Chapter 372 Rainfall
Day of praying for rain.
Shu Han was led by Xiao Jiajia and followed Brother Wang and his wife downstairs.
The narrow streets were crowded with moving crowds. Today everyone stopped what they were doing, went out uniformly with umbrellas, and headed in the same direction.
Shu Han was a little surprised to see such a large flow of people. He looked around other blocks with clear eyes and found that the same situation was happening in other blocks.
He squeezed into the slow-moving crowd with Brother Wang and his family, and moved slowly in the queue, stepping on the front foot and the back foot.
Shu Han picked up little Jiajia, fearing that she would have an accident in such a large crowd.
The little guy was holding two umbrellas with a very excited face, while Brother Wang and his wife were carrying jars. Everyone was as happy as the New Year and poured in one direction.
Although the flow of people moved slowly, it was orderly, as if this was not the first time.
After following the flow of people for about two hours, Shu Han left the narrow street, and the view ahead suddenly became wider.
He saw a vast and spectacular open space. The open space was full of moving heads, so densely packed that they could not be counted, spreading towards the end of the field of vision.
Clear spirit and improve eyesight!
Shu Han used his clear vision to see through countless people and saw that they were standing in a suspended square.
This square is like a big lake, and all the streets are runoff, constantly pouring people into the lake.
The lakes are getting bigger and bigger, and there are so many people in the square that they can't even be counted, which makes people feel terrified.
The team slowly poured into the square, and finally it was the turn of Brother Wang and his family.
Brother Wang bowed and said, "Wang Zewei, a family of four."
The man held a jade slip and saw a flash of light on his fingertips, then nodded.
Immediately afterwards, Shu Han followed Brother Wang into the square.
A family of four?
Shu Han had doubts in his heart. Was he classified as a member of Brother Wang's family so quickly?
Entering the square, everyone followed the instructions and went to the designated location in the square.
Xiao Jiajia hugged Shu Han's neck, stretched her neck and looked ahead, murmuring: "It would be great if I could get a good position this time!"
Soon they followed the flow of people to the designated location and sat on the floor.
Shu Han was handed an umbrella and a jar, and everyone looked up eagerly.
Shu Han couldn't help but look up, and saw a faint orange halo above, which looked like the sky at dusk, but Shu Han knew that it was not the sky, but an overwhelming magic circle.
One hour...two hours...
Everyone has settled down in the square. There are no one knows how many people there are in the square, but it is not noisy. Everyone is looking forward to it, waiting for something to come.
Suddenly, Shu Han felt a little cold on his face.
He dropped the drop of water, and when he looked carefully, it turned out to be the spiritual liquid that Xiao Jiajia had given him to drink before!
I don’t know who roared first.
"The spiritual rain is coming!"
There was a roaring sound in the square.
Xiao Jiajia very skillfully held up the umbrella in her arms and inserted the umbrella handle into the jar. This umbrella is indeed designed in reverse and is specially used to catch rainwater.
Shu Han immediately realized that the spiritual rain of these people all fell from the sky. No wonder it was called the Day of Praying for Rain.
Wow!
Everyone's umbrellas formed an airtight barrier, and all the falling spiritual rain was collected accurately.
Shu Han was quite shocked.
How is such a huge rain of spiritual liquid formed?
He looked through the umbrella cover with clear eyes and saw the spiritual rain all over the sky. He estimated in his heart that the amount of spiritual energy contained in this rain must be at least as much as ten spiritual mines! Good guy, a dozen spiritual mines fell in one rain, which can take a sect like Baiyu Sect more than a hundred years of development.
The spiritual liquid was pouring down, and Xiao Jiajia listened carefully to the amount of rain. She couldn't help but look bitter, and almost cried.
She murmured aggrievedly: "Why is the position so bad again, even less than last time? How can I survive until the next rain prayer day..."
Upon hearing this, Shu Han secretly snapped his fingers and silently used the wind control technique to blow an undetectable breeze at high altitude, evening out the rainfall in other areas.
Immediately, the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella became louder, and Xiao Jiajia couldn't help but become excited.
"It's raining hard! It's raining hard!"
The spiritual rain continued for half an hour. The four jars of Brother Wang's family were filled to the brim, even too much. They drank on the spot, otherwise they would overflow.
The family smiled happily and carefully sealed the jars. People around them looked at them with envy when they saw their full jars.
Afterwards, the crowd left the square in an orderly manner.
After a spiritual rain, some people are happy and some are sad.
And Shu Han also found out that this spiritual liquid rain would come on time every eighty days.
This news made Shu Han's face twitch.
Will there be a wave every eighty days?
My God, no wonder it can support so many monks to practice!
From this point of view, although this world has no spiritual energy, because of the spiritual rain, it is richer than the place with the strongest spiritual energy in Dayun.
After returning, Shu Han asked Brother Wang for a small bottle of spiritual liquid.
He immediately sent it into the jade pendant space and poured it into the black jar.
He inquired about it and found that there seemed to be no spiritual stones in this world. Everyone used this spiritual liquid to restore their mana.
Shu Han felt it necessary to switch to this spiritual liquid. It was better to use less spiritual stones, so as not to expose his identity.
Anyway, with the black pot, he didn't have to wait for the rain-praying day. He could have as much spiritual liquid as he wanted.
Moreover, this spiritual liquid was more magical than the spiritual stone. It didn't require any transformation of skills. It could be immediately converted into mana in the body after drinking. The recovery effect was even better than the spiritual stone.
However, after he put a small bottle of spiritual liquid into the black pot, something unexpected happened.
The spiritual liquid in the black pot didn't grow!
How could this happen?
Shu Han used the black pot to experiment with other materials. The black pot could replicate as before, but this spiritual liquid would not grow in the pot.
Could it be that the black pot couldn't replicate the materials of this world?
Shu Han was shocked and hurriedly dug some soil from this world to verify. The result proved that the black pot was not unable to replicate the materials of this world.
That could only mean that this spiritual liquid was not born naturally, but was artificially created.
Every eighty days, a spiritual liquid rain was created to supply 30 million people for cultivation. Could this terrifying method really be done by a cultivator?
Even if it can be done, what is the point of doing so?
It is better to concentrate on supplying people with good talents than to indiscriminately distribute them to 30 million people with different talents. All cultivation sects do this, and facts have proved that it is a pure waste of resources to distribute resources to people with poor talents. It is better to concentrate on cultivating disciples with excellent talents, so that such sects can have a bright future.
However, this is not done here, but a path with the lowest efficiency is chosen.
Shu Han looked out the window at the night street and suddenly felt a strange depression.
He thought of the scene when he helped a wealthy family feed chickens in Shuzhuang.
Dozens of chickens are waiting in the chicken coop, expecting Shu Han to spread food on time every day.
In the eyes of the chickens, it should be taken for granted that food will rain on time every day. No chicken will think, why is there food rain? Who is raining food? What is the purpose of raining food?
Thinking of this layer.
Shu Han took a breath.
"This world is a bit weird!"
Suddenly, he felt that three people were rushing straight to Brother Wang's house.
There was a loud bang and the door was kicked open.