Mythological origin

Chapter 12 Alive
"Brother Yu, it's time to go to bed." The younger sister at the side saw that the sky seemed a little cold, so she picked up a coat and put it on Han Yu who was bathed in the moonlight.

Ever since the two of Bai Mo left, he has been thinking about the relationship between monks and mortals from time to time.

"Is it true that you can only forget the fate?"

Before Mo Tianxie died, the soul question of "Without spiritual roots, can I really cultivate immortality?" kept lingering in his mind.

Looking at the innocent little girl who didn't know what happened these days, he didn't know what choice to make.

She still thought that Dr. Mo was a purely good person, a great benefactor who brought everyone out of the sea of ​​suffering, and this time he was only going out for a while, and he would come back later.

Before Yu Zitong left, he had also reminded him of this matter.

Cultivators have their world, and mortals have their lives. After a few years, after finding a good family for her to marry, the intersection of the two should end here.

He really wanted to take this only little girl on the road of cultivating immortals, with the support of the mysterious vial, as long as she had spiritual roots, Han Yu believed that no matter how poor her aptitude was, she would be able to accumulate it slowly.

But the problem is that my sister doesn't have a spiritual root. No matter how many precious herbs can be cultivated in the mysterious vial, it is of no use to a mortal except for conditioning the body.

Maybe after he becomes a great monk, he can change the fate of the little sister against the sky, but she will never live to that day hundreds of years later.

"What does senior mean by saying that we will see the outcome in 20 years? Could it be that within these 20 years, there will be a way for mortals to cultivate immortality?" Han Yu suddenly remembered what Bai Mo said and the promise he made to Mo Tianxie.

"If it's only 20 years... I can barely wait."

Han Yu's younger sister is only 11 years old this year, and will be 20 in 31 years.

When Bai Mo left, both Han Yu and Yu Zitong had the idea of ​​following them. After all, they had super thick thighs, but the other party disappeared without a trace after stepping out. Obviously they didn't want to take anyone with them, so they could only Part ways.

……

After Bai Mo disappeared in front of the two of them, he used the identity of Qixuanmen to follow a caravan under the banner of Qixuanmen.

The road to Tai'an, the prefecture, was not peaceful, and Bai Mo could see vagrants from time to time, and they would plunder everything they thought was worth grabbing.

From gold and silver to food, from food to clothing, and then to the flesh wrapped under the clothing.

After all, in the year of catastrophe, food is always scarce.

And human flesh is also a kind of meat, and the starving people who are crazy hungry can't care so much.

It was only within a hundred miles of the Fucheng that the city guards stationed and patrolled faintly, and most of the rogues and vagrants stopped here, as if it was an invisible boundary.

There is a large vacuum between the cities, and only caravans controlled by powerful forces like Qixuanmen and protected by sufficient force can pass through relatively safely.

Following the Qixuanmen's caravan, Bai Mo also walked into Tai'an Fucheng smoothly.

Their team of hundreds of people entered the city without any inspection, almost as if they were going back to their own home.

However, there are rumors that the city lord of Tai'an City originally wore a pair of pants with the Qixuanmen, and it was the Qixuanmen who backed him back then that gave him the opportunity to climb to the high position of the city lord.

The surrounding streets are full of all kinds of shops, crowded with people everywhere, there are not a few young masters and ladies shopping, and the bustle is like two worlds outside the city.

However, the shy beggars everywhere, looking around at suspected pickpockets, and some corpses in the corners of the dark alleys that have not had time to be dragged away all imply that this big city is not so far away from the troubled times.

……

"Grandpa, please do me a favor. I will reward you with two coins. I'm about to starve to death..." came a weak voice.

Because Bai Mo didn't hide his figure, he was alone, he looked like he was not a poor man in all his clothes, and he had a strange face, only the words "I was wronged" were engraved on his face, so he immediately attracted the nearest A little beggar.

Other beggars who found the target, strongmen collecting protection money, and pickpockets who looked around seemed to have spotted this fat sheep in the distance.

Bai Mo looked at the thin and small beggar, he leaned over to Bai Mo's waist, and there was a pus sore the size of a copper coin on his face, with a stench that no one else could avoid.

Thanks to his courage, he dared to go to people to beg for money. Most people would not dare to approach it because it was too stinky.

"Are you still alive?"

Bai Mo looked at the little beggar with his head down and squinting his eyes waiting for alms, and gently brushed his hair.

One.

Two.

three.

……

More than a dozen bugs fell from his head.

"..."

He hadn't encountered such a thing since he could remember begging.

The vast majority of people are told to get out of here before they get close.

But this person is different.

He said the most cold-blooded words while making the most gentle movements.

Yes, the most gentle.

In the short life of a beggar, there has never been anyone who would catch those annoying bedbugs off his head for him.

"The yin body was born in a male body, how can it survive to this day?"

"?"

The little beggar raised his head blankly, looking up at the grown-up who didn't know what strange things he was saying.

"I see, you cleanse yourself, and cleanse yourself, so to speak, saved your life unintentionally."

Bai Mo scanned it again with his divine sense, and came up with this answer
"Clean body?" The beggar didn't quite understand the word.

The impoverished families who work hard can't afford to raise so many children at home. When they are on the verge of starving to death, some of them will choose to send the extra boys in the family to castration, which is scientifically known as "cleaning".

After cleansing, they will be sold into big households as slaves, from young eunuchs to eunuchs, and the luckiest among them may become housekeepers, but most of them have worked hard all their lives and are still the lowest-level slaves.

This little beggar probably had a similar experience, but shortly after the purification, his master’s family was probably in trouble again, and even his servants became beggars...

……

"It's just about to go to the Yin Yang sect, so just take him with you."

"Do you know where the Heavenly Gate is?" Bai Mo made a random decision and asked.

"know."

"Take me there."

"Ok."

Since then, no one has seen this little beggar who often haunts this road.

But no one cared.

Their existence is like wild dogs on the side of the road. Only when they die in a certain corner and the smell is stinking, will someone clean up their bodies.

As for those who are familiar with this area, they will be even more fortunate that that guy has finally disappeared. Because of this stinking beggar, many food stalls are reluctant to set up stalls in this area.

(End of this chapter)