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Chapter 204

The first one in the line was Uncle Wang from the village, who was a bit older than Grandma Li.

One of the two qi training period monks took out a small bundle from the storage bag and handed it to Uncle Wang, the other opened a booklet full of names, and at the same time took out a box of ink pads for Uncle Wang to stamp on his name. I made a fingerprint.

"Does the Chunhua Lantern at home need to be replaced?" asked the monk holding the brochure and ink pad.

Uncle Wang: "No need, no need, everything is fine, thank you."

"You're welcome, it's your duty. Okay, next."

Uncle Wang left the team tremblingly, and the cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage stepped forward and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

As soon as Uncle Wang shook his head, a villager in the team shouted: "He fell on his leg last month, and he has been given medicine, but I don't know if it's all right. Please ask the fairy master to show him!"

"It's ready." Uncle Wang said quickly, and stamped his feet to indicate that it's okay.

But the cultivator who established the foundation bent down and pointed at the bend of Uncle Wang's knee without any explanation. His fingertips glowed with white light. After a while, he said, "It seems that you have recovered, but it is not. You are so old that you knocked and fell. It's not a trivial matter, if others don't talk about it, just leave it alone, and you will suffer in the future."

After finishing speaking, the white light of his fingertips gradually became brighter, and he tapped Uncle Wang's legs several times, and then said: "It should be almost the same, keep warm within two months. If you still feel unwell after that, you must call someone to the town to tell I wait."

"Hey, good, good." Uncle Wang responded, thanking you again and again.

The Foundation Establishment monk waved his hand indifferently, turned around and asked the next old man who received a small bundle.

Grandma Li was also questioned after she took the burden, she replied that she was not uncomfortable, the monk checked her again, and said: "Well, your bones are indeed strong, there is nothing serious, it would be better if you eat more meat on weekdays. "

"Hey, I remembered. It's really hard work for you, you come every year."

"It's just a matter of duty. You are safe and sound, and we will have a good account to the sect."

Grandma Li came over with a small bundle, and Jing Yingrong saw the word "太初" embroidered on the surface of the bundle, and asked, "Is this cheap?"

"That's right, Miss Jing, you don't know, you Taichuguan will deliver festival goods to the town and village every year."

With that said, Grandma Li untied the bundle, inside were some small bottles and boxes, with the words Taichu also engraved on them.

"That box is beast-repelling ointment. Put some on your neck before going into the mountains. Bears, wolves, and other beasts will not attack people. This bottle is cold-dispelling pills, which can cure common wind-cold ailments. This is Guaiac medicine, usually accidentally scratched by a knife, rub a little on it and it will heal soon. There is also that stack, what is it called, the rain talisman? In the dry season, when the crops need water, tear it off and it will be fine. Use it, but haven't used it for many years..."

Grandma Li babbled about each item to Jing Yingrong.

Extreme Boundary Pen: "Isn't this made by those beginners in the Absolute Beginning View? It won't be used during the Qi training period, but it's just right for ordinary people to use. It's a multi-purpose thing."

Jing Yingrong: "Yeah." After a short pause, he continued: "It's a system that didn't exist before."

Jijie Pen: "Today's View of Absolute Beginning is indeed much stronger than before."

After the elders in the village received the festival goods, the monk who established the foundation stopped asking.He came to Jing Yingrong and said: "Recently there have been a lot of affairs in the town, I waited half a day late to see senior sister, I thought you are the inspector of our sect, so I panicked."

Jing Yingrong: "I've lived here for a few days, and I haven't seen any other monks."

The other party said: "The inspectors don't go to every place. I can't predict when and where they will go."

Jing Yingrong nodded, and said again: "You have been staying in Jiangren Town?"

"Yes, after living in Qiongju Enclave for 100 years, I couldn't be promoted to the inner sect, and I couldn't pay the spirit stones and contribution points for continuing to live, so I applied to become a foreign disciple of the sect. Getting a fixed salary is more secure than going out on your own."

Jing Yingrong looked at the two monks who were still distributing the festival goods: "I haven't seen it in a place where mortals and monks live together. Are the festival goods only sent to places where mortals live?"

The other party said: "Yes, festivals like celebrating the New Year basically only exist in mortal settlements. If there are many monks in the residence, mortals will live at the pace of monks, so I don't need to take care of them."

"Take care of me?"

"Exactly, we must try our best to solve problems for the mortals within our jurisdiction and ensure that their lives are safe and secure. At the same time, we must not interfere too much with the order of the mortal settlements, so we usually stay in the town. Don’t come to these places. They will come and let us know if there is something they can’t solve.”

Jing Yingrong was thoughtful: "Ancestral View now attaches great importance to mortals."

"That's natural," said the other party with a smile. "The current head has said that mortals should have something to support their children and depend on when they grow old. Only monks can leave home to practice Taoism without any worries."

Mirror Yingrong nodded.

After the delivery of the festival goods, the three monks walked around the village to check, and learned about the current situation of the village from the villagers, and recorded it in detail in the book.

After finishing all this work, they came to bid farewell to Jing Yingrong, and then hurried to other villages under Jiangren Town.

Jing Yingrong and Grandma Li returned slowly, passing a large flat open space in the village on the way, and many villagers were cleaning the ground and removing debris.

Seeing this scene, Jing Yingrong asked, "What are they doing?"

Grandma Li said: "Prepare for tomorrow. Tomorrow everyone will have dinner here and celebrate the festival together."

"Bring the food here?"

"No, everyone is here to cook together," Grandma Li said with a smile, "We have to come too."

……

The next day.

The village has been bustling since early in the morning.

The villagers set up a stove on one side of the open space to start a fire. Stacks of kitchen utensils, bowls and other supplies were brought here, followed by piles of food, vegetables, meat, seasonings and other ingredients.

These things were brought by the villagers from their homes, and Grandma Li also brought a lot of ingredients and utensils. Jing Yingrong carried two buckets of well water, and poured the well water into a large tank beside him like other villagers did.

More red lanterns were hung up, and the villagers carried water, carried firewood, washed vegetables, cut meat, and all of them were done. Almost every household was busy here, and Grandma Li and the king were all there. Help wash rice.

The only ones who are still idle are the group of children running around the village.

"Sister, this is for you."

As soon as Jing Yingrong handed over a fish to another villager, several children surrounded him, and one of them held up a golden fried meatball.

Jing Yingrong thanked her and ate the meatballs. Seeing this, several other children took out pastries and snacks hidden behind their backs and invited her to eat.

Jing Yingrong held a pile of bits and pieces of food and didn't respond, when two villagers ran towards this side with their spatulas held high, shouting: "I told you that's what everyone eats at night, how many of you still eat?" Make trouble and steal your mouth!"

The child who gave Jing Yingrong meatballs screamed strangely, and ran away with other children smiling.

Jing Yingrong looked at the food in his hand, then at the villagers who gave up chasing and gasped and scolded while panting, his eyes swept over the hot scene around him, and the corners of his mouth curled into a gentle arc.

(End of this chapter)