Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Where's the pot? Where's my pot? Wuming circled around to look for it.

But no matter how Wuming looked for it, he turned around several times along the way he came from, but couldn't find it.

Who! Wuming shouted in the crowd, filled with grief and anger, Who did this? What does this mean? Who did it? Is there still a royal law? Is there still a law!

It's a pity that human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. Wuming's cries of grief and indignation only earned some blank stares and ridicule from passers-by, as well as a lot of comments.

But no kind person said they had seen any live pots.

Wuming sighed: It's impossible to ask - you forced me to do this.

Light and shadow flowed around Wuming's body, images of the past began to emerge from around him, and time rewinded in his eyes.

The last traces of Teardrop and the person who took him away were all seen by Wuming.

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In a garden in Stonewell, the fragrance blooms and fills the nostrils with fragrance.

There are many perfumers stationed secretly here.

In the garden, a perfumer wearing a heavy apron was scolding a guy in ordinary clothes who looked like a civilian.

The commoner also held a live pot in his hand, and the live pot shook quietly in his hand without saying a word.

Who told you to go poaching? the perfumer scolded, and slapped the civilian on the forehead.

You. The poacher covered his head, Didn't you give me the order to steal more in the city? You yourself are reluctant to send more people, most of them are hiding here, and let us people go out to make trouble. Here we are. You still want to scold us? Do you still have Wangfa?

We have to wait until the operation starts before we can all go out. Let you go out and steal to confuse them. I mean stealing from ordinary people, stealing unimportant things. The perfumer said, You stole the live pot?

This is my old profession. The poacher said, Isn't our cooperation just for this thing? Aren't you going to break the alchemy?

You are a poacher. Do you know what poaching is? The perfumer said bitterly, What happens outside big cities, in villages, and in the wilderness is called poaching. You go to the main city to steal a live pot and you still can't do it. Call it poaching? Can the living pot in the city have no owner? Can the person who feeds the living pot be an ordinary person?

But it's not that noble. I don't see anything unusual about him. The poacher said, He's just a businessman.

Businessman? The perfumer had a headache. You wouldn't have stolen that unknown businessman's belongings, would you?

How do I know the name of the businessman, let alone the name of the unknown businessman? the poacher said, A man wearing a suit of armor really doesn't look like a businessman.

That's it. The perfumer said, Enxia specifically reminded that the businessman is not someone to be trifled with. Why did you say you provoked him?

I can't help it. My hands are itchy when I see a living pot. The poacher said, And I have hunted so many living pots. This is the first time I have seen such a strange living pot. It is very rare.

Strange? The perfumer looked at the live pot in the poacher's hand, What's weird? Isn't this just an ordinary live pot?

Ordinary living pots are not so docile. The poacher said, In other words, they are not so quiet. Living pots are generally kind, innocent, lively and romantic - in other words, they are stupid, as long as you pretend If you are a poor lost man, they will take you to their village and expose the location of a large number of live pots to you.

Then you're a real bastard, said the perfumer.

The poacher curled his lips: You are a big shot, you can just pay for the living pot. The blood will not be on your hands, so you are calling us despicable.

Okay, what's so special about this live pot? the perfumer interrupted the poacher.

I said, although the live pots are stupid, they are lively. The poacher said, They are all like children, very talkative. There are also silent pots, but those pots are not innocent and will not be led by me. Walk.

The poacher grabbed the live pot in his hand and shook it:

This guy came with me and didn't speak. And - listen to the sound in this pot. I'm very familiar with the contents of the pot. It's just some flesh and blood. There is no such sound, like the sound of water.

New variety? The perfumer became interested, Did you lift the lid and look inside? What is the content in the pot?

No, I stole something. I came right here. Besides, I only know how to hunt live pots. How can I know these things. The poacher handed the live pot to the perfumer, No, let's give it to Mr. Eye.

The perfumer picked up a small crowbar from his waist and skillfully pried open the flat-top lid filled with magic spells on the top of the living pot.

Inside the living pot is a pool of mercury-silver viscous liquid that is flowing slowly.

What is this? The perfumer frowned, Is the platinum pot refined?

The viscous liquid surged and suddenly vibrated and made a sound:

I did not become a spirit from a platinum pot, but I became a living pot from a teardrop. I can imitate, I can learn, and I am very curious about you.

It turns out it can talk. The poacher leaned over to take a look curiously, Did the previous pots talk like this?

Teardrops... The perfumer frowned.

As an herbalist whose heart has long been destroyed and has no taboos, he has also dabbled in many taboos. I have also heard about the mysterious existence of teardrops.

Silver teardrops, I didn't expect them to be so intelligent, the perfumer said.

But I don't have much wisdom, otherwise why would I take you away obediently. The poacher said, Do you want to smash the alchemy too?

Compared to being taken away by you, it would be more dangerous for someone to discover my true identity. Teardrop said, Based on the above judgment, I think being taken away by you is a more correct choice.

Do you think we won't hurt you? The perfumer was curious about Teardrop's level of intelligence.

I judge that the person carrying me will save me. Mimic Teardrop said, In fact, in order to imitate, my perception is particularly keen - that person has already arrived.

Are we here? The perfumer looked around in horror.

The flowers and plants in the garden are luxuriant, and the trees and flowers as tall as a person block the view, so no one can be seen.

Both the perfumer and the poacher were quiet for a moment, listening to what was going on around them.

But after listening for a long time, there was nothing unusual except for the sound of flying mosquitoes.

The poacher breathed a sigh of relief and slapped the living pot:

Scare your grandpa from me, right?

The silver liquid in the living pot was slapped and splashed out.

The poacher followed the silver teardrops and saw a pair of gloomy eyes.

Next to the two of them, a soldier covered in iron armor looked at the poacher calmly.

It was the businessman dressed as a warrior.

Where are these people from? The poacher was so frightened that he almost threw his live pot away.

It's just silencing magic. Wuming said, I'm just saying something is wrong. Something was wrong with the first wave of people who stole from me. How could they pick up my spices at a glance? There are so many spices in my bag, but I got them at the right time. A spice that can be used directly as a means of attack and also disrupt people’s vision, yet it can be used so easily.”

Wuming looked at the surrounding gardens:

It turns out that the perfumer was looking for something to do with me.

The perfumer quickly distanced himself from Wuming:

How did you find it?

Wuming did not answer him, but said to himself:

As for me, in the eyes of some employees, I am not a good boss. I never hesitate when I need employees to endure hardships. Some employees have not returned from Galid yet. The employees who cheated me, Luen, are still working underground. , I haven’t returned to the ground yet. I have to bargain down the price of ten runes to one rune before I buy it, and sell it for twenty runes. However, even if I am like this, there are things I won’t do——that It’s just theft!”

The teardrops in the hands of the poachers said calmly:

Didn't you just steal the portal before?

I'm just scavenging! There's no use for it anyway. No one lives in the city anymore. Wuming confidently pointed at the poachers and perfumers:

You bastards actually did such a despicable thing - do you know why I don't do this kind of thing? I'm tired of it - I don't bother to get something for nothing! You bastards, did you bully me? On the street Theft is beyond the control of the king. I will let you know today that if you fight against the government, you will end up with it!

Wuming spoke a lot happily, while the perfumer and poacher opposite him were very calm.

The poacher snickered: Are you done? Just go and die.

The flowers and plants around Wuming surged, and a group of perfumers came out, three floors inside and three outside, surrounding Wuming.

The poacher smiled and said, In the next life, if you talk less, you might be able to escape.

Before Wuming could speak again, the perfumer next to the poacher punched the poacher:

If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in this trouble.

The other perfumers also looked at Wuming:

What? Do you want to kill me?

We can't expose it here yet, the perfumer said. Let's just treat it as a practice before the official action.

All the perfumers stretched their hands to their waists, holding various perfume bottles at their fingertips.

Wuming glanced at them: It seems you are not ready to surrender.

What? You surrounded us alone? the poacher said, Are you scared to death?

The soil flew away under Wuming's feet and hit the poacher directly.

The prepared perfumer immediately spread the spices, and the spices spread out to form a spherical protective shield, protecting the poachers and themselves, and they hit Wuming.

Then the spices flew, the protective shield collapsed, and the nameless figure stagnated.

The poacher was startled by the speed shown by Wuming. Seeing Wuming suddenly appear in front of him, his feet trembled, he sat down on the ground, and moved back continuously.

Wuming frowned as he looked at the spices floating in the air. He completely ignored the perfumer beside him and continued to catch the poachers.

Another cluster of spices appeared, protecting the poachers.

The unknown hand touched the protective shield, and the protective shield shattered.

But Wuming's hands were not fast, and with a little more force, he caught the poacher.

Let me go. The poacher struggled, took out his knife, and poked into the gap in the nameless arm armor, causing blood to splash everywhere.

But Wuming was completely unaware and ignored the explosive spices behind him. He just looked at the poacher and sneered:

Work hard in the next life and don't always think about getting something for nothing.

No movement was seen on Wuming's hands. The poacher's body suddenly swelled a bit, and his eyes protruded, almost popping out.

Then flames surged out of his body, blowing the poacher's body into pieces. His flesh and blood were scorched black by the flames before they even hit the ground.

The living pot in the poacher's hand jumped up, wrapped around Wuming's neck, and hung it behind him.

After killing the poacher, Wuming stretched out his other hand to grab the perfumer next to him.

Witnessing the sight of Wuming blowing up people to pieces at close range, the perfumer didn't dare to be careless, so he put a protective shield on his body and retreated violently.

Judging from Wuming's actions just now, he will still be blocked by the protective shield. As long as he retreats while he pauses and puts on a new protective shield, he will be safe.

But this time, Wuming's hand did not stop. A layer of flames ignited on the gauntlet. The not-so-thick layer of flames licked the surroundings. The moment it came into contact with the protective shield, it blew up the protective shield. However, Wuming's hand did not suffer any damage. Obstacle, castration continues unabated, and it quickly grabs the perfumer's neck.

Another burst of fireworks, the perfumer's head exploded, and instead of blood, sparks spurted from his body.

In the fragrant garden, fireworks are constantly blooming, competing for beauty and uniqueness in the garden. Each firework has a youthfulness and beauty that the flowers in the garden have never had.

The perfumers discovered that their proud killing techniques and knowledge of poisons were all ineffective.

Spark spices that explode when exposed to air had no effect at all on the Tin Woodman in front of him; poisonous spices that were extremely poisonous were sprayed on Wuming's body, and a burst of fire flashed, and all the poisonous gas was burned away.

People who use protective shields cannot stop the Tin Man's big hands. Those hands are like giant snakes swallowing the golden tree, swallowing up all the lives it targets.

It is not a cannon, a monstrous flame or a mighty force that instantly wipes out everyone, nor a fanatical war cry, but a pair of hands, one by one, that kills every individual seriously, solemnly and meticulously.

This makes them feel even more what it means to kill them all and what it means to be as cruel as a devil.

This person not only wants to eliminate them, but also wants to make them feel the greatest fear before they die.

The fallen perfumers sewed a coat of arms with two snakes surrounding the golden tree on their aprons to show their blasphemy and curse against the golden tree. Sent to the battlefield, he lost the honor and responsibility of an herbalist and used poison and fire unscrupulously.

Now they encountered the monster in the fire, and, terrified by the true crime and blasphemy, began to pray to the golden tree.

But the Golden Tree did not answer their prayers, and the Iron-clad Men ignored their prayers and burned them to death with firepower that the Perfumers had never seen before.

The panicked perfumers switched to spices that were not commonly used and tried their luck.

The acid that can corrode metal and affect the body stained the nameless armor with rust, but after a flash of golden light, the armor was restored to like new.

Someone drank the spices himself and tried to compete with Wuming as the perfumer, but before he could get close, he was blown into ashes by a fireball.

Others kept spreading spices, covering their bodies with layers of protective shields, which were destroyed layer by layer by the flames. Finally, they could not escape the fate of having their necks pinched by iron hands and turned into fireworks.

Upon seeing this, a perfumer quickly gave up the same technique and poured another spice into the body.

Wuming noticed the perfumer and slapped him.

When the palm of his hand came into contact with the perfumer's body, Wuming's body trembled, and the sound of gold and iron intertwined between the gauntlet and the perfumer's body came out.

The explosion in Wuming's hand exploded, but it did not directly explode the perfumer's body like usual.

The perfumer's body was shaken violently, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but the joy of not being instantly killed by a single blow made him see hope, revealing the joy of surviving the disaster.

The surviving perfumers also saw hope and drank the same spices, turning their bodies into iron.

Hey, your body is very strong. Wuming also smiled, But can you still run away?

The perfumers froze, physically.

Although his body turned into steel, his movements became slower.

Originally, the perfumers' clothes were light, and although they were slow, they could move with some effort, but a white circle was wrapped around them, making it even harder for them to move.

The perfumer in front of Wuming yelled:

If you haven't taken any medicine, run away quickly, let's hold him back!

As he spoke, the perfumer hugged Wuming and dragged him with his strengthened body.

It's a bit tragic. Wuming said and raised his hand.

The golden thunder condensed in Wuming's hand and struck down like a hammer.

The perfumer's clothes were still there, but his body turned into ashes and collapsed.

This time Wuming did not catch up with the escaping people and strangle them one by one with his hands. Instead, he held the golden lightning in his hand like a javelin and shot them one by one, killing them all.

After doing this, Wuming looked at the headless corpses and white ash all around him, straightened the rags on his armor, and said in disgust:

A bunch of scum.

He clapped his hands:

Is there anyone alive in the garden?

Behind Wuming, teardrops made a sound:

There are no powerful life forms within my range of perception.

Wuming nodded: Call it over.

Teardrop jumped off Wuming's back, still imitating a living pot, shaking his head and following behind Wuming.

Why are you following me? Wuming said.

Teardrop didn't understand Wuming's meaning.

I've called it a day, and you haven't. Wuming said, Won't you change? Give me all the flowers and herbs in this garden.

Teardrop was stunned: Collect flowers?

Otherwise? Wuming said, I burned them all without a fire, and I strangled them one by one. Isn't it because I wanted to preserve the flowers here as much as possible. I saw them when I came. They were all precious medicinal materials, so I hurriedly picked them.

Teardrops were silent for a moment:

Didn't you say you can't steal?

Wuming glared at him: Nonsense, this set of words is a way for me to slander others and say I'm not good, do you understand?

So that's it. Teardrop nodded, There is no end to learning.

He obediently transformed into a four-wheeled cart with a basket surrounded by many sickles and arms, and began to travel along the open space of the garden, harvesting the flowers and plants on both sides with efficiency and precision.