I am your natural enemy

The rotten-faced big zombie 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 and so-called strong people could not do.

"Although the desert under my feet is not as big as the desert in Xiyu County, it is almost as big as a smaller county.

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

All these were achieved by ordinary people who have persisted for decades.

Someone told me that it is as difficult to erase the locust monster power in your body as to erase a desert.

Then I want to try it.

It has nothing to do with what you think, what you want to do, what you want to do, and what you have done before.

It doesn't matter much.

I just want to erase the power of the locust monster."

When the rotten-faced big zombie heard this, he completely relaxed.

Originally, there were a lot of things to say, and the rhetoric that had been brewing for a long time was now useless.

Opening his eyes, he was already here.

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

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

The power of the locust monster hated this place very much, even though the vegetation here was less than the mountains and plains in the south, and the overall environment was obviously more fragile.

If it was in the era when he was alive, the environment here would definitely be destroyed by a wave of locust monsters.

However, now, there is a big trend here, which has successfully gathered and become a big trend of climate.

He was just here, and the power of the locust monster was suppressed.

When he went to the rain forest, he also felt this feeling of being suppressed.

But it was just suppressed.

What Wen Yan said at this moment was the most ideal situation that the rotten-faced big zombie had ever imagined.

It didn't matter who he was, what he thought or did, but just wanted to solve the power of the locust monster.

Unfortunately, when he hadn't fallen into deep sleep, no one he met wanted to do this.

At the end of the Demonic Yuan, demons were dancing in disorder and all parties were fighting for hegemony. 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, none of the people he met wanted this.

They wanted to borrow his fighting power and strength, and wanted him to leave Shenzhou and go to other places. He would probably continue to cause chaos in the world.

However, no matter what he liked, he could not like this kind of power.

The disgust in his bones could not be changed after so many years.

He still remembered that year, when he heard that the locust plague was coming, he sat alone by the field, looking at the grain that had not yet been harvested, full of despair.

The drought, locust plague, and epidemic completely crushed him. He was waiting to die at home, just hoping that there would be less burden, less mouth, and less source of infection, so that his family would have more opportunities to survive and go to another place.

Then, when he got 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 surrounding three counties were all affected to varying degrees.

There were more and more refugees, gathering in groups. In this situation, all kinds of bad things could happen.

There were still too few people in their village. Even if they gathered together, all their food and money were robbed on the way.

There was no green along the way. The bark and grass roots had been swept away. He sacrificed himself and gave up the life, but still couldn't let his family survive.

He searched for a long time, but didn't even find the corpse.

The root of everything was the locust monster.

Whether it was a severe drought or an epidemic, there had always been droughts before. You could always survive if you endured it, but the appearance of the locust monster crushed the last bit of hope.

Those disgusting things, after gathering into a disaster, were even poisonous and couldn't be eaten.

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

He hated it so much that he felt that if he died and could destroy the power of the locust monster, he would die without hesitation.

Unfortunately, it was useless. He couldn't destroy these powers even if he died. He could only live, carrying pain and despair, and continue to live as a zombie.

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

The rotten-faced big zombie relaxed. He told about his past experiences and his vision.

Wen Yan just sat by and listened quietly.

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

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

The year when the rotten-faced big zombie died, the teenage Lao Zhu should have just become a monk.

"What happened next? What did you do?"

"Later, I met a man named Liu, who said that if I died, those powers would be free, and another 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's basically impossible for another locust monster to appear in this world with a chance to become a locust god.

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

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

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

There is only a slim hope, a solution that treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and it is very painful.

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

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

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

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

I've tried many methods, but to no avail.

Someone told me they had a way, and I wanted to try it.

Try my method first, and if it doesn't work, try their method again. "

Wen Yan heard the key point.

"What's the other way?"

"I'm not sure, but I have to leave China.

We made an agreement that they would help me try my current method.

If it happens, I will do something for them.

If that didn't work, they helped me try a second way to leave China. "

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

The rotten-faced man glanced at Wen Yan and sighed with a complicated expression.

Wen Yan smiled and said.

"It seems that you yourself know that there must be some big pitfalls here. If you fail to do this second method, it will be a big pitfall."

While Wen Yan was chatting, the head of the headquarters called.

Wen Yan looked at the phone and answered the call.

"Hey, Chief, I'm busy with business, what can I do?"

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

"I want this zombie to assist me in my mission. It cannot be said that the institute needs this zombie to assist me in my research. It is very reasonable. I want it to assist me in my mission. Is it unreasonable?"

"Is it essential?"

"Of course it is essential. Otherwise, if I want Da Zang, why should I go to Da Zang outside Fuyu Mountain? Uh, the head of the headquarters, doesn't this mean that I have to write an application first and wait for approval? Yesterday I But I’ve already said hello.”

"It's okay, I'll just ask. By the way, when you see the professor, don't ask blindly if it's okay, and don't let the professor say you're happy. If you can't hold your tongue, it's really impossible. When you are chatting, don't be around. Anyone in."

"Okay." Wen Yan responded.

In the headquarters, the chief hung up the phone, and no one in the conference room spoke again.

It is now widely rumored that Wen Yan is Tuoba Martial God, but the time and place of each attack by Tuoba Martial God are all consistent. The head of the headquarters said nothing, and everyone knew what was going on.

In less than a year, Wen Yan has basically handled cases where there is no time to talk nonsense, and he is always on the front line.

In this case, no one dared to say anything, and asked Wen Yan to write an application and go through the procedures before doing anything, and then do things later.

"Let's start the meeting now." The head of the headquarters didn't change his expression and went directly to the next item on the agenda.

Wen Yan took one away and sent five, but the Fuyu Mountain Dazang was still smart and low-risk.

The director of the institute called me early in the morning to say thank you.

If you are an outsider, if you are still dissatisfied, you can stand up and speak out.

After the meeting, the head of the headquarters returned to the office, stretched out his hand and touched the big screen, and a map was listed on it.

After the map is enlarged, it shows the northern part of Guanzhong County, which was once part of the desert.

Wen Yan's current location is right here.

The head of the headquarters went there when he was young. Someone died there and there was something fishy about it, so he asked people from the Lieyang Department to go and have a look.

But in the end, after investigation, it was found that it was not done by any alien.

The head of the headquarters vaguely remembered that he had talked about something with a local person at that time.

"Black box, bring out the diary and records I left when I went here to do the mission."

On one side of the screen, a picture of a scanned copy appeared instantly, with yellowed paper and strong pen characters.

At that time, it was quite popular to keep diaries, and sometimes they were used directly as work records.

The headmaster quickly found his target and amplified it.

"February 3rd is cloudy.

Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!

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

At this time, spring has not yet begun, and it is not suitable to continue to fix sand and plant grass.

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

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

Leave a piece of desert and let it watch all the time, watching what it means to 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 became mummies and would not rot.

Then he would just stare and keep watching until the day he could rest in peace.

I looked at the sky full of yellow sand and felt that this fellow was really very heroic.

I am honored to hear that the people have such a vision, and I certainly cannot treat it as unknown.

I reported it to the leader that day, and the leader laughed and agreed, and actually wrote this on the blackboard.

Later, when I calmed down, I also felt a little whimsical.

You must be down-to-earth. If you brag about satellites like this, try not to say it again in the future. "

The director looked at the diary from decades ago, feeling a little dazed.

Then he saw another article.

"Before leaving, I went to talk to my fellow villager again. I said I hope I can see that day in my lifetime.

The fellow villager said that it was not him who said that, but someone said it 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 that this place was either natural or desert?

I really didn't know this before.

The fellow villager said that the man said that it would be best to leave a piece of dead land.

I also think it makes sense, and the spiritual energy has revived.

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

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

The director looked at the diary of his youth, and some long-standing memories that he didn't care about at the time began to vaguely emerge in his mind.

Later, two generations and decades of hard work finally dried up the desert in Guanzhong County until only half of it was left, and really left 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 piece of land, which is not big, is indeed a dead land 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 cause soil erosion. If you bury 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 General, there is no relevant initial record. The earliest written record that can be found has already selected that place as the last small piece of memorial left."

"Okay, it's okay."

The director general did not continue to ask, Wen Yan told him that after that kind of whimsical idea, the director general always felt that there was always something familiar about that place.

After looking for it, he really found something different.

But at the beginning, sand control and preventing desertification from continuing to spread were major projects and policies in the general direction. This matter was entirely for long-term considerations, and the plan was to take decades or even nearly a hundred years to complete the major project.

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

If this long-term plan is not implemented, desertification will continue to expand, and people thousands of miles away may have to eat sand and dust when the sandstorm comes.

After reading it, the director was very sure that the land must have been selected by a master decades ago.

Otherwise, when Wen Yan had a sudden idea, there would not be such a piece of land for him to use.

That large desert has not been completely destroyed, but the part belonging to Guanzhong County has indeed only a piece of desert left for memorial.

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

And the desert belonging to Guanzhong County, according to the specifications, just corresponds to the power of the locust monster.

If the locust monster is stronger, this piece of land should not be enough.

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

How can it be such a coincidence.

This is what happened decades ago, when someone discovered that Shenzhou was doing a long-term project, and somehow, the person in charge of the project agreed with that view.

This view even became a vision of the locals as time passed.

The director general could only think that someone had made very necessary preparations decades ago to wipe out the power of the locust monsters and completely eliminate the possibility of the locust god appearing.

After finding this, the director general was silent for a while and turned off the screen.

He did not continue to check, because if he did, he would have to check Wen Yan's experience.

At the same time, the piece of sand that was specially left as a memorial was at most the size of a house.

The professor pulled the three old Taoist priests and was calculating the time, calculating the direction, and preparing various things.

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

The professor also followed an old Taoist priest and kept asking him to shake people.

"Even if it is just an ordinary ritual, the meaning is different, and the specifications must be raised. You are so old, why don't you understand this?"

The professor was not polite and had to say that there was a problem with the preparation of the ritual.

Wen Yan had a headache listening to this, and quickly grabbed an old Taoist priest.

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

At that time, all the Taoist priests who come here will have meritorious service, incense money, and after-tax bonuses, plus an additional qualification.

This is not considered as you giving benefits to your disciples and grandchildren, this is what the Lieyang Department requires.

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

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

Wen Yan said this very bluntly, and the old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and sang a nod.

"Fellow Daoist Wen is very reasonable."

Okay, the professor said that they are not capable enough, so let's go ahead and call someone, anyway, this is not their initiative.

They are old, and they have to consider the younger generation.

Money and other things don't matter, but if they can add an effective qualification related to the granting of talismans.

Then let the disciples and grandchildren come and suffer a little.

The three old Taoist priests gathered together, whispered a few words, and then each of them called for help.

Half a day later, hundreds of people came.

From the Taoist orchestra, to the chanting, to the wooden fish, to the people holding the white flag, all can be gathered.

All the manpower needed for a big ritual is enough.

In the distance, there are some equipment that Wen Yan requested, which was moved by the Lieyang Department, to prepare for the second half.

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

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

Following Wen Yan's lead, the rotten-faced zombie walked into the sand surrounded by vegetation step by step.

He crossed his hands, placed them on his chest, and lay quietly on the sand.

The Taoist priests around him began to perform a high-standard ritual, the funeral.

The rotten-faced zombie closed his eyes quietly, feeling the locust monster power in his body, which was suppressed unprecedentedly.

He felt that he was sinking, and the locust monster's power was also sinking, as if they were really going to be sent away by the funeral ritual.