Xu Li's face was solemn, and he said seriously: "Master Long, Feng Shui is divided into two schools, the eastern Guangdong and the northern border. The eastern Guangdong Feng Shui is mainly based on picking stars to determine the location of the tomb, which is mainly used to help dignitaries distinguish between Yin and Yang houses.
The Feng Shui of the northern border can set up magic arrays in a small space and use supreme magical powers to change the direction of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Master Liao is a master of the Northern School. I'm afraid that once the formation is set up, the saffron will bloom in no time."
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Master Liao stopped what he was doing with a smug look on his face. The formation was completed!
In an instant, countless warm currents surged from all directions, and everyone felt that the temperature around them had risen by several degrees.
"What's going on? The saffron bud in Master Liao's hand is actually moving!"
Suddenly someone exclaimed.
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that the saffron buds in Master Liao's hand, which had been tightly closed, were slowly blooming, and the stems and leaves were gradually turning from withered yellow to green.
In just a moment, the flower bud slowly opened, so beautiful and tempting!
"There are actually such magical techniques in this world. They are simply divine!"
"One second the saffron was withered and yellow, and the next second it blossomed so beautifully in Master Liao's hands!"
The crowd watching was amazed and wanted to put their faces close to it to take a closer look.
Even the senior executives of Yandu standing nearby were surprised, especially Cheng's father, who was grinning from ear to ear.
How could he not be happy? Master Liao could make a saffron bloom again in less than three minutes, so it would be no problem for him to revive all the herbs in the spiritual herb planting base.
When they thought that the problem that had been plaguing the entire Lingbao Pavilion was solved so easily by Master Liao, everyone looked at him more eagerly.
Who would care about Long Yi at this time?
Everyone rushed to Master Liao, complimenting him and hoping that he could revive the thousands of acres of spiritual herbs.
Although Master Liao's true energy was almost exhausted, a faint smile still appeared on his face.
The 'Yang Gathering Formation' he had just set up in a small space could save a saffron plant, which proved that his idea was correct. If he could gather enough magicians and use thousands of formation flags to set up a huge 'Yang Gathering Formation', these spiritual herbs would surely be able to come back to life.
"Master Long, the situation seems a bit unfavorable for us. Why don't we leave first?" Xu Li said cautiously.
He looked at Master Liao enjoying the attention of the crowd and the endless praise, while there was not a single person on Long Yi's side, and he couldn't help feeling sad and desolate.
"Forget it. They are just a bunch of extremely ignorant people. There is no need to keep them." Long Yi was calm.
He had just used his divine sense to find the culprit that caused the failure of the spiritual herb nearly a hundred meters underground. As long as he took it out, not only would the immediate trouble be solved, but he could even ensure that the spiritual herb plantation would have good weather and blooming flowers for a hundred years.
But since no one else appreciated it, he was too lazy to do this thankless job.
Cheng Zizhen stood outside the crowd with an embarrassed look on his face. It was obvious that there was a solution to the troubles of Lingbao Pavilion, but he just couldn't be happy.
The original script was that he should have called in reinforcements, turned the tide, and won his father's praise and Long Yi's favor.
As a result, Master Liao showed up unexpectedly and everything went wrong. Not only did he leave the impression of being careless in making friends in front of everyone, but Long Yi also lost all his good impression of him.
Just as Long Yi and the other man were leaving the crowd, a voice that seemed to be smiling but not laughing suddenly called him.
"Little Taoist friend, do you now understand that there are always people better than you? You should still be respectful of others. It's difficult for a frog in a well like you to achieve great things."
Long Yi turned around and saw Master Liao looking at him arrogantly, his eyes full of pride and disdain.
The onlookers also looked at him as if he were a clown.
"You're overthinking it. I'm leaving not because of your mediocre methods, but simply because I feel there's no need to take action."
Under the teasing gazes of the crowd, Long Yi remained calm and said slowly:
"If you ask me, you are the frog in the well. You only care about the small things. You are so proud of saving a saffron plant, but you don't know the source of this disaster.
I guess you want to set up a 'Yang Gathering Array', right? But that's only a temporary solution. Next year, the tragedy will happen again. Do you think you'll have to spend all that manpower and resources to set up a new array?"
Before Long Yi could finish his words, he was interrupted by Cheng's father in anger.
Master Liao is such a powerful figure. If he gets pissed off by this brat, who will save these thousands of acres of spiritual herbs? Relying on this brat who can only talk fast?
"That's enough! Boy, you're still so stubborn. Do you think you can question Master Liao? Quickly get the guards over here and kick this guy out!"
Several guards guarding the plantation gate rushed over instantly. At this time, the Pavilion Master gave an order, requiring that the boy be thrown out of the gate of Lingbao Pavilion.
"Dad, even if we can't reach a cooperation, you must never do this."
Cheng Zizhen pleaded, and when he thought of Long Yi's divine power in killing a dragon with one arrow, he felt a panic in his heart.
The life and death of these thousands of acres of spiritual herbs is a trivial matter, but if Master Long is angered, everyone in the Lingbao Pavilion will probably pay a heavy price.
But no matter how he begged, Pavilion Master Chen remained unmoved and kept staring at Long Yi with a gloomy face.
In the eyes of everyone, Long Yi is a deceptive liar who has deceived Cheng Zizhen into this state. No one knows what means he used.
But now, the lie has been exposed, and it is finally time for this liar to pay the price.
"Master Long, what should we do now?" Xu Li asked anxiously.
Almost all the people on the scene were dignitaries of Yandu. They had just arrived in Yandu and had no power at all. If they offended these people, they would probably have a hard time in the future, and it was even hard to say whether they could walk out of this gate today.
"How ridiculous!" Long Yi suddenly sneered:
"When the Young Master of your Lingbao Pavilion asked me to come out of seclusion, I thought that this matter concerned thousands of people, and I would be able to accumulate merit by helping them.
But now, not only do you not cherish me, you even want to chase me away. Well, we don't get along, so I don't want to stay here anymore."
After hearing this, everyone's faces were filled with sneers and they were about to make mockery, but the next second Long Yi's sharp eyes swept over them, and a fear rose from the depths of their souls, and they all shut their mouths.
"But before I leave, I still plan to give you a small gift." Long Yi said with a smile, as if he was brewing something.
He raised his hands suddenly and said loudly:
"open!"
Suddenly, a strong herbal fragrance emanated from the plantation covering thousands of acres, and tens of thousands of magical herb buds trembled slowly, as if they were about to bloom.
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