The West Mountain of Yujing City is really not majestic, and the radius is more than 100 miles.

It's just that the jungle is dense, and there are often some wild beasts infested with foxes and jackals, and there are rumors of tigers coming and going, but every year it attracts a group of princes and nobles to come in for a safari.

However, this time is far from the cold season of winter, when the autumn is high and cool, you can occasionally see scholars and female dependents who come to play on the West Mountain.

Zhao Youqian and Hong Yi were side by side, carrying a wooden box, which was not abrupt, but as they walked more and more towards the shade of the mountain, the population here became more and more sparse.

It wasn't until I passed by a temple called 'Qiuyue Temple' that I was not far from Hong Yi's mother's grave.

Perhaps in a hurry to go to the tomb sweeping, Hong Yi's footsteps couldn't help but subconsciously speed up a lot in this short distance.

Beyond the small half of the jungle, you can faintly see some wild grasses growing on a small dirt bag, and some fallen leaves, also turning yellow.

This is the grave of Hong Yi's mother, Meng Bingyun.

Seeing this scattered scene, Hong Yi couldn't help but step forward quickly, and without using the Divine Channel Technique, he just waved his sleeves directly to sweep away the dead leaves on those graves, and then pulled out those weeds one by one.

By the way, he is also going to wipe his mother's tombstone.

At this time, the things that Zhao Youqian brought in the wooden box were useful, and he had long thought that it would be such a scene, and it was not a good thing to use some spells indiscriminately in front of the grave, so he specially brought a bottle of clear water.

At this time, it can be used to clean the dust of the tombstone, and by the way, the area around the grave can be dusted.

"Next time, find Yan Chixia to change some gadgets to avoid dust and water, and bury them nearby."

"It can also give your mother a better rest."

Zhao Youqian sent Qing Shui to Hong Yi's side, and at this time, this sage young man with a great reputation was rarely silent.

just nodded silently, took the water handed by Zhao Youqian, and continued to clean his mother's grave.

Make sure that your mother's sleeping place looks clean.

Just as his mother remembered, the appearance of the little yard where he had been cleaned was the same.

doesn't help, Zhao Youqian understands that this is what Hong Yi wants to do with his own hands, and anyone who interferes unless he is married to Hong Yi is an outsider, and he will not let Hong Yi's depressed mood be released.

After being suppressed for so long, it was time for Hong Yi to confide in his mother.

It's a pity that Zhao Youqian is far from the realm of the rumored kitchen god at this time, otherwise he can't say that he can save him after dying for so long, but now... Saving a dying person is already his greatest ability to cook.

It's too hard to come back to life, let alone be dead for so long.

That level of cuisine is tantamount to trading with the entire heaven and earth, sacrificing, and non-first-class kitchen gods can't reach that minimum at all.

What he could do was to take out the semi-finished products of the Jiangnan Baihua Chicken that had been prepared and place them in front of the grave.

The steamed Jiangnan Baihua chicken, the chicken skin is faint golden yellow, has been cut in advance, one by one placed on the plate, two chicken wings side by side on both sides of the plate, if you don't open the dish, see the white and faint pink shrimp glue inside, you will never think that it is not chicken wrapped in it.

used a little spell to maintain the temperature of the wooden box, so that the dish was still steaming, seeing this, Zhao Youqian took out a white daisy that had been cut out and washed, and then poured the chicken soup directly on the plate of Baihua Chicken, and finally tore off the daisy petals and sprinkled them on it.

When he had done everything, a golden light that rose into the sky suddenly flashed and lit up the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of gently plucking the strings sounded, as if there was a woman in embroidered clothes in the water town south of the Yangtze River holding the pipa and singing, and the eyes were full of that gentle style.

The aroma of chrysanthemums was slowly activated by the hot juice, so that the entire front of the tomb was also soaked with a little autumn fragrance.

Hong Yi, who was originally immersed in the nostalgia for his mother, was also awakened by the 'Jiangnan Hundred Flower Chicken' completed by Zhao Youqian.

I couldn't help but show surprise.

"My brother really values my mother..."

"The little brother is here, and the deceased mother has thanked him!"

stood up, patted the dust on his body, and Hong Yi solemnly shook it.

Zhao Youqian also accepted it calmly.

After all, if you were an ordinary person, you wouldn't have the opportunity to make this dish.

Even in the world of food, he has never made this dish a few times, and he has always cherished it as the bottom of the box.

"It's a sacrifice, let me help you..."

After learning the way of sacrifice, Zhao Youqian has a very good understanding of these things, and there is also a saying about how to let the ancestors and gods enjoy the sacrifices.

Holding the Jiangnan Baihua Chicken with both hands, and then communicating with the world with his heart, he solemnly handed it to Hong Yi, and asked him to hand it to the tomb, and then sealed it with both hands, and silently recited the Houtu Soul Sutra.

The glow of the chicken with flowers visible to the naked eye gradually faded, so that in the end it became a plate of seemingly simple dishes, with nothing special at all, and even after the aroma had dissipated.

Zhao Youqian stopped praying.

Seeing this scene, Hong Yi couldn't help but feel a little throbbing in his heart.

"Big brother, this..."

Without Hong Yi to explain, Zhao Youqian knew what he was thinking.

"There is no netherworld in this world, people are dead, the lights are extinguished, your mother has also scattered her Taoist cultivation, and her soul is weaker than ordinary people, Mo Duo thought about it."

"That sacrifice is just to make a little true spirit in the underworld stronger, in the natural reincarnation, so that it will not end up in ruins, and be reincarnated as a grass, tree, bird and beast, to protect one's body."

After listening to Zhao Youqian's words, the essence in Hong Yi's eyes darkened significantly, but this was also something he knew, and he was not too disappointed, but became more and more grateful for Zhao Youqian's sacrifice.

Being able to keep the true spirit and become human again is already a thing that many people can't ask for after death.

Thankful again, Hong Yi didn't say anything this time, knowing that Zhao Youqian didn't care about it, but he still had to remember it firmly in his heart.

At this time, there was a burst of fox and wolf roaring around the tomb, which was obviously the vision and aroma of the Jiangnan Baihua chicken before, which attracted many uninvited guests.

Hong Yi was not surprised, this West Mountain was originally where wild beasts were everywhere, just when he was ready to demarcate this tomb as a forbidden place, so that those tigers, leopards, wolves and foxes did not dare to enter.

Suddenly, in the jungle, several little foxes with snow-white bodies rushed out.

Coming to Hong Yi and Zhao Youqian, they didn't seem to expect to meet humans, and the little foxes first slumped like children, and then suddenly turned around and ran away.

It made Hong Yi smile.

"What? Do you want to meet this family? ”

"Lest these little guys with great spirituality be beaten by those princes and nobles as prey."

Zhao Youqian looked at the figures of those little foxes fleeing in embarrassment, and he was also quite interesting, and spoke to Hong Yi beside him.

also wants him to come out of the low mood of sweeping the tomb.

I know this, but those little foxes are really cute, and Hong Yi doesn't reject this.

What's more, when he saw the Namida Sutra, it can be regarded as leaving a little karma, since God destined these little pure foxes to come to him, then he naturally wanted to see them, and even manage them...