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Chapter 373: The boy who raises medicine! The saintly master who makes medicine!
Pei Xiong led a thousand soldiers behind him and stood quietly beside Lingyou Hou.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

Just subconsciously, I couldn't help but tighten the handle of the knife.

Will there be a great disaster in the three prefectures?
Among all living beings in the world, nine out of ten houses are empty?
He was slightly shocked in his heart, but he suppressed the excitement in his heart by force, raised his head slowly, and said: "If the Marquis's Dao field can be further developed and expanded, he can be promoted to Duke Weiling! If he wants to be crowned a king, he will have to accumulate for many years..."

"Being down-to-earth, practicing diligently, and accumulating knowledge over time are what mediocre people do! People like us hide our talents and wait for the right time. Once the luck comes, we can rise straight to the top. Why do we need to accumulate knowledge?"

Lingyou Hou glanced at him and said slowly, "It's like you. You were lucky enough to be promoted to the Thousand Flags Prison Guard General. If you want to be promoted again, it will take at least a hundred years, and if it's longer, it will be a thousand years... This time you follow me, it means your luck has come!"

After the voice fell, Lingyou Hou waved his hand and walked forward, asking: "Do you know where the opportunity comes from?"

Pei Xiong replied: "I don't know."

Lingyou Hou said slowly: "Every time the holy land becomes a forbidden area, for sixty years, the three prefectures lose their leaders, just like a group of dragons without a leader... It can be regarded as a great disaster that lasted for sixty years!"

"In this era, few people live long, so often a sixty-year period includes a lifetime! For many people, from the time they are born to the time they die, they are all sinking in this catastrophe... There is no prosperity in the future, and no hope in the future!"

"And now, the Saint Master has received the Supreme Guardian Object and can appoint the next Saint Master, thus avoiding the disaster that would have affected the three prefectures."

“But the Holy Lord has fallen after all. Although there is a Holy Master to take over, most of the ancient beings from all sides want to kill the Holy Master!”

"At this moment, if there are any demons that are above their rank and intend to cause chaos, the three prefectures will definitely not be at peace."

Lingyou Hou said with emotion: "The herbalists have long included Wanshou Zhenjun in their recipes! Today, they met him, but they didn't eat him. Guess why?"

Pei Xiong hesitated and said, "There must be a bigger plan!"

Lingyou Hou nodded with a smile and said, "He has already stepped half a step into the ranks of true gods... His every move can stir up a storm. Whatever He plans will definitely overthrow the three prefectures!"

"This kind of opportunity only comes once in thousands of years. I just had an idea and sensed the opportunity to be crowned king!"

"If my guess is correct, He has already determined the death date of Wanshou Zhenjun, which is the day when Wutong Divine Mother becomes a cave heaven..."

The Marquis praised: "The Lord of Nanshan Holy Land is the leader of the human race! The Wutong Goddess is the most powerful of the Three Prefectures' Old Gods, and protects the human race! These two are no longer in the world, and the Holy Master alone cannot support the people..."

Pei Xiong understood immediately and whispered, "Although the death of the Holy Lord brought disaster, we still have the Wutong Goddess after all? If the Goddess is gone and the new Lord is not stable, will that be the biggest disaster for the Three Prefectures?"

"Not bad!"

Lingyou Hou sighed, "They think that the current disaster is not big enough, and they have to wait until the Goddess leaves to bring about a bigger disaster! Don't you think this is an opportunity for me?"

Having said this, He hesitated again and said, "However, the disaster in Yuanshan City last time disappeared without a trace before it caused any ripples."

"The calamity that should have been caused by the death of the Holy Lord this time also disappeared without a trace."

"The two disasters were like raging waves, but they couldn't even create a splash."

"Do you think this has something to do with the so-called great fortune of the human race?"

Lingyou Hou pondered and said, "Luck is something illusory, invisible and intangible... With my current level of cultivation, I can't even sense it, and sometimes I even doubt the truth of luck!"

He pondered and said, "But they believe in the theory of destiny. Could it be that the preservation of the Holy Land today is also related to this?"

After the voice fell, He fell silent again and thought for a long time.

I don’t know how much time passed before I sighed.

"Forget it. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me for now."

Lingyou Hou said: "General Pei, this time I have requested permission to mobilize troops. You and your thousand soldiers will follow me to the world of the living... put down the rebellion for me, and then lie dormant for a few years..."

Pei Xiong was shocked and said, "The military order I received is that the Marquis has lost the Book of Life and Death, and he is afraid that the ghosts and gods and ancient demons under his command may rebel, so I will bring my troops and the Thousand Soldiers Divine Formation Map to help the Marquis suppress the rebellion! You said to lie dormant..."

Lingyou Hou said calmly: "The calamity that should have been set off by the death of the Holy Lord did not cause any waves, but after the Wutong Divine Mother completed her mission, she became a cave heaven of her own... A greater calamity will surely befall the three prefectures!"

He said slowly: "I will take this opportunity to expand the Taoist temple and become Duke Wei Ling. It is a done deal! If you can help me, I can be crowned king and live in the world of the living!"

At this point, He looked at Pei Xiong and said, "You will come with me! If you are promoted to Duke Weiling, I will grant you the title of General of the Underworld Prison with 5,000 flags! If you are crowned king, you will be the commander of the underworld soldiers under my command!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Pei Xiong bowed and said, "I am willing to serve you, my Lord!"

Lingyou Hou patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "General Pei, this is your fortune!"

Pei Xiong's heart was slightly shaken, and he felt that there was something hidden in Lingyou Hou's words.

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West of Canyu Palace.

The forbidden area was in chaos.

Lord Wanshou roared angrily, and the eight thousand miles of land fell into his panic.

The herbalists passed through Canyu Palace and broke into this eight thousand li land without concealing their tracks.

It was obvious that he treated this eight thousand li forbidden area as his medicine garden.

He came to inspect his own medicine garden!

It is no longer a secret that herbalists in the past were looking for Lord Wanshou!

But now that Lord Wanshou has awakened, the herbalists who come here are not in a hurry to pick them!

This not only did not make Wanshou Zhenjun feel fortunate, but it also made him feel an extremely unspeakable fear!
Herb collectors are in no hurry to pick!

There is only one reason!
He can pick this great herb from the medicine garden at any time!
No matter what means or methods Wanshou Zhenjun uses, he can't escape!

This is the confidence of the herbalist!
This is also the real reason why Wanshou Zhenjun feels fear!
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On the snowy mountain.

The mountains are towering into the clouds and the mountain ranges are undulating.

To the east is the direction of Canyu Palace, and nearby is the 8,000-mile territory under the command of Wanshou Zhenjun.

To the west is the vast desert, a desolate place.

On the ridge, there was a child, dressed simply, carrying a bamboo basket on his back and holding a medicinal hoe in his hand. He looked toward the desert to the west, his young face full of expectation, and whispered, "This medicinal garden has been left uncultivated for so many years since the teacher harvested it. It's a pity... When I sow the seeds, a great medicinal plant will surely grow in the next sixty years!"

The cold wind was howling on the snow-capped mountains.

But in the midst of the wind and snow, a figure dressed in white came towards them, but their face could not be seen clearly.

He is the king of this snowy mountain!
The evil spirit born from the wind and snow!

Every winter, his abilities will be greatly enhanced!
But after winter, he can only hide in the snowy mountains and feed on the snow monsters born every winter to sustain himself throughout the year, so that his Taoism will not weaken with the passing of the four seasons.

"Since the master does not eat the Wanshou Zhenjun, why do you, a boy who raises medicine, have to take the master's token and scare this ancient demon king?"

Snow King said softly: "This old turtle has been hiding since he escaped by chance that year. He has always been timid. This time he wanted to rob the blessings of the ancient immortal's will, so he took the risk to come out! Now the formation he has fallen into sleep again has not been rebuilt yet, and he is most afraid of your traces..."

"Not long ago, when he heard that you had eaten the Holy Lord, he was relieved. He thought that you were full for the time being and could not eat the Holy Lord."

"Now you are not hiding anything, holding the token of the Lord, and walking through His territory in a swaggering manner. Aren't you going to scare Him crazy?"

Following the voice of the Great Snow Demon King.

The boy who was raising the medicine couldn't help but laugh and said, "If He gets scared, what will happen?"

The Snow Demon King thought for a moment and said, "He plans to cooperate with the Demon Realm to attack the Three Prefectures and take action against the Saint Master! When you come, He will definitely recall the demons in this 8,000-mile forbidden land and gather them into a battle formation..."

"The great formation of Wanshou Zhenjun has been passed down from ancient times to the present day. It is not powerful enough for attacking, but it is enough for protecting an area."

"Even if you personally take action to break this formation, I'm afraid you will have to pay a price."

At this point, the Snow Demon King pondered and said, "I don't understand. You can clearly hide your traces, so why do you have to show your aura and alarm Master Wanshou? If he shrinks into a tortoise shell, won't it be more difficult for you to eat him in the future?"

The herbalist boy said with a smile: "If his formation is complete, it will be difficult for you to break this tortoise shell."

“But when he formed the great formation, I believe that you must have already eliminated all the good and evil thoughts of the current Saint Lord, and his Taoism must have improved. By then, it will not be difficult to break the tortoise shell and eat him.”

Following the words of the medicine-raising boy, the Snow Demon King fell into silence.

Although after some time, the herbalist will be sure to break the turtle shell.

But if we don't disturb Wanshou Zhenjun, there will be no tortoise shell.

Why do you have to criticize Wanshou Zhenjun?
As a medicine boy, instead of reducing the difficulty for the herbalist, you added to it. Aren't you afraid of being punished?
The herb-raising boy blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "If I say that it was the adults' intention, after all, as a human being, he can't bear to see sentient beings suffer, do you believe it?"

The Snow Demon was silent for a moment, then said, "No one can guess what your master is thinking."

"Hahaha……"

Hearing this, the herb-raising boy laughed heartily, clapped his hands and said, "Beat the Wanshou Master, of course, to ask him to recall the evil spirits in the forbidden area of ​​8,000 miles, and save the three prefectures from suffering a disaster!"

He pointed to the east and said, "My Lord, you think that with the presence of the Wutong Goddess, the calamity is not heavy enough to cause a wave. The wave will be suppressed and the next wave will erupt at the same time, which will be a huge wave!"

"Is that sir going to start a huge catastrophe?" The Snow Demon hesitated.

"Of course! If the disaster is not big enough, how can people grow?" The boy nodded.

"He never takes the initiative to stir up any trouble. He only shows up when planting herbs or picking herbs. He even leaves the task of 'raising herbs' to you." The Snow Demon pondered and asked in a low voice: "So... who does the Lord want to help grow this time? The next generation of Saint Lord?"

"It will take too long for the new Saint Master to grow up! The one who is most qualified to become the next great medicine is naturally the Saint Master of the current era!"

The herbalist boy said quietly, "But the Saint Master is not strong enough now, we have to wait for some time!"

"Wait until he becomes a martial saint on earth?" asked the Snow Demon.

"Human Martial Saint?" The boy shook his head and said, "No, that's not enough!"

"Not enough?" The Snow Demon hesitated and said, "Even if he has the great luck of the human race, it would probably take a hundred years of accumulation to give birth to a trace of Dao rhyme."

"A hundred years is too long. My Lord cannot wait." The herbalist shook his head slightly and said, "That's why we have to give him a chance."

"Opportunity?" The Snow Demon was a little surprised.

"Only in adversity can one grow. This is opportunity!"

The herbalist sighed and said, "When he is almost grown up, the Wutong Goddess will surely be satisfied and be able to let go of her worries, abandon the human race of the time, and try her best to build the cave heaven."

"When that time comes, the Lord will be born again, eat up the True Lord Wanshou, drive away the evil spirits within 8,000 miles, and wreak havoc on the land of the three prefectures!"

"Only this kind of pressure can allow the Saint Master to break that final boundary!"

As he spoke, the boy's eyes were somewhat dazed and his face was full of expectation. He whispered, "When that time comes, this Saint Master will definitely be the best immortal medicine that I will ever offer to you in my lifetime!"

"If this medicine can be made, it will probably be enough to allow you to cross the last step and become the first true god since the ancient times!"

He slowly stretched out his slender hand, touched the head of the Great Snow Demon King, and said with emotion: "My Lord has already designated you as the last great medicine. At the critical moment, if my Lord is not strong enough, I will ask you to fill in!"

"But if the great medicine of the human race's Saint Master can succeed, even if it doesn't eat you, it will be enough!"

"In order to save your life, I have been thinking about the strategy I proposed to you for a long time."

The medicine-raising boy was full of doting, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction.

The Snow Demon was silent for a moment, and then he heard the tender voice of the medicine-raising boy. He spoke in a joyful tone, but with even colder words.

"If I can save you, you will be the first great medicine in my life in the future..."

The medicine-raising boy said with a grin.

"If you want to collect herbs, I can't resist! But you are just a boy..."

The Snow Demon spoke in a cold tone, "You are nothing more than an empty shell that He prepared... If He becomes a true god, you will be His disciple who inherits His lineage! If He loses His path to becoming a god, you will be His new body to save His life!"

"So, we have to make the Saint Master grow up as quickly as possible..."

The herb-raising boy gently stroked the snow demon's head and said softly, "We have no room to resist. We can only let the Saint Master grow into a great herb as soon as possible so that the Lord can ascend to heaven in one step. Only in this way can you and I survive! As for the future, whether I eat you or you eat me, it depends on our own ability..."

He sighed softly and said gently: "You need to accumulate more. In the next winter, cover the three prefectures with endless snow and cold, and add a layer of rich soil to the Saint Master to help me cultivate his immortal medicine!"

(End of this chapter)