Without a heroic spirit, I can only end it myself.

"The king asked me to come and patrol the mountains~"

The huge weasel man stood up, carrying a flag on his shoulders, and walked swaying on the mountain road.

A drop of water fell from the sky and landed on the leaves next to it, causing a little splash.

It looked up at the sky and saw countless silver threads sliding down from the clouds and falling into the mortal world.

The mountains are already very humid, and due to the continuous drizzle, a light mist rises.

"It's really unlucky that it rains when it's my turn to patrol the mountains."

The weasel complained, shook off the raindrops, and was about to go down the mountain road when he saw a hazy figure through the misty rain curtain.

who?

This thought arose in its mind before it had time to shout.

Then he saw the light of the knife flashing past, and his vision tilted and fell.

With the sound of falling water, the blood was washed away by the rain before it could disperse.

Situations like this happened one after another in Chiyun Mountain.

A moment later, King Chiyun, who was dressed in leopard print, was sitting in a pavilion on the top of the mountain drinking wine and enjoying the rain. From a distance, he saw a warrior walking along the mountain road holding a long sword.

It frowned.

"It turns out that a blind person has come..."

"Little ones, let me eat him!"

"..."

There was no echo at all, only a little blood energy diffused by the warrior's blade.

King Chiyun's expression changed, and he lifted up the Qianjun Pestle beside him angrily, revealing his ferocious teeth.

"Okay, okay, I will eat you alive to avenge the little ones!"

Although the words were harsh, King Chiyun had clear ears and eyes, and saw the warrior from a distance raising his long sword and stepping forward.

It directly shattered the pavilion, inspired it with demonic energy, turned into countless hidden weapons, and hit the warriors.

However--

The pavilion had just been shattered, and before it could see the results of the battle, its eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking from a distance, I saw the rain clouds on the top of the mountain suddenly light up, and thunder struck down.

The voice of the warrior came along with the roar.

"Thunder Lord, help me!"

King Chiyun was unprepared and was directly struck by the thunder. He was trembling and fainting, and his momentum was sluggish.

Isn't this monk a swordsman? How can he use thunder to sneak attack? !

How shameless!

It forcibly controls the stiff body, releases the body-protecting demonic energy, and resists the enemy's next lightning spell.

However, just as he put down the Qianjun Pestle, he saw a warrior rushing towards him, waving his hand and slashing with his sword.

"What the hell..."

Before he finished speaking, blood splattered everywhere.

[You want to cultivate in secret, so you go into the mountains and kill the red cloud monsters. 】

[After the battle, I took advantage of the rain to wash away the filth and clean up the monster corpses. Instead of practicing meditation, I entered the town. 】

[Tell the residents of the town that the demon has been killed and people are being recruited to repair the temple. 】

[When the villagers saw the demon corpse, they cried with joy. They followed him into the mountains to practice temples, and borrowed commissions to rebuild the village. His popularity gradually recovered. 】

I don’t know if it’s King Chiyun Tai Shui or Jiang He who is too powerful in combat.

A first-level peak attack to kill a second-level evil spirit, a set of silky small combos is only a matter of seconds, and only one or two percent of the 100% strength is used——

He carefully prepared [Wind Control Technique], [Wind and Rain Blade], [Thunder Sword Technique], [Ghost Possession]...

A bunch of moves, but none of them were of use.

"As combat experience becomes more and more abundant, moves and so on are rarely used..."

"As long as you are not crushed by strength, you can basically defeat the enemy within a few moves."

"As for being crushed by strength, it means being defeated by the enemy within a few moves."

"This can be regarded as reducing complexity to simplicity and returning to nature."

After gaining spiritual power, Ega once again transformed into an all-rounder.

Facing the dilapidated Taoist temple that is ravaged by evil spirits and is full of broken walls and ruins, there are too many highly skilled and wonderful methods that can restore it.

Scatter beans into soldiers, turn mud into stone, and ingenious brushwork create flowers...

Just like the brightly lit palace city in Baishi, you don't need to enslave the people and use various magical methods to easily build a luxurious courtyard like a fairy palace.

However, he did not do this.

Instead, he carried the demon corpse down the mountain and went to a nearby town to recruit people to help him repair the Taoist temple.

Those villagers who had no choice but to flee to the town and become beggars cried with joy when they saw the body of King Chiyun.

They followed Jiang He back to the foot of the mountain and earned a lot of money by repairing the Taoist temple.

This money will become the basis for them to rebuild their villages.

"With the help of wonderful methods, monks from aristocratic families can easily become self-sufficient without any need for lower-class people."

"Including food... the monks from the aristocratic family don't eat those coarse grains, so it doesn't matter how many fertile fields they destroy."

"This is the reason why the Immortal Sect of the Aristocratic Family ignores the people and doesn't care whether the world is in chaos or not."

In fact, in Jiang He's opinion, the attitudes of aristocratic families, immortal sects and even monks towards mortals may not all be bad.

This means that extraordinary classes such as monks from aristocratic families have no need to exploit mortals.

For most monks, the benefits brought by enslaving and squeezing mortals are far less than planting a few elixirs.

Just like the town near Chiyun Mountain, there are obviously monks in charge.

But he ignored the fact that the monster occupied the mountain not far away and became king, wreaking havoc in the countryside.

As long as Jiang He can suppress the situation.

Then, the eyes of most monks will only focus on him.

Rather than using your mind to think about how to avoid the eyes and ears and secretly harm people.

And, in this case.

Jiang He didn't even need to put any thought into it.

He just stayed there to practice, and the remaining shadow he formed could reach the villagers.

[The Taoist temple was rebuilt. You were also named Chiyun and lived in the mountains to practice. 】

[To help you practice, you want to refine the elixir. 】

[However, exotic herbs are hard to find and valuable, so you look for spiritual seeds, open a medicinal garden, and sow seeds in the temple. 】

[For the growth of exotic grasses, they need abundant spiritual energy, sun, moon, rain and dew. 】

[You practice the method of conquering the wind and summoning rain, and often open an altar to attract spiritual rain and jade dew, and supply magical medicines and herbs. 】

[The spiritual rain is continuous and the shadow is endless. The rice fields in the countryside are covered with moisture and thrive. 】

Jiang He did not take care of the villagers at the foot of the mountain.

He just put a little more effort into cultivating the elixir and summoned a little more spiritual rain.

And spread these surplus spiritual rains in nearby mountains, forests and fields.

When these spiritual rains, which are rich in spiritual energy and can be absorbed by plants, are sprinkled.

Although Chiyun Mountain does not grow many elixirs, there are many mountain delicacies and game rich in spiritual energy, which makes the harvest of the mountain people explode.

At the same time, the rice in Huangzhou was originally harvested once a year.

However, the fields near Chiyun Mountain were irrigated by the spiritual rain and turned into golden rice fields in less than three months.

The harvested rice is extremely delicious and extremely resistant to hunger.

After a bowl of rice soup, you can even feel the filling power.

It turned into a spiritual valley!

Even the lowest level of spiritual grain, which only has the effect of filling the stomach, is a godsend to these villagers who once left their homes and became beggars.

Many villagers even cried with joy while holding rice in the fields.

Of course, they also guessed the reason for the unusually good harvest——

In the past few years, let alone a bumper harvest in March, as long as there were no natural or man-made disasters throughout the year and the weather was smooth, that would be enough for them to celebrate.

The current harvest is definitely related to the Chiyun monk who killed King Chiyun.

Some simple villagers were extremely grateful and visited Chiyun Taoist Temple, bringing rice and game from the mountains.

Jiang He did not refuse and accepted the thank you gift.

He saw the heartfelt joy on the faces of the villagers and felt emotional in his heart.

"I only achieved a breakthrough in the past month, and I'm just a second-level monk."

"The occasional spiritual rain is just some of the surplus spiritual rain that I, a second-level monk, have when planting medicinal fields..."

“Just a little bit of resources leaking out from the cracks of our fingers is enough to keep these people fed and clothed.”

"If it were a family that was in charge of the destiny of the dynasty, it would definitely be able to do better."

"Pity."

Although the Taixuan world is a feudal society, it is an extraordinary world.

With the power of the monks, it is just a piece of cake to keep everyone fed and clothed.

However, in the long history of the dynastic era, the true peace and prosperity only accounted for a very small part.

Jiang He couldn't help but shake his head.

In fact, he has never thought about creating a harmonious society, a fairyland on earth, or a paradise world...

That's too difficult and too empty.

His ideas have always been simple.

Well fed, warmly clothed, peaceful and stable.

That's all.

In a world with extraordinary power, this is not a difficult thing, and it does not even require developing technology, changing rules, or improving productivity...

It's a pity that except during the Meng Dynasty, he could travel with the little fox, be a painter of wandering clouds and wild cranes, and cultivate his sentiments.

At other times, he rarely had a chance to relax.

"That's all, the world is not settled, so why should we take care of our family?"

“Work first, rest later.”

After the villagers left, Jiang He did not rest in seclusion.

Instead, he increased his vigilance, organized troops from scratch, and deployed many investigation methods in the countryside near Chiyun Mountain.

"The harvest is just the beginning..."

"In troubled times, if a place like a paradise suddenly appears, what will happen?"

"Longing for? Expecting? Emulating?"

Jiang He, who has experienced a long life in the world of mortals, is not so immature and innocent.

Sure enough, news of a good harvest near Chiyun Mountain spread through Youyou's mouth.

Within a few days, several figures appeared in the countryside.

The villagers near Chiyun Mountain are very familiar with these figures——

They were also local villagers. After being oppressed by King Chiyun, they did not flee to the town. Instead, they hid in the nearby mountains and took refuge in the village.

The village where the bandits gathered was different from the town where the monks were stationed.

It’s not about getting in when you want and getting out when you want.

Even if King Chiyun is killed, they can still only stay in the stronghold.

At this time, some relatively simple villagers who were familiar with them seemed very happy to see them return to their hometown.

"You are finally back!"

Some villagers also noticed something.

"Did you escape from the village?"

These people turned a deaf ear to the villagers' words.

They observed that most of the fields had been harvested. When they walked into the village, they saw the golden ears of rice piled in the village courtyard and the uncontrollable smiles of the villagers.

The last hesitation in my heart turned into raging jealousy.

They took out the flares from their arms and sounded them decisively.

With the crisp explosion, bandits holding weapons and looking fierce ran out of the forest and rushed towards the countryside!

The leading few were as light as swallows and were obviously powerful warriors.

At the same time, these people also took out their weapons and slashed at their former compatriots.

However, before their weapons fell, their movements suddenly stopped——

I saw a long knife flying from the direction of Chiyun Mountain and sticking into the ground.

At the same time, a fierce ghost with a green face and fangs, whose body shape changed from shallow to dark, walked out of the knife.

Seeing this terrifying ghost, both the villagers and the bandits were so frightened that they stayed in place and trembled.

Li Gui clenched his fist, raised his hand to grab the bandit's weapon, and easily crushed it into scrap metal.

"You had a choice..."

He sighed quietly and punched several people in front of him.

[The fields in the countryside are covered with spiritual rain, which transforms spiritual grains and yields a bumper harvest. 】

[When the news spreads, the neighbors are envious, and so are the bandits in the mountains. Looking at the rice fields in Linggu makes them sick. 】

[I know that you live in the temple. Although you dare not offend, you want to attack the villagers and plunder the property of Linggu. You hide in the mountains. Even if you are powerful, it will be difficult to find them. 】

[Of course, you had already expected it, and sent the painting slave soldiers to patrol the mountains and fields. 】

[When bandits arrive, you stand on the top of a mountain and throw knives into the countryside. 】

[The sword falls and the ghost comes out, killing the bandits. 】

[After the battle, the sword ghost returned to his sword and flew back to the mountain. 】

[When the villagers saw this method, they burst into tears of gratitude and kowtowed in submission. 】