There is also spring for passers-by

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and she must have been engaged. In rural farming families, most people start talking about marriage at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and rarely start at the age of fifteen. Getting engaged early allows the future husband to come and help with farm work, and her family can get festival gifts for several years: rice dumplings, buns, and eggs for the Dragon Boat Festival; moon cakes, pastries, and osmanthus wine for the Mid-Autumn Festival; and clothing fabrics, pork, and brown sugar for parents and elders during the New Year.

The boy with four spiritual roots was about ten years old, with a chubby face. He was sent here not by his parents but by the elders of the clan. The clan leader gave him a few instructions and accepted the one hundred taels of silver given by the immortal sect on his behalf.

"Third Grandfather, remember to give the silver to my mother. Don't give it to my father. If you give it to my father, he will give it to my grandmother. My grandmother has more than just my father as a son. She also has my eldest uncle, second uncle, and fourth uncle. Third Grandfather told my mother that this silver is my filial piety to her. My eldest sister is engaged, so he gave her ten taels as a dowry, and the rest should be used to buy good farmland. The good farmland should be registered under the name of my brother, who was born to the same mother..."

The boy with four spiritual roots babbled as he arranged the hundred taels of silver. At the end, he said, "When I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely go home to visit them and tell my grandma not to bully my eldest sister or scold my mother anymore. Otherwise, when I become an immortal, I will not take them with me."

He wanted to say more when he heard laughter from the side. It was a few children who also had spiritual roots and couldn't help laughing. Oh, they had natural spiritual roots and double spiritual roots, but they didn't dare to think about becoming immortals. This kid, on the other hand, thought far enough and even thought about becoming an immortal.

Wen Wan felt very happy and laughed along.

In the three villages of Qingmu No. 3, No. 4 and No. 5, there is no child with spiritual roots. There is a boy with three spiritual roots in Qingmu No. 5, the child of Qingmu No. 6 has no spiritual roots at all, and there is a boy with five spiritual roots in Qingmu No. 7. Gold, wood, water, fire and earth are all present, but the purity is not high and the light is not bright enough.

When it was the turn of Wenjia Village, Qingmu No. 8, Wen Fenfang was the first to step forward. She placed her hand on the egg-sized spirit stone. Two seconds later, the stone flashed with red, yellow, and green light. "Three spirit roots, please register your information, village chief."

The village chief was so excited that he almost cried: "Wen Fenfang is the granddaughter of Wen Changlu, the village chief of Wenjia Village, Qingmu Town, Changqing County. Her father is the second son of the family, Wen Zhijiang. She was born in May of the 123rd year of Anguo."

A Wenya Immortal Sect disciple filled out Wen Fenfang's personal information. After she finished, the female disciple beside her handed her a silver ingot and said, "Congratulations, your granddaughter has found her destiny as an immortal!"

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Village Chief Wen responded repeatedly, and then looked up at the other children in Wenjia Village. It turned out that none of his three grandchildren of marriageable age had spiritual roots. The grandson of his cousin was being tested now, and he also had no spiritual roots.

It was the turn of Wen Pan, Wu Cang and Wen Wan, brother and sister. The three of them walked to the front of the stage. Wen Pan picked up the medium-sized spirit-testing stone as if he was having a meal at home. Wen Wan picked up the smallest spirit-testing stone. Wu Cang stood in front of the largest spirit-testing stone. The three of them placed their hands on the stones.

Wen Wan knew early on that Wu Cang had a light spiritual root. She was very curious about what color the light spiritual root was and didn't pay any attention to her subordinates.

Wen Pan's spirit stone didn't light up, but he kept shouting, "It's lit, it's lit! Sister, the spirit stone in your hand is lit up!"

Wen Wan came back to her senses and when she concentrated, she found that the stone in her hand was indeed bright, and quite beautiful, with many colors: silver, green, black, red, yellow, and purple.

"Sister, you have a destiny as an immortal!" Wen Pan exclaimed at the top of his voice.

Wen Wan's attention was on Wu Cang: Big brother doesn't have the spiritual root of light, why doesn't his stone light up.

Could it be a mistake?

Wen Fenfang widened her eyes and looked at Wen Wan without blinking: The system is too unreliable. Isn't it said that Wen Wan has dual spiritual roots of gold and fire, and they are in conflict with each other. Why are there so many colors?

Just as the people from the Immortal Sect were about to speak, a golden light flashed from the largest spirit stone and shot straight into the sky. The weather was originally cloudy, but the dark clouds above dispersed, revealing the scorching spring sun.

Wenwan looked up at the sky.

There was a sigh of relief from both the stage and the audience.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, what kind of spiritual root is this that can actually bring about celestial phenomena?"

The four disciples of the Immortal Sect looked at Wu Cang with either amazement or envy.

The leading disciple asked loudly, "Excuse me, are these two elders here? Could the village chief please let their elders come and verify the information?"

Village chief Wen didn't know how to respond. The young man from the same village who had already been tested ran towards the city gate to inform Wen Dashan.

After Wen Pan touched that spirit stone, he changed to the smallest one. After touching the smallest one, he touched the largest one. He felt very unsatisfied.

His brother has a connection with the immortals, his sister has a connection with the immortals, why doesn't he have one? After having touched all three, he became more and more discouraged and desperate.

The leading disciple of the Immortal Sect took two wrapped cloth bags and said, "Uncle has a pair of wonderful children. The eldest son has top-grade spiritual roots, and the daughter has five spiritual roots. These are gifts from the Immortal Sect..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a majestic voice from the air: "Wait!"

The voice arrived first, but no one was seen. Under the scorching sun, a Taoist in white clothes and robes appeared out of thin air. His hair and beard were all white. He walked on the wind and slowly descended. "I am a disciple of the Taoist sect. I will give money to his parents."

"Daojun, Anguo is the place protected by my Qingyun Sect, you..."

"Humph, Qingyun Sect is a second-class sect under the jurisdiction of our Dao Sect."

A burst of laughter echoed from the air. "Daoist Master Zixu, Qingyun Sect is an independent second-class immortal sect. They have their own mortal kingdoms to protect and their own territories. Daoist Master is also a person who has attained enlightenment through self-cultivation. How can you speak falsely?"

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, its cadence evoking a feeling of spring breeze. Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a bald monk in a grey robe appeared on the high platform. He clasped his hands together and chanted, "Buddha, have mercy!" His piercing eyes swept over Wen Wan and then onto Wu Cang. "You are the one who has attracted the divine presence. You are destined to be with the Buddha. Follow me, Old Ne, into the outer world to cultivate."

The novel states that people with bright spiritual roots are born to be Buddhists and are destined to become disciples of Buddha.

She approached with grace and composure, bowing. "May I ask what sect the holy monk belongs to? Your sect might accept him as a direct disciple. Who would he choose to be his disciple?"

"Wan'er, don't be rude!" Wu Cang scolded his sister.

Wen Wan glanced at him and said, "Brother, if you join the Buddhist sect and practice Buddhism, you must let me find a way to find you if I miss you someday." She didn't think it was rude. "Thank you, Saint Monk, for telling me."

The holy monk smiled slightly, "Little donor, you are reluctant to leave your brother. No problem, you can join him in the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect. We have several Buddhist temples and monasteries under our Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, and the Nanhai Temple of our sect is full of female disciples."

When Taoist Zixu heard this, he didn't think much of it at first glance. He just thought that a young man with bright spiritual roots had appeared. But when he looked closely, he found that Wenwan's spiritual roots were different. If she was below the level of a spirit transforming, she might be considered to have five spiritual roots. But he was not a spirit transforming. He was a Taoist of the Mahayana cultivator. This woman had a rare chaotic spiritual root.

"Master Shi Xuan, if you don't leave now, the Jokhang Dharma King will arrive."

The Buddhist sect is a first-class immortal sect in the secular world, but it is divided into two factions, one is Zen and the other is Tantric. The two factions have their own skills and rules, but there are often conflicts between the two sects.