My immortal cultivation game has come true

These sweet potatoes were brought from the real world by him. They are high-yield hybrid sweet potatoes. Under normal circumstances, the yield should be around 6,000 kilograms.

And this Journey to the West world is a spiritual world anyway. Logically, the yield can only be higher, not lower.

After thinking for a while.

Xuanqing asked again:

"I would like to ask you, is there any other difference between a land with a yield of 2,000 kilograms per mu and a land with a yield of 8,000 kilograms per mu, besides the fertility or barrenness of the land?"

As soon as these words came out.

White Snake Prince pondered slightly.

He really hadn't thought about this question. It's not that he didn't care, but that he had too many things to do on weekdays. He was the one who ran and maintained the entire government office in Black Wind Town, and he had to take time to practice.

"If we talk about the difference, the place close to Heifeng Town will have a higher yield. Among them, the land with an output of 8,000 kilograms per mu is the land closest to the town."

"And those with low yields are mostly villages. The farther the village is from the town, the lower the yield!"

The closer to the town, the higher the yield, and the farther away from the town, the lower the yield?

Hearing this.

Xuanqing's heart moved, and a guess emerged in his mind.

The difference between Heifeng Town and those villages is not the fertility of the land, but the existence of a land god.

You must know.

This is a world with the power of gods, and although the land god is a low-level god, he can do a lot of things.

Its most important authority is to comb the earth veins.

Thinking of this.

Xuanqing immediately offered the immortal official tablet again, and moved the lead of the land of Heifeng Town, asking it to come to the yard.

After a while.

The land god of Heifeng Town came.

"I am here to see you, sir. I have met Lord Qingxu!"

"I just asked Qingxu about the yield per mu of grain and found out..." Xuanqing told him what happened just now, and then asked him:

"Do you know why the yield difference is so big?"

Hearing this.

The land god was slightly startled, and then explained: "My lord, the land near Heifeng Town has a high yield per mu because I regularly comb the earth veins and perform the magic of a bumper harvest!"

"But my power is low and my territory is limited, so the farther away from Heifeng Town, the less the yield will be."

Sure enough.

Xuanqing understood.

As he guessed, the yield is related to this land god.

The land god in this world has two most representative universal magics, which are automatically mastered by every land god.

They are: bumper harvest and prosperous livestock!

The former improves agricultural production, and the latter protects the health of poultry raised by the people. Both are very down-to-earth and closely related to people's livelihood.

So it goes.

Xuanqing had a plan in mind.

If he wanted to develop Heifeng Town, he would definitely need more people, and to feed more people, the most basic thing was to ensure sufficient food.

"Qingxu, go and collect the souls of good people who have died. The number is eight hundred!"

Xuanqing ordered in a serious voice.

If he wanted to do it, he would do it big. His sights were not limited to a small Heifeng Town.

That's right.

He wanted to confer eight hundred land gods at one time, expand the entire scope first, and then find a way to recruit people from the neighboring Uszang Empire and Xifan Hami Empire.

Eight hundred good souls who have died of old age are not a small number.

With the size of Heifeng Town, it is impossible to gather so many good souls who have died of old age.

White Snake Langjun first asked the land god of Heifeng Town to find the good souls in the local area, and he searched farther away.

A village in the hinterland of Xifan Hami.

The location of the last good soul.

"Hu~"

"Thank you, God of the Land of Mang Village. I will take this man's soul away!"

Qingxu bowed slightly, shaking the whisk in his hand, and hooked the ghost of an old man over.

"Master Qingxu, you don't have to be polite. I am just following the orders of the master!" The God of the Land of Mang Village bowed happily and returned the greeting.

"I want to thank you, master. Now that the eight hundred are gathered, I will go back to report!"

While speaking.

The White Snake Prince stepped on the breeze and flew into the sky, flying towards the direction of Black Wind Mountain.

It only took two days.

He traveled all over the Western Fan Hami Kingdom and gathered the eight hundred good souls arranged by the master.

The reason why it was so fast.

We have to mention the Immortal Feast. The entire Western Regions of Hami and U-Tsang, as well as most of the remaining mountain gods, land gods, and city gods, all came to participate, and enjoyed ginseng fruit porridge and tea at the banquet.

As the saying goes, people who take favors are grateful, and people who eat people are soft-hearted.

When the people who enjoyed the benefits learned that Taoist Xuanqing was searching for the souls of the deceased, they all contributed their efforts!

Therefore, in just two days, they were able to gather 800 souls of the deceased.

Black Wind Mountain.

In the courtyard of the Taoist temple.

The White Snake Prince held a locust tree in his hand, and on the tree hung all kinds of souls, including old people, young people, and women, who were the 800 souls of the deceased who were searched for.

"My Lord, the 800 souls of the deceased have been brought here!"

"Good, well done!"

Xuanqing smiled slightly and encouraged.

Among all his subordinates, the White Snake Prince was the most capable in doing things.

"Go prepare the altar expenses. I want to confer these eight hundred good souls as the land gods of Black Wind Town all at once!"

"Yes, sir!"

The White Snake Young Master carefully put down the locust tree, then soared into the sky, ready to open the altar for sacrifice.

This is a locust tree about six or seven meters high, with densely packed souls hanging on it, which looks a bit creepy.

"It is said that appearance is determined by the heart, and they are worthy of being souls of the dead, each of them has a kind face!"

Looking at the many souls hanging on the locust tree.

Xuanqing was full of admiration in his heart.

As the saying goes, those with ugly faces are not necessarily evil, but most of the kind people have kind faces, which makes people feel comfortable.

After a while.

The White Snake Young Master prepared the sacrifice expenses.

Behind him, there were also a group of subordinates such as the Black Bear Spirit, the Land God, the Water God, etc. who came to watch the fun.

The crowd quickly set up the altar, and then stepped aside, with expectations in their eyes.

It is probably the first time in the entire Three Realms that eight hundred land gods have been conferred at one time, so we must not miss it.

"Master, everything is ready."

"Good!"

Xuanqing nodded slightly and came to the altar.

With a thought.

A token with a green glow, which is the same as the immortal official's tablet but not quite the same, flew out.

This is the token given by Emperor Donghua, and the decree can directly lead to the central secretariat of the Heavenly Court Household Registration Department and the Siming Mansion.

"I am Xuanqing, the immortal official in charge of the Taiji Left Palace, the Shangqing Siming, the signing and thundering department. I feel the suffering of the people in the Black Wind Land and the chaos of the earth veins."

Just when Xuanqing was on the Black Wind Mountain and wanted to save trouble and confer eight hundred land gods at one time.

On the other side.

The center of the Siming Mansion of the Heavenly Court Household Registration Department.

An immortal official wearing a black gauze hat and a long robe, holding a decree in his hand, with an extremely tangled expression on his face.

"This"