I was thrown away at the beginning, and I will build a grave for you after I come back to life.

Chapter 39: Jindan Master Flying Sword to Carry Manure

Zhang Guanrong's old face turned red and he felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know why there was an explosion of manure on the hill when he came back after going out for a while.

"Hey, Master, Uncle-Master, and Uncle-Master, why are you all back together?"

Wu Yaqin came back with a dung shovel in her hand and saw Sun Jian and the other two standing on the top of the hill.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Xuan questioned Wu Yaqin, asking, "Why didn't they clean up the rice field? They even brought out a dung shovel!" His stomach churned. If he hadn't been holding back for the sake of the Sect Leader's face, he would have run to the side and vomited profusely.

"Oh, Master, are you talking about this?" Wu Yaqin raised the dung shovel, and the three of them stepped back tacitly.

"I'm using this to water the spiritual plants in the back mountain!"

Wu Yaqin answered disapprovingly, remembering that she had quite disliked this thing just now and had not expected such a big slap in the face.

The moment the rice fields were watered, the spiritual plants absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy. Now they were no longer crookedly growing in the ground, but standing upright and full of energy. Their roots had become visibly green and strong!

The spiritual plants are growing well now, all thanks to Fellow Daoist Lin!

"What?" The three of them looked incredulous after hearing what Wu Yaqin said. Could it be that the apprentice (nephew) had been upset by something?

"Oh, why don't you believe me? Why don't you just come and take a look?" Wu Yaqin was secretly pleased with herself when she saw the three people's expressions. They had the same expression as she had when she first learned to use this to water the land. When they saw the spiritual plants, they were sure to eat a lot. Oh, pah, they were shocked!

The three followed Wu Yaqin to the backyard and saw Lin Molin skillfully using a dung shovel to scoop dung out of the dung bucket and sprinkle it on the ground.

"Friend Lin!" Sun Jian shouted and wanted to go over, but found that the spiritual land was full of manure and there was no place to step.

Lin Molin turned around and saw three people behind her, one of whom she didn't recognize.

He was short and stocky, with short, thick eyebrows that looked like caterpillars crawling on his forehead, occasionally twitching as if they had their own thoughts. His eyes were small but exceptionally bright, his nose was flat, and he wore loose robes, looking like a tumbler.

Lin Molin put the dung shovel back into the bucket, walked out of the spiritual soil, and cast a cleansing spell on himself. His whole body, even his hair, was clean and refreshed.

"Mr. Sun, Mr. Zhang, who is this?" Lin Molin's eyes fell on Lu Xuan involuntarily. She couldn't blame her, because those two caterpillar eyebrows were too eye-catching, and she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"This is Sect Leader Lu Xuan. We just found him outside."

After hearing Sun Jian's introduction, Lin Molin understood. When he came to the sect before, Sect Master Lu was not there. It was said that he went to Platinum City to take on a job.

"Hello, Master Lu, I am Lin Molin." Lin Molin politely saluted Master Lu.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly, a kind smile appearing on his face, and his two caterpillar-like eyebrows twitched happily, as if greeting Lin Molin.

"Little friend Lin, what are you doing?" After getting to know each other, Lu Xuan didn't forget to ask about the stench that permeated the mountains. He had to ask what he needed to ask.

"You'll know if you take a look." Lin Molin pointed to the sparse spiritual plants on the spiritual soil behind him. Because of the manure, they are now growing very well.

This was different from the mortal world. Watering the spiritual plants with manure was like giving their adrenaline a shot, with immediate results. It felt like taking a panacea. The spiritual plants, well-fed with spiritual rice and water, felt like they would be ready for harvest in a few days.

I don't know if I don't see it, I'm startled when I see it.

Although there are still sparse spiritual plants in the spiritual soil, they are growing exceptionally strong.

However, those spiritual plants that did not drink the manure water are still drooping in the ground. The comparison between the two is obviously abnormal.

Lu Xuan widened his eyes, and his caterpillar-like eyebrows twitched exaggeratedly.

"This...this is too amazing! I didn't expect this stinky thing to have such miraculous effects."

Sun Jian and Zhang Lao were also surprised. Sun Jian couldn't help but interject, "This is truly eye-opening. In all my life, this is the first time I've seen such good results from watering spiritual plants with manure."

Wu Yaqin smiled proudly: "I don't know either. It's just Mo Lin who said it, so I did it, and then it was like this. I didn't expect it to work! None of us thought of this method before, what a pity..."

The three of them nodded in agreement. It was indeed a pity and a waste of resources. They burned the rice fields every time. How much spiritual fertilizer was wasted!

Wu Yaqin excitedly continued, "Also, we normally only harvest the spiritual rice and spiritual plants once every three months, but from the looks of it, we can harvest them in about seven days! By the time these spiritual plants are harvested, we brothers and sisters will have a meal to eat. At least we won't have to go hungry, and you, the Sect Leader, won't have to go out and take on jobs!"

After saying that, Wu Yaqin was about to continue pouring manure, but Lu Xuan snatched it away, "Go, take Lin Xiaoyou to rest, we will do it! We will do it!"

Lu Xuan, who had disliked it before, now liked it as much as he did before. He grabbed the dung shovel like a treasure. Zhang Guanrong also rolled up his sleeves and took the other one to start working.

Sun Jian carried a bucket to collect manure. There was not much manure before, so he flew on his sword and rushed over several hills to irrigate the two acres of land.

Lin Molin looked at Elder Sun carrying manure in the air again and again, and the corners of his mouth twitched. No one would believe it if he said that a Jindan cultivator could carry manure on a sword.

Zhang Guanrong and Lu Xuan felt that using their hands was too slow, so they used magic to control the sewage to form a row of fist-sized balls in the air.

Then lower it to a position two centimeters above the ground, drop ten drops on each spiritual plant, and then move forward and repeat the same process to ensure that every spiritual plant gets the health-promoting product!

Lu Xuan saw that there were still two plants that had not been watered, so he quickly controlled the manure bucket to fill and continue operating, only to find that there were no more.

"No more?" Lu Xuan felt that he could manage ten acres of land.

"No more?" Sun Jian spread his hands. He had searched all the mountains in the sect.

Zhang Guanrong carefully dug up the manure and cement that Lin Molin and the others had spilled on the side and covered the two plants with it.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't realize that Mr. Zhang also had obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Lin Molin watched a group of Jindan masters busy with their work. After finishing, they didn't come out, but just squatted in the fields, and the three of them were buzzing around for some unknown reason.

"There are only 30 people in the sect, and three of them ran away when we came back today!"

"What? Three more ran away?"

Lu Xuan was listening to Sun Jian calculating the manure-making machines in the sect, and he didn't expect that three of them ran away when he was not in the sect.

In the past, you might have felt it was a pity, and you would have definitely sighed deeply as you saw the sect gradually decline.

I still feel it’s a pity, but not because of the loss of talent, but because of the “manure-making machine”.

Zhang Guanrong made a look at Sun Jian: Don't worry about him, just continue.

"We burn manure every seven days, and tomorrow is the day to burn manure, so we can only plant two acres of land in seven days. But judging by the growth of the spiritual plants, we can harvest in seven days."

"Yes, one acre of spiritual rice normally yields about 400 kilograms per acre, but seeing that the spiritual plant is growing even stronger than before, I think the yield will be doubled!"

Speaking of this, Lu Xuan's eyebrows jumped even more happily!