Qingping Mountain was shrouded in cold mist in the early morning, but incense was already burning in front of the land temple.
Yang Jin took his wife early in the morning and walked from Shelin Village, five miles away, to the land temple to burn incense and fulfill their vows.
Inside the shrine of the land temple, Fang Jian, who was sitting, opened his eyes, looked down, and then closed his eyes again.
After Yang Jin and his wife burned incense and left, no one came to burn incense and pray the whole morning. Fang Jian was happy to have some peace and quiet, and he concentrated on meditating and practicing in the temple.
Just at noon, when the sun was shining brightly, a breeze suddenly blew outside the land temple, and then a young man with a handsome face and starry eyes, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe and carrying a bamboo basket on his back, appeared outside the land temple with the breeze.
The young man first glanced at the land temple, then glanced at the lush green mountains and forests around it, and exclaimed in admiration: "What a beautiful place with clear water and beautiful scenery."
After saying that, the young man took off the two-layer bamboo basket on his back, took out three high-quality incense sticks from the upper layer, then flicked the top of the three incense sticks with his left hand, and a puff of green smoke suddenly rose, and the three incense sticks were actually ignited.
The young man held incense in his hand and bowed towards the land temple. Then he respectfully lit the incense, bowed again, and then chanted a spell.
Fang Jian in the monastery frowned, and suddenly he heard a very clear chanting sound in his ears.
He was very familiar with the content of this spell. It was the spell used by practitioners to call upon the land god.
I just dealt with a blind flower demon yesterday, why is he here again today?
Fang Jian finished his practice and opened his eyes, looking outside the land temple. He was stunned by what he saw.
I saw that this person was actually a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome appearance and a very respectful attitude. Even when he chanted the mantra, he did not show any disrespect.
"Alas!" Fang Jian sighed. He wasn't afraid of the rude ones, but he was afraid of the polite ones. Those rude ones could just avoid going out to see them, but if they dared to disrespect the flower demon in the land temple, that would be their fate.
But there is no way to do this kind of respectful thing. Since there is a spell to summon the land god in the world, it is naturally allowed by the heavenly court. It is really difficult to ignore the land god.
Moreover, this young man has a pure and peaceful aura, and one can tell at a glance that he is a righteous Taoist, so it would be okay to meet him.
Thinking of this, Fang Jian pinched his fingers and performed the method of showing his divine power, and stepped out of the land temple.
"Are you calling me?" Fang Jian landed on the ground and asked the young man in front of him.
The young man stopped chanting and quickly raised his head to look at Fang Jian. However, his expression was filled with confusion. "Who is this fellow Taoist?"
Fang Jian frowned and said, "You chanted a spell to call on this god, but you don't know who this god is?"
The young man was shocked when he heard this, then he said flatteringly, "You are the land god? You are indeed awe-inspiring and extraordinary!"
Fang Jian's face lit up with smiles, and he said amiably, "You're not bad either. I think you have a promising future as a young man. Tell me, what do you want from me?"
The young man stared at Fang Jian for a long time, and indeed saw him coming out of the shrine of the land temple. Finally, he accepted with difficulty the fact that Fang Jian was the land god.
He immediately clasped his hands and said, "I, Zhou Qinghan, a disciple of Yuhua Temple, have been ordered by my master to go down the mountain to train. When I arrived in Yangxia County, I found the people there to be simple and honest, and the mountains and rivers to be beautiful. Therefore, I wish to open a cave here to practice Dharma and do good deeds."
Fang Jian nodded upon hearing this and said, "In that case, you can choose a place to settle down. There is no need to talk to me."
Zhou Qinghan smiled a little embarrassedly, then looked at Fang Jian and said, "Well... God of Land, please accept my request. Actually... I would like to ask God of Land to choose a place suitable for cultivation for me..."
Fang Jian immediately understood Zhou Qinghan's meaning. Cultivators also had their own priorities when choosing a location: first, good feng shui and abundant spiritual energy. Second, it needed to be free of causal relationships and avoid unnecessary trouble. Every day, there were many fights in the cultivation world over the competition for blessed caves and sacred sites, but there were ways to easily avoid them.
This method is to follow the path of immortal officials, such as mountain gods and land gods. These two gods directly grasp the information of living beings in their respective territories, as well as the distribution of land veins and mountains and rivers. Among them, the land god is the easiest to see, so there is such a saying.
"Oh, so that's what's going on." Fang Jian suddenly realized, "Then let me help you take a look."
After saying that, Fang Jian took out the land book and started looking through it. Zhou Qinghan immediately looked at him with joy and anticipation.
But Fang Jian flipped through the land book for a long while, then shook his head and frowned, saying, "Alas, the land in this county is barren and spiritual energy is scarce. There really is no good place for cultivation."
"That's not right, God of Land. I think Yangxia County is full of spiritual energy. There must be a Feng Shui treasure land." Zhou Qinghan said seriously.
Fang Jian raised his eyebrows upon hearing this and said, "Really? That's impossible. This county is indeed very poor. Look, even I, the God of Land, am very poor. I don't even have a single natural treasure. Alas! How can this not be considered poor?"
Zhou Qinghan was slightly bewildered upon hearing this, but then seemed to remember something. He immediately turned around and pulled out a porcelain box from the bamboo basket. "Land God, there's a hundred-year-old ginseng in here, which has excellent healing properties. My master gave it to me for emergencies, but I probably won't need it. If you like it, I'll give it to you."
"Hey?! What are you doing? Don't do this, don't do this." Fang Jian said seriously, while quickly taking the porcelain box and stuffing it into his sleeve. Then he said with a smile: "Isn't it just a Feng Shui treasure land? Don't worry, I will risk my life to find one for you."
Zhou Qinghan looked on with a painful expression as the hundred-year-old spiritual ginseng was taken away, but upon hearing Fang Jian's words, he immediately smiled happily: "It's not that serious. Land God, just find me a suitable place to practice."
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