Although the Heavenly Court was born, it was quite a grand show. While entertaining the practitioners, there were musicians who were in charge of etiquette and fairies dressed in black clothes to perform dances. There were also a wide variety of fresh fruits and delicacies on the table. They were just made wine, trash, transporting water, and burning fires, but the Heavenly Court had just been built and there was no time to make immortal wine.

These newborn gods have extremely weak practice, but this is a normal principle. After all, these newborn gods are essentially no different from mountain gods, land and city gods.

However, the next thing has been arranged properly.

The gods who returned from the venue in the world will soon receive a task to spread the things that have been established in the heavenly court to the human world.

In this way, in addition to the original gods and practitioners who watch rituals, monsters, the most common mortals in the world who are also the foundation of the creatures in the world will also know that there is a heavenly court. Gods are all born out of faith. When the heavenly court is praised by the world, the gods in the heavenly court will also gain an extremely solid anchor and foundation.

This will last for a long time, and only when this work is completed will the real grand event appear in the Heavenly Court.

In addition, the Heavenly Court is gradually beginning to sort out its powers and duties, and begins to try to directly manage the basic affairs of the world at a deeper level.

For example, the Rain Department has begun to try to distribute rain in various places and make detailed records and summarize experiences. As a supplement, some practitioners who are considered "qualified" have also been awarded the Five Thunder Dharma Rectification Ceremony that can be used to pray for rain, which can report local drought.

In short, although there were many affairs, the gods performed their own duties and quickly stabilized.

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The southwest has a warm climate, and even if it is winter, it is not as cold as the Central Plains.

Although Fang Chang had never seen snow here, he had heard the people around him talk about it. No matter what year he saw snow, many people would be as novel as the New Year. After the heaven was built and raised, he went to Bainiao Cliff to linger for a few days and visited several nearby friends.

Fang Chang made many lighters in advance on the cliff, and used as a new thing as a small gift for others. When he came to the door, he aroused the praise of some friends.

The Heavenly Court's exploration project on the ghost world was launched very early.

After all, this is the reason for establishing the Heavenly Court, so after the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the new and old gods immediately formed relevant departments and quickly began to promote the matter.

Fang Chang once went to the ghost world once. At that time, he was with the practitioner Miao Zhenyun, and found a guide. It was also the news he brought back that allowed the gods in the world to take action and establish a higher-level organization. So this time, he was not going to participate again, but after leaving the southwest land, he returned to Yunzhongshan.

The continuous meeting lasted for a long time.

When Fang Chang left Yunzhong Mountain, it was still winter. On the way back, the snow had melted, the grass had sprouted, the land in the fields had been overturned and was being cultivated. There were many faded firecracker debris on the roadside, and there were a little smell of peaceful smoke.

The willow trees have drawn new branches and piled up on the roadside, especially on both sides of rivers and ditches. Spring swallows are also carrying mud to build nests, busy flying in and out of the walls of other people's yards, trimming the old nest under the eaves where they grew up to welcome the new eggs that are about to be born.

This time he returned to the mountain without taking a straight line, nor did he consider the direction of Yunzhongshan.

Fang Chang was wandering around the Central Plains aimlessly, sometimes walking through villages, alleys and towns, and sometimes choosing fields and fields to walk.

Sometimes I think about the roads, places, and scenery I have seen over the years, if I record them, it is a strange work that can describe mountains, rivers and geography. However, Fang Chang didn't want to write this. Even if he could recall every detail of his travels in various places over the years, writing this thing was not much fun and had no effect on the world. At most, he could satisfy some people's curiosity.

As we walked, there was a farmland by the river not far ahead, with two little babies inside. One of them stood at a loss, and the other was sitting on the ground and wailing, and his clothes were wet. A farmer next to him leaned his hoe against the tree stump next to him, with a very sad expression on his face, and he was changing the baby's wet pants.

Fang Chang walked a little further, walked to the edge of the field, and asked, "What's wrong with this? Why do you cry like this?"

The little baby was wailing and thrusting, but he couldn't say it clearly. The boy who was a little older than him explained that the father and son were carrying hoes to come here to plant melons, but as a result, the little brother who was responsible for planting melons, walked on the trail by the river, his feet slipped and half of his body fell into the water.

Fortunately, there was my brother and father in front of me. They took it up in time, and it was timely. It was fine, but they lost all the seeds and their pants were wet. Seeing that they had caused trouble and were frightened, the smaller doll immediately sat on the ground and cried.

Fang Chang said: "It's good that people are fine. This path is by the river, which is really dangerous. After the land freezes in spring, many places are soft, and the surface looks dry, but the inside is still thin and slippery mud. In this way, I give you some melon seeds here. You can try planting them. You don't need to soak them directly. The melons that have been produced are delicious."

The farmer pondered for a while and thanked him repeatedly and took it.

Then he searched nearby and found some firewood, built a small bonfire, and carefully baked the baby's soaked pants. The fabric is a precious thing, especially now that spring has just arrived, and according to the saying "spring covers autumn freezing", it is very thick, and if it is soaked in dirty river water, it will be too late to regret it.

Fang Chang turned around and left, and the father and son who were baking pants behind him changed to plant melons.

The melon seeds sent out came from Xianqi Cliff. Over the years, these melon varieties have become extraordinary. They are delicious and have a faint aura.

As for whether the farmer and his son have the destiny to keep the melon seeds, that is their own business, Fang Chang is not going to remind him. After these melons mature, they will be eaten by one who has not fallen or will be left behind and spread to the surrounding areas. It is the fate of the father and son, and it has nothing to do with Fang Chang.

The spring plowing season in the mortal world under the mountain has gradually passed.

The land on both sides of the road is still flat, with many paths evenly drawn by rakes and plows. The soil color in the fields looks like it has been covered from the bottom layer to the surface. However, seeds have been nurtured below the land. Just when the spring rain comes again, it will break through the ground and sprout and receive the comfort of the wind and sunshine.

Compared with the mountain at the Xianqi Cliff, the climate is a little colder and has a wide range of things. There is little difference between farming a little earlier or later.

However, Fang Chang was halfway through the way, suddenly his spiritual sense moved slightly.

So he left the main road, turned around and walked towards the north.
Chapter completed!