Release the Douyin fairyland version, the Holy Land Patriarch broke the defense

At this moment, Lin Ye hooked his free right hand at Ghost Servant No. 2 beside him.

Seeing this scene, Ghost Servant No. 2 first looked around, then showed a thoughtful look, and finally his eyes lit up. He hurriedly took out a bottle of beer from the storage bag, chilled it with magic, and handed it to Lin Ye.

After subconsciously taking the beer, Lin Ye suddenly felt something was wrong. After slowly turning his head and seeing the beer in his hand, his expression froze for a moment.

"Who wants this stuff? What I want is tobacco, tobacco!"

As he said that, he hit the head of Ghost Servant No. 2 with a bottle, making a thud.

After knocking, he didn't forget to take a big gulp.

After seeing this, Ghost Servant No. 2 couldn't help but curl his lips, and then he took out a tobacco plant from his storage bag.

When Lin Ye held the tobacco in his hand, all the Bone Spirit Sect disciples present, including Venerable Linggu, involuntarily focused their attention on it.

"The plant I'm holding is called tobacco. It can be used to make something called cigarettes, which have a certain stress-relieving effect and are addictive."

"My idea is that starting today, the Bone Spirit Cult will plant tobacco on a large scale, then make it into cigarettes and sell them to the righteous monks."

"My request is not high. Each of you will contract 1000 acres of land."

As soon as these words were spoken, even the Bone Spirit Sect disciples, who were not talkative by nature, were instantly in an uproar.

They never imagined that the important task Lin Ye was going to give them was farming.

It's not that there are no cultivators farming in this world. Some sects make a living by growing spiritual medicines and plants, and individual cultivators occasionally grow crops like spiritual rice to earn some spiritual stones.

But how could they accept that they, as monks of the Demonic Sect, were suddenly asked to farm? Moreover, the crops they planted were ordinary plants like tobacco, which were not even considered spiritual plants.

Of course, they only dared to think about such words, and never dared to say them out loud. After all, the person who said these words was the leader of the Demon Sect who was moody and would use a bottle to blow people's heads off if they disagreed with him.

Moreover, they also heard from the disciples of Xuanyin Sect that their leader had extremely low quality.

Only the leader of the Bone Spirit Sect, Venerable Linggu, spoke beside Lin Ye with an embarrassed look on his face:

"Master Sect Leader, isn't this a bit inappropriate? Even if our Bone Spirit Sect is no longer of use to us, you shouldn't ask us to farm."

"And they're just ordinary plants. If one person really planted a thousand acres, there wouldn't be any time left for cultivation."

"Of course, this isn't to say I doubt your decision. The main point is, can cigarettes made from this tobacco really be transformed into spirit stones?"

At this moment, Venerable Linggu became the mouthpiece for thousands of disciples of the Bone Spirit Sect.

However, Lin Ye seemed to have already thought of his doubts. He did not refute them immediately, but tore off a leaf from the tobacco in his hand and then used magic to dry it quickly.

After drying, he immediately used his bare hands to release thousands of sword energies to cut the leaves into thin strips.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Bone Spirit Sect thought that Lin Ye was trying to intimidate them, and they were all terrified.

But at this moment, Lin Ye took out another piece of white paper from the storage bag, and used the white paper to roll the tobacco he had just cut into more than a dozen cigarettes.

"Come on, have a taste."

Under the anxious gaze of Venerable Linggu, Lin Ye handed a cigarette to him.

Then he handed one to each of the Bone Spirit Sect disciples standing in the front row.

One of the disciples stuffed the cigarette into his mouth without even frowning and swallowed it in two gulps. Judging from his expression, it was obvious that the cigarette tasted bad.