Chapter 125: The ghost scholar said nothing at first. Ye Lu...
The ghost scholar didn't speak at first.
When Ye Lu was staring at his hands, he was also looking at his own hands. These hands could be described as beautiful, with distinct joints, slender and thin hands, and fair skin. The calluses on the fingertips had disappeared, replaced by smooth hands.
The ghost scholar looked at his hands, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
The ghost scholar never thought that one day he would receive a true blessing from the God of Fortune, or an orthodox blessing. He always thought that he had been rejected by God.
The ghost scholar put down his hand and said calmly, "Because of praying."
Perhaps the blessing bestowed by the ghost scholar in the past had worked, and this area of the land had a good harvest this year. Originally, the ghost scholar's incense had been quite popular, and after this one, the ghost scholar could even occasionally hear sincere prayers. Although most of them were for a good harvest, a small number of them changed from praying for a good harvest to praying for other things.
Until the ghost scholar occasionally heard the prayers for marriage among those prayers, he fell into complete silence.
Are there any problems with his followers? When you pray for a marriage, you don't check whether the god you believe in is single or not. You just pray blindly. The three brothers don't even have a partner until now? Okay, he doesn't even have one? His identity has been exposed. In the eyes of these villagers, his true form should be the breeze and the river water. How did he think of praying for a marriage with these two things?
None of these ghost scholars have it? Tell Ye Lu.
Of course, the ghost scholar did not satisfy all the prayers of the people of He Village and Liucao Village. Most of the time he pretended not to hear them. Only occasionally when he went down the mountain, he would send a breeze and flowing water and watch the crops below flourishing with vitality.
The premise is that after he became one of the rulers of He Village, he went down the mountain more frequently, and the number of times he sent blessings would be greater.
Ye Lu also remembered the anomalies every time the Ghost Scholar came down the mountain. He said that he didn't care and that these people praying to gods were useless, but in fact, it seemed that he would take action every time. For a moment, he couldn't help but look at his brother with an indescribable look.
The ghost scholar was almost furious when being looked at, and it was only because of the Taoist's fighting power that he came to his senses. If it were someone else, he would have walked away in anger long ago.
But now the ghost scholar cannot move, and can only force himself to remain silent and expressionless.
"........Ahem..." Ye Lu tried his best not to laugh out loud, lest the ghost scholar really get angry and turn around and leave. He still had something to ask him. He cleared his throat and asked with a smile: "So what is your current cultivation level?"
Ye Lu did not ask anything else, he just asked lightly about his cultivation, a seemingly unrelated question.
But this question made the ghost scholar silent for a long time, until the person who had been listening to the conversation from the beginning discovered that something was wrong and couldn't help but look up at the ghost scholar curiously.
"....." The playful man inexplicably knew something. His eyes curved slightly, and he picked up the dominoes with one hand to cover the corners of his raised mouth, without saying a word.
Ye Lu waited very calmly for the ghost scholar's next words.
After the ghost scholar saw that this person had to wait for him to speak, he finally said expressionlessly: "......Huangli level limit."
Puff! ! He knew!! The only thing that could make Ah Gui avoid talking about it was that his cultivation level had increased to the point where he didn't even want to talk about it. Ah Gui had always believed that he was not suitable for the path of the gods for some reason, and he took the initiative to avoid it when he was on the Star Network. It was obvious that according to the test of the Star Network, Ah Gui was naturally suitable for the path of the gods.
Now it seems that StarNet was right.
Ye Lu was about to burst out laughing in his heart. What did the Huangli level limit mean? Now he and Ximingren were only at this level. This was when they had enough resources for cultivation. The two of them had been practicing hard and had top-notch talents. But they were only at the Huangli level limit and only one step away from breaking through to the Qingyou level.
No matter how fast the Shinto practice is, it can never be this fast.
The only explanation is that the blessings bestowed by the ghost scholar are much more than imagined, and he has always followed the most orthodox Shinto practice method. The people in the world under his name are at peace and content, and his merits and virtues have been circulated and transformed into endless wish power, which has directly pulled up the ghost scholar's cultivation level.
Ye Lu remembered that the Ghost Scholar had never had much interest in cultivation. He thought that it was enough for him to maintain a medium speed in cultivation. However, the current speed was very un-Ghost Scholar-like.
"......." Ye Lu was silent for a while, then he said, "The God of Fortune who eats wind and drinks dew is great and kind!"
The ghost scholar had a stiff face. When he heard this, he barely pulled the corners of his mouth and uttered a sarcastic reply: "Hehe."
Now the white millet has entered the deep fruit-bearing period. At the foot of the mountains, the fields of He Village and Liucao Village are lined up. The white millet fields are all close to each other. Not far away there is a large ordinary field. There are many things planted in the ordinary field, including fruits, various vegetables, and some seeds brought back from the road of fleeing famine. When planted, they produce a rhizome with a sweet taste, a bit like fruit but very filling.
There are also some beans, with long vines climbing on the supports not far away, and long green beans hanging down. These are actually vegetables unique to Jinshi Mountains. When the villagers of Huoshan heard that Hecun had just arrived, they enthusiastically shared them with them. The taste is not bad, mainly because they grow fast and grow in large quantities. Now that Liucao Village has come, Hecun has shared them with them again.
Qiao Sanguan was patrolling the fields outside, and when he returned home, there was a little more smile on his face.
"How's the field?" a familiar female voice asked.
Qiao Sanguan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Pu Shiyi Niang, who was wearing coarse cloth, standing against the wall of his house. The sturdy woman's forehead was covered with sweat. It was obvious that she had just returned from practicing martial arts. While talking to Qiao Sanguan, she took the towel from her daughter to wipe her face.
"Not bad. The white millet fruits this year are much better than last year." Qiao Sanguan said happily. His talent was slightly worse than Pu Shiyi's. It was a blessing from God that he could become a formal weirdo. This was also the result of eating a lot of weird food after he entered the Forbidden Stone Mountains.
"At this time of year in previous years, many white millet ears were still shriveled. I just took a look around, and now quite a few of them are full of juice and heavy. It's pleasing to the eye." Qiao Sanguan even specifically described the scene he saw.
"Although ordinary fields are not as good as white millet fields, the vegetables and beans there are also faster than in our previous village. I estimate that they will be edible soon." Qiao Sanguan estimated for a moment and said the result in his mind. At the same time, he couldn't help but sighed: "In a few years, our village will definitely be able to pay off the debt owed to He Village."
By then, he could finally relax with the heavy stone in his heart, and he would feel that he had finally lived up to the trust of his fellow villagers.
Pu Shiyi Niang understood what Qiao Sanguan was lamenting. This little kid had to carry such a heavy burden on his shoulders before he even reached adulthood. Now he can finally complete the burden. Although he has not yet completed it, it is definitely more comfortable than before.
"That's because we worship that god. This year we are praying for a good harvest!" Pu Shiyi Niang still remembered their previous worship of the god and couldn't help but remind her.
"Yes, it's worthy of being the God of Fortune. No wonder the people in He Village also let us worship him. It's indeed different from the gods outside." Qiao Sanguan couldn't help but sigh.
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