In the blink of an eye, it’s afternoon again.

In a whole afternoon, all the children in the village's colleges also completed the test.

In total, from the age of five upwards, all the children studying were selected, and less than sixty people were selected.

Including those adults, the number of people in the village who have spiritual root qualifications and can cultivate immortality is still less than a hundred.

Every household was overjoyed when it was detected that they had spiritual roots.

Those whose spiritual roots were not detected all groaned in agony.

"Please don't be sad. I told you at the last meeting that the old immortal is now thinking of a way to study a method that will allow the entire village to cultivate immortality. All you have to do is wait."

Yang Donglai couldn't bear to look at those people, each with a sad face and sighing, so he directly told them what he wanted to say, giving them reassurance again.

Sure enough, the adults and children without spiritual root qualifications finally had hope again.

"Village chief, when will my child start cultivating immortality?"

"Yes, the village chief and my children are now able to practice immortality. When will we let the children start?"

Yang Donglai thought for a while and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

"That's good. From the first day of next month, we will set aside an hour every day in the ancestral hall to allow all those who are suitable for cultivating immortals to start learning and practicing. I will make detailed arrangements then."

When the adults and children with spiritual root qualifications heard this, they couldn't help but cheer loudly.

After four days, the whole village finally came to an end with the spiritual root test, and everyone went back to their homes.

Family at the dinner table.

Erya Xiaowen looked very happy.

"Brother-in-law, that's great. My second sister and I just made statistics. The total number of people in the village who have spiritual roots and can cultivate is seventy-eight!"

Erya also smiled and said: "It seems that our village is really not simple. It is really blessed by the old god to be able to have so many spiritual roots suitable for cultivating immortals at once!"

"Well, out of thousands of people, there are more than seventy people with spiritual roots, which is really good." Li Linglong also nodded in agreement.

Yang Donglai directly gave the three of them a look: "There are thousands of people in the village, but only about seventy are suitable for cultivating immortals. You think it's good, but for me, this number is too small!"

Erya Xiaowen Li Linglong, in turn, gave him a big eye roll.

Erya: "Brother-in-law, you look so dissatisfied. Do you think someone who has spiritual roots and qualifications to cultivate immortality is as worthless as a cabbage and a radish?"

Xiaowen: "Brother-in-law, for our village, these people are already quite a lot. Do you know that in the world of cultivating immortals, every time there is an audition for spiritual root disciples, it would be good to have one among a thousand people."

Li Linglong: "Others have a one-in-a-thousand chance of being selected, so that's pretty good. In Dahe Village, it's over seventy-in-a-thousand. Look at you, you're not satisfied yet."

Yang Donglai looked at the three of them and was scolded with nothing to say. Finally, he sighed and simply started to deal with the food on the table.

How did they know that Yang Donglai knew his own sufferings?

If we follow normal logic, it is exactly what they said.

Among ordinary people, if one out of a thousand has spiritual roots and is suitable for cultivating immortals, it is already good.

But the key point is that Yang Donglai cannot follow that logic and say that what he needs is that the whole village must have spiritual roots. Naturally, the more people who are suitable for cultivating immortals, the better.

"Oh, by the way, don't leave in a hurry. There is one thing I want to discuss with you."

After dinner, a few people were about to walk out of the kitchen, and Yang Donglai quickly stopped them.

"Brother-in-law, what's going on?"

Several people looked at him with curiosity on their faces.

"Starting from next month, if you have nothing to do, I want you to teach those people in the village who have spiritual qualifications how to become immortals."

"Ah, brother-in-law, why don't you teach them yourself? We have no experience in this area at all!"

Erya Xiaowen quickly shook his head and waved his hands, obviously not wanting to take on this burden.

"Yang Donglai immediately frowned, stared at them both, and wanted to say something else.

"Why don't you let me teach them? It's just a good chance that Xiao Lazy can start enlightenment in cultivating immortals as soon as possible." Li Linglong stood up and said directly.

"Well, I'll have to work hard for you from now on."

Finally, he glared at Erya Xiaowen again, left the kitchen and walked out.

Xiaowen: "Second sister, it's over now. Seeing how my brother-in-law is doing, he must be angry with us."

Erya: "What should we do? But the key thing is to teach people to practice, and we have never done it at all!"

Da Ya put away the dishes and glared at them: "You never learn anything. Then, if you study with Sister Linglong for a few days, won't you be able to share some responsibilities for your brother-in-law?"

Another day.

"Squirt Bottle, how many opportunities do I have to select items now?"

(Master, you now have eighty-three opportunities to choose items at will.)

Yang Donglai nodded.

He also made a careful calculation himself, and found that based on the number of people in the village who had tested their spiritual roots in the past few days, there were seventy.

In addition to the remaining five times, there are indeed a total of eighty-three opportunities to randomly select items.

Suddenly, a spiritual root seed appeared in his hand.

"It seems that to find a way, we need to find someone to conduct an experiment, but who should we find?"

Yang Donglai was thinking distressedly.

Let’s talk about the trivial things going on at Wang Mazi’s house in the village at this time.

"Dad, Mom hasn't gotten up yet to cook. What should my brother and I eat? We have to go to school quickly."

"What, your mother is still sleeping! I'll give you a few copper coins and go to the village head to buy some steamed buns and fried dough sticks to eat. Then go to school."

Wang Mazi gave a few coins to his two sons, and they left happily.

Wang Mazi then walked into the house with anger on his face.

"Zhu Lanhua, you lazy woman is still sleeping here, and you don't even care about the children's food. Get up and cook for me."

When Wang Mazi saw that his fat pig wife was still snoring, he directly opened the quilt and pulled her out of bed.

"You bastard named Wang, I am now a cultivator of immortality. Ask me to cook for you. Damn it. From now on, I will be the god in this family. All the big and small things in the house will be done by you.

right."

Zhu Lanhua, shaking all her fat, stood up and pointed at Wang Mazi's nose and cursed.

"What, you've been really bad-tempered these past two days. What's so great about you cultivating immortality? You're cultivating immortality, and that's my mother-in-law. Now you don't even cook at home, so you don't believe I can't cure you today.

"

Wang Mazi glared, stretched out his hand and slapped Zhu Lanhua: "Hurry up and cook for me."

"Well, you Wang Mazi, you dare to hit me, I am an immortal cultivator, you dare to hit me."

Zhu Lanhua covered her face, her expression twisted with anger.

With a roar, he rushed over, hit and grabbed Wang Mazi with both hands, and directly pushed Wang Mazi to the ground. His whole big meat mound sat on him, and kept beating him. Wang Mazi screamed in pain.

Finally, Zhu Lanhua got tired of the beating, kicked him hard twice, returned to the bed, and then fell asleep.

"Oh, let me tell you, Wang Mazi, how did you become like this? It couldn't have been your wife Zhu Lanhua who beat you, right?"

"No, no, I accidentally knocked it."

Wang Mazi walked out of the house and walked directly towards the village chief Yang Donglai's house.

When the villagers saw how badly he was beaten, they were all shocked.

How could Wang Mazi admit that he was beaten by his wife at home? He covered his face with his sleeves and sped up.

Woof woof woof...!

When the big yellow dog saw someone coming to the house, he barked several times.

"Hey, isn't this Wang Mazi? How did you become like this? Your wife must have been too cruel!"

Yang Donglai walked out of the study and saw that Wang Mazi was beaten on the face. Needless to say, he knew that he must have been domestically abused again.

"Village Chief, wow wow... You must find a way to save me. Village Chief, that bitch is so ruthless. I really can't stand these days of domestic violence... Wuwu...!

"

When Wang Mazi saw Yang Donglai, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved. He burst into tears without caring about his image on the spot.
Chapter completed!