"Snow Lake, do you think these lotus flowers have an evil spirit?"
Yang Zimei looked at the intertwined black and white aura rising above Lotus Lake, pulled Xue Hu's sleeve and asked.
Xue Hu nodded, "It is impossible for ordinary lotus flowers to grow like this. These lotus flowers are obviously cultivated with special materials."
"Special material? What could it be?"
Yang Zimei approached the Lotus Lake, picked up a long branch next to it, stretched it down, and moved the mud inside a few times.
"Hey, miss, don't move around. This is a public viewing area. You can't destroy the lotus flowers at will."
She wanted to dial a few more times, but was stopped by an old man next to her.
Yang Zimei stuck out his tongue, "Old man, I didn't destroy the lotus. I'm just curious about what kind of fertilizer was applied here to grow the lotus like this."
"Haha, there is no need to apply any fertilizer here at all. The reason why this lotus can grow so well is purely because of the spiritual energy in this place. Just like you, little girl, because of the spiritual energy, it nourishes you so well.
nice."
When the old man saw her naughty and delicate expression, the seriousness on his face softened and he smiled.
"Huh? How can a piece of land have aura? Isn't it land?"
Yang Zimei asked deliberately pretending not to understand.
"Girl, you don't know now. The ground is the ground, but the ground is also like people. Some have spiritual energy, some are barren and have bad energy. Therefore, the things they breed are also different. What is this spiritual energy? I
It doesn’t make sense. Anyway, I sit here for several hours every day and I feel very comfortable. It should be the effect of Reiki.”
The old man said with a smile.
When he said this, Yang Zimei paid serious attention to his face.
I saw that his seemingly luminous Yintang secretly contained an aura of death that was about to end.
This kind of death energy is different from ordinary death energy, it seems to be poisoned.
"Old man, do you feel particularly uncomfortable if you don't come here for a day?"
Yang Zimei asked nervously.
"Yes, girl, you are right. If I don't come here for a day, I feel uncomfortable all over, as if I am dying. Only when I come here can I feel energetic. So, this place is also a blessing for me.
In the land of marsh, I am absorbing spiritual energy here, and maybe I can live to be hundreds of years old."
The old man nodded.
He is almost dead, but he still lives to be hundreds of years old?
Yang Zimei murmured in his heart, with a disapproving smile on his face.
"Girl, don't think I'm talking nonsense. I'm telling you quietly. Do you know why our former head of state Wang Zeyuan can live to be hundreds of years old and still alive? I heard that before the park opened, this place was purely his own.
The palace. He can live for such a long time just by absorbing the spiritual energy here. So, if I come here every day to absorb the spiritual energy, I will definitely be able to live for a long time."
The old man said to Yang Zimei with a mysterious face.
"Huh? Wang Zeyuan lived here before?"
Yang Zimei glanced at Zhuge Yue.
"There is this rumor, but no one can confirm it."
Zhuge Yue understood the meaning of her eyes and replied.
"Old man, that's just a rumor. I don't really believe it in rumors."
Yang Zimei said to the old man deliberately.
"Haha, girl, it's not a rumor. I live near this park. One day I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I got up and walked around. I saw the head of state leaving the park gate with my own eyes!"
The old man said very firmly.
"Really? When was that?"
"It was about ten years ago," the old man recalled. "There was someone accompanying him. If I admit my mistake correctly, that person should be Master Meng Tianxiao, the national master who was considered by everyone at that time."