Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Two hours later.

The spiritual rice grown by the 183 spiritual farmers present has been weighed, and each has received his or her share of the harvest.

Among them, except for a few people who chose to keep some of the spiritual rice, most of the other spiritual plant husbands chose to sell the spiritual rice to the Immortal City in exchange for spiritual stones.

When the last spiritual farmer got the spiritual stone, Zhu Ming waved his hand and said, "Okay, the harvest and delivery of spiritual rice has been completed, you can leave now!"

"Yes, thank you, Master Deacon!"

More than a hundred spiritual plant husbands bowed to express their gratitude, and then retreated consciously.

At this time, Zhu Ming turned around and said to Wei Hong with a smile: "Friend Wei, according to the regulations, you can take a commission of 3% of the 80% of the spiritual rice collected this time. I wonder if you want the spiritual rice or to exchange it for spiritual stones?"

Wei Hong already knew this rule when Fellow Daoist He came last time.

Therefore, he responded without any surprise: "Let's use the spiritual stones. We have already gone on a fast, and the spiritual rice is of little use to us!"

"Haha, that's true!"

Zhu Ming smiled heartily, and understood Wei Hong's choice, so he took out a bunch of medium-grade spirit stones, wrapped them with spirit power, and pushed them towards him, saying, "This time, the harvest of each acre of spirit field is about 28800 kilograms, and there are 288 acres of spirit fields in total. Our Immortal City will collect %, which is kilograms of spirit rice. Fellow Daoist Wei, you can take % of it, which is spirit stones. This is medium-grade spirit stones. Fellow Daoist, count them?"

This number is almost equal to the harvest of spiritual rice grown by several spiritual farmers!

No wonder Zhu Ming just said that a foundation-building cultivator like Wei Hong would look down upon a mere few thousand spirit stones.

Because if these foundation-building monks want to earn spirit stones, it is indeed much easier than for spirit plant farmers who do hard labor.

Besides, these commissions can be regarded as some invisible benefits given by Xiancheng to deacons like Wei Hong. Otherwise, it would be difficult to keep them just by relying on the annual salary of 10,000 spirit stones!

Wei Hong would naturally not do something that would embarrass others. He just waved his hand to collect the spirit stones, then laughed and said, "Haha, there's nothing to count. I still trust Fellow Daoist Zhu."

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Zhu has come from afar, please come to my courtyard to have a cup of spiritual tea. I would like to communicate with Fellow Daoist Zhu more!"

Zhu Ming had already completed the mission, so he was naturally in no hurry to go back. So he smiled and accepted the invitation: "Haha, then Zhu, thank you for bothering me!"

"Why are you bothering me? Please come in, Fellow Daoist Zhu!"

After saying that, Wei Hong brought Zhu Ming to the small courtyard on the right.

That’s right, it’s another independent courtyard.

He had already made up his mind that the independent courtyard on the left was where he would live. Not only was there dead blood vine planted there, but there was also a secret room for cultivation. Naturally, it was not suitable for entertaining guests.

Therefore, he decided to set up the small courtyard on the right as a place to entertain guests, and he would occasionally go there to sit.

This courtyard is exactly the same as the one on the left. Wei Hong invited Zhu Ming to sit down at the stone table in the courtyard.

Then he quickly boiled a pot of water and brewed a pot of spiritual tea. He then poured a cup for Zhu Ming and said, "Daoyou Zhu, please!"

"Haha, okay, then Zhu won't be polite!"

Zhu Ming was also very outgoing. He picked up the teacup and took a sip without any hesitation.

After Zhu Ming put down his teacup, Wei Hong asked, "Fellow Daoist Zhu, where is the meeting of deacons you mentioned? When will it start?"

"Haha, don't be anxious, fellow Daoist!" Zhu Ming seemed to understand Wei Hong's feelings very well, so he didn't keep him in suspense and explained directly: "Let me tell you about this deacon gathering first. To be honest, I have only been in Xiancheng for less than ten years. It is said that this deacon gathering was organized by some deacons a long time ago. Later, the scale became larger and larger. Basically, all the outer sect deacons of the scattered cultivators in Xiancheng will participate in it."

"Occasionally, some deacons with impressive backgrounds would come and participate and exchange resources with each other."

"This deacon meeting is a small gathering every month, and a big gathering at the end of each year."

"That is to say, everyone can attend the monthly gathering, but not everyone will necessarily be there. However, at the end-of-year gathering, basically all the outer sect cultivators and deacons will show up, and the scale is huge!"

"As for the location, the city lord has specially allocated the Cang Ling Palace in the southern part of the city to us in order to facilitate our gatherings. This means that we, the outer sect deacons, can enter the Cang Ling Palace for two days every month to gather."

"In three days, it will be time for this month's gathering."

Zhu Ming told Wei Hong all the information he knew.

In fact, this information was not a secret at all. As long as one was willing to spend time to inquire, it was something that could be easily known. Therefore, Zhu Ming did not deliberately conceal anything.

Besides, he really wanted to make friends with Wei Hong, and he also wanted to invite Wei Hong to the party with good intentions.

Even though all the deacons in this gathering are promoted from independent cultivators, once the number of people increases, they will automatically form various factions and groups. Zhu Ming also wants to attract more like-minded friends for himself.

After hearing this, Wei Hong was immediately grateful: "Thank you, Mr. Zhu, for telling me. I am very grateful!"

Although he didn't say it verbally, he had already kept this favor in his heart.

Wei Hong actually knew it well, and he could find out even if Zhu Ming didn't say it.

However, he had been staying in this spiritual plant garden and seldom returned to the Immortal City. He also had no other friends of the same level, so naturally he had no way of inquiring about these things. Zhu Ming was able to tell him the truth, which was naturally a great favor.

Zhu Ming waved his hand and said, "Hey, Brother Wei, there's no need to be polite. Besides, every deacon can attend this meeting. Even if Zhu doesn't tell you, you will know it later."

"Haha, how can they be the same? Putting aside other things, I have already remembered this favor from Brother Zhu, and I will definitely repay you in the future!" Wei Hong bowed and clasped his fists.

"You're welcome, no need to say that!"

Zhu Ming waved his hands repeatedly, as if he really didn't take it to heart.

Then he continued chatting with Wei Hong, and they also exchanged some cultivation experiences. Both of them gained a lot and were very satisfied with it.

After half an hour, Zhu Ming stood up and said goodbye, "Friend Wei, I still need to go back to report, so I'll take my leave now!"

"Okay, Brother Zhu, take care. I won't see you off!" Wei Hong stood up and said.

"Haha, by the way, Fellow Daoist Wei, you can wait for me in front of the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion in the south city in three days. Then we will go together to attend the deacons' meeting!" Zhu Ming did not forget to remind him before leaving.

"Okay, Wei understands!"

Wei Hong nodded in agreement immediately, then watched Zhu Ming quickly fly out of the valley on his sword.