ningfang can give you a place where you can practice in peace! Think about what kind of life you led at home before? You couldn't read a single word, you worked hard in the fields, and you had no idea where to put your food. Ningfang gave you food, clothes, a place to live, and even a chance to become a superior person, so that you can practice the way of immortality!

But what about you? How did you repay Xianfang? Huh? ! "

Qian Qiancheng shouted angrily, "It's been nine years! Most of you can't even meet the minimum spiritual rice production required by the Xianfang! We're actually making Ningfang pay a lot of spiritual stones by supporting you! How dare you stand here? How dare you become a part of the Xianfang?!"

The light from the furnace in the sky that was gathered by the formation shone down. Gu Dan leaned against the door frame, bathing in that little bit of glow.

Looking at the scene in front of me quietly, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings for a moment, and indescribable emotions were surging in my heart.

Qian Qiancheng also noticed Gu Dan's arrival. His face darkened at first, then he waved his sleeves and issued the final verdict, "Get lost! Next year, if anyone still fails to reach the minimum production required by the Xianfang, there is no need for you to stay in the Xianfang!"

A depressing atmosphere lingered here. Hundreds of young people dared not even breathe, their eyes fixed on their toes, fearing that if they accidentally moved half an inch, they would attract even more ferocious and violent firepower.

A group of people filed out, but they were so quiet, like zombies, without any sign of life or energy.

After all those people had left, Qian Qiancheng's complexion slowly recovered. He came to Gu Dan's side and said, "Fellow Daoist Kong, why did you come out if you don't want to rest peacefully?"

"I'm not that fragile."

Gu Dan shrugged slightly, naturally there was no need to explain anything, but asked curiously: "What's the situation with those little guys?"

"What else could it be? He can't even grow spiritual rice properly, so he deserves to be scolded!"

Qian Qiancheng snorted, "These bastards, they knew how to work hard at the beginning, although the output did not meet the requirements, at least their spirit is commendable. But in the past two years, the harvest has been getting less and less! No matter how sneaky they are behind the scenes, the output will never lie.

If we don't teach them a lesson, they can really come to Xianfang and eat for free!"

"I see."

Gu Dan nodded without comment, "I'm just wandering around, Elder Qian should just mind his own business."

"Friend Kong Daoyou should rest more and take care of your health."

After a simple polite remark, Qian Qiancheng quickly returned to Lingzhen Hall, took out the account book and started calculating something.

Gu Dan finally walked out of the gate of Lingzhen Hall.

Outside are vast stretches of rice fields.

At a glance, this place does not look like a mountain thousands of meters high, but more like a beautiful countryside.

Around the rice fields, young monks were sitting cross-legged in meditation to recover their spiritual energy.

Gu Dan knew a little about these spiritual rices, but not in such detail.

These people grow the lowest quality spiritual rice, so the spiritual rice they produce is naturally the worst grade - spiritual rice also has grades, the worst grade matures once a year, the better grade matures once every three years, and the strongest grade takes a full five years to mature.

The spiritual wine Chijiang that Gu Dan bought was made from spiritual rice that matures once every three years.

As for the spiritual rice of the grade that matures once every five years, it is rarely cultivated. Firstly, the spiritual energy content is not much higher than that of the spiritual rice that matures once every three years. Secondly, it takes too long and requires more careful care. However, the price will not increase too much, which means that the effort and reward are not proportional.

Ningfang only allocated a small area to grow spiritual rice which takes five years to grow. It is grown by Lingzhentang itself and the harvested spiritual rice is not sold but used internally. It is an absolute luxury.

Gu Dan glanced at the cultivators who were sitting cross-legged in front of the fields like old farmers. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from these people, almost all of them were only at the first level of Qi training, and there were only one or two who were at the second level, which was quite weak.

If one really uses eight years to practice, even if one has low-grade spiritual roots, one would have to reach the second level of Qi training at least. The initial stage of Qi training is not that difficult.

However, they have to spend most of their time on farming - mainly practicing the Small Cloud and Rain Technique to nourish the growth of spiritual rice, which is equivalent to consuming their own energy and artificially increasing the total amount of spiritual energy that the spiritual rice can absorb.

But for cultivators at the first level of Qi training, it would take quite a while to recover after performing the Small Cloud and Rain Technique. And if they wanted to irrigate all the spiritual rice they planted every day, how much time would they have left for practice?

Lin Cheng said that cultivators in the mortal area can get about ten spirit stones a year, but these people are definitely not included.

If they want to achieve such a harvest, they have to wait until the middle stage of Qi training at least. By that time, they will have been growing spiritual rice for thirty or forty years! With nothing else to do, Gu Dan walked to a young cultivator who stood out from the crowd. He was a rare cultivator at the second level of Qi training.

"What is the yield from growing spiritual rice?"

Gu Dan asked.

"ah"

When the young man saw Gu Dan wearing the uniform of the Law Enforcement Hall, he replied without hesitation: "Your Excellency, in a year, we can probably harvest more than one stone."

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just asking a few questions."

Gu Dan said gently.

“Yes, yes!”

The young monk kept his head down and responded repeatedly. He was clearly a cultivator at the second level of Qi training, and he was as humble as a country boy who had met the emperor.

“.”

Seeing his reaction, Gu Dan didn't want to make things uncomfortable for both of them anymore, so he started wandering around aimlessly.

"My Lord, do you want to know about the spiritual rice and other matters?"

Before they had walked a few steps, a man sitting in the field suddenly spoke.

When Gu Dan looked over, he saw that the man had wheat-yellow skin, a strong build, and a rather honest face. His strength was only at the first level of Qi training, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Gu Dan was far from as frightened and panicked as the cultivator at the second level of Qi training.

These immortal seedlings were all selected from the mortal world. Before coming here, the youngest was only twelve years old and the oldest was only eighteen years old. It was hard to say whether they had any experience at all. Furthermore, they were beaten up by the Immortal House with a combination of "Xi Piyou" punches. I'm afraid they had already lost their minds. Without anyone to guide them, few of them dared to speak up.

No, let alone speaking their own words, most people, as soon as Gu Dan looked at them, would lower their heads as if they had done something wrong, even worse than mortal children.

It was rare for someone to dare to speak up, so Gu Dan naturally walked over and sat down next to him. "Yeah, what do you want to say?"

"My Lord, please look at these magical rices."

The little fellow who took the initiative to speak pointed to the spiritual rice in his field and said, "These spiritual rice are only planted here. If there is no one to manage them, it will be difficult to harvest three buckets. After planting, not all spiritual rice can survive. In the first two months, we must carefully inspect and supplement or transplant the seedlings to ensure that there are enough spiritual rice.

Three months after planting the spiritual rice, you must perform the Small Cloud and Rain Art to provide it with 'spiritual water'. Only in this way can the spiritual rice grains be full, the spiritual energy be abundant, and the yield be increased. This is what we really need to do."

Speaking of these, he knows them all by heart.

"So in the whole year, we can only harvest one stone?"

Gu Dan asked.

"There are very few people who cannot harvest one stone. If you want to harvest one stone, you must perform the Small Cloud and Rain Technique several times every day, so that you can barely take care of all the spiritual rice you planted.

Last year, I slept for two hours a day, and apart from that, I performed the Little Cloud and Rain Technique four times a day, but the harvest was only one stone and two buckets of rice. "

He pursed his lips and replied.

"How many spirit stones can I sell the more than three dou of spirit rice I left behind for?"

Gu Dan asked.

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Last year, Ningfang’s bottom line was one stone of spiritual rice, which means that only when one acre of spiritual rice produces one stone of spiritual rice can it be considered qualified.

Only when the minimum bottom line is reached will these people be eligible to share the profits with Ningfang in a 3:7 ratio. Otherwise, all the profits will belong to Lingfang.

It is said that Ningfang's rule is to prevent those lazy monks from taking advantage of the situation.

'Not that much left'

"Um?"

Gu Dan raised his eyebrows slightly. It's already divided into 30% and 70%, so it can't be enough, right? "These spiritual soils have used up more than a bushel of spiritual rice."

He pointed to where the spiritual rice had taken root.

It was a layer of black soil covering the rocks, and Gu Dan never took it seriously.

"These things?"

Gu Dan was stunned. He never thought that Ning Fang had such means.

"If there is no spiritual soil, even if you use the Small Cloud and Rain Art, the little spiritual rain you gather will not last long before it dissipates. Moreover, spiritual rice is more likely to survive when planted in spiritual soil. Moreover, the spiritual soil must be replaced every year, otherwise it will have no effect in the second year. As for the seeds of spiritual rice, it also costs a bushel of spiritual rice."

He added.

"Hiss~"

Gu Dan took a breath of cold air.

The soil is more expensive than the spiritual rice seeds! And it seems that no one dares to plant the spiritual rice on the rocks, otherwise the survival rate will teach them a lesson, and it will also be inconvenient to perform the Little Cloud and Rain Technique in the future.

So, the spiritual soil must be bought. There is no alternative but to buy it.

"So, if we harvest one stone and two bushels of spiritual rice, what we have left is only one bushel of spiritual rice? How many spiritual stones can we get?"

Gu Dan asked.

"Three spirit stones."

He replied.

"Oh, that's all right."

Gu Dan nodded slightly, at least he could still get something for nothing.

"Each year's food costs one spirit stone as well."

He added.

Gu Dan: “.”

Well, now the harvest of the bushel of spiritual rice in my hands will be very low.

"So, how many spirit stones have you saved in eight years?"

Gu Dan asked.

“Two.”

"So little? Where did you spend it?"

"In the first five years, the Immortal House provided spiritual rice and spiritual soil for free. After that, it was up to the individual to make profits and losses. Losses had to be paid first, and then they would be made up. Originally, there were three spiritual stones, but I asked someone to exchange one for money and send it to my family, so there were only two left."

He said in a low voice.

"You are quite filial. How much did you get for one spirit stone?"

Gu Dan asked curiously.

"One hundred taels."

"One hundred taels? Ridiculous!"

Gu Dan's voice became much higher.

This is not about changing too much, but too little!

Mundane things are almost useless to the way of immortality and difficult to convert. We can only say that each takes what he needs.

But no matter what, a spiritual stone can't be worth only a hundred taels of silver! If he really wanted to exchange it like this, Gu Dan would have to empty all the spiritual stones in the Buzhou Mountains.

If the previous series of things could be said to be a matter of mutual consent, then exchanging one spirit stone for only one hundred taels of silver for them would be blatant bullying.

Obviously, gold and silver should not mean anything to the Immortal House, so why be so cruel everywhere?

These cultivators will also grow up. These disgusting people who are unscrupulous in every possible way, when they grow up, what attitude will they have towards the Immortal Pavilion?

At this moment, Gu Dan finally understood the real reason why everyone present at the Law Enforcement Hall meeting had changed their expressions so drastically.

A group of monks who were fooled by them, who endured humiliation and spent decades to accumulate enough wealth, but in the end, their way to promotion was directly blocked. Bullying honest people, right? No wonder Ningfang decided to close the door and lock the workshop immediately. Who can stand this? Gu Dan suddenly felt that this disaster might be more serious than he thought. Even the most angry ones might not be the group of masters who were about to die, but those monks who had been "cultivated" for decades.

Even a clay man can still have some temper, so shouldn't I repay the kindness of the Immortal House?

This is simply a growing barrel of explosives, and the fuse has been lit! The thunder of the spiritual stone crisis has not yet exploded, and the most fatal thunder has already exploded! The severity of this matter even exceeded Gu Dan's expectations.

(End of this chapter)