I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 635: The last memorial site, laid decades ago (5k)

The rotten-faced giant sat aside, his body still in a stiff state, and his strength was far from returning to normal.

He looked at Wen Yan with a smile on his face, pointing forward. When he talked about this matter, his tone was very serious, and he was very sure that ordinary people could do what these so-called professionals, the so-called strong men, could not do.

“Although the desert under our feet is not as big as the desert in the Western Region County, it is almost as big as a smaller county.

The vegetation coverage rate was once less than 1%, but now it has become like this.

All of this was achieved by ordinary people who persevered for decades.

Someone told me that erasing the locust power in your body is as difficult as erasing a desert.

Then I want to try it.

It has to do with what you think, what you want to do, what you want to do, and what you have done.

It doesn't matter much.

I just want to wipe out the power of the locust monster."

After hearing this, the rotten-faced big zombie completely relaxed.

I had a lot of things to say and had been planning my speech for a long time, but now they are all useless.

Open your eyes and you are already here.

There is already a new solution for what he wants to do, and it is obviously much more reliable and feasible than the method he chose.

Because he could feel that after arriving here, the locust demon power in his body was greatly suppressed.

The power of the locust demon hates this place very much. Even though the vegetation here is less than the mountains and plains in the south, the overall environment is obviously more fragile.

If he were alive back then, the environment here would definitely have been destroyed by a wave of locust monsters.

However, now there is a great trend here that has successfully gathered and become a climate trend.

Just by being here, the power of the locust monster was suppressed.

He also felt this sense of oppression when he went to the rain forest.

But it was only suppressed.

What Wen Yan said at this moment was the most ideal situation that Rotten Face Big Zhuang had ever imagined.

I don’t care who he is, what he thinks or does, I just want to get rid of the power of the locust monster.

Unfortunately, before he fell into a deep sleep, no one he met wanted this.

At the end of the Demonic Element, demons were rampant and all parties were fighting for supremacy. The people he met wanted to support him to replace the locust demon and then become the locust god as a trump card.

When the spiritual energy revived and he woke up again, no one he met wanted this to happen.

They want to borrow his fighting power and strength, and also want him to leave China and go somewhere else. There is an 80% chance that he will continue to wreak havoc on the world.

However, no matter what he likes, he can never like this kind of power.

The disgust deep in my bones cannot be changed no matter how many years have passed.

He still remembers that year, when he heard that a locust plague was coming, he sat alone by the field, looking at the crops that had not yet been harvested, his heart filled with despair.

The severe drought, locust plague, and epidemic completely crushed him. He was waiting to die at home, just hoping to have one less burden, one less mouth to feed, one less source of infection, so that the people in his family would have more chances to survive and reach another place.

Then, when he crawled out of the ground and asked around, he learned the bad news.

The locust monster was dead, but the locust plague would not disappear immediately. The three surrounding counties were all affected to varying degrees.

The number of refugees is increasing and they are gathering in large groups. In this situation, all kinds of bad things can happen.

There were too few people in their village, and even though they stuck together, all their food and money were eventually robbed along the way.

Along the way, there was not a single green spot. The tree bark and grass roots had all been swept away. He sacrificed himself and gave up the vitality, but still couldn't let his whole family survive.

He searched for a long time but couldn't even find a body.

And the root of everything is the locust monster.

Be it severe drought or epidemic, there have always been such incidents before, and we can always survive if we hold on. But the appearance of the locust monster crushes the last bit of hope.

Those disgusting things, when gathered together into a disaster, are even poisonous and cannot be eaten.

The rotten-faced zombie didn't want these powers at all.

He hated it so much that he felt that if his death could destroy the locust demon's power, he would die without hesitation.

Unfortunately, it was useless. Even if he died, he could not destroy these powers. He could only live, carrying the pain and despair, and continue to live as a zombie.

As long as this problem can be solved and the charm accumulated by generations of locust monsters can be completely wiped out, he is willing to do anything.

The rotten face relaxed, and he recounted his past experiences and his vision.

Wen Yan just sat there and listened quietly.

It was not the first time he went there in that era.

During that hundred years, the number of monsters and the degree of their rampage were unprecedented in the past five thousand years. Even the most famous Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, which were extremely chaotic and abstract, were far inferior in terms of monsters alone.

The year when his face was rotten and he died, the teenage Old Zhu should have just become a monk.

"What happened next? What did you do?"

“Later, I met a man named Liu, who told me that if I died, those powers would be free, and a locust monster would appear in the future, and that locust monster might have a chance to become a locust god.

As long as I don't die, it will be basically impossible for another locust monster to have the opportunity to become a locust god in this world.

This is what I feel is the only value of my existence.

Later, I traveled to many places, and I wanted to find the Master Zhang who was rumored to be very powerful.

At that time I thought he was going to kill me, but he didn’t. He just said that the end of the Dharma was approaching and he couldn’t solve my problem.

There is only one hopeless solution that only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and it is very painful.

I wanted to give it a try, but Master Zhang simply found a goose and cut open my heart.

The goose pecked at my heart, pulled out a phantom locust and ate it.

I thought it was really solved, but Master Zhang said it was just a temporary solution.

Later, when the Dharma Ending Period came, I fell into a deep sleep until my spiritual energy revived, and this power revived in my body.

I tried many methods, but nothing worked.

Someone told me they had a solution, so I wanted to try it.

Try my method first, and if that doesn’t work, try their method.”

Wen Yan heard the key point.

"What's the other solution?"

“I’m not sure, but I have to leave Shenzhou.

We agreed that they would help me try my current method.

If it works, I will do something for them.

It doesn't work, they help me try the second method to leave Shenzhou."

"Ha..." Wen Yan couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The big zombie with a rotten face glanced at Wen Yan, sighed with a complicated look in his eyes.

Wen Yan smiled and said.

"It seems that you know that there must be some big trap here. If things go wrong, this second method may be a big trap."

Wen Yan was chatting when the director called.

Wen Yan glanced at his phone and answered the call.

"Hey, Headquarters Chief, I'm busy with work, what can I do for you?"

"I just saw a document. Where did you take the captured zombie? According to the rules, the zombie should be imprisoned."

"I want this zombie to help me with my mission. It's not reasonable to say that the institute needs this zombie to help with research, but it's unreasonable for me to bring it with me to help me with my mission, right?"

“Is it essential?”

"Of course it's necessary. Otherwise, if I want a big zombie, why would I look for one outside of Fuyu Mountain? Uh, Director, you don't want me to write an application first and wait for approval, right? I already gave you a heads up yesterday."

"It's okay. I'm just asking. By the way, when you see the professor, don't ask nonsense questions. Don't let the professor say he's happy and can't stop talking. If you really can't do it, don't have anyone around when you chat."

"Okay." Wen Yan responded.

At the headquarters, the director hung up the phone and no one spoke in the conference room.

It is now widely rumored that Wen Yan is Tuoba Wushen, and the time, place, etc. of each of Tuoba Wushen's actions all match. The director general said nothing, and everyone knew what was going on.

In the past less than a year, Wen Yan has basically been handling cases where he had no time to waste time, and he has always been on the front line.

In this situation, no one dared to say anything, and asked Wen Yan to write an application first, go through the procedures, and then do the work.

"Let's start the meeting now." The head of headquarters remained calm and went straight to the next item on the agenda.

Wen Yan took away one and sent five, which were intelligent and low-risk Fuyu Mountain giant zombies.

The director of the research institute called early in the morning to express his gratitude.

If an outsider has any dissatisfaction, he or she can speak out.

After the meeting, the general manager returned to his office and pointed at the big screen. A map appeared on it. When the map was enlarged, it showed the northern part of Guanzhong County, which was once part of the desert.

Wen Yan is now here.

The headquarters director had been there when he was young. Someone had died there at that time and it seemed a bit strange, so he sent people from the Lieyang Tribe to take a look.

But after investigation, it was discovered that it was not done by any alien.

The director vaguely remembered that he had talked about some things with a local person at that time.

"Black box, retrieve the diary and records I left when I was on a mission here."

On one side of the screen, a scanned image suddenly appeared, with yellowed paper and strong penmanship.

At that time, it was quite popular to write diaries, and sometimes people used them directly as work records.

The General Manager quickly found his target and zoomed in on it.

"February 3, cloudy.

Local folks said that sandstorms may occur at this time every year.

During this period, it is not spring yet, so it is not suitable to continue fixing sand and planting grass.

The fellow villager pointed to a piece of sand and said that he told his grandson that he would wait until his grandson grew up.

When his grandson kills this desert, he must leave a piece of land.

Leave a piece of desert and let the damned ones watch it forever, and see what it means that man can conquer nature.

If I could live a few more years, I would bury myself in that desert.

He heard that people buried in the desert would turn into mummies and would not rot.

Then he would just stare with his eyes wide open, watching until the day he could die in peace.

When I looked at the sky full of yellow sand, I thought that this fellow was really heroic.

I am fortunate to have heard that the people have such a vision, and I certainly cannot pretend not to know it.

I reported this to my leader the same day, and he laughed and agreed, and actually wrote this on the blackboard.

Later, when I calmed down, I also felt that it was a bit whimsical.

You must keep your feet on the ground, and try not to make such boastful remarks in the future."

The director felt a little dazed as he looked at the diary written decades ago.

Then he saw another one.

“Before I left, I went to talk to my fellow villagers and told them that I hope I can see that day in my lifetime.

The fellow villager said that it was not him who said that, but someone else had said that before. He thought it was good, so he wrote it down.

The man said that this place was not a desert before, but became a desert later.

I was surprised, this place is either natural or a desert?
I really didn't know this before.

The fellow villager said that the man once said that it would be best to leave a special place for death.

I also think it makes sense. The spiritual energy has been revived.

Since it is discoverable and observable, it can also affect objective things.

Then it should not be called feudal superstition, and we should not be complacent. "

The director looked at his diary from his youth, and some distant memories, which he had not paid much attention to at the time, began to vaguely emerge in his mind.

Later, after two generations and decades of hard work, the desert in Guanzhong County was finally dried up to the point where only half of it was left, leaving behind a piece of desert as a memorial.

Looking at the location on the map, combined with the terrain of the nearby mountains and rivers, that small piece of land is indeed a dead place from the perspective of Feng Shui, and is not suitable for burial.

Scientifically speaking, if there is heavy rain there, the soil and terrain there will easily lead to soil erosion. If you bury yourself there, it may be easy for the tomb to collapse and the body to be exposed in the wilderness.

"Find out who chose that piece of land."

"Director, we haven't found any relevant records of the beginning. The earliest written records that we can find indicate that this place has been chosen as the last small piece of memorial site left."

"Okay, it's okay."

The director general did not ask further. Wen Yan told him that after having that somewhat bizarre idea, the director general always felt that there was something familiar about that place.

After searching for a while, I found something different.

But sand control and prevention of desertification from spreading further were major projects and policies, and this was entirely for long-term considerations. The plan was to take decades or even nearly a hundred years to complete.

There is indeed nothing wrong with this matter. It benefits the country and the people and is a long-term consideration.

If this long-term plan is not implemented, and desertification continues to expand, people thousands of miles away may have to eat sand and dust during the sandstorm season.

After the director general finished looking at it, he was very sure that the land must have been selected by an expert decades ago.

Otherwise, when Wen Yan suddenly had an idea, there wouldn't be a piece of land available for him to use.

That large area of ​​desert has indeed not been completely destroyed, but in the part belonging to Guanzhong County, only a piece of desert used as a memorial remains.

From the perspective of burial, this place is a dead place.

Moreover, the desert in Guanzhong County, according to its specifications, just corresponds to the power of the locust monster.

If the locust monster was more powerful, this piece of land would not be enough.

These are the professors, and they have discussed and evaluated them with several old Taoist priests.

There is no such thing as a coincidence.

This was decades ago when someone discovered that Shenzhou was doing a long-term large project, and somehow the people in charge of the project agreed with that idea.

This view has even become a vision of the locals over time.

The director general could only assume that someone had done the necessary groundwork decades ago to wipe out the power of the locust monsters and completely eliminate the possibility of the emergence of the Locust God.

After finding this out, the director was silent for a moment and turned off the screen.

He didn't continue to investigate, because if he did, he would have to look into Wen Yan's experience.

At the same time, a piece of sand was reserved as a souvenir, which was at most the size of a house.

The professor took the three old Taoist priests with him and were calculating the time, the direction, and preparing various things.

The altar is located in the southeast and faces northwest, which is very unlucky.

The professor was also following an old Taoist priest, who kept asking him to call people.

"Even if it's just an ordinary ritual, the meaning is different, and the standards have to be raised. You're so old, how come you don't understand this?"

The professor was blunt and insisted that there were problems with the preparation of the ritual.

Wen Yan felt a headache from listening to this and quickly grabbed an old Taoist priest.

"Master, this is what the professor asked for, not what you asked for.

By then, all the Taoist priests who come here will have meritorious service, incense money, after-tax bonuses, and an additional qualification.

This doesn't count as you trying to gain benefits for your disciples; this is a requirement of the Lieyang Tribe.

With such qualifications, even if you are ordained, it will be a major plus!

Besides, the professor is a straightforward person and always says what he thinks."

Wen Yan said this very bluntly. The old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"What Fellow Daoist Wen said makes a lot of sense."

Okay, the professor said they are not capable enough, so let’s just send someone. It’s not their initiative anyway.

They are all old and need to consider the younger generation.

Money and such don't matter, but if it can be related to ordination, it will add an effective qualification.

Then let the disciples come and suffer a little.

The three old Taoist priests gathered together, whispered for a few words, and then each of them made a phone call to get someone.

Half a day later, hundreds of people came.

From Taoist orchestras, to people chanting scriptures, to people beating wooden fish and holding white flags, everything can be gathered together.

There are enough people to carry out a grand ritual.

In the distance, some gentle words were raised and the equipment moved by the Lieyang Tribe was prepared for the second half.

At night, Wen Yan also changed into a disciple's Taoist robe and shouted slogans as if he had picked up his part-time job as a teenager.

"The dead are buried, and the living should stay away..."

Following Wen Yan's lead, the rotten-faced man walked step by step into the sandy area surrounded by vegetation.

He folded his hands over his chest and lay quietly on the sand.

The Taoist priests around began to perform a high-standard ritual and funeral.

The rotten-faced zombie closed his eyes quietly, feeling the power of the locust demon in his body being suppressed like never before.

He felt himself sinking, and the locust demon's power was sinking as well, as if it was really being sent away in a funeral ritual.

(End of this chapter)