This was an unusual night.
People fell asleep as usual, and the whole world was indescribably quiet.
There are also some busy people who work night shifts and keep running around for a living.
Everything is the same as usual, yet different.
Deng Huachao is a taxi driver who often travels alone through the streets and alleys of the city.
However, with the advent of the era of universal spiritual practice, his job became increasingly difficult.
For example, nowadays, few people are willing to take taxis.
In China, where every person is at the True Pulse Realm, any one person's running speed can far exceed that of a car.
Of course, running on the street is a bit indecent, so many people still prefer to take a taxi.
The number of people is definitely far less than before.
Nowadays, Deng Huachao is the only one in the entire city who still drives a taxi, and everyone else has changed careers.
The reason why Deng Huachao chose to drive a taxi at night was mainly because he didn't want to go back home to see his old wife.
The taxi business was not doing well, so his income naturally decreased, and the conflicts between him and his wife became increasingly serious.
His wife wanted Deng Huachao to change jobs, but Deng Huachao had been driving a taxi for more than ten years. He loved his job and didn't want to give up easily.
Deng Huachao said that as long as he keeps driving a taxi, this industry will always exist.
Tonight, Deng Huachao came to the door of Lao Sun's soup dumpling shop as usual.
It's already early morning and daybreak will soon be here.
He likes to eat soup dumplings here every day. The steaming hot soup dumplings in his mouth are a memory that he can never give up.
"Old Deng, you're a little late today!"
Old Sun moved the tables outside and set them up, setting up the tent in advance and preparing for the arrival of customers.
Deng Huachao parked the taxi nearby, came over to help place the stools, and then sat down in the seat he was most familiar with.
"Same old rules, a basket of soup dumplings and a bowl of millet porridge."
As Deng Huachao spoke, he skillfully took out a head of garlic from the basket next to him and started peeling it.
Old Sun smiled and placed a basket of soup dumplings on his table. Tao Kan said, "You kid, you come to eat my garlic again. You ate all the garlic I prepared for the guests."
"Hey, you old bastard, I'm not your guest, am I!"
Deng Huachao took the soup dumpling, put it into his mouth while it was still hot, and took a light bite. His mouth was immediately filled with fragrance. It was so delicious and refreshing!
Old Sun said with a smile: "You are a nobody. You are the first one to come and the first one to leave every day. Other customers have never seen you."
"Haha, that's your customer too. What's the matter? Do you feel bad for eating my garlic?"
"Yes, the price of garlic has gone up recently. It's almost 30 yuan per pound."
"Who says it's not? The green onions in the supermarket are even more abnormal. The last time I went to see them, they were already 70 yuan per pound."
"Alas, in this world nowadays, everyone is helping to cultivate, and no one is farming anymore."
"That's right. Vegetables are getting more and more expensive, and food prices are also rising. Many young people are running away to other worlds, apparently to kill alien beasts."
"Can you fill your stomach with exotic beasts? Farming is more reliable."
"I heard that someone has opened up wasteland and cultivated land in the golden grasslands of another world. It is said that the rice they grow is spiritual rice, and the vegetables they grow are immortal vegetables."
"It's still a fairy dish, but it's almost pickled."
As the two chatted, Old Sun brought over the hot millet porridge.
Deng Huachao took a sip and said, “Hey, it’s still the familiar taste, so comfortable.”
"Old Sun, do you feel that something is a little strange tonight?"
Deng Huachao took a sip of millet porridge and then asked Old Sun.
Old Sun returned to his steamer, took the steamed buns down and put them away, then put the raw buns back in and continued steaming them.
He responded while busying himself: "What's wrong? Isn't it still the same as before?
Ever since everyone started practicing, fewer and fewer people come here to eat buns.
They said there was no energy in my buns.
Damn, he said that buns filled with pure meat have no energy. Is he trying to be exciting on purpose?
Let me tell you, I am old now.
If I had met a man like that when I was younger, I would have beaten him to death."
"Don't brag. Also, your buns aren't made of pure meat. You might be able to fool others, but don't fool me."
Deng Huachao quickly finished a basket of soup dumplings, one at a time.
He clapped his hands, stood up, and said seriously, "Old Sun, I'm telling you the truth, I feel like tonight is indeed a little different."
"What's the difference?"
When Old Sun saw Deng Huachao's serious look, he immediately frowned.
Deng Huachao gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said: "Air,
The air tonight is exceptionally fresh, and seems to have a lot more energy than before.
One breath brings invigoration, two breaths grant immunity to all poisons, and three breaths grant immortality."
"Get out of here now!"
Old Sun scolded Deng Huachao with a smile. If he hadn't been busy steaming buns, he would have rushed over and kicked him.
Deng Huachao walked to the workbench, stretched, took out his phone, scanned the QR code to pay, and then looked at the morning glow in the east and sighed, "It's almost dawn, and I should call it a day."
Old Sun nodded and said, "Okay, come back tomorrow."
As he spoke, Deng Huachao prepared to turn around and leave.
At this moment, a ray of sunlight shone through the morning glow onto the small stall, and also onto a peony placed next to it.
Under the astonished gaze of Deng Huachao and Old Sun, the peony flower quickly sprouted branches and grew, and even produced flower buds at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"this……"
Both of them were shocked at the same time and felt like they were hallucinating.
After the peony forms buds, it does not stop growing, but continues to grow, and then blooms directly into a beautiful flower.
"What the hell, what's going on?"
Deng Huachao widened his eyes in surprise, with an expression of disbelief.
Old Sun was shocked at first, then he looked overjoyed.
"Peony represents wealth and prosperity. This peony is blooming in such a magical way, which means that I will soon become rich and prosperous. I am going to get rich!"
Old Sun was overjoyed and immediately shouted to the inner room, "Old woman, come and see, our peonies are blooming."
Deng Huachao was extremely shocked. He turned around and looked to the side, and found that wherever the sunlight reached, the flowers and plants were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Next to them were a few cucumber seedlings planted by Old Sun. At this time, the sunlight shone on the cucumber leaves, and its vines began to grow wildly.
Like a devil's claw, it quickly covered the entire vine.
At the same time, on the roadside and in the wilderness, countless plants are growing wildly, as if there is a magical power that is promoting their continuous evolution.
Deng Huachao took a few deep breaths again, and seemed to be able to clearly feel the abundant energy contained in the air.
At this moment, Deng Huachao slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "It's spiritual energy! This is spiritual energy! The spiritual energy has revived!"
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