Mutated Tao Chapter 68: Holidays
Life span is a difficult problem that has always troubled everyone. Now the answer to this difficult problem lies in the hands of Li Huowang.
Don't worry about why such a thing as Yangshou can be visualized.
In this grotesque world, after experiencing so much, Li Huowang has long since stopped thinking about these secondary issues.
What he should consider now is what this thing in his hand means to him.
According to Master You's instructions, Li Huowang raised the gourd in his hand and pointed it at the sun in the sky.
After a while, from the mouth of the gourd, it split like a petal.
Six round and bulging **** with the faint golden word Shou floating inside, rolling slowly in the green viscous liquid.
Li Huowang cautiously reached into the water with his hand and took out one.
He squeezed his fingers very firmly and dared not be careless. According to Master You's explanation, Yangshou, as long as it touches any of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, it will dissipate immediately, and if it falls on the ground, it will be gone.
This one represents the lifespan of an ordinary person in one year.
When exposed to the sun, the life of these solids began to gradually slacken, and some yellow smoke that shocked people was diffused.
As Li Huowang pressed lightly and firmly, the thing fell into his hands.
Suddenly, Li Huowang felt a lot more relaxed, and his life span was increased by one year.
"If I keep taking this stuff, wouldn't I be able to live forever?"
Li Huowang quickly put this unrealistic idea behind him.
Reminiscent of what Li Zhi said before, it is not difficult to guess that these life spans are the "tea money" that the immortals want.
God knows how many big dances Li Zhi has done to save his lifespan. If it was so easy, he wouldn't be so mature.
The only function of these life spans is probably to feed Master You.
Li Huowang said that he would take out the remaining five from the inside and absorb them directly.
Last night, in order to deal with Li Zhi, he invited six Master You, and it would be eighteen at three or six, so he had to make up for it from here.
But when his fingers touched those longevity balls, Li Huowang stopped suddenly.
"Can this thing be used as currency in this world?"
As the saying goes, an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. But what if an inch of gold can really buy an inch of time?
"This thing is estimated to be of high value whether it is in the hands of mortals or those who practice. It is a pity to absorb it like this. It must be used well."
Li Huowang withdrew his hand from the gourd, looked at the gourd which had returned to the shade of the tree, and slowly closed its ferocious mouth.
He picked up the gourd and turned around and walked towards the carriage. Li Huowang found a rope to tie the gourd around his waist, and continued to search for the package.
However, Li Huowang did not find anything of value.
A half-worn piece of clothing, two pairs of half-pressed shoe soles, thimble threads, and several clay sculptures of Baojiaxian.
This is all Li Zhi has, all his belongings.
Seeing this, Li Huowang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. The power of the Xian family not only failed to give Li Zhi a better life, but made him live a poorer life than ordinary people.
It is very easy to use the ability of the Xian family to obtain money for Li Zhi, but those Xian families may not do this.
They just want an obedient slave to collect Yangshou, they don't care how the slave is doing.
Li Zhi is right, jumping to the gods is really not a human job.
"Brother Li, can you give me this thing?" A Taoist boy with a runny nose stared straight at the clay sculptures.
In the final analysis, no matter how hard these people are, they are still just children after all, as long as they are children, they are fond of playing.
Li Huowang shook his head, grabbed those humanoid clay sculptures and put them on the side of the road. "These things are not clean."
The wheels of the donkey cart kept ringing, and it kept rolling forward.
Li Zhi lied to Li Huowang about other things before, but there was one thing that didn't deceive him, that is, the next section of the road was indeed very rough, and there was really no other end point in the middle.
After walking on the muddy dirt road for more than ten days, they finally saw a small town.
Even though it was drizzling in the sky at the moment, it still didn't stop their tired faces from showing joyful smiles.
"Finally I can sleep on the bed, this journey has really worn me to death." A one-armed man in the crowd complained.
He is not without arms, only the other arm is normal, and the other arm is only the size of a baby.
Li Huowang looked away from the map in his hand, "We will rest here for two days, and we will leave when the rain stops."
The wheels of the donkey cart began to roll towards the entrance of the town.
When Li Huowang and the others walked into the entrance of the town, they found many carriages, ox carts and unicycles driving out of the town.
After all, there are only a small number of people with cars, and more people go on foot.
These people were wearing coir raincoats, with yellow paper and small bowls of eggs, meat and fish in the bamboo baskets in their hands, and they drove out silently with sad faces.
"What's wrong? Did something happen in the town?" Li Huowang asked subconsciously.
"Brother Li, today is Qingming, and they are going to sweep the grave."
"Is it clear in a blink of an eye? So fast." Li Huowang muttered to himself.
Walking into the town, there are several stalls set up on the side of the road, selling yellow paper and gold ingots, as well as paper figurines and paper cows. The business is very good.
Li Huowang didn't want to break his promise to Li Zhi.
But holding the paper money and the precious candle in his hand, he froze in place for a while, how should he burn the dead Li Zhi?
"Brother, leave this to me, I'm good at it, I will." Gou Wa patted his shriveled chest triumphantly.
Soon they came to the crossroads in the town, where many people were burning paper money to family members far away.
Gou Wa took out his own knife and drew a circle on the ground, leaving a hole in the circle. The direction of the hole was the direction where Li Zhi was buried.
The yellow paper is lit in the white circle and gradually burns to ashes.
The dog boy next to him was yelling loudly while burning. "The one that was burned first was for Li Zhi! The one that was burned last was Li Zhi's wife's! Whoever the **** dares to steal it is a son of a bitch! You will be designated as a beast in your next life!"
"Is it useful for you to shout like this?" Li Huowang stuffed the gold ingot in his hand into the fire.
"It's useful, it's definitely useful! That's what my third uncle taught me. If you shout like that, lonely ghosts won't dare to **** the money we burned." Gouwa said confidently.
Li Huowang stared at the green smoke slowly rising in front of his eyes for a long time before slowly speaking again: "Do you think people really become ghosts after death?"
"Senior brother Li, what nonsense are you talking about? If a person dies, he doesn't become a ghost, so what does he become?"
"Maybe when a person dies, nothing will be left, and he will not become a ghost, and nothing will be left behind. People are so fragile and small."
Li Huowang has seen many strange things in this world, but he has never seen a ghost.
These words made the other people around feel a little uneasy, and they looked at each other.
Gou Wa put his hands on his shoulders, and used his hands to soothe the goosebumps all over his body.
"Oh, Senior Brother Li, what you said is too penetrating. It's Ching Ming Festival, don't talk nonsense. If a person dies, he will definitely become a ghost, and then he will definitely go to the underworld to be reincarnated. It's a certainty. "
"Why are you so sure? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"
"Because... because this is what my second aunt told me. She has lived for ninety-four years and understands everything."