Once Each Morning and Evening

Seeking Dao Mountain.

"This must be what's called Seeking Dao Mountain. I've come here again."

Fang Zelin stood before the majestic mountain, looking up at the towering peaks before him.

From Fellow Daoist Yang Xiang, he learned that this mountain should be the Seeking Dao Mountain.

Fang Zelin glanced around carefully, then strode forward.

"He's here again."

At this moment, Seeking Dao Mountain.

The group of elderly people had already noticed Fang Zelin's arrival.

"He comes here often, there's nothing strange about it."

Hearing this, the old Daoist priest playing chess nearby couldn't help but say something.

They seemed to say, "Since you've seen this so many times, stop making such a fuss."

Upon hearing this, the bystanders opened their mouths, looking rather speechless.

Thinking about it carefully, it really is true.

It's not surprising that they come here so frequently.

Having thought this through, the group fell silent.

"Greetings, senior."

Fang Zelin looked at the old fisherman in front of him and immediately cupped his hands in greeting.

"Young man, there's nothing interesting to see fishing over there. Come over here and watch this game of chess with this old Daoist priest."

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw an old man playing chess in the distance.

Hearing this, Fang Zelin hesitated slightly.

The old man waved his hand, saying, "Just come over when I call you. You've been here quite a few times already."

"What?"

Fang Zelin was taken aback. He had been here several times? Had he?

"Alright, let's go."

The old fisherman didn't say much, just told Fang Zelin to go over.

Hearing this, Fang Zelin didn't ask any more questions and walked towards the old Daoist priest ahead with some doubt in his heart.

When they got closer, all they saw was a tree stump with a chessboard set up on it.

Fang Zelin approached and glanced down at the Go board in front of him.

At first glance, the chessboard appears somewhat chaotic.

"Sit."

When the old Daoist priest saw Fang Zelin step forward, he gestured for Fang Zelin to sit down.

After sitting down, Fang Zelin looked around curiously.

The area is surrounded by shady trees, and a woodcutter is resting nearby, having put down his axe.

The one playing chess with the old Daoist priest was a young boy.

How about we call this a draw?

The old Daoist priest spoke to the boy in front of him.

The boy nodded upon hearing this and put the black bean into the wooden box.

With a wave of his hand, the white pieces all fell into the wooden box.

"Come, let's play a game of chess."

The old Daoist priest invited him to sit in the boy's seat.

Fang Zelin found it a little strange, but didn't think much of it and sat down in the boy's place, taking the boy's place.

"I am outmatched, so I will take the black pieces."

As Fang Zelin spoke, he picked up Hei Zi's wooden box and placed it aside.

In Go, Black moves first, and the first player has a certain advantage.

Taking the black pieces first is a way to show respect to elders, or to express a feeling that one's skills are inferior to others; it's acceptable to go first with black pieces.

The black piece landed, first occupying a corner star position, which was quite conventional.

The central star position is called Tianyuan.

"I wonder how long you've been here?"

As Fang Zelin placed the piece, he asked a question with some curiosity.

The old Daoist priest glanced at the chessboard, confidently placing his white piece. "Time stands still in the mountains, how can one remember it?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin couldn't help but glance at the axe beside the chessboard.

The axe handle is rotten; judging from this alone, the old Daoist and his companions have definitely been here for quite some time.

Judging from that axe, it must belong to the woodcutter nearby, right?

The two exchanged questions and answers, and the number of chess pieces on the board gradually increased.

However, Fang Zelin discovered that his situation in the game was getting worse and worse.

Fang Zelin frowned slightly upon seeing this.

To be honest, his original chess skills weren't as good as they are now.

Because of his cultivation over the past two years, he has become more composed.

This allows him to play chess with a strategy that is generally well-planned and methodical.

Even so, the black pieces were still surrounded by the white pieces.

"I think I should head back now."

Fang Zelin looked at the chessboard in front of him, pondering how to break the deadlock, when suddenly his brows furrowed slightly.

This is a feeling that comes from the the Unseen.

"No problem, we can do it again next time."

The old Daoist stroked his beard upon hearing this, looking at the chessboard in front of him with considerable satisfaction.

next time?

Fang Zelin was slightly taken aback by these words, but then nodded.

Coming here seems easy enough; maybe next time.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin stood up, bowed to the other party, and then disappeared into the Seeking Dao Mountain.

"Going to this Seeking Dao Mountain is really easy."

Inside the wooden cabin, Fang Zelin opened his eyes. Thinking about his recent trip to Seeking Dao Mountain, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Including this time, he must have gone to the Seeking Dao Mountain six or seven times in total, right?

After a moment's thought, Fang Zelin realized that counting the number of times wouldn't make any difference, so he stopped thinking about it.

"Immortal Master, I'm starving! I'm starving!"

Fang Zelin pushed open the door and went out. The medicine boy cautiously peeked out, a few green leaves on his head, and called out to Fang Zelin from a distance.

Fang Zelin smiled as he listened.

"Are you hungry, or are the other medicinal plants hungry?"

"Yes, yes, we have everything!"

The apprentice medicine boy didn't hide anything, "Immortal Master, from now on, could you use the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique three times a day? Mortals eat three meals a day."

"Following the immortal master, one can't only eat one meal a day."

This guy is talking as if I've wronged him.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin couldn't help but find it amusing. "You can handle it, but those medicinal plants can't; they've only grown a tiny bit."

"Those spirit rice plants are great! They can even grow longer!"

Upon hearing this, the medicine boy immediately jumped up and excitedly ran to the rice paddy. At this moment, he didn't even care about Meng Yunqing standing to the side.

The young apprentice came to the rice paddy, rummaged around for a bit, and prepared to show Fang Zelin the rice seedlings that had just sprouted this year.

Fang Zelin looked ahead and saw that there were indeed many more rice seedlings in the paddy field.

The other spirit rice plants now appeared exceptionally robust.

The spirit rice in the paddy field had all been arranged by the medicine boy, and the stalks were neatly arranged in rows, making them look quite uniform.

From a distance, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

"Immortal Master, these spirit rice plants don't only ripen once a year. If you water them more often, you could probably harvest three or four times a year."

When the medicine boy mentioned this, Fang Zelin nodded in agreement.

He only watered it when he came back in winter, and it ripened soon after spring, before summer even arrived.

If you water it a little more, it should be able to ripen to a ripe consistency.

It also benefits the propagation of Ling rice.

Each time the spirit rice matures, a small piece of rice that has fallen off will sprout into a seedling.

"From now on, once in the morning and once in the evening."

Too much is not good either; twice a day is enough.

After speaking, Fang Zelin casually waved his hand, and the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique was immediately cast.

Fang Zelin had been practicing this for a long time and was now very skilled at it; the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique came out with ease.