Calabash Fairy

The next day, at the Qingfeng Mountain Secret Realm.

This secret realm is the abode of the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain. The space is only about two hundred feet in circumference, but it is full of vitality, with incense burning and spiritual energy flowing continuously.

Within the secret realm, stone pots, stone chairs, stone tables, stone beds, and other items were all readily available. In the center was a spiritual field, half of which was planted with over a hundred spiritual flowers and herbs, and four spiritual root fruit trees, while the other half remained empty.

At this moment, Fang Yan stood in front of the spirit field, gazing at the seed containing spiritual power in his hand. As a faint golden light flashed in his eyes, a message naturally appeared in Fang Yan's mind.

[Spiritual Enlightenment Tea Seed: It needs to be planted in a place rich in spiritual energy. After it grows, it flowers once every three years and matures once every three years. After drinking it, it can make the mind clear and improve comprehension for a period of time. Long-term drinking can slightly strengthen the soul.]

This is one of his innate talents: comprehension.

Anything in the world that he focuses his attention on can reveal information about it. He awakened this talent the night the moonlight shone like golden threads, and over the years, his knowledge of this talent has helped him countless times.

It is said that there was an ancient mythical beast called Bai Ze, which was born with knowledge of all things and all knowledge in the world. Perhaps his talent for knowledge is somewhat similar to that of Bai Ze.

"Most of the spiritual roots and herbs that Junheng sent this time are ordinary, but this is the first time I have ever seen it. It is much better than the spiritual materials planted in the spiritual fields now."

"With the abundant spiritual energy of the Qingfeng Secret Realm, there should be no problem in meeting the growth needs of this spiritual seed."

With a flick of his wrist, Fang Yan sent the spirit seed swiftly falling into the soil.

Gather Spirits!

Fang Yan's body was filled with spiritual energy, and without him making any move, a refreshing breeze full of vitality suddenly rose from all directions, and the surrounding spiritual energy quickly gathered above the spiritual seed, condensing into a cloud of spiritual energy.

Transform into rain!

When the spiritual energy in the cloud gathered to a certain extent, the cloud suddenly surged. After a moment, a burst of life-filled raindrops, formed from pure spiritual energy, began to fall, seeping into the spiritual field and nourishing the spiritual seeds.

If he were to unleash these two spells with all his might, he could cause spiritual energy to gather rapidly within a hundred miles, or he could cause water vapor to rise within a hundred miles, resulting in a torrential downpour.

Cultivating a spirit seed naturally doesn't require such a grand display; after only a few breaths, the cloud of spiritual energy began to slowly dissipate.

Fang Yan sensed the life force budding in the soil, a smile appearing on his face, and murmured:

"Next, all we have to do is wait for the Lingwu tea tree to mature. Fortunately, the one thing I don't lack right now is time."

Just then, Fang Yan suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, and with a thought, he appeared in front of the gourd statue in the mountain god temple.

As the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain, he could see and hear everything that happened within a radius of four hundred miles around Qingfeng Mountain, including the group of people who were climbing the mountain.

Junheng, who was snoring on the temple roof, opened his eyes slightly, but after noticing anything unusual, he fell asleep again.

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On the Qingfeng Mountain dirt road, a group of five people from Xiahe Village were walking slowly.

Even though they knew that the mountain god would protect them and that they would not be attacked by wild animals on Qingfeng Mountain, the two young men still habitually protected the two elderly people and the little girl in the center, and carefully made their way forward.

Yang Dongdong walked at the front, carrying a lot of fruits and vegetables on his back.

Unlike the offerings to the gods passed down by the elders, the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain once decreed that if one were to make offerings, only a few fruits and three sticks of incense would suffice; meat such as beef, mutton, and pork was not required.

When this story reached Xiahe Village, it was seen as a symbol of the mountain god's benevolence, which made the villagers worship him even more devoutly.

Little did they know, ever since Fang Yan was reincarnated as a gourd, he had lost interest in all of this...

For him, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon every day, occasionally eating spiritual fruits from the mountain, and drinking some mountain spring water were the most comfortable things.

Of these five people, besides the three from the Yang family, the other two were Granny Zhang from the east of the village and her eight-year-old granddaughter, Qiu'er, whom she depended on for survival.

Five days ago, Qiu'er, a little girl, was accidentally bitten by a venomous snake while playing outside. That same day, her face turned pale, her forehead became hot, and she became delirious, falling ill and never recovering.

However, since no one knew which kind of venomous snake had bitten the girl, they dared not use any medicine.

Having no other option, Granny Zhang went up the mountain that very night to kneel and pray to the mountain god to save her granddaughter's life.

Fortunately, the mountain god appeared to help. As soon as Granny Zhang raised her head while kneeling in worship, she found a green pill, as green as jade, in front of her.

And this pill, as she had hoped, cured her granddaughter.

In the village chief's words, if there had been any delay, Qiu'er, even if she had been saved, would probably have been burned into a mentally impaired state...

Before long, the group of five traveled together and arrived at the mountain god temple on the mountaintop. They then took out offerings, lit incense, and respectfully made offerings before the gourd god statue.

"Merciful and benevolent mountain god, thank you for saving my granddaughter's life. I will devoutly worship you day and night..."

Fang Yan looked at the five people in front of him. As the old woman knelt down sincerely, the incense in the temple became even stronger.

Just then, golden specks of light emerged from the incense smoke filling the temple, gathered in front of Fang Yan, transformed into a hazy golden light, and quickly entered his body before disappearing.

This shimmering golden light is the seventh merit he has gained here.

Although Fang Yan had a mission from Heaven to accomplish, he was not in a hurry to accumulate merit.

Having finally been reborn, he had no interest in setting goals for himself or striving for "performance." Not to mention that the Heavenly Dao missions had no time limit, merit was something that could not be sought after.

In the years since he became the mountain god, villagers from the foot of the mountain often came up to him for help. Some asked him to save lives and ask for his blessing, while others did so for their own selfish desires.

Human hearts are complex, and as the mountain god, he must be able to distinguish right from wrong. If these people sincerely plead for help, and it is beyond human power to do so, and they have done good deeds, he will not hesitate to lend a helping hand.

The simplest and most straightforward logic is that since he, the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain, has accepted the offerings and incense from the villagers, he will protect them.

Like that couple from a few days ago, those who act out of selfish desires should naturally be kicked out!

As for the rest, let nature take its course.

Fang Yan looked at the five people in front of him. The four adults were devoutly making offerings, while the little girl next to Granny Zhang, although she was bowing with the adults, had a pair of bright and curious eyes that kept wandering around the mountain god temple.

Each time I looked up at the left side of the mountain god statue, a look of curiosity and doubt would flash in my eyes.

"There seems to be something there... but there's nothing there... How strange..."

"Um?"

Fang Yan heard the girl's thoughts and looked at Qiu'er with some surprise.

The direction the other person was looking was exactly where he was standing, but as the mountain god, if he didn't want to, these mortal villagers would certainly not be able to see him.

Fang Yan looked at Qiu'er with a faint spiritual light in his eyes, and saw that she was exuding an extremely weak and imperceptible spiritual energy.

"Is this what they mean by someone with spirituality and the aptitude for cultivation?"

Fang Yan murmured to himself, finding it amusing, but did not make any other move.

Old Mrs. Zhang came to the mountain god temple only to fulfill a vow for herself and her granddaughter. After praying, she pulled Qiu'er, who was still somewhat reluctant to leave, out of the mountain god temple.

Yang Dongdong and his third brother also came out together, leaving only the village chief Yang Sheng to worship in the mountain god temple.

Yang Sheng knelt on the ground, holding three sticks of incense in his hands, and respectfully said:

"Mountain God, I, Yang Sheng, have a request."

"speak."

Hearing the authoritative voice in his mind, Yang Sheng lowered his body even further, but felt a slight sense of relief.

"Mountain God, all the more than two thousand people in Xiahe Village have been blessed by you. My three sons were even saved by you. Your kindness to us is as heavy as a mountain, and we have no way to repay you."

"After much thought, I can only humbly beg you, the Mountain God, to grant me permission to compile your great kindness and virtue into a book, to pass it on to future generations, and to spread your holy name far and wide."

"This is my only wish, my humble servant, to do for you, the Mountain God..."

As Yang Sheng spoke sincerely, he took out the book he had compiled from his bosom, held it up with both hands, and bowed his head deeply.

Fang Yan watched this scene in silence. He could tell that the old man's respect and gratitude towards him were genuine.

Back then, the Yang family only had four male members. Apart from Yang Sheng, who was still old at home, the other three young men would have likely perished in the wolf's jaws if they hadn't met him.

At that time, the Yang family line will end...

Yang Sheng saw this very clearly, and the more frightened he felt, the more grateful he became to him. It was also he who single-handedly facilitated and arranged the establishment of the mountain god temple.

Fang Yan sighed softly and sent out a thought.

"Can."

Upon hearing the authoritative voice in his mind, Yang Sheng's deeply lowered face immediately revealed a relieved smile.

"Thank you, Lord Mountain God."

What Fang Yan didn't notice at that moment was that, as his voice faded, the incense burning on Qingfeng Mountain seemed to undergo a subtle, almost imperceptible change...