Half an hour later, the man's eyes lit up when he saw that the cracks on the dry soil slowly disappeared. Now in front of him is a large piece of fertile soil, which is good enough to grow crops. His wife, who was standing beside him, also witnessed the miracle that just happened.
When they came back to their senses, the couple watched the villagers in the farmland embrace each other, crying happily while grabbing the fertile soil, and kneeled down to thank the gods. They looked at each other for a moment, and the long-lost hope gradually ignited in their eyes.
The man clasped his hands tightly and said, "Let's go and beg the Venerable Master to save our village."
His wife nodded and the couple rushed back to Mei Hua Village with their little daughter, fearing that if they were too late, the villagers from other villages would seek help from the Venerable Master sooner than they did.
