After Yang Chenyu searched the three Daozangs, he found that the soil he brought back was not the real Xilan, but just the soil with a few traces of Xilan.

I think so. If it were really the divine land, I would probably not be able to bring it back to Qinglong Temple with my own strength. You should know that Xirang has the power to grow continuously and does not have enough power to suppress it. In the blink of an eye, it will turn into a mountain peak and bury itself below.

But even so, Yang Chenyu felt satisfied. With this pot of soil, not to mention anything else, at least one red fruit can be planted.

As for the broken beads, there are many introductions in the Daozang, such as the Qiankun Pearl, Chaos Pearl and other treasures, and some introductions to it also lit up Yang Chenyu's eyes.

Although this type of treasure will be exhausted after being damaged and cannot be used, it can be restored as long as you use the earth's divine power such as mountain gods for a long time.

In ancient times, many mountain gods had such treasures to cultivate fairy fruits, flowers and plants.

Seeing this, Yang Chenyu nodded. It seemed that it was time to condense the position of the mountain god. After all, having the position of the mountain god can also make it more convenient to cultivate these immortal fruits, flowers and plants. In order to improve their strength more steadily, it is not just seeking merit to condense incense, but opening the furnace to refine alchemy is also one of them.

The next morning, Yang Chenyu absorbed the purple air from the east in the back mountain, and took An Ziyu and others down to Fengming Mountain and went to Fengming Town to perform rituals. Of course, during the ritual process, Yang Chenyu began to gradually retreat behind the scenes. An Ziyu and others were already familiar with the ritual matters. After that, if there was no special accident, Yang Chenyu would not hold a funeral ritual for the pilgrims himself.

Back at Qinglong Temple, Yang Chenyu asked An Ziyu and others to rest on their own, while he went to the back mountain and sat cross-legged at the highest point to experience the majesty of the mountains and the thickness of the earth.

The trace of divine thought continued to extend along the Fengming Mountain Range. Every flower, tree, stone and soil of Fengming Mountain, all things on the surface slowly reappeared in the spiritual pool in my mind. When the divine thoughts enveloped the entire mountain range, the divine thoughts once again divided countless branches, like roots of trees, pierced into the depths of the Fengming Mountain Range.

Of course, this also greatly consumed Yang Chenyu's magic power in the spirit pool. Within less than one meter deep, the spiritual energy that had already been filled with Yang Chenyu's spirit pool was exhausted, and even the spring water that had become the thickness of chopsticks shrank to the size of a needle hole.

The red light on the red talisman edict also became much dimmed. It was not until this time that Yang Chenyu sighed slightly, stood up from the cliff, and returned to the Taoist temple.

If you want to use the power of Xiangshui River Talisman to understand the mystery of the Fengming Mountains, it will cause a lot of damage to your magic power. Although the river god and the mountain god are both earth gods, the magical powers of the two are different after all, so it is reasonable to have such a phenomenon.

In the following months, Yang Chenyu completely handed over the affairs of the Taoist temple to An Ziyu and others for temporary care, while he sat cross-legged on the cliff of the back mountain all day long, and did not look back until the sunset was setting.

An Ziyu and others did not dare to ask, but just did their own affairs.

Summer goes and autumn comes, and autumn goes and winter solstice.

After several days of cold wind blowing, the first snow fell.

This is the thickest snowfall in Fengming Town in the past decade. Within dozens of miles of silver, Fengming Mountain is surrounded by silver trees. Fearing the cold, for a few days, the pilgrims who went to Qinglong Temple to burn incense became rare, adding a bit of silence to Fengming Mountain.

"The Heavenly Lord of Fusheng Wuliang, the weather is so cold. Li Daoan, have you seen the master come back?"

After taking a group of Taoist children to do evening classes, An Ziyu asked Li Ergou. Even if his wife ran to the Taoist temple, she could not save Li Ergou's determination to join the Taoist sect, Yang Chenyu had no choice but to get him a Taoist number and took it in.

Daoan was just giving him a miss, so as not to cause trouble for nothing, and simply disturbing the purity of Qinglong Temple.

Therefore, after seeing Li Ergou, the Taoist audience can no longer shout the other party’s real name, and call him by the Tao.

"Master An, Master Yang has not come back yet. Why don't you roast the fire here? Go to the small path to see how Zheng Ren Yang is? Cuifen, make tea for Master An, I'll go out to see."

Li Ergou was unwilling to go home, so his wife followed him to live there. Seeing that it was not the case, Yang Chenyu simply vacated a room near the gate and asked the couple to set up a house. Even if Cuifen was the chef, she was managed by Sichu Meng Ting. She would buy vegetables and get started on weekdays.

By the way, Cuifen originally wanted to raise a few pigs in the Taoist temple, but there was no way. The village woman worked hard all her life. Seeing that there were still a lot of free places in the Taoist temple, she wanted to use them, but Yang Chenyu immediately stopped her.

If you raise a few pigs in the Heshen Temple, what kind of style will it be if you raise a few pigs?

No matter what, Cuifen is quite diligent and helps young people such as An Ziyu wash clothes, etc. Yang Chenyu also paid her a salary and was considered a non-staff member of the Taoist temple.

Cuifen responded, Li Ergou, now Li Daoan took an umbrella and walked out. The heavy snow here is not as snowy and half rainy as it falls on his body. When the heat is gently fumigated, it will turn into water. If you don’t pay attention, you will catch a cold and have a fever.

Although the talisman water in this temple is personally controlled by the temple master and has extremely effective spirit, no one is willing to suffer that sin for nothing.

Why?

As soon as Li Daoan stepped out of the viewing door, he saw Yang Chenyu walking back from the back mountain. The real person is worthy of being a real person! The heavy snow fell all over the sky. Yang Zhenren walked over, but there was no trace of snow water on his body. After looking carefully, the snowflakes were spread out by an invisible wave of air before they fell on Yang Zhenren, and they could not get close to him at all.

Since Li Daoan came to the Taoist temple to settle down, he has determined that Yang Chenyu is a god, and other Taoist children call Yang Chenyu the master of the temple, while Li Daoan must be called a real person. Even if Yang Chenyu said it a few times, he could not change this habit.

Of course, the absence of snow water on Yang Chenyu does not mean that Li Daoan will not flatter.

After seeing Yang Chenyu, Li Daoan immediately followed Yang Zhenren, and the umbrella was also pressed on Yang Zhenren's head, not caring that the snowflakes on his body were turning into drops of water soaked in the cotton coat.

Yang Chenyu knew Li Daoan's little moves very well, but he did not refuse to stop them. These few steps would not make Li Daoan sick, but he had all his thoughts. This is also the way to experience the world, so there is no need to say more.

After seeing An Ziyu and arranging some affairs, Yang Chenyu also gave the children a day off, allowing them to go down the mountain at will, stay in the room and watch TV online. In short, they must not come to disturb themselves.

Then Yang Chenyu returned to the wing room, lit three sandalwood sticks, spread yellow paper on the incense table, grind cinnabar, took out the pen of the talisman, placed a 700-year-old ginseng aside, closed his eyes and rested for a while, and then started to draw it.

After helping Huangxi Village to kill the spirit monsters, Yang Chenyu obtained no less than 7,000 merits. After all, this was to save a village. If Yang Chenyu had left the blame, it would be conceivable that Huangxi Village would be extinct under the continuous invasion of the spirit monsters.

With these seven thousand merits combined with the merits obtained by daily practices and even the gifts obtained by giving talismans to save people, Yang Chenyu's golden merit particles gathered in the spiritual pool. However, what Yang Chenyu had not expected before was enough to draw a mountain god talisman edict.

After all, Fengming Mountain is only a small mountain with a continuous range of several kilometers and a highest point of only 200 meters, and 20,000 merits are enough.

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Chapter completed!