Chapter 381: Spiritual Field (Thanks to the Leader for 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 Nine Provinces are vast, and the regional customs are different. The cultivators rely on the mountains for food, rely on the water for food, 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 creates all things, and the earth nurtures all things.

Heaven is the manifestation of the Tao, and the earth is the derivative of the Tao.

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 walking 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 are older, their clothes are worn out and covered with mud, their skin is dark and thin, and their fingers are rough and cracked.

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

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

These hunched and wooden-faced spiritual farmers seem 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, dry and thin, with a sallow face like a wooden sculpture, and a trace of despair.

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

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

"Master, what's the matter?"

The old man turned his head woodenly and saw a handsome young monk with clear eyes. He wanted to say something again and again, but finally he 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:

"Why is the field broken?"

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

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

The old man's voice was slightly choked.

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. I'll 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 and thought that it was right. Anyway, it was broken, and there was no other way. But the formation was related to his livelihood, so he still couldn't let it go.

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 way.

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

The old man looked slightly surprised. This young 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 little 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 hadn't seen what Mo Hua had drawn, so he looked unbelievable and said:

"This...it's done now?"

Just a glance, a few strokes, and it's done now?

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

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

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. He squatted by the field and wiped his tears.

Mo Hua felt sad for some reason.

Some monks in this world live such humble lives.

Just being able to survive, they are already crying 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 did, and it cost ten spirit stones to repair it once, but it broke again after repair, and I repaired it again..."

"In order to repair this formation, I used all the remaining spirit stones in my family, and I still owe the Sun family dozens of spirit stones... If I continue to repair it, even if I give all the harvest this year to the Sun family, I will not be able to pay off the debt."

"Sun family?"

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

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

Mo Hua asked in confusion: "Haven't you asked other formation masters to repair it?"

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

"Sometimes there are formation masters passing by, but they will not help us at all for the sake of the Sun family."

"The Sun family is a local snake, and they dare not offend them..."

Mo Hua felt a little complicated.

He looked at the formation of the spiritual field again and found that there were indeed traces of repairs before, but the ink used was very cheap, the cost was negligible, and the technique was extremely rough, and the level of the formation was extremely shallow.

It is estimated that it was done by an apprentice or a formation master who was not well-trained.

Or, the Sun family deliberately repaired it perfunctorily.

If it is repaired too well, it will not be easy to break, and they will not be easy to rely on the formation to exploit spiritual stones.

Each repair costs ten spirit stones...

If this goes on for a long time, it is simply not something that ordinary casual cultivators can afford.

Mo Hua asked again: "What if you can't pay back the debt owed to the Sun family?"

The old man sighed: "Then sell your children to them, the boys as servants, the girls as maids."

"Once you enter the Sun family as a slave, your name must be changed, your parents can no longer recognize you, you can only work like a cow or a horse for them..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

He finally knew how the Sun family got so many servants and maids to serve them...

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

"For so long, you have listened to my complaints..."

Then he thought of something and looked ashamed, "This spirit stone for repairing the formation, I..."

He wanted to give it, but his family was poor and couldn't afford a single spirit stone.

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "It's just a small favor. No need."

The old man felt really bad, so he said, "Young sir, if you don't mind, come to my house and have a simple meal."

The old man looked very guilty.

Mo Hua thought about it and agreed. It just so happened that he also had something to ask.

The two chatted for a few more words along the way.

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

But the income from cultivating spiritual fields was meager and could not support the family.

The son and daughter-in-law went out to make a living and came back about once every one or two years.

Leaving the little grandson and him at home, they could also have a meal with a few acres of thin land.

Old man Ding invited Mo Hua home.

Mo Hua took a look and found that the family was indeed very poor and shabby.

Old man Ding said embarrassedly, "This... the family is really..."

Mo Hua shook his head and didn't mind.

Born as a casual cultivator, he knew what poverty was like.

Old Man Ding went to light a fire and cook.

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

This native chicken was freshly killed.

When Mo Hua entered the house, he saw it calling out to him in the yard.

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

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

The pickled vegetables are bitter and salty.

There is half a bowl of rice in the porridge, but this is only in Mo Hua's bowl.

In the bowls of Old Man Ding and his grandson, the porridge is clear and watery, without a grain of rice.

Farmers have no rice to eat.

Mo Hua was silent for a while.

"The life of independent cultivators in Tongxian City is very hard, but most independent cultivators in this cultivation world may be even harder than that of Tongxian City."

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

He thought of the breakfast that the Sun family had in the morning, a full table, and the rice and meat that were not finished and thrown away...

Mo Hua sighed.

No farming, no work, fine clothes and delicious food, working hard, but not being able to eat enough.

Thank you to the book friend Passerby for the reward!

This is the second leader, thank you~

I wrote it down in my notebook and will update it later~

But I am writing slowly at the moment, and I need to stabilize my mentality and refine the outline, so I won’t update much, sorry.