Heavenly Court Reader

Chapter 354 Heavenly Court Authors Annual Meeting (Part [-])

After getting up and washing up, Han Feng did not call his three Taoist boys, but came to the backyard of the small villa in Menghu Villa by himself.

Now, this small villa has become the residence of the cowherd.

But the Yuyezhi tree and the four Hanzhong pear trees still belonged to Han Feng, and the cowherd didn't dare to take advantage of these fairy trees.

Originally, there should have been five Hanzhong pear trees, but Han Feng gave Zhuang Laodao one in the middle, so now there are only four left here.

Looking at the four Hanzhong pear trees arranged in a four-element formation in front of me, each one is many times taller than ten years ago. It may be because of the aura Zengjia that each Hanzhong pear tree grows as tall as a tree. It is as tall as a thousand-year-old locust tree.

The branches are luxuriant and the aura is compelling. The four Hanzhong pears almost block the sunlight in the backyard of the small villa!

However, the gratifying growth is useless. Although every Hanzhong pear plant looks so lush, there is still no sign of wanting to bloom and bear fruit.

Looking at the Hanzhong pears in front of him, Han Feng sighed softly, "It seems that these Hanzhong pears can only be used as firewood in the mortal world!"

Because as far as he knows, although the Hanzhong pear is only a common product in the fairy world, it takes at least 500 years to bloom, another 500 years to bear fruit, and then another 500 years to mature.

Calculated according to this time in the mortal world, Nima estimated that when he surpassed the saint, these few Hanzhong pears might not be able to grow mature fruits.

Aside from Han Zhongli, Han Feng looked at the Yuyezhi tree that was given by the land next to him, and saw that the whole trunk was dry, and all the Yuyezhi trees on it were picked off by Wan Yun , leaving only a few sporadic pieces still hanging on the tree.

"I'll go, it looks like I have to give it some merit, otherwise I don't know how it died."

Han Feng looked at the dry Yuyezhi tree in front of him, blinked his eyes, waved his hand casually, and shot out a black and yellow air of merit from his body, covering the whole Yuyezhi tree in an instant.

Whoosh whoosh.
Surrounded by such a large area of ​​merit, the whole Yuyezhi tree began to grow automatically without wind.Accompanied by the shroud of black and yellow air, like a fairy dancing, branches sprouted quickly, starting with one or two buds exposed, and then growing upwards.

It can be clearly discerned that pieces of Jade Yezhi began to re-grow on the main trunk and branches.

In an instant, it has returned to its original appearance, the whole body is silvery white, shining brightly, and the Jade Yezhi covered with it exudes a faint white light, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

When the breeze blows, the crystal leaves collide with each other and make a tinkling sound, like big and small beads falling on a jade plate, which is very pleasant to hear.

In this voice, Han Feng felt peaceful physically and mentally. He felt empty and clear, and felt a special Taoist rhyme.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately began to meditate under the Yuyezhi tree. This was the first time he had the idea of ​​meditating and cultivating after he became a quasi-sage and returned to modern times.

And as time went by, when the black and yellow energy covering Yuyezhi was exhausted, it stopped growing, and the Yuyezhi on the trunk was also fixed at 108 pieces.

However, because this tree is condensed by merit or belief, it cannot be seen with the naked eye, and only after the Yuyezhi on the trunk is picked off the trunk, can ordinary people see the silvery white jade leaf with the naked eye. Chi.

Therefore, other than Han Feng who was present could clearly see what happened here in the backyard of the small villa, no one else could know about it.

Sitting cross-legged under the tree, Han Feng could feel the pulse of life emanating from the tree without looking at it. It condensed the vitality created by merit.

call!
Han Feng didn't care about those, but continued to sit cross-legged under the tree. At this moment, he seemed to have touched a chance of the origin of merit, which seemed to be a kind of rule that was automatically generated when the heaven and the earth were formed.

This kind of rule is part of the main body of the Dao, and also part of the main body of the Dao of Heaven.

Rumble!
The black and yellow energy of merit in Han Feng's body is constantly circulating, but unfortunately, at the beginning, he left most of the merit to the good corpse, and now there is not much merit left in his body, which is not enough for him to consume.

Just this epiphany just now consumed all the little merit left in his body.

"Damn it, it looks like I still need a lot of merit!"

At [-] o'clock in the evening, Han Feng opened his eyes and stood up on time. He still remembers that this time is the beginning of the annual meeting of the authors of Heavenly Court. Or don't delay yourself and miss watching the author's annual meeting.

Although this epiphany was suspended due to insufficient merit, it still allowed him to find a direction, touched a trace of the will of the origin of merit, and once again made him understand the importance of merit.

With this in mind, Han Feng returned to his bedroom in a flash, and quickly took out his mobile phone to log into the Tianting Reader.

Then, he clicked on Xiao Zhuanfeng's profile picture and opened a video connection with Xiao Zhuanfeng.

As soon as the screen on the phone was connected to Xiao Zhuanfeng, Han Feng immediately saw the status of the Tianting Authors' Annual Meeting from the screen!

In front of the screen of the mobile phone, there is a stage built of jade, with an area of ​​at least one thousand square meters according to preliminary estimates.The entire stage is surrounded by fairy clouds, carved dragons and phoenixes, and there are portraits of Hongjun, Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti and others hanging on the background of the stage.

"Why does it look like it's a memorial service?" Han Feng complained speechlessly, and continued to watch the situation of the Tianting Authors' Annual Meeting through the video screen of his mobile phone.

Not surprisingly, this time the host of the author's annual meeting is still Wenqu Xingjun, but this time he is not the only host, and a female fairy is also added to host.

Han Feng watched the video carefully for a long time, only to realize that he didn't know this fairy, but she looked a bit like Chang'e, and she was also an extremely beautiful fairy.

Leaving aside Wenqu Xingjun and the female fairy host, the authors from all walks of life in the audience sat together in groups with clear distinctions.

The ones sitting in the front are all the fairy writers from the Heavenly Court. There is a vast expanse of people, and it looks like there are quite a few people.

Sitting in the middle are the Buddhas who came to Lingshan. Although they only wrote a few Buddhist scriptures, some people still came to participate in this author's annual conference.

Then came the Yinshen writers from the underworld, and there were quite a few of them. Han Feng suddenly saw the figures of the bull's head and the horse's face inside.

The last ones sitting were the authors from the demon world, that is, the position where Xiao Zhuanfeng was.

In the demon world, there are not many people who can read and write, and even fewer can write books, so there are not many authors from the demon world, only twenty or thirty more than Lingshan.

However, although Xiao Zhuanfeng sat at the back, it did not affect Han Feng's video to see everything at the scene clearly, because his mobile phone video can adjust the lens and resolution.

I have to say that the Tianting reader in his hand is too powerful, and I don't know where it came from. Its function may catch up with Hongjun Daozu's Good Fortune Jade Butterfly!
Of course, these are only Han Feng's conjectures. After all, he has never seen the jade butterfly in the hands of Teacher Hongjun, even though he is the apprentice appointed by Teacher Hongjun.

In the video, Xiao Zhuanfeng was sitting at the end, whispering something with a little demon next to him.

At this time, the Tianting Authors' Annual Meeting has not yet officially started, and the authors from all walks of life are whispering among themselves, not paying attention to Wenqu Xingjun and the fairy on the stage at all.

Maybe they are already familiar with the process of this author's annual meeting!After all, this is already the No.13 session!

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