Pindao's Immortal Cultivation Game Comes True

Chapter 158 Imperially Confer Eight Hundred Land Gods!
These sweet potatoes were all brought over from the real world by him. They belonged to high-yielding hybrid sweet potatoes. Under normal circumstances, the yield should be around [-] catties.

And this Journey to the West, no matter how you say it is a world with aura, logically speaking, the output can only be higher, not lower.

I thought about it.

Xuan Qing asked again:
"Let me ask you poorly, besides the fertile and barren land, is there any other difference between the land yielding two thousand catties per mu and the land yielding eight thousand catties per mu?"

This statement came out.

Lord White Snake pondered slightly.

He really hasn't thought about this issue, not that he doesn't care, but that there are too many things on weekdays. He is running and maintaining the entire Yamen in Heifeng Town, and he still has to spare time to practice.

"If you want to talk about the difference, the land closer to Heifeng Town will have higher yields. Among them, the land with a yield of [-] catties per mu is the piece of land closest to the town."

"As for those with low production, most of them are villages. The farther the village is from the town, the lower the production!"

The closer to the town, the higher the output, and the farther away from the town, the lower the output?

Hear this.

Xuan Qing's heart moved, and a guess emerged in his mind.

The difference between Heifeng Town and those villages does not lie in the fertility of the land, but in the presence of a land god.

To know.

This is a world with the power of the gods, and although the land god is a low-level god, he can do a lot of things.

Its most important authority is to sort out the earth's veins.

Mind this.

Xuanqing immediately sacrificed the talisman of the immortal official again, dialed the introduction of the land belonging to the god Heifeng Town, and asked him to come to the yard.

after awhile.

The land god of Heifeng Town came.

"The little god sees the master, and sees Lord Qingxu!"

"Pindao just asked about the yield per mu of Qingxu grain planting, and found out" Xuanqing said what happened just now, and then asked him:
"Do you know what caused the huge difference in output?"

heard.

The Land God was slightly taken aback, and then explained: "My lord, the land near Heifeng Town has a high yield per mu, because the little god will regularly sort out the land veins and perform the magical magic of harvesting grains!"

"And the little god's divine power is low, and his territory is limited, so the farther he is from Heifeng Town, the less his output will be."

really.

Xuan Qing knew it in his heart.

As he guessed, the level of production has something to do with the land god.

The land gods in this world have two most representative general-purpose spells, which are automatically mastered by every land god.

They are: the five grains are plentiful, and the six animals are prosperous!
The former increases agricultural output, while the latter protects the health of the poultry raised by the people. Both are very down-to-earth spells that are closely related to people's livelihood.

Such and such.

There was a calculation in Xuan Qing's heart.

If he wanted to develop Heifeng Town, he would definitely need more people, and if he wanted to feed more people, the most basic thing was to ensure sufficient food.

"Qingxu, go and search for the souls of good people who have died. The number is eight hundred!"

Xuan Qing ordered in a condensed voice.

If you want to do it, you can do it big, and his eyes are not limited to a small Heifeng Town.

That's right.

He wants to grant eight hundred land gods at one time, expand the entire scope first, and then find a way to recruit people from the neighboring Uzbek Empire and Sepham Hami Empire.

Eight hundred benevolent souls who have died is not a small number.

Considering the size of Heifeng Town, it is impossible to gather such a large number of good souls at the end of life.

Lord White Snake first asked Heifeng to suppress the land god to find out the local good souls, while he searched further afield.

A certain village in the hinterland of Sipan Hami.

The location of the last good soul.

"Whoo~"

"Thank you Mangcun Land God, this man's soul was taken away by Pindao!"

Qing Xu bowed slightly, the dust whisk in his hand shook, and hooked the ghost of an old man over.

"You don't have to be polite, Taoist Master Qingxu, the little god is only acting on the orders of the master!"

"I would like to thank Mr. Ni for mentioning the poor Taoist priest. With all the eight hundred counts, the poor Taoist priest will go back to do business!"

talking room.

The White Snake Langjun stepped on the breeze, and his whole body soared into the sky, flying towards the direction of Heifeng Mountain.

Just two days.

He traveled all over the entire Sifan Hami country, and he gathered the number of eight hundred good souls arranged by the master.

The reason is so fast.

I have to mention the Immortal Banquet. The entire Xifan Hami, Uzbekistan, and most of the surviving mountain gods, land gods, and land city gods all came to participate, and enjoyed ginseng fruit porridge at the banquet. Tea.

As the saying goes, the hands are short and the mouth is soft.

Those who had enjoyed the benefits, when they learned that Taoist Xuanqing was searching for the good soul of the end of life, they all contributed their efforts!
That's why, in just two days, we were able to gather [-] good souls who had passed away.

Black Wind Mountain.

In the courtyard of the Taoist temple.

Lord White Snake holds a locust tree in his hand, and there are various souls hanging on the tree, including old people, young people, and women. They are the good souls who have died after searching for [-] years.

"Reporting to my lord, the eight-hundred-year-old benevolent soul has been brought here!"

"Okay, well done!"

Xuan Qing smiled slightly and gave a word of encouragement.

Among his many subordinates, the White Snake Lord is the one with the most ability to handle affairs.

"Go and prepare the altar. Pindao will confer these eight hundred benevolent souls as land gods in Heifeng Town!"

"Yes, sir!"

Lord White Snake put down the locust tree carefully, then rose into the sky, ready to open the altar for sacrifice.

This is a locust tree about six or seven meters high, with densely packed souls hanging on it, it looks a bit permeable.

"It is said that phases are born from the heart, and they are indeed the souls of the end of life. All of them are kind-hearted!"

Looking at the many souls hanging on the locust tree.

Xuan Qing was amazed in his heart.

As the saying goes, people with ugly faces are not necessarily evil, but the vast majority of kind people have kind faces, and they feel very comfortable looking.

Soon.

Lord White Snake prepared the sacrificial expenses.

Behind him, followed by the black bear spirit, the land god, the water god... and other subordinates who came to watch the excitement.

After three times and five divisions, everyone set up the altar, and then stepped aside, with anticipation in their eyes.

It is probably the first time in the entire Three Realms that eight hundred land gods have been conferred at once, but it must not be missed.

"Master, it's all ready."

"it is good!"

Xuan Qing nodded slightly and came to the altar.

Mind a move.

A token with the same origin as the Immortal Official's Token, but not the same, flew out with a blue light.

This is a token bestowed by Emperor Donghua, and the edict can go directly to the central secretariat of the Tianting Household Registration Department and Siming Mansion.

"Poverty Dao Xuanqing, Taiji Zuogong Immortal Official Shangqing Secretary ordered Lei Tingdu to sign a letter, feeling the suffering of the people in the land of black winds, and the chaos of the land."

Just when Xuanqing was on Heifeng Mountain, wanting to save trouble, he conferred eight hundred land gods at once.

the other side.

The center of the Siming Mansion of the Tianting Household Registration Office.

A fairy official wearing a black gauze hat and a long robe was holding an imperial edict in his hand, with an extremely tangled expression on his face.

"This"

(End of this chapter)