I am your natural enemy

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

There was no filial son smashing the pot, and no spirit stopping. Wen Yan led the way himself and let the rotten-faced zombie walk in by himself.

Because this was to let the rotten-faced zombie go to bury the locust monster power by himself.

He himself was equivalent to the coffin of the locust monster power.

The rotten-faced zombie lay on the sand, slowly sinking, and his body sank under 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 the sand, carrying the Chunjun mace on his back, watching quietly.

If there was any unexpected situation, he would be the guardian and crush all possible obstacles.

As the rotten-faced zombie sank under 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 50s or 60s stretched out his hand and stopped the others.

"My grandfather has been here to control sand all his life, and so has I. 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, it's dangerous." Someone next to him immediately advised.

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

Some people wanted to say something, but were stopped by an old man with a face full of wrinkles. The old man patted the man on the shoulder.

"Go, don't embarrass you and your grandfather."

Many people came today and watched here. They wanted to stop him, but they were just worried about the danger. No one thought this man was not qualified.

This man's grandfather was the first generation to start sand control decades ago, even before the big policy came out.

The man's father followed him since he was a child and took root here for decades. When he died, his ashes were scattered in the larch forest planted by his father.

Now it's the man's generation. People who are only 40 years old look like they are in their 50s.

Everyone thought it was very appropriate to let him finish the work.

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

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

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

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

The man ignored the surging sand in the center of the sand. He buried his head and made grass grids, as always, with skillful and fast movements.

Wen Yan stood outside the sand and watched quietly.

He watched the sand surging in the center of the sand. As the man built grass grids, he surrounded it circle by circle, little by little, and the surging sand was shrinking in both strength and range.

He could even feel that an ordinary person could suppress and deter the locust monster's power much more than him.

He stood here, but those powers still dared to stir, and at most they would just stay away from him and not aim at him.

This should be because he had killed the locust monster once with the Chunjun mace.

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

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

Just for this matter, the man's will was so firm that it was unpredictable, and the will wrapped in him was 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 that had been accumulated by at least seventy years and three generations.

This gave him new ideas and expanded his thoughts, especially for his practice as a cultivator, which was greatly inspired.

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

Wen Yan stood there motionless for a whole day.

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

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

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

The man moved quickly. When the sun set, the whole sandy land was covered with grass grids, and the sand could no longer be seen surging on the surface.

But it was obviously not over yet.

This season, after nightfall, is the right time for planting. If you plant something during the day, a little rooting water may evaporate in an hour, and the seedlings will be sunburned before they can recover.

The man skillfully planted seedlings one by one according to his experience. They were all drought-resistant sand-fixing plants.

In the past, it would definitely not be so fast, but there was only one last piece of sandy land left, and the vegetation had already advanced here. If it had not been left deliberately, it would have been flattened long ago.

Even if no one manages it, this piece of sand surrounded by vegetation may die naturally in a few years.

The next day, the weather was good, cloudy and without sunshine, and the survival rate of the newly planted seedlings would increase a lot.

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

Wen Yan sensed quietly, and could still feel that the 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, and he felt that this man was the one with the most say.

"It's still a little short, do you know what it might be short of?"

"Maybe it's a little rain. As long as it rains a little, the chances of survival of those vegetation will be very high. There will be some rain, which will be absorbed by the wheat straw in the grass square, and the plants planted in it will have a higher chance of survival."

"Oh, I see."

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

He took out his mobile phone and asked the black box to mobilize the data from the Meteorological Bureau. The probability of local rainfall was 30%.

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

He looked for an hour before slowly raising his head, clicking on the phone, and sending a message to the black box.

Given the current situation, what slight changes can make the probability of rain here increase dramatically.

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

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

If he just wanted to make it rain in an area of ​​up to ten meters wide, he could do it at any time as long as there were clouds.

But this time, he wanted the range to be slightly larger.

Wen Yan raised his hand, and after a few minutes, it seemed that nothing changed.

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

Let the place where cold and hot air meet in a certain place change in advance, and move the whole body with a single hair, causing more changes.

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

Wen Yan closed his eyes, and the whole person sank into this induction. In fact, he didn't use Si Yu's special effects very often before, and he only used them for minor things.

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

The rotten-faced zombie held the belief that he would die. He had endured the pain in his heart before and didn't die because he didn't want the locust monster's power to be free. Now, as long as he could completely erase it, he didn't care whether he was really dead or not.

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

The whole family of that man for three generations had been here to control the sand, and he held the will to win.

Even those Taoist priests, after a day and a night, took turns to fight. The old Taoist priest in his seventies, who was being tortured, didn't say anything and was also trying his best.

Then, why did he, Wen Yan, think that it was almost enough.

Not enough, he would try his best.

He would use a rain with a large enough coverage to completely annihilate the last and most stubborn resistance with absolute advantage.

This time it was not a trick, a little rain, it was a battle.

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

The clouds above began to thicken slowly.

The light from the sky that fell through the clouds gradually dimmed.

Gradually, the wind started to blow.

There was a little more smell of water vapor in the wind.

Wen Yan stood there, his clothes began to be blown by the strong wind, rustling. On the back of his raised right hand, the Water Official Scroll of Jie Evil was clearly visible, and this heaven-granted treasure scroll was shining with unprecedented light.

Gradually, the strong wind dissipated, and the air pressure around him became lower and a little stuffy.

Wen Yan pointed to the sky with one hand 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 dense, and one drop after another kept falling, like a big curtain, spreading in all directions with this area as the center.

It was not a heavy rain, nor was it a bean-sized raindrop, but just a drizzle, falling slowly, silently, hitting people's faces, just like being gently brushed by cow hair and wool.

However, this rain covered the surrounding area of ​​200 to 300 kilometers.

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

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

On the back of his right hand, the Jie E Shui Guan Lu was still shining with visible light. Wen Yan could even feel that at this moment, all the special effects under the Jie E Shui Guan Lu, the effects that can be exerted, have begun to increase significantly.

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What he did at this moment was most in line with the Jie E Shui Guan Lu.

It was much more in line with it than every fight he had done before.

He felt that there seemed to be some power around him, trying to drag him into the field or the old dream.

Everything around him became a little blurry in his eyes.

He had been prepared for a long time. He had been standing here for a day without putting down his bag. He had been carrying the Chunjun mace all the time, just waiting to deal with accidents that might occur at any time.

He saw the virtual scene intersecting with the surrounding real environment, and he was about to change places.

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

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

Following this, more and more figures appeared. Some waved farm tools, some stepped on them, and some stretched out their hands to crush them to death.

There were countless locust phantoms, but in the overlapping virtual images that looked like many backgrounds superimposed on each other, there were also countless people.

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

Wen Yan's figure, which was about to be pulled in, was stuck halfway and could only watch this scene.

It was not his turn at all.

Countless people came forward one after another, contributing to this great cause, and some even sacrificed themselves here. Now that the situation has been established and the final blow is just a matter of time, how could the power of a mere locust monster be able to stop it.

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

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

After one died suddenly, the overlapping phantoms 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 stiff body. He was full of grief and anger, and he stomped the head of the green-headed locust with hatred. He seemed to be unsatisfied, and he stomped and tore the whole body of the green-headed locust one step after another, like a madman.

Then, Wen Yan felt the brilliance blooming on the official scroll of the evil water, and the drizzle gently washed over. The remaining limbs of the green-headed locust gradually dissipated under the drizzle.

After the last illusion also dissipated, Wen Yan's eyes returned to the present world.

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

All he could do was to wash away the mess.

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

In the sand, the power of the locust monster, the little charm that has been accumulated by generations of locust monsters, has also been shredded.

Those shredded fragments cannot be wiped out of thin air, but at this moment they are carried by the infiltrating rain, seeping in little by little, and spreading rapidly with the drizzle, turning into the nutrients needed for the land to give birth to vitality.

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

In other words, he didn't need any prompts at all, and he had found the most thorough solution.

The power of the locust monster, in the final analysis, is the little charm that has been accumulated for a long time. These things are almost impossible to be completely solved 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 solved, and he was just waiting for the end.

He had done everything he could.

He looked around, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message. After a while, someone from the Lieyang tribe sent some raincoats.

It doesn't matter to the young and strong, but those old Taoist priests, who are tired here, will suffer a lot if they get sick in the rain again.

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

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

Wen Yan didn't sleep for three days and didn't leave during the whole process. Others went to rest and took turns.

After the ritual was over, 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 the buds were full and a hint of green had already appeared.

Wen Yan asked those Taoist priests who had been tired for three days and took turns to rest, and he entered the former sand.

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

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

The rotten-faced zombie was illuminated by the sun and slowly opened his eyes with a trace of confusion in his eyes. His ragged cheeks were already covered with wet sand and dust.

After a long while, he asked.

"I... am not dead yet?"

"The protagonist being buried is just the power of the locust monster.

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

When have you ever seen such a big ritual just to bury a coffin?

You represent the coffin, do you still want to be the protagonist of the ritual?"

The rotten-faced zombie was confused and dizzy, and did not understand this sentence for a while.

Wen Yan looked at the missing part of the rotten-faced zombie's face, which had been filled with wet sand. The sand did not seem to fall, so he did not care anymore.

He pointed to the ground.

"The people here are kind-hearted. Plants are planted on every grass grid, except for the grid where your head is, which is left empty in the middle. It is obviously reserved for you.

Whether it is reserved for you to come out or for you to plant, you should not live up to their kindness.

Now, let's get started."

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

The rotten-faced big zombie was dizzy and didn't understand the previous words, but he understood the last part.

He grinned. He might not know other things, but farming was a skill engraved in his bones.

He moved his stiff body and planted the seedlings where he was pulled out.

Wen Yan stared at the rotten-faced big zombie and saw it more clearly this time.

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

His face was repaired.

A guy full of death, planted vitality, and he was full of joy, his smile was ugly but sincere.

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

He knew in his heart that this time it was so smooth, purely because of a ride, it was the people here, those ordinary people, who had accumulated decades of power and played a decisive role.

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

"Jie Evil Water Official Scroll, get extra progress, 10%."

"Jie Evil Water Official Scroll's mythical special effect Si Yu, when actively controlled, the difficulty is reduced; the special effect gets a new derivative: Calling the Wind."

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

"Jie Evil Water Official Scroll, current progress 85%."