Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 115 The Ceremony Begins

"Last time, Senior Brother said that he would explain it in detail when the time comes, but that was the end of the story. So what should we do?"

Chen Jing asked.

Is this apprenticeship ceremony an interview, a written test, or an internal introduction?

Nothing is clear.

Before, when I was still an ordinary spiritual plant husband, I only heard that there would be a grand scene at that time. Because it was too exaggerated, it had no reference value. The only useful information was one sentence, that is, who was chosen, but there was no detail of how he was chosen.

It's just that everyone seemed to know the answer when the time came, so he wasn't in a hurry to ask. Especially since he was the one who had been selected, he was in no hurry to find out, so he was still in the dark.

"Look up."

Hua Qingxia pointed at the sky.

I saw the rosy glow that filled the entire sky, its color gradually changing, gradually outlining the rolling mountains and countless people, like a dynamic picture.

suddenly.

In the picture, the sky was on fire, fire was falling from the sky, the ground was cracking, houses were burning and collapsing, and there was chaos.

All kinds of ferocious beasts suddenly appeared and wreaked havoc on the world.

Chen Jing's eyes widened.

Do you want to animate the entire sky?
At this time.

The sound of the peak is gentle.

The picture in the sky focuses on one person.

The bent over old man straightened up, with a look of compassion, he questioned the heavens why they brought all these disasters upon the world.

His actions seemed to have triggered some kind of power, and a high peak collapsed, revealing a simple and heavy cauldron with three volumes of scriptures beside it.

"In the past, the founder was just an ordinary farmer. He was favored by the Shennong Ding and was given three volumes of the Qingdi Jinnang Sutra. He learned the way of cultivation, the way of alchemy, and the way of spiritual plants... Later, he founded the Qingnang Sect. In the name of saving the world, he sealed the Ten Evils, killed the evil beasts, and then passed on three volumes of the sutra to guide the people to recuperate and bring peace to Suizhou."

Hua Qingxia told this story that she had heard since she was a child.

The colorful clouds in the sky evolved just like her words, vividly showing everything that happened at that time.

"Worship the ancestors, and bless the people of Suizhou!"

A voice suddenly resounded through heaven and earth.

The people around, like rice fields blown down by the wind, bowed in that direction.

As for the outer sect monks who were not from Suizhou, they were also very tactful and stayed indoors in restaurants and other places, and did not conspicuous themselves outside.

"Master Sinong, in the past, our Yan Dynasty was very kind to the world, so why did it end up like this? And this so-called Qing Nang Sect Founder only protected a state, but he was able to be protected by the Sheji Ding for a thousand years?"

At the restaurant.

The woman in a black veil looked at the sky with complicated eyes.

"The way to govern people is quite similar to growing crops. They survive because you give them water and fertilizer, and remove weeds and insects. They will repay you with full ears of crops for you to eat. But... they will not endlessly provide you with food just because you give them a drop of water or a handful of fertilizer."

In front of him, the old man said slowly.

"The Grand Minister of Agriculture is referring to the Yan Dynasty's excessive demands?"

"I dare not speak rashly about the events of the previous dynasty... What I am talking about is the root of the troubles of the Qingnang Sect today. The Qingnang Sect certainly deserves credit for ending the chaotic times, but due to its own selfishness, it ignored the people's wishes and remained closed for a thousand years. Whenever there are internal and external troubles, it will definitely not be able to gather the people's hearts like it did a thousand years ago."

"Just tell me how long I have to wait."

"Ten years at the shortest."

The two were silent.

With all kinds of emotions, I continued to look at the lively sky outside.

At this time, the first step of the grand ceremony was halfway completed, and the worship of the ancestor was completed in that solemn and grand voice. Then, light rain fell from the sky.

"If anyone has the chance to touch the spiritual rain, they can all join our Qing Nang Sect and take part in the test!"

Raindrops are not really liquid.

It is pure spiritual power visible to the naked eye. Unlike the eroding spiritual rain, this kind of spiritual rain can cure all diseases and prolong life when it falls on people.

Everyone was bathed in the spiritual rain, and the cultivators who intended to join the Qingnang Sect and received initial recognition from the Qingnang Sect would feel a pulling force and slowly rise into the air under the gaze of everyone.

"Such a gimmick..."

Chen Jing was also among those who took off from the spot. The spiritual rain surrounded him and turned into a flying boat, carrying him into the sky.

Ling Yu beside Ying Huiyin transformed into a spiritual bird and flapped its wings to fly.

He looked around.

Many people were taking off in the flying formation, thousands of them. Some had only a thin spiritual power light curtain beside them, while others had obvious spiritual power vortexes. However, there were only a few people like himself who had spiritual power visions.

"The Qing Nang Sect's method of harvesting the wealthy families is really simple and unpretentious."

While slowly ascending, Chen Jing still had time to think.

As an exploiter, the Qing Nang Sect does not exploit the resources of the wealthy families. At most, they collect some transaction taxes from the market, but do not ask the wealthy families to pay anything...

But this does not mean that there is no exploitation, because most of the cultivation resources exploited by the wealthy families will eventually be used to cultivate talents.

Where have these talents gone?
Chen Jing knew that these people were right beside him and were flying upwards.

A large number of young disciples with decent qualifications, who come from noble families and a small number from ordinary cultivation families, will spend the rest of their lives in the sect, farming or forging iron, and start their ordinary and peaceful life of cattle and horses.

Of course, no matter what the future holds, at least at this moment, they are being watched by millions of people in the city, and most of those eyes are filled with envy.

Once upon a time, Chen Jing himself was envious and longed to become one of them.

Even if I knew that I would still be treated like a beast of burden if I joined the sect, it didn’t matter. As long as I was in the sect, I would still be treated like a beast of burden. At least in the Qingnang Sect, the beasts of burden were treated well and were allowed to slack off.

As for now, the dream has come true and it has gone one step further.

He has left the ranks of cattle and horses and become a damn "boss". His way of thinking has also changed a little, but it is still not clear and has not yet become a concrete idea.

The only thing Chen Jing could be sure of was that he had not forgotten and would never forget what he originally looked like.

"When we get back, let's hold a similar celebration in Anning Prefecture. There are still many people who can only hear about the Qingnang Sect Ceremony in Wanjiang Prefecture every year and imagine it through the oral accounts of others."

At this moment, Chen Jing was thinking about going home.

The prosperity here will not make him linger because it does not belong to him.

...Well, it’s definitely not because the consumption is too high.

In a state of random thoughts.

The first step of this much-anticipated disciple-taking ceremony was completed, and all the chosen people disappeared from the sight of the people on the ground.

And the new audience are already fellow practitioners.

“Worship the Divine Cauldron!”

The Shennong Ding, which is famous throughout the nine provinces and the Sheji Ding, which was also a symbol of the country in the Divine Dynasty era, is located on the altar at the end of the road.

The disciples looked around for a while and then followed the instructions.

Chen Jing discovered that all of his designated disciples were walking in the front.

He frowned, slowed down his pace, and fell behind the group of disciples.

(End of this chapter)