Under the eyes of everyone as if they were witnessing a miracle, the seedlings continued to grow, becoming green and strong, and the ears of rice expanded and grew at an incredible speed, becoming golden and heavy.
In the blink of an eye, the bunch of rice ears actually grew taller than an adult man.
The rice grains are plump and huge, weighed down so that the ears hang down deeply. They are golden and exude an alluring grain fragrance.
"Immortal... immortal magic! What an immortal magic!"
The villagers' voices trembled and they almost fell to their knees.
"Just a small amount of land needs to be set aside to grow rice,"
Chen Jin held the "giant" bunch of rice ears and said in a calm tone, "With the blessing of my immortal magic, the yield is enough to feed the whole village, or even more than enough."
In this way, most of the fertile land can be used to grow medicinal materials of higher value."
"Medicinal materials can also grow quickly and are of higher quality. You only need to be responsible for helping me plant, help me pick, and other menial tasks."
Zhao Silang's hands were shaking as he held the fresh grass seedlings in his hands.
Li Laoshuan fell to his knees with a plop and burst into tears. "Master Immortal! I'm just a young man who has no eyesight! Let's do it! The whole village can only be sent by the Immortal Master!"
Chen Jin did not expect that the [Bountiful Harvest Technique] he casually cast would trigger a response like a roaring tsunami among the villagers.
The villagers, who had looked ashen before, now had almost fanatical flames burning in their eyes.
They have never seen or heard of Daoist priests who slay demons.
Daoist priests who can make crops ripen quickly are unheard of!
Li Laoshuan, who had gray hair and almost lost all his teeth, walked tremblingly in front of Chen Jin with the support of two young students.
His cloudy old eyes were filled with tears, and his lips were trembling. He took out a purse wrapped three times inside and three outside with oilcloth from his arms.
He poured everything inside into the palm of his hand. They were dozens of badly worn copper coins and a small piece of broken silver weighing about one or two pounds.
"Immortal Master... Immortal Master..." Li Laoshuan's voice was hoarse,
Holding the meager property in both hands, raising it high above the head, he was about to kneel down.
"The little old man's family... only has this little savings, please accept it from the immortal master!
Bless... bless our village Bountiful Harvest, and bless my newly born grandson without any illness or disaster..."
The family members behind him also knelt down in unison, their eyes filled with humble prayers.
Immediately afterwards, more villagers reacted.
Widow Wang wiped away tears and took out the only shiny silver hairpin from her bun;
Someone ran home and brought a hen that laid eggs for salt;
Others brought a few feet of coarse cloth that they were reluctant to use...
They rushed to hold their most valuable possessions in front of Chen Jin, pleading with each other:
"Master Immortal, accept it! That's all my family wants!"
"May the immortal master bless my mother to recover from her illness soon!"
"The immortal master appears and shows us a way to survive!"
And the young Zhao Silang pushed past the crowd, rushed to the front, and hit his knees on the ground with a "plop" with such force that the dust on the ground kicked up.
He ignored it, "dong dong dong" was heard three times, and a red mark instantly appeared on his forehead.
"Immortal Master!" He raised his head, his eyes blazing,
"I, Zhao Silang, am willing to work as a cow and a horse for you for the rest of my life!
Please accept me as your disciple and teach me the magic of immortality!
I'm not afraid of hardship or tiredness!
I want to learn! Once I learn this skill, I can feed the people in the village."
As soon as he took the lead, several other young people who were equally energetic could not hold back anymore and fell to their knees one after another, kowtow and worship:
"Master Immortal, accept me!"
"I would also like to become a disciple!"
"Ask the Immortal Master for mercy!"
For a time, the sounds of begging, crying, and kowtowing in the courtyard were mixed together, making it a chaotic mess.
Chen Jin looked at the property that was held in front of him, and it was not worth a few Yanfu Points's properties in total.
It really can't catch his eye.
Comparing this with their despair when they heard about the two thousand taels of silver just now, they couldn't help but rub their brows and rolled their eyes helplessly.
Although there are some deviations from the original plan, Chen Jin is a bit soft-spoken rather than tough-minded.
Now that everyone has knelt down to beg him, his original plan of hiring villagers to farm the land for him can be adjusted.
It is indeed slow to make money from farming, and even growing medicinal materials is time-consuming and laborious. Now he has a better plan.
Although it is a bit troublesome, it will be easier to make money in the future.
In this case, he has to change his attitude.
"You don't need to kneel down to me." He waved his sleeves, and a soft force supported the villagers who still wanted to bow.
Everyone froze immediately, their faces full of fear and loss, thinking that the immortal master disliked them and was not sincere.
Chen Jin's eyes slowly swept over these dark-faced villagers with sincere eyes.
He looked like he was looking at his own property.
"Money is not necessary," Chen Jin's voice clearly reached the ears of every villager, "But if you are sincere, you can enter my door."
Under the bright gazes of everyone, he slowly announced:
"From today on, I will establish a sect here."
He pondered for a moment and thought of a name he had seen in countless novels.
"The casual name of this sect--Medicine King Valley."
Of course he knows that he is not the orthodox Taoist School inheritance, and what he teaches is not the true method of flying to the sky and escaping to the earth.
As for these villagers, their basic qualifications are even mediocre, and they cannot learn even if they are taught.
But that's no big deal.
He does not require his disciples to be outstanding. He only needs to develop a large number of followers and expand his own influence.
And as his influence grows, he will make a lot of money just by selling his signature.
"Come to me, Medicine King Valley, and I will not practice illusory techniques, but will only teach you how to strengthen your body and prolong your life."
His eyes scanned the whole place,
"I will teach you <Five Animal Frolics> to imitate tigers, deers, bears, apes and birds, and activate your muscles and bones;
Chuan <Eight Pieces of Brocade>, regulates yin and yang, strengthens the foundation and nourishes the vitality;
Learn <Compendium of Materia Medica>, identify the properties of medicine, and be familiar with medical theory.
I will also pass on your Shennong skills so that your crops can grow better and you won't have to worry about food and drink."
In this era when knowledge is monopolized, agricultural books such as <Five Animal Frolics> created by Hua Tuo, as well as <Fan Shengzhi's Book>, <Essential Techniques for the Common People>, etc., are no more than secret books from heaven to these villagers who cannot read Chinese characters.
Not to mention <Compendium of Materia Medica> compiled by Li Shizhen, which has not yet appeared in this era.
Although it is not a Daoist method, it is valuable knowledge that can actually cure diseases, strengthen the body, and prolong life.
Chen Jin is thinking:
If this faction can develop and grow, it will not only be able to gather wealth and help him complete Yanfu Event,
It can more effectively improve people's livelihood in a place and accumulate merit and reputation.
This is more in line with his values than simply asking for money or "offering" all the family wealth.
His eyes finally fell on the excessively quiet black coffin, and the corner of his mouth curved.
"As for you,"
With a flick of his finger, a wisp of Winnowing Wind entered the coffin,
The old ghost pretending to be dead said "Ouch", and the shadow floated out involuntarily, looking at Chen Jin in surprise.
"Since you don't want to enter reincarnation and miss this place, then you can be a protector for me, Medicine King Valley... well, a mascot.
Occasionally showing some supernatural powers and protecting the peace of the land and water is considered your good fortune."
The old ghost didn't dare to say no, so he quickly nodded and bowed.