Chapter 54: Farming is like living the life of our ancestors "Master." Looking at Jiajing approaching, Lu Fang raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, pointed to the earth pit in front of him, and said: "As the master ordered, it is four and a half feet long and wide, and about two feet deep. Please take a look, master." "That's right." Jiajing looked at the hole, nodded, and something moved in his mind. He took out another talisman, and this time after injecting spiritual energy into it, he injected it into his body. "Just wait here." After instructing Lu Fang, Jiajing's body slowly sank into the ground and then disappeared. Seeing this scene, Lu Fang was stunned and trembling all over. “Flying into the sky and hiding in the ground?! This is the legendary method of the immortals! The master has really mastered it, succeeded!” "True Lord Feiyuan, Emperor Zhongxiao, Emperor Wanshou..." Lu Fang kept repeating in his heart and began to pray. Well, he didn't know what he should pray for at the moment, but he always felt that he should say something in his heart to show respect. What Jiajing used was naturally not the magical powers of immortals.
He used a low-grade five-element talisman that could allow one to escape underground. In Sifang City, the Five Elements Talismans are sold in packages, and if you buy small packages, they are not expensive. Generally, there are three types: small package, medium package and large package, and the quality of each package is also different. A small pack of five-element talismans contains two each, a total of ten pieces, and the price is seven taels of spiritual energy per pack. A medium pack contains twenty pieces, and the price is twenty-four taels of spiritual energy per pack. A large pack contains thirty-five pieces, and the price is forty-nine taels of spiritual energy. Things like the Five Elements Talismans are the most essential things on the road to becoming an immortal. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will have some on hand. Jiajing is not a casual cultivator. The sect has a great Jindan cultivator in charge. He is also a high-ranking elder of the sect. There is no need for him to run around like a casual cultivator, as he could get into danger if he is not careful. So, just buy a small package of Five Elements Talismans and use them. A two-meter-high pale yellow spiritual film attached to Jiajing, and his body continued to move downwards. Everywhere you look, it's the color of soil, with some stones and bone fragments, the nests of underground animals, and so on. A nest of black rats were so scared when they saw Jiajing suddenly appear that they ran wildly in the hole. Looking at these "debris" underground, Jiajing had an idea and shot out a fire talisman. The next moment, all the "clutter" in sight was cleared away. About a quarter of an hour later, Jiajing stopped at a distance of twenty feet underground, then took out the forbidden talisman and injected it into the ground, completely isolating the land below twenty feet underground. This is also done to prevent the leakage of spiritual energy from the spiritual objects that will be planted later. These twenty feet of land will gradually be assimilated into spiritual soil, and the roots and rhizomes of the spiritual objects will take root in it. After doing all this, Jiajing returned to the ground. Then a forbidden talisman appeared in his hand and spiritual energy was injected into it. Under Lu Fang's gaze, the talisman turned into a clear stream of water and sank into the pit. In an instant, spiritual energy surged. A strong storm of spiritual energy surged out of the pit and came straight towards them, causing Lu Fang and Jiajing's robes to flutter. However, Lu Fang was swallowing it greedily. This thing is a good one. He has been eating and drinking from his master quite a lot these days. Of course, I am very familiar with spiritual energy.
“This spiritual energy is completely different from the spiritual spring that the master used to cook spiritual rice these days. It is much richer!” Feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by the water flow after the talisman was activated, Lu Fang was secretly shocked. "These are the spiritual springs that I mixed with spiritual sources. They are naturally different from the spiritual springs used for eating and cooking rice these days." Jiajing saw Lu Fang's expression and explained casually. In order to successfully cultivate a spiritual field in the imperial palace, he had made sufficient preparations to ensure that nothing could go wrong! Everything was ready. After the spiritual spring moistened the hole, Jiajing waved his hand, signaling Lu Fang to step back. "Swish!" With a wave of his hand, a willow sapling as tall as a person was seen being slowly lifted and placed into the pit. "A willow sapling?" After seeing the object his master took out, Lu Fang was stunned, then shook his head slightly, thinking to himself: "No, the willow sapling in the master's hand is definitely not an ordinary thing!" "This light fragrance is a bit like the smell of the magical rice that the master gave me before... This is a 'fairy tree'!" Lu Fang's guess was correct. This was indeed not an ordinary tree, but a spiritual tree growing in the spiritual field in the back mountain of the "Da Ming Xian Zong". The spiritual fields are located on the spiritual veins. Before formal planting, the spiritual fields must be cultivated just like ordinary land. Song Xinchai pulled out all the spiritual herbs and saplings because they were useless! If they were left to grow in the spiritual field, they would compete with other spiritual plants for nutrients, just like weeds. However, these things that were regarded as weeds and trees in the world of cultivation were regarded as treasures by Jiajing the first time he saw them. If these things were placed in the Ming Dynasty, they would definitely be spiritual objects. So he immediately asked for a spiritual tree sapling and some spiritual herbs with intact roots and stems from Song Xinchai. The reason was simple. After all, his own residence and yard also needed some decorations. They are just some worthless things, so Song Xinchai naturally wouldn't care about them. If Jiajing likes them, then let him do as he pleases. Not only that, considering that the roots and rhizomes of some spiritual herbs might be damaged, he personally rolled up more than a dozen bags of them with soil and grass for Jiajing. As for explaining the whereabouts of these spiritual herbs and trees after returning, it is actually very simple. Just say that they were not planted well and died. For others, these are not worth mentioning at all. Looking at the willow sapling and the moist spiritual soil wrapped around its lush roots, Jiajing carefully placed it into the hole, and then took out some spiritual soil from the storage bag and poured it into the hole. "Huh," he exhaled lightly, feeling the faint spiritual energy that began to fill the small courtyard. Jiajing was secretly satisfied, and at the same time he couldn't help but sigh: "The storage bag is too small. Otherwise, it could hold a whole yard of spiritual soil. Next time, I can get a bigger storage bag, buy a few more, fill them all with spiritual soil, and transport them to Daming..." As soon as this idea came up, Jiajing suddenly felt that this idea was not impossible. Well, if this experimental spiritual field is successful, we can pour more of it in the future. It can be found everywhere in the world of cultivating immortals, and it is a material that is in great need of the Ming Dynasty. "Master, what should we do next?" After greedily swallowing the spiritual energy, Lu Fang came to Jiajing respectfully and asked. "What's next?" Jiajing said with a smile on his face, and then he waved his hand lightly, and then piles of black cloth bags, more than a dozen bags half a person's height and as thick as water jars, appeared. There are some faintly visible patterns on these black cloth bags, and it is obvious that these bags are not ordinary items. "Open it and take a look." Jiajing gestured to Lu Fang to open the cloth bag. "These bags also have a scent similar to that of the magical rice, but not as strong as that of the 'immortal tree'. There is also a fishy smell of soil..." Thinking of this, Lu Fang untied the bag, and then he was stunned. In the cloth bag, there were bundles of green and juicy grass, as long as a palm, with roots wrapped in wet soil. A closer look revealed that the bundle was about the thickness of an adult's wrist, and each blade of tender grass had two or three side branches. The root was a mud ball about half the size of a fist, wrapped in dense white stems. A stream of spiritual fragrance, accompanied by the fishy smell of soil, wafted towards him, and soon Lu Fang felt his face wet with mist.
It turned out that it was this black bag that was constantly oozing out water mist. No wonder the water vapor and earthy smell were so strong. "Today, we master and servants are going to plant all these spiritual herbs in this yard." Jiajing said, rolling up his sleeves and trouser legs, picking up a bundle of tender grass and walking towards the spiritual sapling. "The master actually wants to plant the grass himself..." Looking at Jiajing squatting under the willow tree and planting carefully, Lu Fang opened his mouth, feeling incredible. "What are you still standing there for? Do you want me to plant this yard with spiritual herbs by myself?" Jiajing, who was squatting under the willow sapling, frowned after planting a spiritual herb, and turned back to shout at Lu Fang. "I know I was wrong. I'll be right there..." Knowing that she had lost her composure, Lu Fang quickly picked up a bundle of spiritual herbs and walked towards Jiajing. "Master, why don't you take a rest and leave these to me. How can you, a noble lady, do such farm work?" Lu Fang felt a little sorry for Jiajing. The master, who had always loved cleanliness and bathed and changed clothes every day before becoming an immortal, now acted like a farmer, rolling up his sleeves and trouser legs and starting to work in the fields with his face to the earth and his back to the sky. Being a slave is really a bad feeling. "Good servant, I understand your intentions," Jiajing said, and casually broke off a piece of tender grass, inserted it into the moist soil next to the root of the willow sapling, and smiled at Lu Fang, saying: "I'm not as delicate as you think. Have you forgotten what our Zhu family's ancestors did for a living? Huh? Farmers!" "Taizu was born a farmer and a cowherd, and Chengzu even lived in a pigsty. The descendants of the Zhu family are not born noble..." "Today, I am living the life of my ancestors, haha..." Jiajing laughed as he spoke. Looking at the carefree Jiajing, Lu Fang sniffed her sour nose and said, "Master has an open mind, I know!" After saying that, he began to plant grass quietly. "..." (End of this chapter)