Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp

It is the rainy season in the desert now. The sky is always gloomy and there is no sunshine.

But it does not rain all the time.

The clouds in the sky are not thick now. It will not rain for at least two hours.

Under the gaze of many spiritual farmers, Xia Chen waved his hand, and a basketball-sized ball of light flew into the air.

Then, a vast and hot light emanated from it, and many monks present could not help but cover their eyes.

Zhang Wang was closest to it. He only felt a huge fireball hanging over his head, emitting endless light and heat.

The wireless remote control sun can set the intensity of light and heat separately.

Before, in the universal tent, Xia Chen focused on using light, which reached a million lumens and severely damaged the evil spirits in one fell swoop.

Now the heat is used to increase the surrounding temperature, thereby drying the spiritual grain.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, why don't you spread the spiritual grain quickly to make it evenly heated?" Xia Chen shouted.

Zhang Wang woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly used a rake to turn the grain continuously.

In the courtyard, a piece of mist rose from the spiritual valley on the ground.

Zhang Wang was sweating profusely after just one stick of incense.

The ball of light above his head was like a small sun. Even though he was a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining, he was a little overwhelmed.

Xia Chen was a little bored.

Wireless remote control of the sun did not require mana. All he had to do was control the direction of the sun so that all the spiritual valleys would be illuminated.

An hour later, 25 acres of spiritual fields and 8,000 kilograms of spiritual valleys were all dried.

Zhang Wang sat on the ground, gasping for breath, his whole body seemed to have been fished out of the water.

After a while, he grabbed a handful of spiritual valleys from the ground and found that the surface was dry and there was no moisture at all.

Although the inside was not completely dried, there was no risk of germination, enough to survive the rainy season safely.

Zhang Wang took out four and a half pieces of low-grade spiritual stones and said sincerely: "Thank you very much this time, fellow Daoist!"

"I'm just doing things for others for money!"

Xia Chen smiled and took the spiritual stones.

"Fellow Daoist Li, I still have 15 acres of dry land, I hope you can help me!"

"I have 20 acres of dry land, please help me dry it!"

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Having seen the power of wireless remote control of the sun, the spiritual farmers present came forward to ask for help.

They didn't dare to gamble.

If they lost the bet, they would only lose a few spiritual stones. Although they felt sad, it would not hurt their foundation.

But if they won the bet, they could keep food for a whole year.

They still knew which was right and which was wrong.

Xia Chen stretched out his hands, signaling for silence, and then said: "The locust plague may spread at any time, and now it is the rainy season, and it rains frequently. Why don't we build a shed together, so that we can dry the grain day and night."

"Okay! Let's listen to Brother Li!"

Everyone hurriedly found tree trunks, thatch, branches, etc., and started to build a shed.

The huge momentum even attracted Zhou Hai.

Now Zhou Hai has replaced Liu Sheng and become the captain of the night patrol team, responsible for the security management of the Xuzi shantytown.

"It is a blessing for us that Brother Dao can come from Xiaocang Mountain to help!" Zhou Hai smiled and bowed.

"Brother Dao, you are too polite. We are all disciples of the Immortal Sect and should help each other!" Xia Chen hurriedly returned the greeting.

Afterwards, Zhou Hai also arranged for the members of the night patrol team to join the team building the shed.

It must be said that the monks' work efficiency is still very fierce. In half a day, a large shed covering an area of ​​about five acres has been built.

Some low-level talismans were even added to the roof of the shed to prevent collapse.

Then, most of the spiritual farmers in the Xu shantytown began to harvest rice overnight.

There were also a few spiritual farmers who were lucky enough to think that the locust plague in the You shantytown would not affect this place.

Of course, the most fundamental reason was that they were reluctant to part with those few spiritual stones.

In the following time, Xia Chen continued to control the wireless remote control sun to dry the rice.

During this period, he even accidentally ignited the thatch on the roof.

Fortunately, Zhou Hai immediately flew up with a sword and extinguished the fire in time.

After two days and nights of struggle, the spiritual farmers who were willing to pay the spiritual stones had dried their spiritual rice.

This time, Xia Chen earned a total of 213 low-grade spiritual stones, which can be said to be a great harvest.

"Everyone, goodbye, if you need me in the future, just let me know!"

Then, Xia Chen left the Xu shantytown.

Originally, he thought of staying outside for a day and then going home, so as not to arouse suspicion.

Who would have thought that not long after he left, he felt someone secretly following him.

Xia Chen trained for two or three months with the superpower training box, and his spiritual awareness was greatly enhanced, no weaker than that of a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

"I want to see who is following me!"

Xia Chen had expected this.

The value of the wireless remote control rain cloud is too great. In just two days, he has earned more than two hundred low-grade spirit stones.

It is inevitable that someone will be greedy and secretly take action to snatch this treasure.

At that moment, he turned around and got into a bush not far away.

Not long after, a gray-clothed monk wearing a mask came over.

He sacrificed a magic sword, and the green light shone in all directions, splitting into ten sword lights and strangling the bush in front of him.

Suddenly, countless plants were cut in half, and grass debris flew everywhere, scaring a group of birds and insects to fly around.

"Hey, where are the people?"

The gray-clothed monk made a surprised sound.

This bush is not big, and it is only half a person's height. It really doesn't look like a place to hide people.

Before he could react, an insect the size of a dragonfly flew above his head. It had a weird shape and shot out two needle-like things.

"not good!"

The gray-clothed monk instinctively sensed something was wrong and immediately offered up a high-level amulet.

Suddenly a ray of light emerged and enveloped him.

boom! boom!

Although the energy generated by the explosion was huge, it still had no substantial impact on the photomask.

The gray-clothed monk was furious and used his magic sword again, slashing at the "insect" in mid-air.

But the insect seemed to have expected it and ran away without a trace.

far away.

Xia Chen was flying a mini plane with a gloomy expression on his face.

Although this robbery cultivator was wearing a mask, he knew the magic sword.

It's Zhou Hai's!

"Is the night watch team in Xuzihao shantytown so evil? The two captains in succession also served as robbery cultivators, making extra money!"

There was a hint of coldness in Xia Chen's eyes.

Naturally, this matter is not over yet.

But now, on the surface, there is no intersection between the two, so there is no need to rush to make a move.

The next day.

Xia Chen returned to the bamboo house again.

I saw baskets of rice inside. The rice had a strong fragrance, and it was obvious that it had just been plowed.

Zhang Hai is quite a good person. He led his people to harvest all the rice in his 40 acres of land.

There was no personal enrichment during this period.

Xia Chen, who was "Li Gui" at the time, saw all this.

He roughly counted:

Ten acres of golden pearl rice, a total of 3,700 catties.

Thirty acres of jade rice, a total of eleven thousand kilograms.

What a bumper harvest!