Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 214 Sad and Deplorable
After the two businessmen on the other side calmed down at this moment, one of them couldn't help but said angrily.

"Master, didn't you say that there will be no problems? If this kills a few people after going back, what should I do to attract the attention of the government?"

"Say a few words less."

The companion pulled the speaker, but the latter didn't say any more, after all, it was fine to complain, if the words really made people angry, they might turn their backs on the gallbladder.

The warlock glanced at the two merchants and sighed again.

"You won't miss a penny."

After speaking, the warlock still looked at the corner over there, but Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng had already stopped their movements at this moment.

"Scholar, are you all right?"

"It's fine, but it's fine, but don't you all know that there is such a thing in the coffin, is this a zombie? I heard from the older generation that it is a cannibal!"

The warlock didn't answer right away, but gave instructions to the disciples who had already got up.

"Pull up all the fragments of the coffin and burn them outside together with the zombies."

Many of these coffin fragments were stained with water stains that were heavily cloudy. Although the heavy cloudy energy was eliminated by Yi Shuyuan, the corpse energy of the zombies was still there.

Burning with fire is indeed the most common way for warlocks to deal with the aftermath.

Maybe it was because the coffin was opened, or maybe it was because of the corpse water, which made the room stink.

The disciples quickly picked up the coffin fragments and went out. Some people dragged the corpse out with ropes, and the merchants and servants also ran out. No one wanted to stay in the old inn.

Although the warlock saw that he killed the zombies neatly, his bitten finger hadn't stopped bleeding. He would stand there, his finger still bleeding slowly.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the finger and the wound and sighed in his heart, this person must have tried many "elixir".

"Master, let me help you with some medicine and bandage."

Yi Shuyuan took out a medicine and a few clean white cloths from the bookcase. The warlock walked over and shook his head even though he sat down.

"It can't be stopped, it will take a while to get better."

There are so many disciples, but no one can really catch the eye. The warlock sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but look at Yi Shuyuan again, who had already pulled out the medicine bottle.

Although he said that he couldn't stop, the warlock didn't refuse. Instead, he stretched out his finger. Watching the scholar clean the blood on his finger with a white cloth, and then carefully pat the medicine bottle, the warlock couldn't help but speak again.

"You have also seen my ability, and you know that I am not someone who pretends to be a ghost. My ability must be inherited. Although there are many apprentices, most of them are dull people. If you are willing to practice with me, the way of immortality is just around the corner, hiss"

At this moment, the medicine powder just fell on the wound on Warlock's finger, the pain was so strong that he couldn't help but inhale, and interrupted the following words.

Yi Shuyuan carefully bandaged the warlock with a clean white cloth, while shaking his head slightly.

"Master, although I am not talented, I have heard many fairy tales since I was a child. When I saw that ghost just now, it is really difficult to connect it with the fairy road."

"The way of immortality is naturally not simple, and it cannot be learned from common sense!"

"No!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the warlock, his eyes made the latter startled.

"If there are real immortals in the world, there will definitely be clues. Ancient and modern ghosts, human legends, ancient legends, word of mouth, all kinds of magical stories here are those clues!"

"How to establish the law in the world? Even though the emperor's power is supreme, the legislator should follow the ethics of the world and the words of the sages. This is common sense deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, that is, the public order and conscience! If the laws enacted do not conform to the public order and conscience, it is a wrong path."

"The same is true of the principles of the immortal way. Although the fairy trails in the world are ethereal, the shadows of the gods are at ease in the hearts of the people."

Yi Shuyuan seemed to be in a daze, and the sorcerer said.

"It is rumored that true immortals observe the changes of the world, develop their own ways, and understand the principles of all things. They are very lucky. Although there are elixir for external seeking, they should also be changed by their own practice. They cannot be controlled if they are not attained.

If the way of immortality exists, it should be based on this principle. If the mind of immortality exists, there should be no ambiguity. If you seek to refine the elixir with the wrong way and delusional mind, how can you achieve it? "

Saying that, Yi Shuyuan gently tied the cloth strip in his hand, and said with a smile.

"Look, isn't this wrapped up, how can there be any reason why it can't stop the bleeding?"

The mage was in a trance, as if he had an illusion, as if he was still a schoolboy, listening to the master's teachings of saints.

Hearing that the wound was bandaged now, the mage came back to his senses.

Looking down at his left index finger, the thin white cloth was tied on the fingertips, only a little redness appeared, but no more blood oozing out, obviously it really stopped.

This is what Master once said, the kind of "born rich" person, right?

At this moment, the warlock felt a little lost, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth to speak.

"Scholar, you are destined to enter the fairyland. You don't waste your life like me, but you really step on the clouds."

Shi Sheng lay on Yi Shuyuan's lap, and couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle, do you still want to accept my master as an apprentice?"

The warlock shook his head.

"No, no, I'm not qualified."

Outside the post station, someone shouted towards the inside at this moment.

"Master, should we light the fire now?"

Warlock stood up at this moment, Yi Shuyuan cupped his hands.

"Thank you!"

After speaking, the warlock went outside the house.

Inside the wall of the old post station, a firewood frame was built with coffin fragments and a large amount of other firewood. The zombie's body was placed on the frame, and a little kerosene was poured on the firewood.

The sorcerer took a torch and ignited the pyre himself.

As the fire gradually engulfed the zombies, a black smoke accompanied by a foul smell also rose from the flames, and everyone around couldn't help but back away.

"Cough, cough, cough"

A coughing sound appeared in the station yard, and seeing the burning fire over there, he suddenly became angry.

"I said why it stinks like this. It turns out that these bastards are here to burn zombies. I'm so mad that I won't let people sleep peacefully! I, I, I really want to kill you, I..."

At this time, a little old man with a crutch, dragged his ragged coat to the ground, gestured with a crutch around the warlock and the crowd, found the warlock and tried to hit him, but he didn't hit him after all. .

"Hmph, it seems that your life is not long, so it's not worth being angry with you!"

At this time, Shi Sheng, who was also watching the fire outside at the gate of the post station, suddenly let out a cry.

"Master, there is a short old man! Is he the land lord?"

This sound was not heard by the warlock and others, but the Lord of the Earth did.

"Ok?"

The little old man turned to look in the direction of the old inn, saw a child staring at him, and ran in after meeting his sight.

The little old man was slightly taken aback, and hurried towards the old inn, and looked in at the door. There was a scholar in a gray robe beside the campfire in the corner, and the child returned to the scholar, but couldn't help but look towards the door.

"Baby, can you see me?"

Shi Sheng looked at Yi Shuyuan, then at the little old man, and nodded.

The land lord grinned and walked into the old inn with his crutches. He looked at Yi Shuyuan who was fiddling with the fire, and waved his hand in front of him, causing Yi Shuyuan to look up at the little old man.

"Hey, can you see it too?"

The land lord was taken aback, but immediately realized that the other party was a real practitioner, so he quickly took a step back and bowed to salute.

"Little old man belongs to our own land, I don't know what your honor is?"

Yi Shuyuan also got up and returned a salute.

"My surname is Yi, just a passing storyteller!"

This kind of small land is basically unlikely to have heard of Yi Shuyuan's name, so he just nodded when he heard the words.

But the land lord looked at the door and seemed to understand something.

"Your honor is a fairy cultivator?"

"That's it."

The Lord of the Land frowned upon hearing this.

"Elder Immortal Yi, this sorcerer is at a loss and is in debt, you are not here to save him, are you?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Of course not, it's just a coincidence."

"It's not that good. Warlocks of their line are obsessed with alchemy. I have seen his master and his ancestors. In his generation, my good guy, he has become a zombie. It is almost incurable. He was still spiritual when he was young. It’s the same virtue now!”

The land lord said as he looked behind him, a faint yellow light emerged, and a small rattan basket appeared in his hand, which was filled with bright red wild persimmons and oranges, as well as some plant roots with a little soil.

It wasn't hidden in the first place, but it was obtained instantly by casting a spell, which also made Yi Shuyuan's eyes brighten.

However, this casting spell also dispelled the deception of the Lord of the Earth, making his figure appear more real.

Then the land lord handed over the basket.

"There's nothing to entertain, just a little mountain fruit, I hope the immortal will accept it with a smile!"

"Thank you!"

Yi Shuyuan reached out to take it, and Shi Sheng couldn't wait to get the things in the basket. A small gray and white mink emerged from under the blanket on one side, and also grabbed the fruit and ate it.

The land lord took a few steps closer and sat down beside him.

"Well, it doesn't matter if their lineage is cut off, they may cause some trouble in the future."

"Elder Land, if my master hadn't met him, disaster would have happened this time!"

Shi Sheng's words caused the Lord of the Land to nod his head.

"That's right, the smell of this corpse is so strong that the hibernating animals in the mountains are disturbed by it. The smell spreads to the ground for dozens of miles. It must not be an ordinary zombie. The fairy elder will help, right?"

This zombie has not yet matured, and has already begun to develop intelligence. It simply has not worshiped the moon, nor has it sucked human blood, otherwise disasters will indeed happen.

"Immortal Elder."

Land Justice wanted to speak, but when he heard footsteps approaching, he shrank back and disappeared underground.

Although the corpses outside were still burning, there was no need for everyone to look at them, and it was too smelly. Compared with that over there, the smell of corpses inside the old inn was negligible.

A group of people, including Warlock, have walked back.

Hui Mian crawled back under the blanket with some food in his mouth, while Shi Sheng was picking up the citrus bit by bit, which made some people salivate.

Shi Sheng looked at Yi Shuyuan, saw the master nodded, and raised the basket.

"Do you want to eat? It's sweet and delicious, we have a lot!"

"No, no, no." "You can eat."

A group of people refused, returned to the original bonfire and sat down, adding firewood to make the fire bigger again.

But Shi Sheng ran over with the basket.

"Eat it, my kids can see it, you all want to eat it!"

"Uh, thank you then!"

Someone was the first to reach out, and the others couldn't help it either.

"I'll take one too!" "Then I'll eat one too!"

"Thank you!" "Good boy!"

The disciples took all of them, but they were more restrained and didn't take too much.

When Shi Sheng came to Warlock with the basket in his hands, the latter also smiled and reached out to take it, but subconsciously noticed those things that looked like roots, and couldn't help being slightly surprised.

I don't know if this thing can be eaten, but there is still some wet soil on it.

The scholar's back box is not small, and it is not impossible to hold a basket of fruits, but this thing looks like it has just been dug out of the soil and shaken off.

Looking at the basket in the child's hand, there are actually a few small shoots and green leaves on the edge.

The warlock reached out and took a piece of rhizome. After Shi Sheng left, he smelled it with his nose. There was a fragrance mixed with earthy smell, which seemed to be a kind of medicinal material.

After hesitating for a long time, when Shi Sheng walked back, Warlock followed quickly.

As if he was waiting for the warlock to come over, Yi Shuyuan spoke when he came to him.

"An old man came in just now. He came in with a cane and a basket. He said he knew a mage, and he met him when he was a child."

Warlock was a little dazed, unable to say what he was going to say just now.

"Mage, please sit down!"

Warlock looked at Yi Shuyuan, seeing that he seemed to be relatively calm, he couldn't help but whispered.

"Do you know who that old man is? I'm afraid he is"

"He claims to be his own land!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the warlock and said, the latter suddenly lost his words.

"The Lord of the Earth said that he was smothered by the stench of corpses, so he came to see you. Seeing what you look like now, he sighed that the mage's life is not long. If he can rest assured and don't bother about other things, he may last for three to five years."

The warlock was stunned for a while, as if he fell to the side.

"Three years and five years. How can I inherit my Taoism and alchemy?"

By the campfire on the other side, there was already chatting and laughing. The zombies were gone, and everyone was relaxed. In contrast, the Warlock felt desolate.

After a long silence, the warlock looked at Yi Shuyuan again.

"Scholar, I don't expect you to be my apprentice."

During the speech, the Warlock's eyes were slightly red, and he reached into his arms and took out a book wrapped in cloth.

"This "Danshu Miaojue" is my 200-year painstaking effort, and it must not be lost in my hands."

Warlocks often bring disasters on their own, so among warlocks and their ilk, there are many people who die badly.

To be honest, the warlock who died at the hands of Yi Shuyuan in Yuanjiang County could also be counted in this situation.

Ke Yi Shuyuan also had to admit that many warlocks were indeed pathetic!
(End of this chapter)