Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

Boom boom boom!

Someone knocked on the gate of the mortuary.

Over at the morgue, Wencai was carrying a bundle of incense sticks to place on the offering table when he heard the noise and immediately looked up.

"Who is it?"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

There was no answer from outside the door, only two more knocks.

dong dong——

Wen Cai frowned, put the incense sticks on the table, dusted off the ash from his hands, and slowly walked towards the door.

Footsteps echoed through the front yard.

squeak-

He opened the gate of the mortuary.

A middle-aged Taoist priest stood outside the door.

The person wore a red headscarf, a green jacket, and a purple short skirt. Several copper bells were tied around their waist, making their attire extremely eye-catching.

When Wen Cai saw him, his brows immediately furrowed.

This person is dressed so strangely.

But then, a sudden realization flashed in Wen Cai's eyes.

He remembered!

When the people on the street were discussing the ritual at Beiqinghe, they mentioned that the Taoist priest from Lushan was dressed like this.

The person in front of me is most likely that Taoist Chen.

Upon recognizing the man, Wen Cai immediately became wary. His expression hardened, and he blocked the doorway, asking, "Who are you? What are you doing at the mortuary?"

Chen Bingwen glanced at Wencai, then looked past him and swept his gaze into the mortuary.

"I've come to find Lin Xuan."

His voice was a little hoarse, and his complexion wasn't very good.

In fact, earlier, Chen Bingwen had taken a stroll around the pier.

He wanted to borrow a boat to go out and take a look, but the security team members stopped him.

Before he could even begin to explain, the surrounding people swarmed around him and began to berate him.

Then, Awei arrived, full of sarcastic and sarcastic remarks.

If it weren't for the team member saying that he could only go into the river with orders from Master Lin and Captain Wei, he would have turned around and left immediately.

However, after his investigation, his heart sank to the bottom.

There really are water ghosts in the river!

Moreover, he was at the peak of the Warlock realm!

But when he investigated yesterday, the other party was clearly only at the early stage of warlock, how did he become a perfect warlock now?

Could it be a newly appeared water ghost?

The thought was immediately dismissed; the two water ghosts shared the same origin, clearly indicating that they were one!

Now that the water ghost has grown to the same level as him and has taken full advantage of the water, he can no longer deal with it alone. If he is not careful, he will be in trouble.

Having exhausted all other options, he had no choice but to seek out Lin Xuan to see if the other party could resolve the matter.

Amidst sighs and disdain, he left the dock dejectedly, asking around until he finally found the mortuary.

……

At the entrance of the mortuary.

Wencai remained blocking the door, showing no intention of moving aside.

He stared at Chen Bingwen, sizing him up, and asked, "What do you want with my senior brother?"

Chen Bingwen snapped out of his thoughts and said in a deep voice, "I want to discuss the matter of the water ghost in Beiqing River with him."

Upon hearing this, Wencai became even more vigilant.

He gripped the door panel tighter and shook his head, saying, "You don't need to worry about that."

"My senior brother will go to Beiqing River tomorrow morning to get rid of that water ghost."

"If you want to see him, come back tomorrow."

After speaking, Wencai glanced at him again.

In Wencai's opinion, this Taoist priest Chen had come at the worst possible time.

A boatload of people died on the Beiqing River, and the townspeople are all cursing him.

What if someone comes to find their senior brother at this time just to shift the blame onto him?

Wencai certainly couldn't let this happen.

He may be timid, but he's also often not very bright.

But when it comes to his own senior brother, he can still tell the difference between what's important and what's not.

Chen Bingwen frowned, his eyes fixed on Wen Cai.

Wen Cai felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but he still forced himself to straighten his chest and said defiantly, "Alright, alright, I've made myself clear. Now you should leave, I'm closing the door."

As he spoke, he was about to close the door.

Snapped!

Just then, Chen Bingwen raised one hand and firmly braced it against the door.

Wen Cai strained with all his might but couldn't budge an inch. His expression immediately changed: "What do you think you're doing?! Trying to force your way into the mortuary in broad daylight?!"

Chen Bingwen took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of sincerity, "Young man, I'm not here to cause trouble."

"I just want to humbly ask your senior brother about the water ghost of the Beiqing River."

At this point, a bitter and regretful look appeared on his face.

"The deaths in Beiqinghe are indeed my fault for not being skilled enough."

"It was my arrogance and misjudgment yesterday that caused Boss Wang and his team to suffer this undeserved disaster."

"Right now, I just want to do my part to avenge Boss Wang and his gang, and to put this matter to rest in peace so I can have some peace of mind."

Wen Cai's expression shifted slightly upon hearing his humble tone.

He had initially thought Chen Bingwen was there to pick a fight, but now, seeing the other man's dejected appearance, it seemed as if he genuinely wanted to apologize.

Wen Cai hesitated for a moment, loosened his grip a little, and opened the door a crack.

"Alright, then come in with me."

After saying that, he added with concern, "But my senior brothers are practicing their skills right now, so don't disturb them when you go in."

Chen Bingwen quickly clasped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you."

He then followed Wencai into the mortuary.

As soon as Chen Bingwen stepped into the front yard, he heard a low chanting coming from the direction of the back yard.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear.

Each word seemed to come on the wind, with its own rhythm and cadence, carrying a strange melody.

Chen Bingwen was already feeling agitated, as if a stone was stuck in his chest.

But after listening quietly for a few minutes, he felt his anxiety gradually subside.

My chaotic thoughts calmed down a bit.

A strange light flashed in his eyes.

The sound of chanting scriptures alone can soothe people's hearts.

This Lin Xuan is indeed quite capable!

Before long, the two arrived at the backyard.

Chen Bingwen looked up.

In the backyard, a vast expanse of farmland had been cultivated.

The field ridges are neat, and the soil is moist.

Glutinous rice, soybeans, mugwort, calamus and other plants are scattered throughout the well, and a small statue of a deity is placed beside it.

Beside the farmland, a young Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged.

The man was tall and handsome, with his eyes slightly closed, constantly reciting scriptures.

Not far from him sat another young man.

The person also had their eyes closed, as if they were practicing along with the chanting of scriptures.

Chen Bingwen glanced at him twice and immediately recognized the composed and handsome young Taoist priest as Lin Xuan.

Wen Cai looked around and dragged a crooked stool from the corner of the wall, then casually placed it aside.

"Just sit here and wait." He lowered his voice, his tone tinged with reluctance. "Remember, don't say anything out of line, don't move around, and don't disturb my senior brother."

Chen Bingwen nodded: "Thank you, young man, I will definitely keep quiet."

After he carefully sat down, his gaze involuntarily swept towards the backyard.

This was the first time he had ever seen farmland being cultivated in a mortuary!

This Lin Xuan is so young, yet in his spare time from cultivation, he actually likes to till the fields like an old farmer?

What puzzled him was why the other person was sitting in the middle of the farmland chanting scriptures.

Could there be some spiritual vein node beneath this field, allowing one to cultivate by drawing upon the earth's energy through scriptures?

Or is it that doing it this way is more in line with nature?

How can I get into the zone better?

The more Chen Bingwen looked at it, the stranger it seemed.

But just as his gaze was wandering, it suddenly stopped on a large water vat by the well!

He saw the exotic blood lotus growing in the water vat!

The lotus plant was rooted in the water, its leaves broad, with fine blood-red veins visible between them.

The petals are half-closed, their color not flamboyant, yet they exude a very special vitality.

Chen Bingwen's pupils suddenly contracted.

Spiritual plants!

This is actually a spiritual plant!

He instinctively wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but the thought that this was someone else's territory flashed through his mind, and he stopped in his tracks.

However, even from this distance, he could still feel a warm and moist scent rushing towards him.

The aura was like the essence of purified water veins—cool, moisturizing, and carrying a faint vitality.

Chen Bingwen subconsciously stood up, craned his neck, and looked into the water.

Upon seeing this, I was startled once again.

He sensed that the water contained a faint trace of yin energy!

Moreover, this yin energy is completely different from the turbid yin energy on ghosts and demons.

It's very clean!

It was like cool, yin energy naturally condensed from the depths of the water veins, so pure that it could almost be used to worship the water deities.

Chen Bingwen's throat bobbed, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

Where did Lin Xuan get such a good thing?

For the Lushan Sect, this water could be used as an offering to appease the water deities and even assist in the cultivation of water-related magic.

But Lin Xuan... actually used it to grow a lotus flower and two water plants?

Even if that lotus is a spiritual plant, a mutated variety, it still can't compare to the essence of Yin water, right?

What a waste!

Just as Chen Bingwen was muttering to himself, a slight ripple suddenly came from the farmland not far away.

hum-

The unremarkable tortoise statue by the well suddenly shone with a dazzling pale blue light!

A hazy, thick mist rose from the old wellhead, surrounding the statue as if it were draped in a thin layer of water vapor.

Chen Bingwen suddenly turned his head to look.

The deity statue, seated atop the tortoise, had faint blue light flowing between its robes and the patterns on its shell.

The next moment, the blue light rose from the statue and slowly landed on Lin Xuan's head.

At this moment, Lin Xuan, who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, suddenly heard a clear system notification sound in his mind.

[As you continue reciting the *Huangting Jing*, the sutra's meaning cleanses and refines the image of the Water Palace Tortoise, removing all remaining impurities from its form.]

The Well God has sensed your presence and bestows blessings upon you!

[Water Mansion Passage Proficiency Greatly Increased, Current Level: Lv5 (Gray).]

[Proficiency in the *Huang Ting Jing* +500.]

[The level of the *Huang Ting Jing* has been increased; current level: Lv2 (White).]

As the system notification appeared.

A profound realization suddenly arose in Lin Xuan's mind.

That realization was like a cool, refreshing breeze, flowing from between the eyebrows into the sea of ​​consciousness, and then sinking into the five internal organs.

The next moment, the methods of visualizing the left and right kidney spirits surged in his mind.

In a daze, Lin Xuan seemed to see the two kidneys inside his body.

The left kidney was enveloped in white light, with pure energy swirling around it.

The right kidney appears as if water vapor has condensed, indicating a stable and steady vital energy.

Two blurry divine figures appeared in the left and right kidneys respectively.

Left Kidney Spirit, Spring Essence True.

The right kidney spirit is like the earth without form.

As soon as the two divine figures appeared, Lin Xuan felt a cool sensation rising between his waist and kidneys.

That cool sensation flowed throughout my body, passing through my limbs, bones, and meridians, making my internal organs clear and transparent.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of vital energy gushed out from deep within the kidneys.

The vital energy instantly transforms into surging Dao Qi, flowing and expanding along the meridians throughout the body!

Lin Xuan's robes fluttered and rustled even though there was no wind!

In the backyard, the glutinous rice leaves swayed in unison, the soybean sprouts rustled, and the spiritual water in the water tank by the well rippled in circles!

Even the calamus sword grass emitted a faint sword-like sound!

Lin Xuan's aura rose steadily.

The initial bottleneck for Taoist practitioners crumbled instantly under the onslaught of this primordial energy!

boom--

An invisible wave of energy spread out from Lin Xuan's body, stirring up the dust on the ground and blowing it in all directions!

Mid-stage Taoist!

Despite breaking through his cultivation level, Lin Xuan kept his eyes tightly closed.

The Dao Qi circulated within his body, stabilizing his current state of being.

at the same time,

Qiu Sheng, who was sitting not far from him, was also influenced by the meaning of the scriptures.

The sound of the Huangting Jing being recited in Qiusheng's ears seemed to be amplified infinitely at this moment.

Every word resonated in his mind like a resounding bell.

The level, which had been stuck at the mid-stage of the Warlock realm for a long time, suddenly began to shake violently.

He trembled, and his aura suddenly surged.

The flow of Qi within the body suddenly accelerated.

The next moment, Qiu Sheng's eyes snapped open, filled with disbelief.

Warlock late game!

He actually broke through!

Just then, Wencai returned from the front yard.

He was holding a pot of tea in his hand. As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw Lin Xuan surrounded by Dao Qi, and Qiu Sheng was sitting next to him with a shocked expression.

Wen Cai's eyes suddenly bulged, his eyeballs almost falling into the teapot.

Holy crap!!!

"Senior Brother has broken through?!"

"Second Senior Brother sat for a while...and he broke through too?! That was so easy?!"

He looked down at the teapot in his hand, then at Qiu Sheng sitting cross-legged on the ground, and was completely dumbfounded.

Is chanting sutras with the senior brother really that effective?

It's comparable to swallowing a elixir!

If he had known this would happen, why did he bother serving tea?

He should sit down and listen!

Equally shocked was Chen Bingwen, who was standing beside the water tank.

He looked at Lin Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged, and then at Qiu Sheng, who had just broken through. His pupils contracted sharply, and his expression almost froze.

Divinely inspired!

This is absolutely divine inspiration!

Chen Bingwen was filled with turmoil.

In the Xuanmen (Taoist school), there are various methods of transmitting the Dharma, such as master-disciple transmission, ordination, altar transmission, and dream transmission.

In a very small number of cases, the lineage is descended by the patriarch, deities, or the will of heaven and earth, and is received by the cultivator on the spot.

This kind of inheritance is called divine transmission.

The probability of it occurring is extremely small!

Those who are not of great potential, great fortune, and great spiritual practice are almost never even qualified to meet them.

For an ordinary cultivator, obtaining a sect's secret techniques after a lifetime of arduous practice is already considered a great stroke of luck.

But divine transmission is different.

That was divine favor, a heaven-sent opportunity, the rarest and highest level of inheritance!

The scene before them was clearly the result of Lin Xuan reciting the sutra, which caused the statue of the Well God to resonate with the meaning of the "Huang Ting Jing" and thus he received divine inheritance.

Even more terrifying is that this divine instruction not only enabled Lin Xuan to break through to the next level on the spot.

Even Qiu Sheng, who was sitting next to the sutra listener, was moved by the overflowing Dharma intent and broke through the realm barrier!

What does this tell us?

This shows that the divine transmission Lin Xuan just received was of an extremely high level, with extremely pure Dharma intent, and it could even benefit those around him who were listening to the teachings.

Chen Bingwen's throat went dry, and the pride he held in his heart as a Lushan monk was shattered at that moment.

He originally thought Lin Xuan was just a talented young Taoist priest under Uncle Jiu's tutelage.

But now it seems that the other party is more than just talented?

This is a seed of the Xuanmen (mysterious sect) favored by the gods and endowed with a divine opportunity!

Chen Bingwen subconsciously held his breath and even straightened his posture.