Chapter 2 The Tao Map Begins to Appear

When the group returned to Zhangjiaji, it was completely dark.

Many people in Zhangjiaji are members of the Zhang clan. Their ancestors have lived in this Fairy Cat Valley for generations, and they don’t know how many years they have lived.

Zhangjiaji has a first-level mid-grade spiritual vein.

The areas close to the spiritual veins are called Neiji. There are tens of thousands of acres of high-quality spiritual fields, and the yield of spiritual grains per acre can reach up to a thousand catties, and all of them have reached the grade of first-order middle-grade spiritual grains.

The periphery of the spiritual veins is called Waiji, and there are tens of thousands of acres of spiritual fields. However, the quality of the spiritual fields is much lower. The yield of spiritual grain per acre is only a hundred kilograms, and most of them can only produce first-order low-grade spiritual grain.

Waiji is divided into thirteen streets, and Zhang Xuan lives on Temple Street in Waiji.

Temple Street is on the edge of Zhangjiaji, and the spiritual land is barren, so the spiritual field needs to be nourished regularly with spiritual excrement.

Without spiritual excrement, these spiritual fields would become ordinary fields in a short time.

Everyone carried the dung baskets to the old grandpa's house on Temple Street and asked him to help him deal with the monster dung.

The collected spiritual feces cannot be spread directly into the spiritual field and must be specially processed.

Dealing with spiritual feces is a big science.

Some spiritual excrement needs to be fermented for more than a year by adding some spiritual materials, some spiritual excrement needs to be tempered with spiritual fire to remove residual poison, and some spiritual excrement needs to be buried in a dark or cold place to be stored...

And it was the old grandpa from Temple Street who completely mastered this skill.

The old grandpa was smoking his pipe and cooking pot. When he saw the leader Zhang Dawu carrying a whole basket of spiritual dung, he said with a smile on his face: "Dawu had a good harvest today. There are hundreds of kilograms of spiritual excrement. I will tell you a wife later." .”

Zhang Dawu, such a strong-backed man, actually looked shy: "Old grandpa is joking, I want to break through to the second level of Qi refining."

"Hehe... We Dawu have a lot of potential!" the old grandpa teased with narrowed eyes.

Zhang Dawu scratched the back of his head, looking extremely embarrassed.

Among the children who grew up on Temple Street, there was no one who had not eaten the candy given by the old grandpa, and which naughty one had not been spanked by the old grandpa.

Not to mention these young men, their parents are still just children in the eyes of the old grandpa.

It can be said that the old grandpa is highly respected in Temple Street, and he is the main talker on some important matters in Temple Street.

"You have so much spiritual excrement, are you going to let grandpa help you deal with it, or replace it?" the old grandpa asked Zhang Dawu while taking a puff of cigarette.

"Now is the time to apply manure in Linggu. I don't know how long it will take to process it. Let's replace them all." Zhang Dawu said respectfully.

"Okay, let's weigh it first."

The old grandpa directly took an old scale and hooked up a basket of spiritual dung with one hand.

"A total of 143 kilograms, which is the spiritual excrement of the first-level low-grade green bull beast. It can replace 50 kilograms of fermented spiritual excrement."

"Okay, thank you, grandpa." Zhang Dawu showed a simple smile on his face.

The remaining people also lined up one after another to exchange the spiritual excrement they picked up for their old grandpa.

"Five pounds of spiritual excrement can be exchanged for one pound."

Er Laizi became anxious when he heard this: "No, grandpa, Brother Dawu can redeem 30%, why do I only have 20%?"

"The spirit excrement of the green bull beast that Dawu picked up is warm in nature and has a high fecal discharge rate. What you picked up is the spiritual excrement of the purple bead sheep, which has a low fecal discharge rate." The old grandpa explained calmly.

Zhang Dawu slapped the second laizi on the head: "Lai Zi, my old grandpa has already taken good care of you, but he still hasn't apologized to grandpa."

The second laizi forced out a smile: "Grandpa, I was wrong."

Everyone also exchanged the monster dung they picked up for their old grandpa in turn, and everyone got a good harvest. There were smiles on their faces, as if they had seen the great harvest of Linggu this year.

Finally, it was Henry Zhang’s turn.

The total amount of spiritual excrement in Henry Zhang’s dung basket is less than one tael.

"I... I'd better not bother grandpa. When I pick up spiritual dung next time, I will save a piece of it and exchange it for grandpa." After saying this, Henry Zhang picked up his dung basket and turned to leave.

The second-rate kid grabbed Henry Zhang's dung basket and said with a smile: "Don't worry, brother Henry Zhang, I see you picked up a lot of dung, show it to grandpa, hahaha..."

The second laizi carried the dung basket to the old grandpa.

The old man lifted up the dung basket, took a look inside, and then shook it twice. Several dung pellets inside made a "squeaking" sound.

In the past, I was always the second-rate bastard and the target of everyone’s ridicule.

This time it was finally replaced by Henry Zhang.

Er Laizi felt extremely happy in his heart.

Henry Zhang was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

The old grandpa didn't even bother to name him, and just poured out the excrement pellets.

"Hahaha...Brother Henry Zhang, you really picked up a lot of spiritual excrement!" Er Laizi laughed.

The old grandpa frowned and looked at these black dung particles in trance.

"This is the spirit excrement of the second-level soul-seeking rat." The old grandpa said with a solemn expression.

"Second-order spiritual dung?"

Everyone present was also shocked.

Zhang Dawu was puzzled: "Most of the second-level monsters are deep in the Black Forest. How come they come to the edge of the Black Forest?"

The old grandpa took a puff of cigarette and said: "You also said that for the most part, there are always a small number of second-order monsters that will come to the edge of the Black Forest, and this spirit-seeking rat lives in pursuit of spiritual energy, and there are no fixed activity points. "

The second-rate son who was still laughing at Henry Zhang just now looked at Henry Zhang with envious eyes.

The spiritual excrement of a second-level monster is extremely valuable. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has a price but no market.

The main reason is that second-level spiritual beasts, as high-level spiritual beasts, eat spiritual grass and spiritual fruits with rich spiritual energy, which are basically digested and rarely produce spiritual feces.

However, the demand for second-level spiritual dung is very high, especially the spiritual fields for planting elixirs, which must be fertilized with the spiritual dung of second-level spiritual beasts.

"It's a pity that it's a little less. How about this? I'll exchange 200 kilograms of spiritual excrement for the spiritual excrement of you spirit-seeking rats, okay?" The old grandpa looked at Henry Zhang and said.

"200 pounds?" Henry Zhang was surprised, "Okay, okay, okay, listen to grandpa."

With 200 kilograms of spiritual excrement, my three-thirds of the spiritual field and the spiritual grains I planted were finally saved.

Unexpectedly, the Xianzhi medicinal map has the wonderful effect of finding spiritual excrement.

Then the old grandpa put 200 kilograms of spiritual excrement in Henry Zhang’s dung basket.

Henry Zhang carried it hard and felt full.

At this time, everyone looked at the large basket of spiritual excrement that Henry Zhang exchanged with envy.

Even Zhang Dawu walked up to Henry Zhang and said: "Brother Zhang Xuan, next time we pick up dung, we will work together as a team."

Zhang Dawu is at the pinnacle of the first level of Qi refining and has the highest level of cultivation among the young people in Temple Street. If you follow his team, your safety is absolutely guaranteed.

Henry Zhang immediately nodded and said: "Okay, Brother Dawu."

go away.

Henry Zhang carried a large basket full of spiritual dung and came to the spiritual field under the moonlight.

At this time, because no manure was applied to his spiritual field for a long time, his spirituality was vague.

Even the spiritual grains planted are a little wilted.

Henry Zhang immediately scattered the spiritual dung in the spiritual field and performed the Rain Transformation Technique.

The rain disperses the spiritual excrement and soaks it into the spiritual field.

Lingtian devoured and absorbed it hungrily.

Waves of spiritual energy permeated the top of the three-point spiritual field, and it looked even more misty under the moonlight.

Even the wilting Linggu became nervous at this time.

Henry Zhang even vaguely heard the sound of plucking ears in the spiritual valley.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At first, he rejected farming.

Now I finally find a sense of accomplishment.

In the next few days, Henry Zhang followed everyone to pick up excrement.

With the guidance of the phantoms of monsters and beasts in the Xianzhi medicine map, Henry Zhang can find some high-grade spiritual dung every time.

Although it was not as shocking as the first time he directly took out the second-order spiritual dung, in the following days, all Henry Zhang found were the spiritual excrement of late first-order or even peak spiritual beasts.

This made the spiritual farmers around who were collecting manure extremely envious.

Henry Zhang picked up a lot of monster dung, and his three-thirds of the spiritual field could not be used up, so he exchanged the excess monster dung with the big farmers in Temple Street.

For every 100 kilograms of monster dung, one kilogram of spiritual grain is exchanged.

As the number of replacement spirit grains increased, the grain jars that originally had only two or three kilograms left were actually full.

"In the past, Linggu was only willing to eat one or two ounces a day, which was still coarse grains with chaff. Now I also want to eat some fine grains."

Henry Zhang sifted out the chaff in the replaced spiritual valley, and gave the chaff to his next door neighbor, Zhang Dazui.

Zhang Dazui raised several snowflake chickens at home, and it would be a good idea to eat these grain chaff, which contained residual spiritual energy.

"You're ready, Xiao Xuanzi. When these snowflake chickens lay eggs, I'll give you one to try." Zhang Dazuo still had his usual carefree personality.

"Uncle Big Mouth, don't bother." Henry Zhang said sheepishly.

He returned home and started cooking.

This time, he didn't skimp and used half a catty of spirit grain.

Cook over high fire, and in a short while, the spirit grain will be cooked.

Opening the lid of the pot, the spirit grain is thick and full of spiritual energy.

Henry Zhang directly served a large bowl.

After taking a sip of the Spiritual Valley, he felt the spiritual power contained in the Spiritual Valley spread out to his limbs and bones, and merged into the sea of ​​​​qi through the spiritual roots.

There is a trace of spiritual power in the sea of ​​​​qi.

"This is the real fine grain."

Henry Zhang wolfed down a bowl of Linggu and then served another bowl.

I ate seven large bowls in a row and even licked the pot clean.

At this time, there was a white air lingering in his originally dry air sea, which was the spiritual power transformed by eating the spiritual grain this time.

Looking at the full grain vat, Henry Zhang felt full of security.

"One day, like Da Wu, I will reach the peak of the first level of Qi refining, and then I will no longer have the trouble of turning into a mortal."

That night, Henry Zhang was too excited to sleep, so he simply got up to take a look at his three-point spiritual field.

After being irrigated with a large amount of spiritual excrement over these days, Zhang Xuan’s three spiritual fields have almost become the most spiritual spiritual fields in Temple Street.

Linggu is growing well.

"According to this trend, I will be able to harvest about 50 kilograms of spiritual grain this year, which is 20 kilograms more than in previous years. Excluding the 10 kilograms handed over to the clan treasury, I can get 40 kilograms myself." The more Henry Zhang thought about it, the happier he became, and the corners of his mouth turned unconsciously. Laughed out loud.