From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 324 Mountain Rain
"Gududu."

You Ming reached out and manipulated the compass. In the void, a small blue bottle fell from the sky. He opened the bottle cap and drank the liquid inside in one gulp.

He kept dialing the number and drank more than a dozen bottles of liquid in one go before his brain finally calmed down.

This blue bottle is his cheat code for "Wisdom Spring Liquid," also known as "Potion of Wisdom." It's a small blue bottle in the game that can replenish mental energy and also clear the mind, preventing external evil from invading.

In the world of fantasy and martial arts, these kinds of pills that replenish and restore one's spirit are quite rare.

But for You Ming, it's just a matter of dialing a few cheat codes.

You Ming casually put the talisman away; it was rather strange. The mental strain was minor, but the fact that one could easily become addicted to it suggested there was more to it than met the eye.

He decided to devise a complete solution before exploring this thing.

……

Outside the mountain gate, pilgrims thronged and people flowed like a river.

As the incense at Yuanling Mountain grew ever more prosperous, people came not only from nearby counties, but also from surrounding prefectures and counties such as Changning Prefecture and Tai'an Prefecture.

Pilgrims lined up from the foot of the mountain to the steps halfway up, with men and women of all ages carrying offerings and incense bundles.

Along the mountain path, prayer flags fluttered, guiding pilgrims up the mountain.

Throughout the entire Niangniang Temple, the intense golden-red incense smoke soared into the sky, and in places unseen by mortals, the figures of deities could be vaguely seen busily at work, making it an extremely prosperous place.

Amidst the crowd, a young man dressed in ordinary blue clothes stood out. His hair was not tied up with a crown; it was simply tied up with a hemp rope.

Although he was extremely handsome, no one around him gave him a second glance, as if he were just an ordinary tourist.

This person was none other than You Ming.

He restrained his divine will, transformed into human form using his supernatural powers, and walked among the crowd. His pace was neither hurried nor slow, occasionally pausing to gaze at the crane sculptures on both sides of the stone steps, or watching some children playing among the fallen leaves.

A smile graced her face, her eyes revealing a quiet peace and joy.

Near the Niangniang Temple, you can see an old locust tree. Next to the old locust tree is a newly built prayer platform, on which hundreds and thousands of red silk ribbons and wooden plaques are hung, filled with wishes and prayers.

Most people pray for children and safety, while a small number pray for the health of their family members, or for blessings of success in their careers or wealth.

You Ming's gaze swept over these inscriptions, a faint warmth flashing in his eyes.

Between his brows, a third eye of Dharma faintly appeared. In an instant, he seemed to see figures praying devoutly through these wooden plaques and words.

With a mere thought, the countless incense sticks rising above the temple evaporated, transforming into a powerful force of vows, which then, like a downpour, seeped into the wooden plaques.

Those who, upon examination by other deities, are found to have committed no great evil in their lives and to have been devout in their worship, will have their wishes fulfilled.

Of course, as for wishes like being blessed with success or getting rich, You Ming could only say that they were worshipping the wrong gods, and he couldn't help them with those things.

Inside the temple, all the gods, servants, and temple keepers felt something at that moment.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of the Lord of Yuanling Mountain, he quietly put down his work and waited respectfully to the side.

After sorting out his wishes, You Ming gently raised his hand, his fingertips like plucking the strings of a zither, and with just one pluck, he stirred the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The spiritual energy within the grotto gathered and mingled with the incense offerings from the temple, instantly condensing into water vapor that transformed into a misty drizzle in the air.

Like mist and gauze, warm and smooth as jade, it quietly sprinkles onto every inch of Yuanling Mountain.

Although it suddenly rained, the rain was not cold. It seeped into people's bodies in an instant, and their clothes were not even soaked. Many pilgrims, who had squeezed through the crowds for half a day and climbed thousands of steps, felt refreshed and their joints felt light after being drenched by the rain.

Occasionally, one or two practitioners would appear in the crowd, and they would feel that their minds were clear and their spiritual realm was subtly improving.

These cultivators were astonished, never expecting that the Lord of Yuanling Mountain was not only highly skilled but also so generous in his actions.

This unexpected rain, falling neither during a festival nor a holiday, has been bestowed upon us.

As expected, the world of wealthy cultivators is beyond the comprehension of insignificant figures like them.

This timely rain covered the entire area of ​​Yuanling Mountain.

The spirit beasts and trees in the mountains rejoiced, some strange beasts clapped their hands and roared in the mountains, the vegetation in the valley became more and more lush, and even the branches and leaves swayed slightly. Even the carp in the wishing pool leaped up one after another, their scales shining as brightly as rainbows.

Everyone is enjoying this opportunity.

"You should quickly activate the technique, draw spiritual energy into your bodies, and refine it into magical power."

"I see that the mountain lord is in a good mood today, and such an opportunity may be hard to come by in the future."

In a valley deep within Yuanling Mountain, an old man resembling a farmer sat cross-legged on a reclining ox rock, holding a wooden cane, and spoke softly.

Before him, however, were some animals, some kneeling, some sitting cross-legged.

This old man is, of course, Zhou Dacheng.

He was instructed by Youming to guide spirit beasts, spirit trees and other strange creatures in the mountains to cultivate, and it has been almost half a year now.

Believe it or not, even though Zhou Dacheng spent his whole life as a farmer, he only embarked on the path of spiritual practice in his old age.

However, he was quite shrewd and methodical in his actions.

For example, he guided intelligent animals to cultivate, and even specially categorized them and established different cultivation methods.

For example, deer, raccoon dogs, tigers, and leopards learn the art of absorbing qi and transforming it into form; birds such as eagles, hawks, geese, and pigeons are taught the method of flying and riding the wind; as for aquatic creatures such as crabs, shrimps, and water snakes, they practice the technique of cleansing the spirit and transforming the breath.

On the first and fifteenth of each month, he would personally hold a sermon to enlighten these wild beasts.

Of course, he would also tell these beasts that all of this was the blessing of the mountain lord, and that they should go and worship the gods of the mountain in their spare time.

After all, Youming was raising these little monsters in the hope of obtaining a source of offerings, not because he was actually doing charity.

These little monsters, though still somewhat naive, have shown initial promise under Zhou Dacheng's guidance.

Although the amount of incense produced now is not large, as long as their quantity increases, the future potential is still quite considerable.

"Yes."

Hearing Zhou Dacheng's words, the group of little demons were overjoyed, but they suppressed their emotions and silently began to cultivate.

A blue-spotted deer knelt beneath an ancient pine tree, its four hooves as steady as a rock, slowly inhaling and exhaling spiritual energy. A point of spiritual light between its brows rose and fell with its breath, like a small blue lamp flickering faintly.

A little further away, a crane with a body as white as snow stood on a rock with a prominent, rugged shape. Its eyes were slightly closed, and wisps of light rose around its body. As it slowly spread its wings, these wisps of light whistled and roared.

In the pond at the center of the valley, several red-clawed crabs and green shrimp lay on lotus leaves, their pincers clenched like copper hammers. They closed their eyes and focused their energy, and complex patterns appeared on their shells. With the circulation of their magical power, a faint surge of blood energy could be seen.

The mountains were serene, and all the animals were quietly cultivating themselves.

(End of this chapter)