The wind is a little hot today.

After concentrating on a book, Jian Ning poured a glass of water, raised her face, raised the corner of her mouth to Shen, and smiled gently: "Master Xuanqing, can I grow some vegetables in the yard?"

The courtyard is very large, with a pool located on the Feng Shui level, where expensive and rare ancient lotus are planted. The gorgeous and fat fish are cruising under the lotus leaves. The land around the pool is fertile and there are many ornamental flowers blooming.

Xuan Qingqing's face showed a hint of doubt: "Why do you need to grow vegetables? Do you don't like those flowers?"

"Yes." Jian Ning answered casually.

If you can't eat it, what's the use of no matter how beautiful or warm the flowers are: "You are an immortal who is not in the world. I am a mortal, and mortals cannot escape the desire to speak. And mortals will die if they don't eat!"

You can't grow food by drying the land. Isn't it because you know this very well? What kind of white lotus are you holding?

Xuanqing's eyelids suddenly slid, and the eyes of her eyes were full of deep meaning, and it was cool.

Jian Ning's lips remained curly, and clear smile patterns swept open beside her lips, and expectation flowed in her eyes.

I said secretly, I am also a white lotus...

After a moment, he raised his cold and fair fingers, pointed at her, and said, "Yes."

"Wait, I'll ask your believers to pull out the flowers." Jane Ning put her shoes on the ground and asked for advice, "Can I call them?"

Xuanqing: "Natural."

Get the answer you want, Jian Ning ran to the side palace with a pack of seeds in a hurry: "Aunt Luo, I heard that you have received God's forgiveness, and your disabled body has recovered?"

Everyone looked happy: "Yes."

"God has forgiven us."

"Our God is magnanimous, our God has boundless magic power, and God has blessed us again..."

Everyone said happily.

Looking at the white outside the temple, Jian Ning said, "What a magnanimity, your mind is smaller than the tip of a needle."

Forget it, seeing you being flattered and ecstatic, I can't bear to hit you.

"Since that's the case, I have some grain planting here. Please help me clear out the land around the pond and plant all the flowers and plants." Jian Ning's words shocked everyone.

"What?"

“Grow food?”

"Absolutely not!"

Uncle Ye frowned in disagreement: "Growing food in the temple is blasphemy!"

The temple is sacred and inviolable, how can you grow food?

It's simply ridiculous!

Everyone opposed it strongly,

"Miss, although you have saved us, we do not allow you to have a fever in your mind and offend our God."

"It's about God, don't do anything randomly."

"You are too brave!" Everyone had stubborn and disagreeable faces.

The smile on Jian Ning's face slowly disappeared, and his words were no longer gentle. He sarcastically said, "So what do you eat if you don't grow grain? The back mountain also belongs to the category of temples. These foods you have been collected from the back mountain. You can get wild food in the back mountain without any burden. Why don't you want to grow your own food? At least the grain produced in the yard is planted by you in the future, which is not better than getting something for nothing? Are you planning to hide the back mountain and sit and wait for death?"

A group of people were blocked and couldn't speak, their faces were red and pale.

They are talking about waste who only knows how to take advantage of it!

They are not!

I feel that growing food in a temple is too shocking.

In a dilemma, he had to use the land to talk about it and save some face: "But no food can be grown in the land."

"If you can't grow food in other places, you can do it in the temple." Jian Ning said dearly: "If you don't believe it, you can try it."

Of course she was not interested in growing food in the copy, and what she did was just to test God's bottom line bit by bit.

An old man stood up and said in a rushing tone: "I firmly disagree. God likes quiet environments. Grass objects cannot be used as elegant halls. How can we replace the luxurious and fragrant fragrance?"

Jian Ning smiled angrily. Food is the most important thing for the people, so why can’t food be elegant? I really want to say: Can you live a life of age and drink flower dew?!

She was too lazy to argue with the old stubborn, and said bluntly: "Since the opinions are not unified, I think it's better to throw the divination divination and ask the gods."

Upon hearing this, the stubborn old man shut up, his expression was embarrassing, and he was unstoppable to pray for instructions from the gods when he encountered problems. This was a custom that their clan had not changed for hundreds of years.

However, since God abandoned them, the divine cups dedicated to God's desks mysteriously disappeared, and they could not find them even if they dug the ground three feet away.

This is embarrassing.

Jian Ning glanced at their gray and frustrated faces and took out a pair of crescent-shaped divination cups from her backpack: "Is this the case?"

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked over, staring at the familiar divination cup in her hand, and was surprised and ecstatic.

Aunt Luo's tone was quick: "Where did the divination cup come from? How did you get it? When did it appear in your hands?"

Aunt Luo shook Jane Ning's shoulders wildly: "Tell me quickly."

Can you stop shaking me? Your head is so shocked by you. What else can I say?

A group of people surrounded him, staring at Jian Ning's mouth wide, hoping to speak for her.

"I don't know. As soon as I woke up this morning, I saw the divination veins placed beside my pillow." The listening fee for your god.

"Oh my God, God has given his will!"

"God Messenger, you are our God Messenger!"

"I thought you were extraordinary when I saw you on the first day..." Hulala knelt on the ground.

Being bowed by a group of people who could be her grandparents, I was afraid of losing my life. Jian Ning avoided a few steps, and he really couldn't do anything to these fanatics: "Get up first and discuss who will throw the divination blocks."

"Of course, the gods send it." Aunt Luo and others said in unison.

"Okay." I throw it, I throw it, as long as I don't kneel down and I'm fine.

Jian Ning held the pair of divination cups and pretended to behave and sat in front of the divine platform.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the divination cup in their hands without blinking, and they didn't dare to breathe heavily. The needles fell from the temple could be heard.

"God, your believers are about to starve to death. Can they give you a way to live? They want to grow food in the temple? You always give me a word, and you agree."

Believers: "!!!"

This divination is too unrigorous, too contemptuous, and has a bit of complaint.

Their heart suddenly rose, but they didn't dare to disturb Jane Ning.

As the two red divination cups were thrown high, they looked at the thrown and falling divination cups, and their hearts seemed to be pulled upward by a thread.

"Bang."

The divination cup falls to the ground, one positive and one negative.

God agreed!

A low cheer sounded.

It doesn’t matter whether you can grow food in the temple, what’s important is that God responds to them.

God who had been silent for more than a year finally paid attention to them!

After harvesting hundreds of fireflies, Jian Ning placed the hot potato on the divine table, turned around and ignored them and cried with joy... and urged impatiently: "Okay, please hurry up and sort it out and try to plant a batch of food in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!