Chapter 381 Spiritual Field (Thanks to the Leader Who Gave the Reward)

Chapter 381 Spiritual Field (Thanks to the leader of the passerby for the reward~)

There are hundreds of occupations in the cultivation of Taoism.

The Kyushu is vast, and the regional customs are different. The cultivators rely on the mountains to make a living, rely on the water to make a living, and make a living by various occupations according to local conditions.

Spiritual farming and planting spiritual rice crops are one of the hundreds of occupations in the cultivation of Taoism.

Tongxian City is mountainous and has no arable land. The spiritual grains and spiritual rice they eat are all bought from a fairy city in the west that makes a living by planting spiritual fields.

Mo Hua has never seen such a large spiritual field in his life.

To the south of Qianjia Town, there are spiritual fields in patches, arranged in a well shape, covering about a hundred hectares.

In the spiritual fields, there are green rice seedlings, and the misty water vapor fills them.

The sky is high, white clouds are wandering, and the rice fields are rich, stretching and open, like an emerald carpet, spreading to the distance.

At the intersection of the blue sky and the spiritual field in the distance, there are mountains covered with clouds and mist.

Mo Hua took a deep breath, the air was clear, his mind was relaxed and happy, his eyes were slightly bright, and he suddenly realized something.

Heaven gives birth to all things, and the earth nourishes all things.

Heaven is the manifestation of the great way, and the earth is the derivative of the great way.

And there are indeed traces of formations between these spiritual fields.

On the ridges of the spiritual fields, there are some hard soil and rocks, and formations are drawn on the soil and rocks.

But these formations are not absolute formations, but simple soil-cultivating formations, used to cultivate spiritual rice and store water vapor.

Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness, and what he sensed were all ordinary soil-cultivating formations, without any special formation aura, which was a bit regrettable.

So he thought about going deeper to find out.

There was a path near the spiritual field. Mo Hua walked along the path for a while, and suddenly frowned.

It was just morning, the morning sun was bright, and there were spiritual farmers working in the fields.

Most of these spiritual farmers were older, their clothes were worn out and covered with mud, their skin was dark and thin, and their fingers were rough and cracked.

They bent over, as if they were being pressed down by something and couldn't breathe.

In the bright morning sun, in the vibrant spiritual field.

These hunched and wooden-looking spiritual farmers seemed out of place.

Mo Hua sighed.

As he walked, he met an old man next to a spiritual field.

The old man should also be a spiritual farmer. He was dry and thin, and there was a trace of despair on his sallow face like a wooden sculpture.

A little grandson followed him, wiping tears with his dirty little hands.

Mo Hua couldn't bear it, so he asked:

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

The old man turned his head woodenly and saw a young monk with a handsome face and clear eyes. He wanted to say something but stopped, and finally could only sigh deeply:

"The field is broken again..."

The voice was full of bitterness and hardship.

Mo Hua was slightly startled and asked worriedly:

"How could the field be damaged?"

The old man pointed to the ridge of the field and said in a hoarse voice:

"The formation is broken. Without the formation, the spiritual field is barren and cannot store water. The crops in the field will dry up, and there will be no harvest this year..."

The old man choked up slightly when he finished speaking.

Mo Hua turned his head and saw that there was indeed a soil-cultivating formation on the ridge that had failed. There were only formation patterns on it, but no spiritual power flowed.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was a big deal...

It was just a soil-cultivating formation with six formation patterns.

"This formation is simple. Let me help you fix it." Mo Hua said.

The old man was stunned, "You...you know the formation?"

The child next to him also looked at Mo Hua eagerly.

Mo Hua nodded modestly and said, "I know a little."

"This formation is very difficult..."

"I just learned it."

The old man saw that although Mo Hua was young, he was calm and confident, so he believed him a little, but he was a little entangled:

"What if it breaks..."

"It's already broken."

The old man was stunned. It was right to think that it was broken anyway, and there was no other way. But the formation was related to his livelihood, so he was still worried.

After hesitating and struggling for a few times, the old man seemed to have given up, so he said dejectedly:

"Little brother, you draw it..."

He really had no other choice.

Mo Hua took out the formation brush and dipped it in ink.

The old man looked slightly surprised. This little monk seemed to be quite capable...

He couldn't help but look expectant.

Then he saw Mo Hua walk to the edge of the field, holding a brush in her small hand, and casually drawing a few strokes, then she raised her head and said to him in a crisp voice:

"It's done."

The old man hadn't come back to his senses yet, and he didn't see what Mo Hua had drawn, so he said in disbelief:

"This...is it done now?"

Took a look, drew a few strokes, and it was fixed?

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "It's very simple."

The old man walked to the edge of the field, looked at the formation, and saw that a pale yellow light was indeed on the formation, and he was still in a dream for a while.

The moisture in the field was also gradually accumulating.

The spiritual rice was no longer withered, and the color was a little green.

The old man couldn't help laughing, and as he laughed, he seemed to think that with the harvest, he and his grandson would not starve to death, and squatted by the field again, wiping his tears.

Mo Hua felt inexplicably sad.

Some cultivators in this world live so humble lives.

Just being able to survive was enough to make him cry with joy...

"Thank you, little brother..."

The old man said solemnly, grateful in his heart, but he had been dealing with fields all his life, and he couldn't say anything nice, so he could only say "thank you".

Mo Hua asked:

"Your formation is broken, didn't you ask someone to repair it?"

The old man said helplessly: "I asked someone to repair it, and it cost ten spirit stones to repair it once, and it broke again, and I repaired it again..."

"In order to cultivate this formation, I put in all the remaining spiritual stones at home, and I still owe the Sun family dozens of spiritual stones... If I continue to cultivate this formation, even if all this year's harvest is paid to the Sun family, I will still have to pay for it. The debt is paid off.”

"Sun family?"

The old man pointed to Qianjia Town, "It's the Sun family, the richest family in the town."

"This formation is passed down from their ancestors. The Sun family said that only they can draw it and only they can practice it. So we can only give them as many spiritual stones as they want."

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Didn't you ask other formation masters to practice it?"

The old man grimaced, "There are no other formation masters in Qianjia Town..."

"The formation masters who occasionally pass by will not help us at all for the sake of the Sun family."

"The Sun family is a local snake, they don't dare to offend..."

Mo Hua's mood is a bit complicated.

He looked at Lingtian's formation again and found that there were indeed traces of repairs before, but the ink used was extremely cheap, the cost was minimal, and the technique was extremely rough, and the level of the formation was extremely superficial.

It was probably made by an apprentice or an incompetent formation master.

Or perhaps, the Sun family cultivated in a perfunctory way on purpose.

If the cultivation is too good, it will not break easily, and it will not be easy for them to rely on formations to exploit spiritual stones.

If you practice it once, you will get ten spiritual stones...

If things go on like this, it is simply not something that ordinary casual cultivators can afford.

Mo Hua asked again: "What if I can't repay the debt I owe to the Sun family?"

The old man sighed: "Then sell your children to them, and the men will be servants and the women will be maids."

"Once you enter the Sun family and become a slave, your name will be changed, and your parents will no longer recognize you. You can only work for them as cattle and horses..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

He finally knew how the Sun family had so many servants and maids serving them...

As the old man talked, he came back to his senses and said apologetically:

"For a long time, I have listened to my old man's complaints..."

Then he thought of something and looked ashamed again, "This spiritual stone to repair the formation, I..."

He wanted to give it, but his family was so poor that he couldn't afford any spiritual stones.

Mo Hua then waved his hand and said: "It's a simple task, no need."

The old man felt really sorry and said:

"Little sir, if you don't mind, come to my house and have a casual meal."

The old man looked very guilty.

Mo Hua thought for a while and then agreed. It happened that he also had something to ask.

The two chatted a few more words along the way.

Mo Hua learned that the old man's surname was Ding, a family of four who lived in Dongshan Village near Qiandeng Town and had been farmers for generations.

You can cultivate spiritual fields, but the income is meager and you cannot feed your family.

The son and daughter-in-law went out to make a living and came back every year or two.

Leaving his grandson at home with him, he could still make a living with a few acres of thin farmland.

Old Man Ding invited Mo Hua home.

After looking at the ink painting, it was no surprise that the family was indeed very shabby with only four walls.

Old man Ding said in embarrassment: "This... family is really..."

Mo Hua shook his head and didn't mind.

He was born as a practicing monk and knew what it was like to be poor.

Old man Ding went to make a fire to cook.

After a while, a bowl of porridge, a plate of pickles, and a native chicken were placed on the table.

This native chicken was killed freshly.

When Mo Hua came in, he saw it calling to him in the yard.

Although this kind of chicken is also raised by monks and is a spiritual beast, it has almost no spiritual energy and is not worth many spiritual stones, so some casual cultivators will raise a few and just feed them some fodder.

But this is also the only chicken in Old Man Ding’s house.

Pickles are bitter and salty.

There was half a bowl of rice in the porridge, but it was only in the bowl drawn by Mo.

In the bowls of Old Man Ding and his grandson, there was clear porridge and little water, not even a grain of rice.

People who farm have no rice to eat.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment.

"It is very hard for casual cultivators in Tongxian City, but most casual cultivators in this world may be even more miserable than in Tongxian City."

Elder Yu had said this to him, but this was the first time Mo Hua realized it deeply.

He thought again of the food that the Sun family had eaten in the morning, the table full, and the rice and meat that were thrown away before they were finished...

Mo Hua sighed.

If you don't plow or work, you will have good clothes and good food, and you will work hard for yourself, but you won't be able to eat enough.

Thank you to the book friends who passed by and tipped us!

This is my second alliance leader, thank you~

I wrote it down in a small notebook and will add more later~

But my writing is really slow at the moment, and I need to stabilize my mentality and elaborate on the details, so I won’t have to say much, sorry.