Chapter 67: Majestic and Powerful, With a Green Aura

  As he spoke, he took out a mirror and hung it high in the air. Seeing the scenery move, everything seen was the surrounding landscape of Fenglai Mountain. He could already see individual dead soldiers, all hiding in their positions.

  Qin Shengren smiled and said: "Indeed, everything has already been arranged!"

  "Moreover, this magic of yours is indeed divine!"

  Liu Yi smiled slightly and said, "This is called the Ling Xiao Treasure Mirror. It's not that impressive when you think about it. It's just a matter of the divine spirit controlling the surrounding energy, nothing more! What can be seen is only within the range covered by my spiritual realm. Beyond this range, nothing can be seen!"

  Qin Shengren laughed and said: "Such a thing, for us cultivators, it's absolutely impossible to do!"

  Although it is said so, still caught an old eagle from the mountain forest, after casting a spell, sent it back to the sky.

  In front of a basin of clear water, as if in a trance, it's like being on a satellite in the sky, overlooking everything from above.

  "This is even more wonderful!"

  The Heart Path, this Dharma gate, although it can't compare to my Divine Position's Evolutionary Precious Mirror which can see everything. However, its advantage lies in not being bound by the spiritual realm itself, able to see distant places, and is even more flexible.

  In this way, the two men's surveillance methods combined can be said to be meticulous and far-reaching, leaving no stone unturned. He also thought to himself, my Ling Xiao treasure mirror has no divine position, I certainly won't be able to learn it. However, Qin Shengren's method, I can learn!

  With this in mind, everything was arranged and went down. It wasn't until the afternoon that the county governor's convoy slowly arrived.

  Before the man arrived, the sound of flutes and drums had already been carried by the wind. As soon as he spoke, seven or eight carriages were seen, surrounded by hundreds of mounted guardsmen, who came with a mighty force.

  Before they even got close, that kind of majestic and powerful aura had already arrived. Even the common people in the fields and villages, when had they ever seen such an aura, they couldn't help but prostrate themselves in worship.

  Four footmen holding canopy fans led the way. Behind them was a war chariot, with a large axe standing in the center of the vehicle and five types of weapons placed on it, looking very majestic.

  There was also a drum car, divided into two layers. On the upper layer, a building-like structure held a drum, with fluttering streamers and two drum officials holding mallets to strike the drum. On the lower layer, four musicians sat in pairs facing each other, playing sheng and xiao.

  After passing by four or five carriages, I finally saw a main carriage with a black canopy and red screens on both sides. There were two knights holding halberds guarding the front and back of the carriage.

  Suddenly, a breath of air like a mountain range surged above the car, seeing that the scale was similar to He Jun's, but the difference was that there was a faint blue gas suppressing it, allowing this breath to not be scattered.

  Liu Yi thought to himself, if He Junzhi were to be recruited by the imperial court as an official, he would probably also become a high-ranking official of two thousand stones! This subtle and refined air is only possessed by those with official positions.

  Just thinking that, Xuzhao is one's own strength. The position of a god is like an official position, bringing oneself good fortune and incense. The job of a god is one's own authority.

  However, the divine path and human path are still different. This power belongs to me and cannot be deprived. Even if all divine positions are lost, there is a summons in essence that does not fall.

  These worldly officials, unless they are great Confucian scholars like He Junzi, who have thousands of disciples and students and are renowned throughout the land. Otherwise, with just one imperial decree from the court, their entire fortune and influence will be completely eliminated!

  This can't help but reveal a hint of a smile, killing this Yuquan is not a big deal. It's just that you've abandoned your divine position and title. With the symbol of summoning, you can start anew in another place.

  It's just that this has become an inevitable choice. After all, I've spent so much energy on Feng Lai Mountain myself.

  Liu Yi was using his divine technique to observe Yuquan and the others when they were also looking out of the carriage.

  In the paddy field, lush and dense, all of them are rice seedlings. Although not very tall, they look neat and tidy in rows, very dense and even.

  Never seen crops with this kind of cultivation method, and saw white things in the bamboo baskets by the roadside. On the road, I saw a farmer scattering the white stuff into the fields. At that moment, I couldn't help but ask: "What is that? Call someone over to ask!"

  As soon as the carriage stopped, the whole team of horses stopped. Then a servant who was following called over a peasant from the side of the road.

  The farmer trembled with fear and said: "This is the fertile land bestowed by the god of the earth. Sprinkle it, and the crops will grow stronger!"

  "Oh? There's such a thing." Yuquan became interested. He called someone to bring some over, and there was a pungent smell that made him wrinkle his nose. Originally, he thought this thing was as white as snow and must be extraordinary. But unexpectedly, the smell was so foul. He immediately lost interest.

  But he was unaware that he had missed something very important. And Liu Yi, who was watching from the dark, let out a long sigh of relief.

  It's clear that this time, Yuquan is just going through the motions of an official. He'll just make a superficial inspection, like a dragonfly touching water, without conducting a thorough investigation. Probably heard rumors of yields reaching 1,000 jin per mu and wants to get in on the action too?

  Liu Yi thought to himself, and indeed heard that Yuquan called the old farmer over and asked: "I came to ask you, in this place, did the Land God say how much yield per mu?"

  The old farmer, with some trepidation, didn't know what the noble person in the carriage wanted him for. When asked about the land god, he revealed a proud expression amidst his anxiety: "Two thousand catties per mu!"

  "What? Two thousand catties per mu!" Even with a psychological preparation of one thousand catties per mu, Yuquan was also shocked by this satellite.

  "This is the county magistrate, you common people are not allowed to speak rashly!" The attendant scolded.

  That old farmer, although from Fengli, was also a sincere believer in Liu Yi. When it came to Liu Yi's affairs, he didn't dare to back down even half a point. Sticking out his neck, he said: "It's exactly 2,000 catties!"

  The official was both angry and amused, just about to take the old farmer away, when he heard Yú Quán and Yan Yuè sè laugh and say: "What's all the commotion? No need for a fuss. Sir, you don't have to pay attention, please continue speaking!"

  The old farmer saved face, and looking at the people in front of him, each with a sash on their waist, high crown and large sleeves, he was again intimidated, swallowed his saliva, and said: "The Land God is talking about two thousand catties... however..."

  Yuquan felt anxious in his heart and couldn't help but ask: "What is it?"

  He naturally hoped that the old farmer's words were true, and he came in person to take a look. After walking around, he could vaguely see that the yield per mu here was much higher than elsewhere.

  "It's two seasons..." the old farmer said: "The god specially went to find the seeds of the divine rice, but it can be planted for two seasons. After this season is ripe, we can immediately plant the next season's rice. One season yields one thousand catties per mu, so two seasons wouldn't that be two thousand catties per mu?"

  "Is this the reason, is this the reason!" Yuquan was overjoyed in his heart and laughed loudly: "Divine rice, indeed divine rice. I've never even heard of rice that can be harvested twice a season. It's not because Saint Tianzi is on the throne, nor is it because the teachings of our county have been effective. Hmm, nor is it because we have a local land god... how could such a thing happen?"