Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

Henry Zhang felt very happy at this time and didn't care about such an unpleasant title as "Temple Master".

When everyone saw Zhang Sanqian calling Zhang Xuan the temple master, they also called him the temple master.

Come to Lingtian.

Henry Zhang saw each tree of first-level middle-grade spiritual valleys growing vigorously.

"When these spiritual valleys mature, everyone will not have to worry about cultivation resources and spiritual stones." Henry Zhang said happily.

These spiritual grains can yield 5000 kilograms in one year and are worth 2500 spiritual stones, which can solve the urgent needs of Temple Street.

"The first-level mid-level spiritual field cannot use first-level monster dung, and everyone is reluctant to use the second-level monster dung. We all pooled our resources and spent two hundred spiritual stones to buy a batch of slag for fertilization." Old Grandpa said.

"Two hundred spiritual stones? It's not easy for Temple Street to collect so many spiritual stones."

"Now people in Temple Street have hope, and they have spent all their money one by one." The old grandpa said with a smile.

"Grandpa, you have to remember who gave out how many spiritual stones and how much work they did. We will distribute the harvest according to the effort."

"Temple Master, don't worry, these are all done well."

But at this time, he opened his mouth and said with a sad face:

"Temple Master, there are too many people in Temple Street, and we can't arrange them at all. Grandpa's side only needs about 10 people to temper the spiritual excrement. Uncle Dajin needs more people for the cultivation of spiritual valleys and elixirs. There are more, but no more than 50 people, and the resettled Temple Street residents are not even %."

"It doesn't matter, we have rented another 25 acres of spiritual land, and we need about more people there."

When everyone heard that Henry Zhang had successfully leased 25 acres of spiritual land, they were very happy.

He finally opened his mouth and smiled: "The relationship is good. Now it can accommodate 300 people, which can probably ensure that every family in Temple Street has a job."

"It's not 300 people, it's 400 people." Henry Zhang said.

"400 people? What are the other 100 people doing?" He opened his mouth in confusion.

"Is Dawu here?" Henry Zhang raised his eyes and looked up.

"Yes, yes..." Zhang Dawu squeezed out from the group of people.

"Last time I arranged for you to form a dung-picking team. How is the manpower supply going?"

"There are almost forty or fifty people." Zhang Dawu said.

"There are too few people. Recruit 100 people for me and get favorable treatment."

Upon hearing Zhang Xuan's words of "favorable treatment," Zhang Dawu patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I promise to set it up."

Everyone originally looked down upon the dung-picking team, and felt that now that they could not grow a first-level low-grade spiritual field, the dung-picking team had no use at all.

Now that I heard the temple owner say that "the treatment is favorable," I also had my own ideas.

"It seems that the temple owner's formation of a dung-picking team is of great use!"

"I'll sign up for the dung-picking team later."

……

Henry Zhang's formation of a dung-picking team certainly has its own purpose.

He wants to lead the dung-picking team to break into the mysterious Blackpool again.

One is that he wants to obtain more desolate beast bones.

It is difficult to find the blood of these wild beasts now, but there must have been many of them countless years ago.

The first thunder pattern bone he obtained by chance, as well as the thunder pattern bone obtained from Baipin Pavilion, were both transformed from the barrier beasts in the confusing black swamp.

In order to obtain more thunder-patterned bones and control more demonic beast puppets in his imperial dharma picture, he needs to enter the mysterious black swamp to search for thunder-patterned bones.

The meditation space in the Xianzhi medicine map also requires more spiritual dung.

The 300 bezoars he left in the meditation space were basically all absorbed by the third-order bezoars in a month.

Fortunately, with the support of third-level bezoars, the growth of the elixir in the meditation space was not delayed.

The fertilizing effect of the mud of the black swamp in the confusing black swamp is lower than the spiritual dung of the second-level monsters, but higher than that of the slag.

If it can be used to absorb the third-order bezoar, then there will be no worries about fertilizing these elixirs planted in his meditation space.

"Temple Master, let's go take a look at the elixir field." Zhang Dajin said with a smile.

The elixir field is his proud work.

In order to cultivate these 100 spiritual seedlings, Zhang Dajin has been working day and night for the past month.

Henry Zhang saw the spiritual medicine field, and a low-level defensive array was arranged around it.

Zhang Dajin opened the magic circle.

A strong medicinal fragrance immediately floated inside.

Nishanghua, Jinyuancao, Buyuanzhi, Banxiancao, Hanxuye, etc., are growing vigorously.

"Temple Master, this is the first time we have seen this field of elixirs grown by ourselves in Temple Street." One person said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Jin is usually very strict. Except for the old grandpa who comes to fertilize, no one else wants to take a look."

"This time we are also blessed by the temple owner, so we can feast our eyes on it!"

Seeing so many elixirs full of vitality, Henry Zhang couldn't help but smile and nod.

One step closer to his plan.

He now has space to meditate.

There are many elixirs in it.

However, he cannot sell it openly.

Once people discover that he has a meditation space, I am afraid that the elders of the Zhang clan will regard him as a tool for growing medicine.

It would be much safer if the elixirs in the meditation space were mixed with these elixirs on Temple Street for sale, and the origins could be explained clearly.

"Old grandpa, Uncle Jin, you have done a good job, you must take good care of these elixirs!" Henry Zhang confessed again.

"Yes, Temple Master." The two said firmly.

"Da Wu." Henry Zhang turned his head and shouted to the crowd.

"Here." Zhang Dawu pushed aside the crowd and stood up.

"After you recruit 100 people, come back to me." Henry Zhang said.

"Temple master, we are full." Zhang Dawu said with joy on his face.

At that moment, many neighbors took the opportunity to come to Zhang Dawu to sign up.

The number of people in the dung-picking team exceeded 100 in no time.

"Okay, the people in the dung-picking team stay, and everyone else should disperse. Let's discuss the next plan. As long as we complete this adventure, I guarantee that each person in the dung-picking team will harvest more than 1000 spiritual stones." .”