Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Wuming made an excuse to walk back, and Menggert followed him step by step.

Wuming felt a little guilty: Why are you following me?

Isn't the Coprophagian also at your place? Menggert said, I'm going to pick him up.

Wuming had nothing to say and returned to the stage with Mengt.

The copro-eater was lying in the prison car, fast asleep.

Subtle breathing sounds came from the prison van. The coprophag refused to take off his ugly armor even when sleeping. He huddled in the hay and was quite quiet.

Just looking at the coprophag in the prison car, it's hard to connect with the guy screaming crazily on the stage.

Meng Ge pulled the chain on the prison car and pulled the prison car away. He stopped again, thought for a moment, turned to the back of the car, and then pushed the prison cart away.

What is this for? Patch was still there. Seeing that Mengt was going to take this cash cow away, he quickly asked Wuming.

Wuming explained to Patch and said:

I don't come here often. Is it possible that he is the murderer?

Patch thought for a while: Maybe not?

What is should?

I don't come here often either.

Isn't there a lot of money to be made here? Why don't you come?

It's too noisy, Patch said. And I mean, when the cabaret opens, I'll be outside, and when it's over and he goes to sleep, I'll go back.

Seeing that Pachi could not provide information, Wuming shook his head:

You're not dedicated, you don't even notice.

Tanisi also wants to go home, and I have to escort her. Patch said matter-of-factly, Do you know what the situation was like at the beginning of the song and dance troupe? Someone was looking for trouble every day, and our chief dancer would have to retire if he was not careful. I have to Protect her? She is the most vulnerable on this stage.

You just want to please the widow. Wuming said.

Patch rolled his eyes at Wuming: I'm happy to.

Wuming struggled with Patch. During the fight, it was discovered that Patch's spider body was incredibly strong. The spider legs could easily pierce Wuming's armor like steel nails, and the threads it spit out were sharper than ordinary weapons.

Wuming was tired from playing and lay down on the outdoor stage:

Where did you get this body from?

Patch also turned his belly, his legs trembling: Secret.

Still hiding, still hiding. Wuming slapped Patch on the belly.

It's not that I won't tell you, it's just that you have a big mouth and can easily leak. Tanis will be unhappy when she hears about it, Patch said.

What's wrong Guantanis?

Think about what Tanith hates most.

Wuming lay on the stage, looking up at the golden tree and starry sky above his head: Oh...

Patch said: As for the Coprophagous Man, you really let Menggert take him away. I thought you would kill the ancient gods for the sake of Rune.

I am a reasonable person. Wuming said.

He sighed: When I think about the situation of the song and dance group, I can't even convince myself. Those fanatical fans are clamoring to be defiled, and the fecal eaters even directly released their resentful souls on the stage. If I didn't Come just in time, when Menggert comes, you will see corpses everywhere.

Wuming sat up from the table:

Forget it, let me go check it out. You wait a few days and then go get him. Mengt has no evidence. He is just suspicious of him. There is no reason to lock him up for too long.

Wuming caught up with Mengt and asked for information on several murder cases.

Mark the location of the crime on the map and search for it one by one.

The corpses were all similar. They were all sitting in a circle and being disemboweled, which looked like a weird ritual.

But with my unknown knowledge, I have never heard of this kind of ceremony.

Wuming recorded the image and returned to the caravan.

He found the coffin with pyroxene debris on the ground and climbed on it.

On the roof of the coffin, Se Lian was lying on a recliner and taking a nap, holding a staff in his hand. His sleeping face looked a bit lazy and soft.

Wuming did not wake up Se Lian immediately, but looked at her on the experimental table.

There are drawings and scrolls that have never been seen before.

There is also a small disc on the stand, wrapped with twigs, a bit like a small tree guarding the shield.

Wuming followed the instructions on the drawing and activated the small shield. A golden light rushed out from the shield, almost hitting Wuming, leaving a golden trace in the air.

This movement also woke up Se Lian. He immediately opened his eyes and raised the staff he had been holding in his hand.

Seeing that it was Wuming, he put down the staff again.

It's rare, but I rarely see you sleeping. Wuming said.

I have been studying new topics these days and haven't slept for several days. Se Lian yawned and rubbed the tears from the corners of his eyes.

What good thing are you doing again? Wuming asked.

It's not new. It's like a golden cannonball like the big tree guard. Se Lian said.

You don't seem like someone who likes to study stale things.

Selian showed a scroll to Wuming with dark circles under his eyes: Do you still remember what contract this is?

An IOU for the debt I owe. Wuming said, You sent me runes worth a thousand tons of pyroxene.

Se Lian slumped her shoulders:

So I can only do something boring first.

Wuming held the small shield: What is this for?

Tops gave you a shield, Se Lian said, I'll give you a spear.

Wuming looked at the small shield: Spear?

The form is not important. It can use the power of runes and turn it into a direct attack method. Se Lian said, Intellectual belief is not required, as long as there are runes.

This is a very powerful invention. Wuming exclaimed, Our immortal employees can use it.

Se Lian clicked her tongue and seemed unhappy:

“Power without wisdom is meaningless.”

But it can be transformed into Serui's wisdom. Wuming put away the shield with satisfaction, It will help you reduce some of your debts.

Se Lian glanced at Wu Ming: What's the matter? You won't come to me if it's okay.

You know me. Wuming laughed and showed those images to Se Lian, Do you know this?

Se Lian opened her bloodshot eyes and recognized:

What's this?

If I want to know, why don't I ask you? Wuming said, It looks like some kind of bloody primitive ritual, so I want to ask you, what do you think?

Se Lian looked at it for a few times and then closed her eyes to rest. She lay on the recliner and rubbed her eyes:

Many magicians started with alchemy. Many people knew nothing about magic when they were young, but they would rely on their own imagination to practice alchemy. Of course, it is not serious alchemy, but they just use some that they can access. Mix the substances together into the bottle, and imagine what magical substances will appear. Frog saliva, mosquito corpses, dried lizards, and even urine and maggots, mix them together, and imagine how to refine a unique poison. …”

Wuming tilted his head: What are you talking about?

Se Lian pinched his brows with a headache and pointed at the nameless image: This is something of that level. Using the simplest combination of geometric figures, plus some substances that are not easy to appear normally, such as blood, it seems to be a decent-looking image. ceremony.

Se Lian thought of something and curled her lips:

The most annoying thing is that some people actually try it, but they can't explain it, and some can't even reproduce it.

Wuming said: So, this is not some kind of ceremony?

At least in all the knowledge I have, I don't see any traces of magic or ritual. Se Lian said, It's just something that's put on for good looks. There's neither the sophistication of magic nor the roughness and wildness of incantation.

What about faith and prayer? Wuming asked.

You should know more about faith than I do. Se Lian said, Do you think this thing is 'pious' enough?

Wuming looked at the bloody image:

The form is too formal, without much emotion, and it's really almost meaningless...

Se Lian waved his hand to Wu Ming:

Okay, don't bother me with this kind of thing anymore. It's not magical at all. It always reminds me of inferior things like blood magic.

You are really a standard magician, so careless about prayer and faith. Wuming said.

Don't you think that there are no standards and the indescribable things are ethereal? It can neither be quantified nor explained. If you ask them to tell you why, they will only talk about mysterious and mysterious things. Se Lian snorted softly, So the Golden Dynasty has been stagnant for so many years.

As long as it works. Wuming said, For believers, faith is not an ethereal thing, but something that is real and can no longer be real. The world is based on this.

Se Lian pursed her lips, as if she was a little dissatisfied with Wuming's speech. She was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke:

Actually, my research may be able to help you analyze your question.

Are there any experts? Wuming said, What kind of research?

Se Lian said: Just this little shield.

This thing still has such ability? Wuming was surprised, How to do it?

First paste your patterns on a flat surface. Se Lian directed Wuming.

Unknown jumped out of the car and pasted all the images on the coffin.

Then what? Wuming asked.

Did you see that the shield has a concave surface? Se Lian said.

Wuming nodded. This was made by imitating the golden tree shield guarded by the big tree. It was a bit like an armor inlaid with a breast mirror, and then the breast mirror was hollowed out to gather the power of gold.

Wuming nodded, but Se Lian didn't respond for a long time. Then he remembered that Se Lian was just lying there giving voice commands and not looking at him.

I saw it. Wuming replied.

Align the concave surface between the gaps of those images. Se Lian said, Activate the golden power.

Wuming activated the shield, and several small golden cannonballs were fired out, hitting between the images, making a loud sound of wind and knocking off several papers.

Wuming picked up those few: I dropped them. What kind of divination method does it mean there are clues in these scenes?

It won't work if you drop it. You have to use the power of gold to connect all the pictures. Se Lian said.

Wuming did as he was told, pasted the image back, and guessed:

Is this looking for inner connections?

Se Lian did not answer Wuming, and responded to Wuming with a bang of the door.

Several pictures left the place along with the door panel, and a little puppet appeared in the coffin. His face was expressionless, but it could be seen that he was not happy.

Serui's tone was really impatient: What are you knocking on? I have something else to do, you are so annoying.

Be good, your mother and I are looking for the murderer. Wuming said, You go back and stay here first, and I will bring you pyroxene to eat later.

No need to go back. Ser Lian said, The next step is to knock on the door for a long time and call Ser Rui out. Let her analyze it for you.

Wuming was dumbfounded: Then just ask me to knock on the door and ask Serui to come out.

It doesn't matter, as long as it works.

Se Lian raised her hand, waved to Wuming, turned over and changed into a comfortable position, lying on her side on the recliner, turning her back and no longer looking at Wuming.

Serui also understood:

You want me to analyze it for you?

Se Rui closed the side door of the coffin car. When he saw the image of the car, he glanced over and nodded:

You know how to save me trouble.

Serui stretched out his hand to Wuming: The map of Yatan.

Wuming took out a map and handed it to Serui.

Serui put away the images, posted the map on the car, and posted the images according to location.

Wuming looked at the location of those images on the map:

It's amazing. I didn't say where they were painted.

You can probably tell the scene in the background, Se Rui said. There are always painters who like to paint landscapes like this, and they don't know how to mark the time and place on the paintings, which makes the search more difficult. It's annoying to death.

Serui taped the images onto the map to form a circle.

Serui drew a range in the middle of the ring:

Have you checked around here?

Wuming looked at the circled place and cried.

Isn't this where we set up the stage? Wuming said.

Oh, the thief shouts Catch the thief. Sai Rui said.

If I were a thief, would I come to you?

That's a humorous way of saying it, Serui said.

Don't scare me, give me something less humorous to say.

Se Rui nodded: Some people think they are smart and just want to see if they are discovered - they are people with this mentality.

Wuming was tired: Forget it, I'll go back and take a look.

Does my pyroxene have any clues? Serui asked.

Don't worry, our new machine has already left the factory. Wuming slumped his shoulders, Soon, two thousand tons of pyroxene will be mined.

That's pretty fast, Serui said.

Wuming's spirit perked up and he became proud:

“With the fusion of Volcano, Academy, and our own technology, there won’t be a more powerful mining machine.”

In the Lienia Lake District, the lake surface outside the crystal cave is constantly ripples. Standing near the crystal cave, it feels like an earthquake, the woods are shaking, and water droplets are constantly splashing on the water surface.

A huge bronze snake emerged from the thick fog, and wherever it passed, the mud and water in the lake area collapsed.

The bronze giant snake walked all the way to the crystal cave, only to find that the diameter was even larger than the cave entrance.

Without hesitation or stagnation, the giant bronze snake hit the hole, and the pile driver directly opened the hole and got in, leaving a trail of smoke and wonder.

Large pieces of pyroxene were swallowed whole into the belly of the snake, like a greedy snake god that never stops. The broken pyroxene fragments leaked downward through the gaps, gathered into the pipes, and were supplied to the furnace fire, giving the bronze snake endless power.

The Bronze Snake has the giant mechanical structure of a volcano and the academy's pyroxene power technology. As for the caravan, it provides the most powerful artificial guidance technology - airbending master Aaron Meier is responsible for controlling the rotation of the sharp teeth in the snake's head's mouth. A steady stream of pyroxene is cut and crushed.