"What is the appearance of a saint before his death? That Tai Shi Ling really dares to say."

He Jin was sitting in a carriage with extremely luxurious and comfortable interior decoration.

Even with his slightly fat body, sitting in this carriage, he felt extremely spacious.

He leaned on the brocade cushion behind his back and sipped the wine in his glass comfortably.

The maid beside him waved a fan for him.

The cool breeze is blowing slowly, which is very pleasant.

As for his trip to Nanyang to find the so-called saint, He Jin didn't take it to heart at all.

He was very familiar with Nanyang.

If any saint really appeared, his name would have reached his ears.

If there is still no movement at all, then there is only one possibility.

There is not even half a saint in Nanyang County!

However, He Jin still trusted Taishi Ling Wang Li very much.

Wang Li can't do anything else. He observed the stars and found out that it was really extraordinary.

Moreover, he is quite upright and will not be bribed by others.

Since he said that there is a sign of a saint coming to this world in Nanyang County, it should not be false.

But where in this world can a saint be born so easily?

The most likely possibility is that Wang Li was mistaken.

However, this kind of thing is of great benefit to He Jin.

Otherwise, why would he leave the master craftsman in Luoyang alone and have to travel all the way back to Nanyang?

Not just for the easy benefits!

All of this is naturally because of the current emperor, Liu Hong.

After learning the news that the saint had passed away and brought great benefits to the world, Liu Hong was really happy.

Although he didn't do very well at work, his spirit was still very high.

When chatting with He Jin and others before, he had expressed his desire to compete with Emperor Huan.

In Liu Hong's view, Emperor Huan was naturally inferior to him.

Just looking at the surplus money in Xikuli can already explain the problem very well.

Now there is another auspicious sign of the saint coming to this world, bringing great prosperity to the world!

Doesn’t this explain the problem?

If it weren't for Liu Hong's skill in governing the country, how could a saint appear in this world?

He Jin didn't have to do anything on this trip except to find a nearly suitable candidate.

It is best to be a scholar who comes from a poor family and has no connection with those party members.

First bribe him, and then take him to Liu Hong to make such a pretentious statement.

Anyway, Liu Hong doesn't need this so-called saint to help him govern the country.

Then of course there won't be any problems.

As long as he does this well, he will be able to advance in the future. He will be born with an advantage that others do not have.

Using the name of this saint, if they want to take care of royal affairs in the future, wouldn't they, their relatives, be able to do it?

For this kind of thing, if you go back two hundred years, you will have accumulated enough experience!

He Jin has almost begun to imagine that the He family will be so majestic in the future.

Nanyang County is his hometown. How can he do whatever he wants in this place?

Why is it so difficult to find a scribe from a poor family who has a celestial spirit and looks good at deceiving others?

I, He Jin, said that you are a saint, and you are a saint. Even if you are not a saint, you have to become a saint for me.

So domineering!

Naturally, you can’t search for a saint too quickly.

In that case, it would naturally appear to be somewhat dishonest.

Therefore, He Jin can be said to have been walking happily.

At best, I only walk thirty or forty miles a day and then rest.

Calculating this, it will take a few more days to reach Nanyang.

Obviously, with He Jin's speed, he is destined to miss a good show.

…

After learning that Zhang Jiao was a distinguished guest invited by Qin Yu, those who took turns guarding the fields in Xiaofang Village every day did not stop Zhang Jiao anymore.

Although they didn't open their mouths to stop him, as long as Zhang Jue's body appeared in their fields.

He will immediately attract everyone's attention to fall on him.

As long as Zhang Jiao dares to do anything that threatens these farmlands.

They would definitely rush forward and stop Zhang Jiao without hesitation.

But Zhang Jiao is obviously not the kind of person who doesn't know what is good or bad.

For him, apart from Qin Yu himself, the most attractive thing about Xiaofang Village was the farmland in front of him.

"Is this really Silver Spirit Grass?"

Zhang Jiao squatted beside the Silver Spirit Grass that Qin Yu had sown with his own hands.

At this time, the silver spirit grass had grown into a palm-sized seedling.

Unlike ordinary rice seedlings, they initially grow straight upward.

The Silver Spirit Grass spread out in all directions from the very beginning.

The crooked grass blades are like a withered chrysanthemum in full bloom.

At this time, Silver Spirit Grass seems to have no beauty at all.

But only in the eyes of a strong person like Zhang Jiao, they can see the power of this Silver Spirit Grass.

Those scattered grass blades are actually not the core of Silver Spirit Grass growth at all.

Rather than saying that this is a Silver Spirit Grass that has grown, it is better to say that the Silver Spirit Grass has not yet left the seed stage.

These spreading blades of grass are actually a different kind of roots.

It's just that what these roots absorb is not the nutrients in the soil, but the faint aura floating in the air.

Zhang Jiao placed his palm on the top of the Silver Spirit Grass.

He stopped a few feet away from the Silver Spirit Grass.

"Aura..."

Zhang Jiao sighed.

No one knows better than him how precious this spiritual energy is.

And this silver spirit grass.

How come this kind of spiritual grass, which is hard to find even for immortals, is randomly planted in the fields like worthless green vegetables?

And it's not just these Silver Spirit Grasses.

Zhang Jiao had already discovered the extraordinary qualities of the corn seedlings that were planted in the same field as Silver Spirit Grass.

Not only does it grow very fast.

Among those seedlings, each one contains a faint aura.

Although the spiritual energy is extremely subtle, it is just a seedling after all.

When the seedlings mature, I don't know what they will become.

At least, this corn is definitely no longer ordinary corn.

"Could it be said that there is really a world above these nine heavens?"

Zhang Jiao murmured to himself.

He didn't know whether his idea was right or wrong.

It's just that everything in front of him is really too subversive to his cognition.

This is Silver Spirit Grass...

It was something he had been seeking for decades since he received the Taiping Qing Dynasty Letter.

Nowadays, it is just like corn, being planted randomly in these farmlands.

This is a bit too exaggerated...

"If I wait until these Silver Spirit Grasses mature, as long as I can get one, I might be able to take the final step."

It's just that Silver Spirit Grass is very valuable, and it would be extremely difficult to get one from that person.

Just...
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