Let's debut, fairy!

Chapter 130 Golden Rice Seeds
Upon returning to Changsha, the two did nothing but study the sacred scriptures all night.

the next morning.

The group of five boarded a large seven-seater minivan.

Ning Le drove, and Ning Meng sat in the passenger seat.

Su Xintang and Grandma Xiulian sat in the middle row, while Meng Bai sat alone in the back row.

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat serious.

Even the way everyone dressed was the same.

Come to think of it, this is the first time Su Xintang has dressed so formally since she came to Earth.

She wore a beige shirt with black trousers, and a thin black jacket over it. Her hair was tied up in a high bun, and she wore no accessories.

Even the bracelet sword on his hand had been put away.

Turned his head and looked out the window.

Tall buildings, traffic flowing like water.

Su Xintang suddenly sighed in the voice message: "Meng Bai, even though I have been on Earth for a long time, even though I have gradually adapted to my identity as an Earthling."

Yet, whenever I think about it, I am still amazed by the wisdom of humankind. This place truly is a land of outstanding people; with such limited lifespans, they have created such magnificent achievements.

Centuries are but a fleeting moment in the He Gu (a concept in Chinese astrology). We live and die, endlessly reincarnating in the Taiyin Underworld, until one day our souls can no longer withstand the cycle and dissipate.

Centuries, millennia, tens of thousands of years, the River Drum seems to remain the same. Here, things are different; in just a few hundred years, everything has changed.

Hearing Su Xintang's words, Meng Bai smiled and said, "In terms of an individual's life, it is indeed extremely limited, but the inheritance of the spirit and wisdom of the sages is infinite."

Everything we see today is the result of countless people working tirelessly, generation after generation.

"I've always wondered why these sages haven't received as much attention as celebrities. I seem to rarely hear people talk about them."

"Because discussing knowledge has a barrier to entry and is boring; but discussing celebrities has no barrier to entry and is fun. Things that have no barrier to entry and are fun will naturally attract more people, which is normal and not surprising."

"makes sense."

About twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the cemetery in Changsha County.

Get out of the car.

Meng Bai and Su Xintang then sensed a special aura covering the entire cemetery, causing the sky to display auspicious five-colored hues.

This aura was unlike the incense smoke I had seen at the Fengyan Ancient Temple and on the Mazu statue; instead…

“The auspicious clouds of merit, this shouldn’t be happening,” Su Xintang murmured, looking up.

As soon as he finished speaking, his breath vanished again, and there was nothing in the sky except for blue sky and white clouds.

It seems that what the two just saw was an illusion, a delusion.

"Disappeared?" Meng Bai asked, puzzled.

“Humans are neither gods nor immortals, so these mysterious things shouldn’t exist in the first place. It must be our imagination, right?” Su Xintang shook her head.

Meng Bai nodded: "Let's go."

After saying that, he stepped forward, took Huang Xiulian's arm, and helped her slowly walk into the cemetery.

As they walked, a monument shaped like a rice stalk came into view of the five of them.

Huang Xiulian stood on the monument for a long time and said softly, "Actually, hybrid rice technology was not invented by our country. The United States and Japan also conducted research on this at the time."

Japan, in particular, led the world in hybrid rice technology during the last century. However, their technology remained confined to the laboratory.

Upon hearing this, Ning Meng and Ning Le exchanged a glance.

They weren't people in the relevant field, and this was the first time they'd heard of this.

Huang Xiulian continued, "At that time, agronomists believed that large-scale rice hybridization was not feasible. It was a theoretical technology that could not be truly implemented and promoted."

I thought the same way when I was studying agronomy. At that time, we thought that Mr. Yuan and his team's research was a waste of time and money.

It wasn't until 88, when I read "Hybrid Rice Breeding and Cultivation" co-authored by Mr. Yuan and Mr. Chen, that I could hardly believe my eyes.

What the Americans and Japanese couldn't do, we Chinese actually accomplished? There really is a team that has turned large-scale rice hybridization from theory into reality.

Huang Xiulian paused at this point.

Then, she looked up at the sky and murmured, "Truly, God blesses China. If it weren't for the persistence of the gentleman and his team, how could we have encountered those three wild plants?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Meng and Ning Le couldn't help but exchange another glance.

To be honest, they didn't understand.

What does "wild defeat" mean?

They didn't ask any more questions, but waited quietly.

However, Huang Xiulian didn't say anything more, but moved her feet and walked towards the cemetery above.

A few minutes later... the five people stood in front of the cemetery.

Looking at the tombstone, which resembled a rice seed, and the inscription that read, "People are like seeds; one should strive to be a good seed," I felt a deep sense of wonder.

Meng Bai couldn't help but say, "Even someone like him can't escape being slandered and defamed."

"Slander?" Su Xintang frowned.

"These past few years have been alright, but the earlier years were truly unbearable to look at." Meng Bai didn't want to dwell on it, so he bent down and placed the flowers he was carrying beside the grave.

The others followed suit, bending down to arrange the flowers.

Then, the five of them bowed three times in unison.

It was during the bowing that Meng Bai noticed a small bag of rice with foreign writing on it among a pile of flowers.

Seeing this, Grandma Xiulian bent down and looked at the bag of rice to identify it, saying, "It's Gambian rice."

“Gambia?” Su Xintang.

“There is a country in Africa that suffers from famine year after year, and everyone is starving. We have provided agricultural technology assistance to many countries in Africa.”

"There's a country called Madagascar, and they print hybrid rice on their highest denomination currency," Meng Bai explained simply to Su Xintang.

Upon hearing this, Su Xintang couldn't help but say, "If one day we can grow hybrid rice in the mortal realm of Hegu, once the rice is harvested, I will definitely bring a small bag to show Mr. Yuan."

“Well, the master always says he has two dreams, one is…” Meng Bai couldn’t finish his sentence.

Because, right after Su Xintang finished speaking, he clearly saw a seed enveloped in golden light appear out of thin air before them.

Meng Bai reached out and grabbed the seed in his hand.

But in the blink of an eye, the seed disappeared again, as if it had never existed.

"Did you see that?"

"Saw!"

"Why are the seeds gone again?"

“It shouldn’t exist in the first place. Just like the merit cloud we saw before, outstanding people don’t enter the path of immortals and gods. Their achievements are purely human achievements.” Su Xintang was extremely puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Meng Bai remained silent for a while before slowly raising his head to look at the sky.

The sky remained azure, with fluffy white clouds drifting by.

But the next second, the auspicious clouds of merit reappeared, and the entire sky was dyed in five colors.

Su Xintang stared wide-eyed at the sky, hardly believing her eyes.

"Heart Candy, I understand."

"what?"

“Whether it’s a seed or a deed, if we believe it exists, then it exists. It’s not in reality, but in our hearts.” Meng Bai said, opening his palm, and a golden rice seed floated on it.

Seeing this, Su Xintang also stretched out her hand.

A golden rice seed appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Immediately afterward, a scroll radiating golden light appeared out of thin air. The moment Meng Bai and Su Xintang saw the scroll, they were both stunned.

"This... the Divine Decree, my Decree?" Su Xintang's heart skipped a beat.

As they spoke, the scroll unfurled automatically, and the rice seeds in Su Xintang's hand floated into the "Precious Proclamation." Immediately afterwards, a line of text appeared on the proclamation:
[Materials required for the statue of your personal deity: First, a paste made from newly harvested hybrid rice from the land sealed by the spirit deity, used as a binder; second, rice stalks from the hybrid rice from the land sealed by the spirit deity, mixed with mud; third...]

Thirdly, it was not displayed before the scroll turned into golden dust and dissipated.

Meng Bai and Su Xintang exchanged a glance, and while following Grandma and the others out of the cemetery, they communicated in their minds.

Su Xintang said, "Do you remember the four tasks I told you about becoming a god: erecting a divine statue, writing a true scripture, building a temple, and collecting sacrifices?"

"I remember you also said that the materials needed for each god's statue are different, and it will be written in the sacred text. So, these are the materials required for your god's statue?"

"Yes, these kinds of things are usually only known after obtaining the 'Spiritual and Divine Edict,' but now I know about it ahead of time. So, are we really going to go to Hegu to plant hybrid rice?"

"Can I just buy seeds and plant them directly? Or do I have to start cultivating them from scratch?"

"I don't know, I'll have to try."

"Once we leave the Realm of Dreams, I will test it for you in the Heavenly Realm first. You should focus all your efforts on writing the True Scripture and finish it as soon as possible."

"also."

Su Xintang didn't know how long it would take to write her true scripture; it might be finished before the end of her dream world, or it might take one or two years.

Because things like the "True Scripture" need to be burned and presented to Heaven.

If God doesn't approve the draft, it has to be rewritten.

(End of this chapter)