Although I had read the description of the thousand-mountain boat in "The Immortal Road" early, when I saw it with my own eyes, Chen Mo still felt shocked.

The ship is a hundred feet tall, like a whole giant tree, without sails or oars, but can fly across the sky. A five-meter bronze bell on the front of the ship stands majestic and upright, with shadows below it, as if there are many figures standing.

Such a huge boat can float in the sky, taking the heaven and earth as the sea, sailing at will. How can mortals imagine it?

"In the Jiawu year, a grand ceremony for spiritual sacrifice will be held!"

A clear voice came from the wooden boat, and then several sword lights lit up, and they flew down from the sword and headed straight to the inner sacrifice hall of the mountain gate.

Chen Mo and other outer disciples could only stay outside the mountain gate, and could not see clearly the appearance of the person coming. He only knew that the Kongsang Qianshan Zhou was a treasure inside the gate, and only the heads and elders were qualified to stand on it.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo was a little excited. Will his mentor Li Yan be among these several sword lights?

There was a majestic mountain gate in front of me, and nothing else was seen except the high platform of the sacrifice hall far away to the east. On this platform, there were huge incense burners and candles, and there were several figures standing behind them. Chen Mo looked from afar, and the smoke covered the mist, so he could not see clearly. He could only see that the white clothes, like the banished immortal, must be the senior brother, and the person standing in front of the senior brother with his hands behind his back must be the master.

As soon as the boats of thousands of mountains arrived, the disciples outside the mountain gate did not dare to act rashly and stood there respectfully. Chen Mo felt a little disappointed. Unexpectedly, when he saw his master's master for the first time, he could only see his back.

Looking at the tall elders in the distance, Chen Mo suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

The feeling was so mysterious, like a vague sense of sensation in the dark. Because he was born with pure wood spiritual roots, he would have such senses when dealing with a spiritual valley on weekdays, so he realized many tips for taking care of the spiritual valley.

Although this kind of induction is very similar to Linggu, its essence is different in the essence. Linggu's induction to Chen Mo is a sense of warmth, and this kind of induction is quiet and quiet. It seems that in front of you, you really see an orchid blooming by the stream in the deep valley, hidden in the mist. If you sense more carefully, you will find that the leaves of the orchid are like flames, scorching and burning, and the clusters of flowers are like dancing fire snakes, extremely red and bright. This deep induction made Chen Mo shiver, as if he was really burned by the orchid like this fire.

He quickly raised his head, searched slightly along the induction, and soon discovered the source, which came from a figure who was also standing on the high platform.

The man was wearing a lilac satin shirt, colorful and beautiful, and a calm and flowery skirt that was strolling on the ground. His graceful figure turned out to be a woman.

"Female Elder?" Chen Mo murmured to himself. In his impression, he had never heard of a female elder in this sect, but if he was not an elder, why did he stand on the platform and even stand before the senior brother, the inner genius?

Unclear, he looked up again and found that the woman was like a waterfall, with no hairpin ornaments, and a long skirt, but no sachets of flowers. She was simple and neat, and was far from the secular woman Chen Mo had seen. She was holding a long sword in her right hand, and the sword sheath was white all over, as if made of winter snow, which was beautiful, but the two complemented each other.

After looking closely, Chen Mo found that the woman's hair was a little stuck, as if she had just come out of the bath, which made people feel heart-wrenching. When he looked from a distance, he felt like he was looking at a clear orchid from afar, and he seemed to smell a bit of refreshing fragrance in his nose. He felt that his heart was beating very fast, as if he was being caught by the flames.

Chen Mo's eyes were slightly different. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt that even the woman's back was afraid to look at her back. He lowered his head and closed his eyes and recited the "Yangyuan Jue". But the feeling in his heart was still there. The woman seemed not a human, but a precious spiritual plant in the world, constantly attracting Chen Mo's attention. He couldn't help but look up again and saw a few floating butterflies coming like a fragrance, spinning beside the woman.

From afar, Chen Mo was shocked when he saw the woman raising her hand gently, as if he was fiddling with the butterfly. Who was this woman? She dared to play with the butterfly at the solemn and solemn spirit sacrifice event, but she did not see the head elders scolding her?

The butterfly moved, and the woman seemed to sense something like Chen Mo. She looked back. Because they were far apart, Chen Mo didn't know whether she was looking at her, but she was very curious about the woman in her heart, so she did not look away.

At this time, the clear voice came from the temple again, interrupting Chen Mo's thoughts and echoing slowly in the empty air.

"The road to heaven is long, Kongsang is walking. Worship!"

Although the sound is not loud, it spreads throughout every corner of Muling Peak. You can hear it clearly in the temple or outside the mountain gate.

Chen Mo discovered that after the word "官" fell, the disciples knelt down to the sacrifice hall, their foreheads three inches away from the ground, not even apart. They were winding mountain roads and kneeling down.

Chen Mo did not want to be alone, so he bowed to the sacrifice hall. The sound soon rang again.

"There are all fates, Kongsang Yunzhi. I pray again!"

The voice was so cool, it was swaying and shocking. Chen Mo was inexplicably throbbing, and listened carefully to the words in the voice.

"If the sky is with fire, welcome the leaves with it."

"If heaven is with disaster, offer the heart to it."

"Turn the bones and burn them, and calm the wind radiates the ashes, and I wish to be the empty mulberry!"

"Three bows!"

The voice seemed clear and solemn, spreading all over every corner of the temple. Most of the disciples who heard it were solemn and longing, kneeling on the ground, and shouting unconsciously with this clear voice:

"Turn the bones and burn them, and calm the wind radiates the ashes, and I wish to be the empty mulberry!"

The shouts of hundreds of people were in unison, shaking in unison, and they were full of majesticity. Chen Mo bowed to the spiritual position of the ancestors of the temple like others, but did not speak.

Although he had never attended a private school, he also understood the meaning of the sacrifice because the village chief carefully taught reading and writing.

"Kongsang, Kongsang, it turns out that's what it means." Chen Mo muttered in his heart, but he did not agree with the words of sacrifice.

Fire fell from the sky, but instead of avoiding it, he took the initiative to greet it with leaves. The sky caused disasters, and he endured them silently.

Even if God pulled out the trunk and broke the tree heart, he still had to help raise the ashes with the wind. Chen Mo shook his head. He had a low cultivation level and short-sighted knowledge. He did not know what the sky was and what the law of heaven was. But he knew that even if the wild dogs in the village were forced to bite people, let alone people, let alone cultivators?

Chen Mo is clumsy and exhausts every step of his cultivation. He is also supported by his senior brother. Although he has just broken through the first level of Qi training, he has officially entered the ranks of cultivators.

He didn't think that all this had anything to do with God. In addition, after leaving the village more than a year ago, he encountered a robber on the road, and was beaten by a vicious servant and almost buried alive. Chen Mo felt that God probably didn't exist.

Even if God really exists, he is probably a villain, otherwise how could it turn a blind eye to all this?

"The ceremony is over!"

The clear and clear voice interrupted Chen Mo's thoughts again. When he looked up, he saw candle smoke lingering on the platform, rising into the air, and the wind could not dissipate. From a distance, it looked like a giant tree growing towards the sky.

There were no more people on the platform. The elders left at some point, and the beautiful figure was no longer seen. The spiritual plant-like sensation had disappeared. Chen Mo shook his hand, but he couldn't pinch anything, and there was a hint of inexplicable loneliness in his heart. In the sky, the huge thousand-mountain boat slowly moved, without a trace of sound, sailing outside Mu Ling Peak, which was really amazing.

After a while, a disciple wearing a gift crown opened a gap in the mountain gate and told the outer disciples to leave on their own. Hundreds of people began to go down the mountain one after another. Chen Mo remembered his senior brother's advice and did not leave. He sat quietly on the cushion, but he waited for two or three hours before waiting. The sky gradually darkened, and the closed mountain gate had never opened again.

The senior brother probably had already followed Qianshanzhou to check the many spiritual fields, so it was not convenient to notify him. Chen Mo thought about it and found that the last disciple on the mountain road had also gone down the mountain. He gave up waiting and left.

Mu Ling Peak is extremely high. Now Chen Mo's cultivation level has reached the first level of Qi training. His foot strength is no longer comparable to usual. He has still spent half an hour chatting with the last disciple and learned that after this spirit sacrifice event, the spiritual fields will be harvested in a unified manner. The spirit planting boy needs to go to the miscellaneous courtyard to receive new seeds for the next year.

Chen Mo had been to the janitorial courtyard and was on a side peak outside Cuiping Peak. This time, he was on the way and prepared to collect it together.

Most of the Linggu are inferior products, and they are barely considered to be yellow-level, so the seeds are naturally not too cherished. In addition, Chen Mo was wearing the blue shirt brought by his senior brother, and he did not suffer any difficulties when receiving the seeds. Even the disciples in charge of distributing thought he was a spiritual plant boy, so he looked up to him and gave him 10% of the grain seeds.

Because Chen Mo's jade sickle was shattered by colorful lightning in the fog in that mysterious place, he had to make a reason to accidentally lose the cliff when he was refining it, which did not arouse suspicion.

When he returned to Cuiping Main Peak, his residence was already high in the moon. Chen Mo habitually checked Ling Valley first. The spiritual field shield that protected Ling Valley was not opened. He carefully cared for the spiritual plant that had been taking care of for a year and there were no stems left, and the entire spiritual field was empty.

“Is this all harvested?”

Seeing Ling Valley sprouting from sowing and sprouting until it bears heavy ears of grain, and now there is nothing in the field, Chen Mo felt a sense of loss and was very uncomfortable.

He went up to pick up the spiritual soil, put it in his hand and rubbed it for a while. The fine soil scattered from his fingers, and the spiritual valley he planted did not even have a thin root left. In Muyan Village, Chen Mo often went to the fields to harvest. He knew that it was thankless to uproot the grains. It was best to cut the stems with a sickle and slowly pick up the ears of grain. The remaining roots and stems would be turned back into the soil and feed back the fields, so that there would be a better harvest in the next year.

Now, let alone the broken stems in the fields, there is not even a trace of thin roots left. This shocked Chen Mo secretly. The methods of the Immortal Sect are different from those of the world.

He simply lay on the empty spiritual field, looking up at the bright moon, and before he knew it, his emotions slowly subsided. In a trance, he seemed to see another beautiful figure, a lilac, a group of butterflies, and the burning orchid...

Thinking of the spiritual plant-like sensing, Chen Mo was still a little surprised and curious. He didn't know how he could feel a person like a spiritual plant. Could it be that the sensing was wrong? Or was the woman carrying a spiritual plant on her body and she didn't notice it?

Tomorrow is the day to be held on the Spirit Sacrifice Day. Since I can’t figure it out, Chen Mo was unwilling to get into trouble anymore. He turned over from the spiritual field, patted the soil in his clothes, and looked at the empty spiritual field, and felt lonely again in his heart.

"If you succeed in practicing in the future, will your master give me a piece of your own spiritual field?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly. Lingtian was precious, Chen Mo knew that after a year of entering the mountain, he had never even seen his master before. How could he ask for these?

Besides, the task of only separating a piece of inferior fields has caused dissatisfaction among the other disciples and privately discussing. If you are really given a piece of your own spiritual field, then why would you not be found and pointed at the nose and scolded?

What's more, with your own qualifications, can you really succeed in practicing in the future?

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Chen Mo sighed and walked towards the bamboo house, hoping that the spiritual valley he planted would be rewarded with great harvests and would have the qualifications to continue to manage the spiritual fields in the coming year.
Chapter completed!