I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 636: Try your best, special effects derivative (5k)

Some unclear whispers echoed in the air, and hundreds of Taoist priests, young and old, came together to perform rituals.

There was no filial son smashing the pot, nor was there any funeral procession. Wen Yan led the way personally and let the rotten-faced zombie walk in by himself.

Because this would allow the rotten-faced zombie to bury the locust monster power himself.

He himself is equivalent to the coffin of the power of those locust monsters.

The rotten-faced zombie lay on the sand, slowly sinking, his body sinking beneath the sand.

The ritual was still going on. Wen Yan took out three incense sticks, lit them with Yang energy, shook his hands, and inserted them in front of the sand.

He stood straight outside on the sand, carrying the Chunjun mace on his back, watching quietly.

If there are any unexpected situations, he will be the guardian and crush all possible obstacles.

As the rotten-faced zombie sank into the sand, some fluctuations began to appear on the surface of the sand.

Wen Yan watched coldly, he stretched out his hand and waved to the people in the distance.

After receiving the signal, a dark-skinned man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties stretched out his hand and stopped the others.

"I have been working here to control desertification all my life, and so has my father. Now it's my turn. If you don't let me go, I won't be able to face them even if I die."

"This is not sand control, this is dangerous." Someone nearby immediately advised.

"This is sand control." The man was stubborn.

Someone else wanted to say something, but was stopped by an old man with wrinkles all over his face. The old man patted the man on the shoulder.

"Go, don't bring shame to you and your grandfather."

A lot of people came today and were watching here. They wanted to stop him, but they were just worried about the danger. No one thought that this guy was not qualified.

This man’s grandfather was the first generation to start sand control decades ago, even before the major policies came out.

The man's father had been working with them since he was a child and had taken root here for decades. When he passed away, his ashes were scattered in the larch forest that his father had planted himself.

Now in this generation of men, those who are only in their forties look like they are in their fifties.

Everyone felt it was appropriate to let him finish the job.

The man did not use any prepared technological equipment. He carried dry wheat straw and rice straw on his back, held a pole, and used purely manual means to create grass grids in the sand.

This is the simplest and most effective means, which can weaken surface wind force, prevent the movement of sand particles, control wind erosion, and intercept rainwater, increasing the water content in the sand layer, which is very beneficial to the survival and growth of sand-fixing plants.

The inside of each grass grid is the soil for subsequent plant growth, and as time goes by, the ecology here will recover.

This is the lowest cost, simplest and most effective method.

The man paid no attention to the sand surging in the center of the desert. He just focused on making grass squares, as usual, with skillful and quick movements.

Wen Yan stood outside the sand and watched quietly.

He looked at the sand that was constantly surging in the center of the desert. As the man laid down grass grids, circle by circle, little by little, the surging sand was shrinking in both force and range.

He could even feel that an ordinary person could have a much stronger suppressive and deterrent effect on the locust monster's power than he did.

He stood here, but those forces still dared to surge, but at most they would just move away from him and not aim at him.

This was probably because he had once killed a locust monster with his Chunjun mace.

But facing that man, those forces seemed to be afraid, but they had to resist and were unwilling to do so.

However, the power of resistance was suppressed little by little as time passed.

Just regarding this matter, the man's will is so firm that it is impossible to guess, and the willpower he possesses is unmatched.

Wen Yan's face was solemn and full of respect. He could not see the specific process of decades, but he seemed to be able to feel the will accumulated over at least seventy years and three generations.

This gave him new ideas and expanded his thoughts, especially for his practice as a cultivator, it was a great inspiration.

The so-called power is not necessarily visible or tangible, nor is it necessarily a professional one. It may be something else.

Wen Yan stood there motionless, without moving for the entire day.

The ritual was still going on. The Taoist priests, both big and small, took turns to perform the ritual. No one complained. It was normal for a high-level ritual to last for three days and three nights.

Otherwise, why did they call the three old Taoist priests over at the beginning?

Because an old Taoist priest couldn't stand it...

The man moved quickly, and by the time the sun set, the entire stretch of sand was covered with grass grids, and there was no sign of sand moving on the surface.

But it's clearly not over yet.

In this season, after nightfall is the suitable time for planting. If you plant things during the day, even a little bit of water for rooting will be evaporated in an hour, and the seedlings will be sun-dried to death before they can recover.

The man skillfully planted the seedlings according to his experience, all of which were drought-resistant sand-fixing plants.

In the past, it certainly wouldn't have happened so quickly, but there is only one last piece of sand left here, and the vegetation has already advanced here. If it hadn't been left here intentionally, this place would have been flattened long ago.

Even if there is no one to manage it, this piece of sand surrounded by vegetation may disappear naturally in a few years.

The next day, the weather was good, it was cloudy and there was no sun, so the survival rate of the newly planted seedlings would increase a lot.

The man completed the sand fixation and planting, walked out of the sand and stood aside. After being busy all night, he was still very excited and not sleepy at all.

Wen Yan sensed quietly and could still feel that the force of resistance under the sand was getting weaker and weaker, but there was still a little strength, resisting stubbornly.

Wen Yan looked at the man next to him. He felt that this man was the one with the most say.

"Almost there. Do you know what might be missing?"

"Maybe it's because of the lack of rain. As long as it rains a little, the vegetation will have a great chance of survival. Some rain will be absorbed by the wheat straw in the grass squares, and the plants planted inside will have a higher chance of survival."

"oh, I see."

Wen Yan looked up at the sky. It was cloudy today and the sky was gloomy.

He took out his mobile phone and asked the black box to retrieve data from the Meteorological Bureau, which showed that the probability of local rainfall was 30%.

Wen Yan didn't care about all this, as long as it wasn't 0%, he continued to check the weather cloud map, the wind direction and speed, the flow of cold and hot air, the direction of water vapor, and a series of large and small data and trends.

He looked at it for an hour before slowly raising his head and tapping on his phone to send a message to Black Box.

Given the current situation, any slight change could cause the probability of rain here to increase dramatically.

The black box mobilized extremely high computing power, calculated for a while, listed seven or eight possibilities for Wen Yan, and explained the core principles behind them.

After Wen Yan fully understood all of this, he closed his eyes, raised a finger and pointed to the sky.

If he just wanted it to rain in an area no more than a dozen meters wide, he could do it anytime as long as there were clouds.

But this time, he wanted the range to be a little bigger.

Wen Yan raised his hand, and after a few minutes, nothing seemed to have changed.

In his mind, he recalled the cloud map and direction, and intervened a little bit with the smallest amount of force.

Let the place where cold and hot air meet change in advance, which will affect the whole body and trigger more changes.

This is not just about moving the clouds, but about operating the subtle details from a more macro perspective.

Wen Yan closed his eyes and immersed himself in this feeling. He didn't really use Si Yu's special effects before, and when he did, it was just for small things.

But this time, he didn't want to make a small move because everyone else had done their best.

The big zombie with a rotten face was convinced that he would die. He had been enduring the inner pain and refused to die because he didn't want the locust demon's power to be free. Now, as long as it could be completely wiped out, he didn't care whether he was really dead or not.

Even if he really died here, he felt it was worth it.

Three generations of that man's family have been working here to control desertification, and he is determined to win.

Even the Taoists took turns to work after a day and a night. The old Taoist priest in his seventies, who was being tortured by the old man, said nothing and tried his best.

So, why did Wen Yan feel that it was good enough?

Not enough, he has to try his best.

He wanted to use a rain that covered a large enough area, with absolute advantage, to completely annihilate the last and most stubborn force of resistance.

This time it's not a trick, it's not raining, it's a battle.

Wen Yan's will was infused into it, and in his mind, the torn scroll was reflected. As Wen Yan gently moved some places, a chain reaction occurred.

The clouds above our heads began to thicken slowly.

The light from the sky that was coming through the clouds gradually dimmed.

Gradually, the wind started to blow, and there was a hint of moisture in the wind.

Wen Yan stood in place, his clothes began to rustle in the strong wind. On the back of his raised right hand, the Water Official Talisman for Relieving Evils was clearly visible. This heaven-granted treasure talisman was blooming with unprecedented light.

Gradually, the strong wind dissipated, the air pressure around became low, and it felt a little stuffy.

Wen Yan pointed to the sky and shouted softly.

After waiting for a few seconds, a drop of rain fell silently on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the raindrops began to become denser, one by one, continuously falling, like a curtain, spreading out in all directions with this area as the center.

It was not a downpour, nor were there raindrops as big as beans, but just a continuous drizzle, falling slowly and silently, and hitting people's faces was just like being gently brushed by cow hair or wool.

However, this rain covered an area of ​​two to three hundred kilometers around.

The data on the weather forecast has been changed in real time. The probability of rainfall in the three cities in the northern part of Guanzhong County is 100%, with light rain.

Wen Yan put down his hand, opened his eyes, and looked quietly at the sand in front of him.

On the back of his right hand, the Water Official Talisman for Relieving Evils was still emitting a light visible to the naked eye. Wen Yan could even feel that at this moment, all the special effects of the Water Official Talisman for Relieving Evils began to increase significantly.

What you are doing at this moment is most in line with the Water Official Talisman for relieving disasters.

It was much more compatible than any of his previous fights.

He felt as if there was some force around him that wanted to drag him into the realm or the old dream.

Everything around him became a little blurry in his eyes.

He had already made preparations. He had been standing here for a whole day without putting down his bag. He also had the Chunjun Mace on his back, ready to deal with any unexpected event that might occur at any time.

He saw the illusory scene intersecting with the real environment around him, and he was about to change places.

He saw a green-headed locust, followed by countless locusts, countless locusts, appearing on this side of the illusion.

But then he saw the shadow of an old farmer appear and crush the green-headed locust to death with one foot.

Soon after, more and more figures appeared, some waving farm tools, some stepping on others, and some reaching out to crush them to death.

There were countless phantoms of locusts, but in the constantly overlapping, illusory picture that looked like many backgrounds superimposed on each other, there were also countless people appearing.

Those phantoms, who looked like ordinary people, were stepping on the green-headed locusts to death.

Wen Yan, who was about to be pulled in, was stuck halfway and could only watch the scene.

It's not his turn at all.

Countless people have come forward one after another and contributed to this great cause, and some have even sacrificed their lives here. Now that the situation is set and it only takes the final push, how could the power of a mere locust monster be able to stop it?

In the countless overlapping illusions, countless locusts were killed one after another.

In the end, only the huge green-headed locusts were left, and they were dying continuously.

After one of them died suddenly, the overlapping illusions disappeared one by one.

After a few minutes, finally, all the illusions almost disappeared, leaving only the last illusion.

Wen Yan saw the figure with a rotten face and a big zombie. He was filled with grief and anger, and he stomped the head of the green-headed locust to pieces with hatred. He seemed unsatisfied, and kicked it again and again like a madman, completely crushing and tearing the entire body of the green-headed locust into pieces.

Then, Wen Yan felt the light blooming on the Evil Water Official Talisman, and the drizzle gently washed past. The remaining remains of the green-headed locusts gradually dissipated under the drizzle.

After the last illusion disappeared, Wen Yan's eyes returned to the real world.

This was the first time he encountered a situation where, when he was about to fall into an old dream or realm, he was stuck halfway for a long time. Before he could do anything, the things inside were suppressed and collapsed.

All he could do was flush and clean up the mess.

At this moment he could feel that as the drizzle here continued to fall, it moistened the earth, and the rain water seeped into the ground.

In the sand, the power of the locust monster and the little bit of charm that had been accumulated by generations of locust monsters have also been crushed.

Those shredded fragments could not be wiped out out of thin air, but were now carried away by the seeping rain, seeping in little by little, and then spreading rapidly with the drizzle, turning into the nutrients needed for the earth to give birth to vitality.

Wen Yan was a little confused. No wonder there was no prompt when he saw the rotten face and stiff body this time.

In other words, he had found the most thorough solution without any prompting.

The power of the locust demon, in the final analysis, is the little bit of spiritual charm that has been accumulated over a long period of time. It is almost impossible to completely solve these things by brute force.

Wen Yan waited quietly for a while in the drizzle. At this point, he was basically sure that the matter was completely resolved and was just waiting to finish it.

All he could do was done.

He looked around, took out his cell phone and sent a message. After a while, people from the Lieyang Tribe came and brought some raincoats.

It doesn't matter for the young and strong, but those old Taoists, if they are kept here for a long time and get caught in the rain, they will suffer if they get sick.

The ritual was still going on, and Wen Yan didn't hold an umbrella, just waiting there.

When the rain stopped, another night passed, and on the third day, the ritual was finally concluded.

Wen Yan worked non-stop for three days and never left the place. The others had gone to rest and took turns.

The ritual ended, and the scattered clouds in the sky gradually drifted away.

Wen Yan squatted down and looked at the newly planted plants on the sand. Some of them had full buds and a hint of green could be seen.

Wen Yan asked the Taoists who had been working in rotation for three days and were exhausted to rest, and he himself went into the sandy land.

He came to the very center, where there was a grass grid one meter square. He stretched out his hand, reached into the sand, and slowly pulled it outwards.

The rotten-faced man, who had closed his eyes and fallen into silence, was pulled out by him.

The big zombie with a rotten face was illuminated by the sun and slowly opened his eyes with a trace of confusion in his eyes. His tattered cheeks were covered with wet sand and dust.

After a long while, he finally asked.

"I...am not dead yet?"

“The protagonist being buried was just the power of the locust monster.

Let its charm transform into spirituality, return to the earth, and turn into nutrients that nourish the vitality of the earth.

When have you ever seen such a grand ceremony just to bury a coffin?
You represent the coffin, do you still want to be the protagonist of the ritual?"

His face was rotten and stiff, and he was confused and dazed. He didn't understand what he said for a moment.

Wen Yan looked at the missing part of the rotten and stiff face, which had been filled with moist sand. The sand didn't seem to show any signs of falling off, so he didn't care anymore.

He pointed to his feet.

"The people here are kindhearted. Every grass square here is planted with plants, except for the square where your head is. The middle is left empty, obviously reserved for you.

Whether it is left for you to grow or to plant, you should not let others down.

Now, let’s get started.”

Wen Yan took out a few seedlings that looked like dry branches and stuffed them into the rotten-faced zombie's hands.

His face was rotten and he was dizzy. He didn't quite understand what was said at the beginning, but he understood the last part.

He grinned. He might not be able to do other things, but farming was a skill ingrained in his bones.

He stretched his stiff body and planted the seedlings at the place where he was pulled out.

Wen Yan stared at the big zombie with a rotten face, and this time he saw it more clearly.

When the rotten-faced zombie grinned, the dirt on his rotten face still did not fall off.

His face was repaired.

A guy full of death planted the seeds of life, and he was full of joy, with an ugly yet sincere smile.

Wen Yan also smiled, raised his head and looked around. The sky was clear and the endless green around him seemed to have been cleansed and full of vitality.

He knew in his heart that this time things went so smoothly simply because he was lucky enough to get a ride. It was the people here, those ordinary people, whose accumulated strength over decades was playing a decisive role.

He took a deep breath and saw the prompt finally appear.

"Relieve the Disaster Water Official Talisman, gain additional progress, 10%."

"The mythical special effect of the Jie E Shui Guan Lu, Si Yu, becomes less difficult when actively controlling it; the special effect gains a new derivative: Calling the Wind."

"Mysterious fragmentary map, get the corresponding area repaired."

"The progress of the Water Official Talisman for Relieving Disasters is currently 85%."

(End of this chapter)