Although Chen Zhi's voice was very soft, Fat Wei's ears were sharp. After hearing Chen Zhi's words, he immediately said:
"You can pull him down!
Do you think we country people have never seen sycamore fruit or something?
The sycamore fruits are far different from this one. They look like lychees and are round and round. They look completely different~~"
"The sycamore trees and sycamore fruits you see are not actually the real ancient sycamore trees!",
Chen Zhi turned around and said softly:
“I only learned about this recently. In fact, many of the tree species we see now are reproductions of ancient tree species.
Most of those original tree species have become extinct.
Just like the current sycamore tree, if we want to be precise, it should be an evolutionary small tree species.
There are some genes of the sycamore tree in it, but it is no longer a real sycamore!!"
"Really?", Fat Wei seemed to feel amazing after hearing these words, scratched his head and continued to ask,
"So what does the real Wutong look like? Is it much different from the current one?"
"The difference is huge!",
Chen Zhi replied,
"I have seen it in the ancient tree chart in the library. The real sycamore tree is extremely tall and has extremely lush branches and leaves.
There are ancient records: The sycamore tree is tall and straight, with a luxuriant crown. It is the king of trees and looks like a mountain from a distance.
This tree is a spiritual tree in the world. It grows together. Its flowers and leaves are as bright as the morning glow. It can know the time and order. Phoenix is most happy to live on the parasol tree.
We are talking about those real ancient plane trees. Their canopies are so dense that they can block out the sky and the sun. Their trunks are extremely strong. Their leaves and flowers are so bright and beautiful that they look like a small mountain from a distance.
But this kind of tree is extremely rare and difficult to survive, so it becomes increasingly rare and has become extinct now~~
The only ones that can be seen handed down now are ordinary small varieties of this sycamore tree!!"
"So that's what happened~~",
Fat Wei took the sycamore fruit from Chen Zhi's hand and looked at the light:
"We have a folk legend since ancient times, Phoenix lives in the phoenix tree!
It means that the phoenix only sleeps on the sycamore tree.
If so, this sycamore fruit should be a safe food for Phoenix!
How could it be possible to restrain the Phoenix?
According to what you say, this phoenix sleeps next to the most harmful thing every day, so he is not afraid of being accidentally poisoned to death someday?"
"I'm also thinking about this issue...",
Chen Zhi held the sycamore fruit and thought for a moment, then said softly,
"For creatures like Phoenix, there are not many clear records in the library. Some are only records of their role as upper-level creatures, and most of them regard them as the supreme gods.
But human legends are different. In human legends, dragons and phoenixes are spiritual beasts.
A folk biography "Wen Jian Lu" records:
"In ancient times, birds did not dare to perch on the parasol tree, only to avoid the phoenix!",
The consciousness means that in ancient times, other birds did not dare to approach trees like the sycamore, just to avoid the powerful divine bird like the phoenix.
It can be seen that this kind of tree is indeed the place where the phoenix died, and the phoenix is a very ferocious creature, which makes the white birds avoid it.
But I didn't expect that the fruit of the sycamore tree could suppress such ferocious and cruel phoenixes. It is equivalent to poison to them, which is very contradictory in itself.
There is also a saying that the phoenix can be reborn from the ashes.
The phoenix burns when it encounters fire. It is reborn in Nirvana. Death is rebirth. The more it is reborn, the stronger it becomes. It is a creature that is constantly evolving and will never die.
First die and then be reborn. The place where you sleep is where the poison is.
It seems that the Phoenix is really a contradictory creature that neither breaks nor establishes!!"
While Chen Zhi and Fat Wei were talking here, the sky outside began to light up.
That boy Chen Er has been guarding the door outside, but now he can't stand still any longer. He pokes his head halfway into the courtyard to see what's going on inside...
After struggling all night last night, everything was basically settled, and Chen Zhi had already got the information he needed to know.
Afterwards, Chen Zhi and others discussed it and decided to arrange the next things like this...
Wu Hua's mission ends here.
He didn't need to know too much about this matter. He only needed to know that the murderer of her mother was the Phoenix tribe, a race that was very far away to her.
As for other details, even the stories of her ancestors, she didn't need to know.
Wu Hua is an ordinary human being, let her live an ordinary life, and pay attention to her safety...
Of course, Wu Changlu's body cannot stay here any longer.
Chen Zhi will later use special magic to seal Wu Changlu's body here so that it will not be oxidized.
Then Wu Hua and Chen Erxiaozi went to the city, bought a good coffin, reburied Wu Changlu, and sent it back in the middle of the night when no one was around.
This is their business, Chen Zhi doesn't have to worry about it.
This piece of information about the Phoenix Clan that was accidentally captured ends here...
What they have to do now is to quickly explore the tomb of the God of Cookery and find the information that King Zhou of Shang left there.
They cannot move during the day, and they have not slept all night. Sufficient sleep is a prerequisite for completing tasks.
After Chen Zhi and the others prepared to rest for a while, they went to the stone well on the mountain this evening and opened the entrance.
Chen Zhi didn't know what the relationship between the Feng Clan and the cemetery of the God of Cookery was, but the Feng Clan seemed to have been protecting this place.
The Feng Clan wanted Wu Changlu to be the gatekeeper here, so they told him the formula to open the passage.
Through the Heart-Entering Mantra, Chen Zhi now has those mantras memorized in his heart.
In Wu Hua's childhood memories, Chen Zhi saw a vague image.
She was underground at the time and saw a man more than 4 meters tall.
The man looked like a zombie, standing there like a stone, with a bald head, bare feet, and a height of over 4 meters.
There is a man and a woman standing on the left and right sides, and there is a temple behind it, which looks very strange...
Such a tall body is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary humans.
If you are standing in front of the temple, it is probably the owner of the tomb enshrined here, the God of Cookery himself!
When Chen Zhi thinks about that 4-meter-tall figure again, he always has a very vague concept. It seems that he remembered a name in the long river of history, but soon forgot it.
What exactly is it? Chen Zhi can’t tell now...
So Chen Zhi decided to go down the well to see what kind of place it was, the kind of place that would have frightened the eldest son of the Chen family to death more than thirty years ago!
After determining everything, their purpose now is very clear.
Tonight, let’s go see this ancient god of food who has no name left behind. Why is he so sacred?