The rainfall helps young crops thrive in March, and the warmth of the wind in May thaw out the land. The farm busy in the evening brimming with joy, a full stomach and a good night sleep make for a fulfilling year.
In a blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed, in the spiritual fields in front of Longevity Sect's cavern-dwelling, Chen Dengming had his sleeves rolled up, and his trouser legs hitched, busily planting Spirit Rice in the fields. With a straw hat on, he was the spitting image of an old farmer, which left quite a few disciples passing by flabbergasted.
Across the stream, He Yingyu was busy fertilizing the various plants in front of the cavern dwelling.
Xu Wei, meanwhile, was lounging atop the Black Cloud Leopard, lazily sunning herself while cultivating the Dharma Skill of Day-wandering ghosts.
