Chapter 528

A large bowl of rice noodles was topped with a layer of fragrant braised chicken, sprinkled with a thick layer of coriander, and finally sprinkled with two large spoonfuls of dried chili. The man ate to his heart's content and felt much more comfortable. After that, he took a big gulp of iced beer and almost cried out in joy.

Yan Huihong wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand without any regard for his image. Then, he walked out of the "Liu Ji Rice Noodle Shop" with one hand on his waist and the other patting his stomach. He did not walk far before leaning against a telephone pole by the side of the road. He took out a cigarette and lit it happily. As he puffed out smoke, he winked at the girls in the hair salon on the opposite street.

This was an old street. It was not an ancient town, but a small block formed between old buildings. The road was very narrow, but it had all the essentials. Food, clothing, meat, and "meat" were sold. It could be said that there was everything one could want.

"Big Brother, come in and take a seat, Big Brother..." The woman standing at the door of the hair salon greeted Yan Huihong warmly.

They were enthusiastic, they were hospitable, and they were very concerned about every man who worked hard for the family and carried the backbone of the family. They even did not hesitate to reach out and pull these men into their room to rest and confide in each other.

Yan Huihong felt that there seemed to be an old street like this in every city. Here, the sincerity and care between people, which had gradually faded under the influence of the current trend of money worship, were preserved. In this impetuous society, only the remnants of the ancient style could be found in them.

Really..,

The morals of the world were deteriorating day by day, and people's hearts were not as they were in the past.

After flirting with those warm and kind women across the street for a long time, Yan Huihong did not choose to disturb them in the end. He was fine, why should he cause trouble for them?

Yan Huihong's gaze was attracted by an old man carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

It was not because Yan Huihong's taste had changed so strangely and tortuous, but because he saw something unusual on the old man.

"These days, there are very few of these things. I can actually meet one that can run around on the streets here."

Yan Huihong threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on it. He took the initiative to follow him and reached out to pat the old man's slightly hunched shoulder. "Old man, how much is this medicine?"

The old man's bamboo house was filled with medicinal herbs. In Guangxi, medicinal herbs were relatively common.

"You want to buy?" The old man's face was a little yellow, but he looked very energetic. His eyes did not have the slightest bit of turbidity. Seeing that Yan Huihong wanted to buy medicine, of course, he immediately unloaded the bamboo basket and took off the small scale on his waist to weigh.

"What of it?" The old man asked. "How much?"

"How heavy do you think you are? Weigh yourself." Yan Huihong scratched his ears and said.

Hearing this, the old man was surprised at first, and then he smiled bitterly. His slightly hunched body also straightened at this moment, and he said, "I thought there weren't many Mystics in the secular world anymore. It's my bad luck."

"Alright, stop pretending. You look like you have 500 years of cultivation, but you weren't a ginseng in the past. You were nothing more than a 20-30 year old carrot. What's the point of pretending?" Yan Huihong laughed. The other party's little tricks actually wanted to get away with it in front of him.

Seeing that his disguise was torn apart, the old man knew that he could not hide it anymore. He did not have the confidence to use his insignificant tricks to fight against the person in front of him, so he simply admitted defeat.

"Let's go. Take me to your radish pit to take a look. I'm very curious as to what turned you into this."

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"Damn it, when did this mountain have a primeval forest?" Yan Huihong was not a local, but he knew that even if a primeval forest of this scale had been preserved until now, it would at least be a scenic spot and become a tourist attraction. However, this place was still little-known, and Yan Huihong even saw many graves.

Looking at the graves, they did not seem to belong to rich and powerful families. How could they be buried in such a good place?

"It also appeared half a year ago. I'm also very curious. Not many people know about it now. It seems that no one has discovered it." The old man who led the way explained.

"No one has discovered it?" Yan Huihong finally understood something. The current appearance of this place should have something to do with the listeners. Therefore, it was affected by the broadcast. After all, this was considered a supernatural phenomenon.

A primeval forest had appeared on a hill very close to the county. Wasn't this nonsense?

Perhaps after a while, people would "naturally" discover this place, and then they wouldn't find it strange at all. This kind of technique was very familiar to the radio. In other words, only the radio could do this.

Reaching out to pinch a large banana leaf, Yan Huihong looked at the remaining green juice on his finger.

This degree of essence could be used as a spiritual medicine, but one had to know that this was just a banana leaf.

If the Pre-Qin cultivators passed by here, or if the listeners who strengthened their metaphysics found this place, they would definitely treat this place as a cultivation paradise. The surrounding spiritual energy was so rich that it was almost crazy. At the same time, the originally very ordinary vegetation in the mountain actually grew the effect of spiritual medicine. The carrot in front of him had actually become a spirit by chance, and the big radish could actually become an old ginseng.

"It's here." The old man pointed to a place in front of him and then retreated to the side.

There was a pit in this place, and there were a few plant roots entangling this place, as if they had made a fence to protect this pit.

Everything in the world had a spirit. Obviously, this was also deliberately done by the vegetation here.

Yan Huihong discovered that the surrounding spiritual energy was spreading out in all directions with this hole as the center. The spiritual energy here was also the densest!

"But there's nothing here." Yan Huihong narrowed his eyes. Although he felt that threatening a big radish was a little too embarrassing, he still asked in a deep voice, "Where's the thing?"

"Thing?" The old man seemed very surprised. "There's nothing."

"Nothing? There's nothing that can make a radish like you become a spirit? "Yan Huihong obviously did not believe it.

"I remember that night, someone came here to dig a grave and took away an urn. Then, I suddenly woke up. The brothers and sisters around me also woke up one by one, but now, I'm the only one who can transform into a human form." The old man said in a very aggrieved manner.

"A single person dug up a grave?"

Yan Huihong frowned,

It couldn't be that person, right?

Some things were absolute secrets in one circle. For example, Qin Yang was clearly at an absolute disadvantage in the conversation with Fu Su. But in another circle, it was not a secret, especially the matter of the Land of Dao Verification changing Protectors that night. At least in Yan Huihong's circle, it was considered a public piece of news.

It was said that there was still a big shot in Guangxi back then. In the end, the previous Protector of the Land of Dao Verification personally dug up the grave of his deceased wife, took out the urn, and then scattered along with her ashes.

However, the big shot of the previous generation had already left on the train, so there was no way to verify the specific details. But Yan Huihong felt that he might have found that place.

But was that Protector's brain good?

This was not just squandering, this was completely destroying his home. He scattered his source and his vitality as if they were free, and gave them to the flowers and plants here for nothing. You could have just given them to me!

If you did this, it would be strange if you didn't turn into ashes in the end!

Yan Huihong took a deep breath. Unfortunately, after half a year, the essence had already dissipated. Even if it didn't dissipate, it would have been absorbed by these plants. For Yan Huihong, it was basically useless. After all, he had already reached this stage. Ordinary medicinal stones would not have any effect on his cultivation.

But Yan Huihong was very curious. He was very curious about what that person was thinking and what he had done at that time.

Immediately, Yan Huihong opened one hand, and his mental strength began to spread out.

"Give me your memories of that day, and I won't make things difficult for you. Also, I know that you can understand what I mean. If you dare to play dumb and refuse to cooperate, at most, I'll just pluck you and cook some vegetables at home."

Gradually, the surrounding plants shook slightly, as if they were all subdued by Yan Huihong's domineering aura.

At this moment, the surrounding environment seemed to be dyed with a layer of pink fog. Yan Huihong saw a plump middle-aged man walking over with a shovel in his hand. Yan Huihong subconsciously stepped aside and stood on the other side of the pit, afraid that he would "block" him.

The middle-aged man began to use the shovel to shovel the soil. His movements were not very fast, as if middle-aged people's physical strength was not very good. At the same time, he was talking to himself as he dug the soil. These words sounded like they were chatting about daily life, but when they came out of his mouth, there was a different feeling.

It was a kind of sincerity, word by word, very ordinary and very ordinary. There were no classic words of love, and they were also talking about trivial matters, but it was very touching.

Yan Huihong was not a sentimental person, but he noticed a detail. That was, when normal people shoveled soil, they usually threw the soil in front of them, which saved energy and was convenient. But the other party took a half circle and piled the soil on the other side.

It was as if … he deliberately did not want to splash the soil at Yan Huihong's feet and dirty his own shoes.

But this had happened more than half a year ago, and this was just a reproduction of the memories of these plants that had become spirits.

The grave was dug up, and the man held up a gray urn from it. It was as if he was holding his wife's hand again, and he was whispering the words of a husband and wife.

In the distance, another shadow appeared. Yan Huihong knew this person. It was a big shot from Guangxi, and by now, he had already left by train. It seemed that the matter was true. That big shot really accompanied him that night and watched him dig the grave.

The middle-aged man seemed to have noticed the other man. He carried the urn and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he casually threw the shovel at Yan Huihong's feet. Of course, the shovel was also a shadow, and it could be considered a scene at that time.

Then, the middle-aged man and the big shot seemed to have chatted for a while, and then the man began to descend the mountain. The big shot from Guangxi also followed him down the mountain, and the scene disappeared.

Yan Huihong frowned, then bent down and reached out to the lush pile of grass in front of his feet. A shovel was lying there.

"Bullsh * t..."

Yan Huihong cursed in disbelief, but he still picked up the shovel. As he cursed, he filled the hole in the ground.

"It must be bullsh * t..."

Yan Huihong still could not believe it.