A priest in North America, what the hell is the Demon Gate system?

Li Ang toyed with the seed of the lustful grass in one hand as he walked into the small vegetable garden behind the church.

The vegetable garden wasn't large, only about twenty square meters, and it was surrounded by a simple wooden fence with some thorny plants, like roses, growing on it.

The vegetable garden was divided into four sections. The tomatoes that Li Ang had planted in the lower left corner were, to be honest, not very good. After all, Li Ang had never actually farmed before. But even so, Sister Nia was amazed.

Speaking of which, I guess I'm considered a privileged class in the US. I've heard that ordinary people in Philadelphia aren't allowed to plant vegetables in their yards, but the government doesn't care at all about church areas.

The bottom right is lettuce. Li Ang didn't use any pesticides; it's all natural. Of course, the price is that it's been badly eaten by insects.

It wasn't that Li Ang didn't want to spray pesticides, but as a college student in China with basic chemistry knowledge, he silently gave up on this option when he saw the terrifying dosage of standard pesticides at the pesticide shop.

Li Ang doesn't know if the American people have an iron will, but their drug resistance is definitely stronger than steel.

"I don't want to be a pesticide hero, okay..." Li Ang muttered, turning his gaze to the empty vegetable patch.

There was a large oak tree next to the wall behind the church, casting a large shadow that usually blocked out the sunlight. So the area was left uncultivated and overgrown with weeds and dead branches, making it unsuitable for planting normal crops.

But this is the perfect place to plant the lust-inducing herb.

After all, Li Ang was also worried that if this thing grew out and attracted attention, it would be bad; it's always better to keep it hidden.

Li Ang rummaged through his toolbox and pulled out a battle-tested little shovel, then squatted down to begin planting.

First, clear away the weeds at the target location, then start digging the hole. The soil is easy to dig, and Li Ang can't help but envy the fertility of the land here in Lao Mei. Even in a small town like this church, the soil quality is so high.

Li Ang thought to himself, "Others cultivate immortality in the city and can at least become the personal bodyguard of a school beauty, but I'm playing QQ Farm now. This is really too much of a farming game."

Li Ang didn't dig the hole too deep. He threw the seed in, stomped on the soil, and that was it.

[Spiritual herbs have been detected. Would you like to redeem the special fertilizer?]

The system suddenly popped up a notification.

With a thought, Li Ang opened the shop list and scrolled down to find an item called "Spirit Herb Fertilizer," a small bag priced at 5 contribution points, which showed that it could effectively shorten the growth time of spirit herbs.

"Holy crap! The Youth Edition of the Little Green Bottle?!" Li Ang exclaimed in surprise and immediately chose to redeem it.

My palm suddenly felt heavy, and there was a palm-sized brown paper bag inside. When I opened it, I found grayish-white powder with a faint, pleasant fragrance.

"With Jin Ke La, the yield is 1,800 per mu!" Li Ang dug up the soil next to the seeds, pinched up a small handful, sprinkled it in, then filled the soil back in and tamped it down with his feet.

This step seems to be called base fertilizer? Li Ang had only heard his classmates from the agricultural college talk about it, so he just followed their example and did it that way.

After doing all this, he took two steps back and looked at the vegetable patch.

"Alright, let time do the rest." Li Ang patted the dirt off his hands.

"I hope that in a while we can see a scene of everything flourishing and full of vitality."

He turned and went back to the church, already planning his next move.

The cultivation technique is complete, and the cultivation level has improved, but the contribution points are almost depleted. There are 81 days left until the sect assessment. Although 24800 incense money has been raised, just repairing the roof will cost 30000, and the monthly payment owed will increase due to this donation.

"I still need to make money. Am I a priest or a fund manager?" Li Ang pushed open the church door and walked into the hall.

Then he stopped and glanced around the hall.

A woman was sitting on a pew in the church hall.

No, it's not Nia. Nia is in the kitchen preparing lunch right now.

"Did they come to repent?" Li Ang thought to himself.

It was a young woman, her back to Li Ang, looking up at the cross on the altar.

She wore a well-tailored burgundy suit skirt that reached above her knees, with black stockings covering her calves, and matte black pointed high heels. She crossed her legs and swayed them slightly.

Her short, ear-length hair was neat and tidy, revealing her fair neck.

Li Ang's divine sense subconsciously swept over, purely out of professional habit, really!

"Good legs..." Li Ang coughed lightly, withdrew his divine sense, and stepped into the hall.

The sound of leather shoes echoed in the empty church, and the woman turned her head at the sound.

It was a classic Eastern beauty face, with delicate features, a straight nose, and light red lipstick on her lips.

She looked to be in her mid-twenties, but there was a maturity in her eyes that belied her age.

"Hello, ma'am." Li Ang gave a standard, gentle smile.

"I am Li Ang, the priest of this parish. How can I help you?"

The woman stood up. She was very tall, and with her high heels, she was almost eye-to-eye with Li Ang.

She extended her hand, speaking in fluent and clear Mandarin: "Father Li, hello. I am Wang Bingbing."

Li Ang paused for a moment, then politely took her hand. It felt slightly cool to the touch, and her fingers were long, slender, and smooth.

"Chinese?" He switched to Chinese, though to be honest, it felt a little strange speaking it now.

"Hehe, so you can speak Chinese too. My family has lived in Uldum for three generations." Wang Bingbing withdrew her hand, her smile polite, but maintaining a slight distance.

"I've been wanting to visit for a while, but I've been too busy with my family business to get away. I'm so sorry I couldn't attend last week's anniversary event."

"You're welcome." Li Ang gestured for her to sit down, and then sat down on the bench next to him. It was normal for the Chinese community not to be enthusiastic about participating in these kinds of political activities. As far as he knew, there were other families and forces in the town that didn't go either. After all, not everyone wanted to participate in this carnival of American patriots.

"Miss Wang, is there something you need from me?"

When Wang Bingbing sat down, she naturally put her legs together and placed her hands on her knees, maintaining an upright posture that clearly indicated she had received a good education.

She looked at Li Ang with a scrutinizing gaze, which Li Ang naturally caught even though it was only for a moment.

"First of all, I'd like to get to know you," she said with a smile.

"There aren't many Chinese people in Odum, so having a Chinese priest is a happy thing for both our family and the Chinese community."

Li Ang smiled but didn't reply, waiting for the woman to continue. He could sense that this woman was very shrewd, and he didn't want to answer casually, lest he be manipulated without even knowing it.

Moreover, she made a special trip to the church; it's highly unlikely that she came just to get to know him.

As expected, seeing that Li Ang didn't respond but instead showed an appreciative expression, Wang Bingbing continued, "Actually, there is something I'd like to ask the priest for help with."

"Please speak."

"Our family contracted the renovation project of the old railway in the northeast of the town," Wang Bingbing said casually.

"That railway was built at the end of the 19th century and has long been abandoned. Now the town wants to turn it into a tourist route, with a steam train to attract tourists. You know, these kinds of projects are quite appealing."

Li Ang nodded. He vaguely remembered this matter; he had heard someone mention it at the town government before. Odum wanted to transform into a tourism industry.

"But now we've run into a bit of trouble." Wang Bingbing lowered her voice, and the black nylon covering her legs unconsciously rubbed together.

"What trouble?" Li Ang had a premonition that something was about to happen.

"The construction site... is haunted."