The west mountain of Yujing City is not really majestic, and its radius is only more than a hundred miles.
It's just that the jungle is dense, and there are often wild animals like foxes, jackals, and there are rumors of tigers coming and going. However, it attracts a group of princes and nobles to come in for hunting every year.
However, this time is far from the freezing season of winter, and when the autumn air is crisp, you can occasionally see scholars and female relatives who come to play on the Western Mountain.
Zhao Youqian and Hong Yi were walking side by side, carrying a wooden box. It was not too out of the ordinary, but as they walked closer and closer to the shade of the mountain, the crowds here became sparse.
Until I passed by a temple called "Qiuyue Temple", I was not far from the grave of Hong Yi's mother.
Perhaps because he was in a hurry to visit the grave, Hong Yi couldn't help but subconsciously speed up his pace for this short distance.
After passing half of the jungle, you can faintly see some weeds growing on a small soil bag, and some fallen leaves, also showing a withered yellow color.
This is the grave of Hong Yi’s mother, Meng Bingyun.
Seeing this scattered scene, Hong Yi couldn't help but walk forward quickly. Without using the divine channel technique, he just waved his sleeves to sweep away the dead leaves on the tombs, and then carefully removed them one by one. Pull out those weeds.
By the way, he was also going to wipe his mother's tombstone.
At this time, the things Zhao Youqian brought in the wooden box would be useful. He had already thought that it would be like this and that it would be a bad thing to randomly use magic spells in front of human graves, so he specially brought a bottle of water.
At this time, you can use it to clean the dust on the tombstones and also clean the dust around the tombs.
"Next time, ask Yan Chixia to exchange for some gadgets that can protect you from dust and water, and bury them nearby."
"You can also let your mother rest more peacefully."
Zhao Youqian sent Qing Shui to Hong Yi. At this time, the famous sage young man fell silent for a rare moment.
He just nodded silently, took the water from Zhao Youqian, and continued to clean his mother's grave.
You must make the place where your mother sleeps look clean.
Just like in his memory, the way his mother kept his small yard clean was exactly the same.
Zhao Youqian didn't want to help either. Zhao Youqian understood that this was something that Hong Yi had to do by himself. Anyone who intervened, unless he was married to Hong Yi, would be an outsider and would not release Hong Yi's depressed mood.
After suppressing it for so long, it was time for Hong Yi to talk to his mother.
It's a pity that Zhao Youqian is still far from the realm of the rumored God of Cooking at this time, otherwise he wouldn't be able to revive him after being dead for so long. But now...saving a dying person is already his greatest cooking ability.
It is too difficult to come back to life, let alone after being dead for so long.
That level of cooking is tantamount to making a deal or offering sacrifices to the entire world. A non-super-god chef simply cannot reach that minimum limit.
So what he could do was to take out the semi-finished Jiangnan Baihua Chicken and place it in front of the tomb.
The steamed Jiangnan Baihua Chicken has a light golden color. It has been cut in advance and placed on the plate one by one. The two chicken wings are placed side by side on both sides of the plate. If you don’t open the dish, you will see The inside is filled with white and light pink shrimp gelatin, and you would never have guessed that it is not wrapped in chicken.
He used a little magic to maintain the temperature of the wooden box so that the dish was still steaming hot when it was put out. Seeing this, Zhao Youqian took out a cut and washed white daisy, and then thickened the chicken soup. It was poured directly on the plate of Baihua Chicken, and finally the daisy petals were torn off and sprinkled on top.
When he finished everything, a golden light shot up into the sky and flashed away, illuminating the surrounding area.
Then a sound of gently strumming the strings sounded, as if a woman in embroidered clothes from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River was holding a pipa and playing and singing, and the gentle style was everywhere that caught the eye.
The aroma of chrysanthemums was slowly activated by the hot gravy, making the entire tomb suffused with a bit of autumn fragrance.
Hong Yi, who was originally immersed in the memory of his mother, was awakened by the "Jiangnan Baihua Chicken" completed by Zhao Youqian.
Couldn't help but show surprise.
"Brother really attaches great importance to my mother..."
"My little brother is here. I would like to express my gratitude to my late mother!"
Standing up, patting the dust off his body, Hong Yi bowed solemnly.
Zhao Youqian also accepted it calmly.
After all, an ordinary person would not have the chance to make this dish.
Even in the world of gourmet food, he has never made this dish a few times, and has always cherished it very much and treated it as a bottom line.
"It's for sacrificial purposes after all, let me help you..."
Having learned the art of sacrificial rituals, Zhao Youqian knew these things very well. There were also opinions on how the sacrificial offerings should be enjoyed by ancestors and gods.
Holding the Jiangnan Baihua Chicken in both hands, he communicated with heaven and earth in his mind, and then solemnly handed it to Hong Yi and asked him to hand it to the tomb. He then formed a seal with his hands and silently recited the Houtu Soul Calling Sutra.
The light that was visible to the naked eye on the Baihua Chicken gradually faded, so that in the end it turned into a dish that seemed to be extremely simple, with nothing special at all, even after the aroma had dissipated.
Only then did Zhao Youqian stop praying.
Seeing this scene, Hong Yi couldn't help but feel a little fluttering in his heart.
"Brother, this..."
Without Hong Yi having to explain clearly, Zhao Youqian knew what he was thinking.
"There is no netherworld in this world. After death, the lamp is extinguished. Your mother has also lost her Taoist cultivation. Her soul is weaker than ordinary people. Don't think too much about it."
"The sacrifice only allows the little true spirit in the dark to become stronger, so that in the natural cycle of reincarnation, it will not end up in the ruins and be reincarnated as vegetation and beasts, just to protect one's body."
After listening to Zhao Youqian's words, the sparkle in Hong Yi's eyes dimmed obviously, but this was something he already knew, and he was not too disappointed. Instead, he became more and more grateful for Zhao Youqian's sacrifice.
Being able to keep one's true spirit and become a human again is already something that many people dream of after death.
Bowing to express his gratitude again, Hong Yi was speechless this time. He knew that Zhao Youqian didn't care about it, but he still had to keep it in mind.
At this time, there were sounds of howling foxes and wolves around the tomb. Apparently, the strange sight and aroma of Jiangnan Baihua Chicken had attracted many uninvited guests.
Hong Yi was not surprised. This Xishan Mountain was already full of wild animals. Just when he was preparing to designate this tomb as a forbidden area so that tigers, leopards, wolves and foxes would not dare to enter.
Suddenly, from the jungle, several little foxes all covered in snow-white sprang out.
Arriving in front of Hong Yi and Zhao Youqian, they suddenly didn't seem to expect that they would encounter humans. The little foxes were stunned for a moment like children, and then suddenly turned around and ran away.
It actually made Hong Yi couldn't help but smile.
"What? Do you want to meet this family?"
"Lest these intelligent little guys be taken as prey by the princes and nobles."
Zhao Youqian was quite amused watching those little foxes escaping in embarrassment, and spoke to Hong Yi beside him.
I also wanted him to get out of the depression of sweeping graves.
I know this, but those little foxes are really cute, and Hong Yi doesn't reject this.
What's more, when he saw the Amitabha Sutra, he left some connections. Since God destined these little pure foxes to come to him, he naturally wanted to meet them and even take care of them...