Shulong Daojun

Upon seeing this, Lin Shu immediately stepped forward and gently touched the pulse.

A faint fetal movement came from my hand, and it grew stronger and stronger.

He carefully inspected the turbid dragon fetus and the surrounding environment, and after confirming that everything was alright, he nodded and smiled slightly.

"It looks like it's being raised well. It should hatch in about two weeks."

Based on the time when Qingmin was conceived and born, Lin Shu had a rough idea of ​​the time.

Without hesitation, he moved his mind and guided a wisp of incense offering from the altar to gently descend upon the black and red remnant vein.

Before it could land, the black and red remnant vein suddenly inhaled, and the wisp of incense smoke vanished in an instant.

At the same time, the dragon seed in the womb suddenly flicked its tail, as if a sense of joy and longing was slowly emanating from it.

Lin Shu did not feed the second thread yet. He paused to observe for a while and saw that the turbid dragon fetus seemed to have grown slightly larger. Only then did he send down a few more threads of incense offerings.

The turbid dragon fetus accepted everything that came its way, swallowing it all whole. Immediately, its desire grew stronger, revealing its greedy nature.

Lin Shu frowned at this moment, as if he had thought of something, and stopped what he was doing.

He watched quietly, and in less than half a breath, his longing grew even more urgent.

Seeing that no offerings were being made, it instantly transformed into a fierce aura.

And as time went on, it became increasingly agitated, and a low moan seemed to be heard from inside the womb.

"If it looks like this even before it's born, what will it be like after it's born?"

Lin Shu shook his head, pondered for a moment, then flicked a wisp of divine light from his fingertips and gently placed it on the black and red remnant vein.

Unexpectedly, the turbid dragon embryo also suddenly inhaled, swallowing the divine light.

Instantly, wisps of green smoke rose from the black and red remnants of the vein, and a faint, painful groan echoed.

Immediately, the dragon seed in the womb seemed to have learned its lesson, calming down and obediently absorbing the turbid energy in the earth's veins.

Upon seeing this, Lin Shu nodded: "He knows how to restrain himself, his temperament is passable, and he does have some wisdom and intelligence."

"There will be both punishment and reward; remember that."

After saying that, he drew down two more wisps of incense offerings and gently sent them toward the black and red remnant vein.

This time, however, although the dragon seed in the womb showed joy, it did not dare to make any rash moves, and only conveyed a flattering emotion.

Lin Shu sensed this implication, smiled faintly, stroked the turbid dragon fetus, and said:

"Although I have not explored the final path, I have heard that those who pursue this path must attain true nature and must not be cunning."

You can be greedy, domineering, violent, or even stupid.

But one thing is certain: one must not be insidious, scheming, or roundabout.

The cunning dragon cannot travel to the end.

After saying that, he reached out and stroked it again, signaling it to swallow it all.

The dragon seed in the womb hesitated for a moment, then swallowed it whole, its dark red light growing even stronger.

After a brief pause, it naturally exuded a faint aura of ferocity.

Lin Shu smiled and did not leave immediately. Instead, he slowly said from the side, "Although you are not yet born, remember that you have an elder brother named Qing Min, who belongs to the Qinglong clan."

If you meet again in the future, do not fight or quarrel; instead, get along well.

By the way, I haven't decided on a name for you yet. How about Zhuoqiu or Yinzhu? What do you think?

The unborn dragon seemed completely uninterested, swaying its tail in refusal before falling into a deep sleep.

Lin Shu, however, got carried away and started naming a few more names, rambling on for a long time before finally turning and leaving.

This trip was not to the back hall of the Zhengshen Temple, but to the land temple in Fukang Village.

After Qingmin's reputation began to rise, Linshu instructed him to diligently fulfill his duties as a land official.

After following Qi Yannian to sort out the earth's veins, he would stay permanently in the land temple of Fukang Village to protect the people.

Upon arriving, Lin Shu saw Qing Min in a small room behind the temple, wearing a small green crown, his dragon-like eyes staring at the yellow paper on the table, looking worried.

When he curiously approached and took a closer look, he saw that the words "Report" were clearly written on the yellow paper, and the recipient was himself.

Lin Shu couldn't help but smile, then realized that he had been negligent and had forgotten to assign a more experienced local official or personally guide it.

Since Qingmin has been granted the title of local deity, he should abide by the rules of the divine way, and he still needs to learn everything from scratch.

Thinking of this, Lin Shu stroked Qing Min's forehead and said softly with a smile, "There's no need to worry so much. I'll guide you later."

The monthly stipend for a county's righteous god is ninety strands of pure incense, while that for the land deity is thirty strands, but the specific amount is determined and distributed directly by Heaven and Earth.

"You should communicate with the local earth god and sense it."

Qingmin blinked, looking at Linshu with a blank expression.

Half a breath later, it seemed to realize something, paused for a moment, and then used its tail to pick up the brush beside it and wrote the word "thirty" on the yellow paper.

Lin Shu nodded, showing no surprise.

Fukang Village is a good place, the people are prosperous, and not long ago a demon was captured here.

As a landowner, it is reasonable for Qingmin to receive the full monthly salary.

The real prize lies in the pure incense offerings refined from the offerings of ordinary people; this part is uncertain.

Given Fukang Village's industries, reputation, and the miracles it has performed, Qingmin, even if it were just land, should be worth a considerable amount.

Thinking of this, Lin Shu looked at Qing Min and said gently, "I will say one thing and you will do one thing. First, separate the pure incense from the people's offerings."

Let's refine another wisp and see how many days of arduous cultivation it can withstand.

Qingmin raised his head and rubbed it against Linshu's palm. The dragon head nodded, its eyes full of seriousness.

As a dragon, Qingmin is naturally intelligent.

After being instructed by Lin Shu two or three times, it learned to distinguish between pure incense offerings and incense-related businesses from the offerings of ordinary people.

At first I wasn't very skilled, but I got better and better at it, and finished it in half a day.

Excitedly, it sat up, let out two hisses, and then picked up its brush and wrote the two characters "sixty" on the yellow paper.

Immediately afterwards, as if to take credit, Qingmin used its dragon tail to adjust the small green crown on its head, looking smug.

Lin Shu also smiled and praised, "Born with noble character, truly extraordinary. Refine a wisp of it."

Qingmin immediately straightened his expression, gently closed his dragon eyes, leaned over the table, drew a wisp of pure incense from the altar, and absorbed it into his body to quietly refine it.

Its body, covered in blue scales, shimmered with a golden-blue light as it moved slowly.

Immediately, a vibrant life force slowly arose, gentle and pleasant.

Before long, as the golden-blue light dissipated, Qingmin opened his dragon eyes, his gaze filled with joy.

Before Lin Shu could speak, it had already moved swiftly on the yellow paper, leaving behind the character "一".

It swam around for a moment, then lay down on Lin Shu's shoulder, its body gradually relaxing.

For Yu Qingmin, neither the local temple nor the pure incense offerings could compare to the peace and comfort of staying on Lin Shu's shoulder.

Lin Shu looked at the writing on the yellow paper and understood immediately.

A single wisp of pure incense represents a day of arduous practice.

The pure incense stored in the Qingmin shrine was completely refined, which was equivalent to about three months of arduous cultivation.

The transformation of a dragon from a jiao (蛟) takes thousands of years.

If we consider the position of the Earth God, it would take more than three hundred years for him to transform into a dragon.

However, as merits accumulate, Qingmin will be promoted according to his merits, and his divine position will rise naturally, only faster.

If one becomes a righteous god in any county, it is possible to transform into a dragon within a hundred years.

Life is getting better and better.

Lin Shu smiled, then suddenly remembered something, looked down at Qing Min, his brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice:

"You have a younger brother who has not yet been born. He belongs to the category of turbid dragons and should transform into a dragon much faster than you."

From now on, you should have the magnanimity of an elder brother, be more generous in everything you do, and be more tolerant...

Lin Shu kept babbling on and on, while Qing Min let out a confused hiss.