At that time, I passed by a mortal village. Due to weather reasons, the village had almost no harvest that year.

Out of kindness, I gave a little girl a bowl of water.

Then the next day her parents brought her and knelt down to beg me to save their crops.

This kind of thing was just a piece of cake for me. Amid their calls of immortality, I fulfilled their wishes.

Then everyone in the village came to me for help. Even if the Spirit Rain Technique consumed very little spiritual power, it almost exhausted all my spiritual power.

But I think what I did was right, I saved a village.

Because I had a mission to accomplish at the time, I left the village amid their compliments. "

"Five years later, I suddenly remembered this incident and wanted to go back to see what happened in the village. Do you know what I saw?"

At this point, the elderly monk stopped his narration, his eyes slightly red, probably because the scene he saw that year left a deep impression on him.

No one responded, and everyone was waiting for his next words.

Because this is what they believe righteous monks should do, but now it seems the results are not optimistic.

"When I returned to the village again, it had disappeared."

“After some inquiries, I learned that the weather was bad that year and several surrounding villages had no harvest, but only that one village had a great harvest because of my Spirit Rain Technique.

The starving villagers didn't care about these things. Several villages joined forces to steal all the food. Because of me, the people in this village didn't even survive for a year."

"If I hadn't taken action back then, maybe those people would have survived."

The old monk spoke out the secret that had been hidden in his heart for many years. It was as if the knot in his heart had been untied, and his cultivation was about to break through.

The other monks were also thoughtful after hearing his story, but they always felt that something was wrong.

"Then if we encounter this kind of situation in the future, are we just going to stand by and watch? Even if there is no Spirit Rain Technique from you, they may still die from other reasons."

"They are just a bunch of mortal lives. Does their life or death have anything to do with us?"

"In the final analysis, it's all about strength. If they had the talent to cultivate, how could they starve to death?"

"Look at what you said. Are you born a cultivator? Are there no ordinary people among your parents and family members?"

"By the way, fellow Daoist, what about the people in the remaining villages?" Everyone was also very curious, what happened next?

"Of course I killed them all. Aren't they just stealing my things? Why would I keep them?"

After hearing what the old man said, the monks quickly suppressed their emotions.

But if you think about it carefully, it does make sense. It's also a bit funny to say that this group of mortals did steal the food grown by a cultivator.

"Then let's see what our Demon Emperor will do next."

"Yeah, I feel like this matter isn't that simple. Lin Tian seems to have decided to do something."

"Could it be that Lin Tian has done something to change the Tianxuan Continent again? This is unlikely!"

The scene changed, and Lin Tian had left that land and came to a tavern, drinking quietly.

Although his appearance had been somewhat concealed, his extraordinary temperament still attracted many women to stop and watch.

Lin Tian didn't care about these things. He frowned and drank alone.

At this moment, he felt very upset, as if he had something to express.

Without asking the waiter for paper and pen, he just dipped his fingers in wine and wrote a poem on the table.

It is noon and I am hoeing the field . Sweat drips onto the soil.

Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard-earned.

As the fingers stopped waving, the poem that was originally written with ordinary wine now glowed with purple-gold light, appearing extremely mysterious.

When the waiter came to clean up, he only saw money for drinks, and the original customer had disappeared.

But his attention was attracted by a poem on the table.

Not really, he thought this poem was extraordinary. An uneducated person couldn't even recognize all the characters, so he had no idea what the poem was about.

What caught his attention was that no matter how hard he wiped the table, the poem would not disappear.

Faced with this magical phenomenon, he hurriedly called the boss.

The owner of this hotel was a semi-educated person and could barely understand this poem.

"What a great poem, what a great poem, such a sad poem, but I don't know the name of it or who wrote it. What a pity!"

Hearing the shopkeeper's sigh, the drinkers around gathered around, and a few poor scholars recited the poem aloud.

“Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work?”

"I am guilty of wasting food like this before."

"Yes, who knows the suffering of farmers?"

"Finally someone said what I wanted to say!"

"This poem is a classic, but unfortunately we don't know the author's name."

"I guess the person who wrote this poem doesn't care about this kind of false reputation."

Although the scholars present wanted this poem very much, no one dared to take over.

The person who could compose this poem might not necessarily be remembered for eternity, but if the impostor was discovered, he would definitely be infamous for eternity.

Outside Yingtian Lake, the monks who saw this scene sighed.

“So this is how Minnong was created.”

"What a talent! The appearance of this poem "Mercy for the Peasants" has reduced the amount of food wasted."

"Although we didn't save that farmer, the efforts of these people were not wasted. This is the real way to save people from danger."

"It seems that we really have wronged the Demon Emperor. It seems that he has never done anything wrong until now."

"Why are you still calling him the Demon Emperor? He is clearly the Holy Emperor!"

"This poem alone is more real than any spiritual rain spell. Anyway, I can't reach this level."

"No wonder he became an emperor. His thought level is so much higher than ours."

"So the Great Emperor is silently protecting our human race in this way. Thinking about the food that was wasted, I feel heartbroken for those mortals."

"Yes, the foundation of our world of immortal cultivation is still among mortals. Lin Tian's move is of immeasurable merit!"

Zi Meir was also very excited. She only knew that her grandfather was very powerful. In her impression, it seemed that nothing could stump him.

But she didn't expect that Lin Tian had such a side to him, and she admired her grandfather even more.