Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Patch also pondered for a moment after hearing the reason given by Wuming.

Then why don't you leave with that golden people?

Patch clapped his hands: The best of both worlds.

Wuming shrank into a ball: I'm a little too lazy to go. I just don't think it's necessary to help that woman.

If you don't help that woman get rid of Blood Finger, Blood Finger will probably get rid of Big Horn. Patch said, Don't you really like that guy Tragus?

Wuming glanced at Patch: Is it just me?

Patch said impatiently: Stop talking so much.

Wuming asked Patch: Isn't the Blood Finger very powerful?

Of course it's powerful. Even Tragus can't resist it, Patch said.

Then you can survive the bloody finger's repeated pursuits unscathed. Wuming said, That woman is not easy.

Wuming knocked on the armor on his chest, making a crisp sound:

My full-body armor is not as good as Tragus's, but it is not as light either. That woman can lift me up. Do you think she is an ordinary woman?

This is not simple, and that is not ordinary. What's wrong with your caravan? It attracts bees and butterflies. Patch said, Fireflies?

Wuming said: Anyway, there are one or two troublesome people here, I don't feel safe leaving casually.

Take them with you, Patch said.

What about Huoshan? Wuming said, The killer of Huoshan Mansion will come back at any time. Can you stop him?

There were veins on Patch's scalp: Who caused this problem?

Wuming was silent for a moment, then knocked on his helmet: Hey.

Patch covered his face: Then tell me, what should I do?

Let Dajiao stay calm and let's wait and see. Wuming said, These sons of evil omen are very tall and worthy of being included. It just so happens that I am free to do their ideological work.

Will Dajiao be honest?

Then beat him until he becomes honest.

After Wuming finished explaining the matter, he was ready to talk to the Son of Omen.

But she was stopped halfway by Melina.

Are you going to stay with the Children of Omen? Melina said.

Is there any problem? Wuming asked.

Be careful of being tainted. Melina said, Mother said that bad omens are very dangerous.

This is prejudice. Wuming said, Didn't you also say that in ancient times, people regarded it as a good omen?

No, it's not prejudice. Melina said, My mother was very rational when she told me about the bad omen.

She closed her eyes and said with a recalling look:

My mother said that everything develops and changes. What was once a bad omen is indeed a good omen, and the beginning of life requires that kind of power. But life always has a beginning and an end. What was once a good omen will become an obstacle, and what was once abandoned needs to be re-incorporated. …”

Melina opened her eyes and looked directly at Wuming with a serious expression:

“This is the true meaning of life and the basis of abundance.”

Wuming looked at Melina's serious expression and stared into her one eye for a long time.

Are you just like this? What's that called - Mommy's baby? The ring finger pointed at Melina.

Melina's serious expression gradually collapsed, as if her body was broken with the ring of magic, and her veins were bulging.

Go and die! No one will care about you. Melina threw off her cloak and turned around to leave.

Wuming didn't take Melina's warning seriously.

Harmful or beneficial, Wuming believes in his body.

He always felt that there was an aura that made him feel comfortable around Bad Omen. It was a warm feeling, a bit like sunlight, but fainter.

This is a very delicate feeling, which is difficult for ordinary people to detect, and it will only form a feeling of the overall atmosphere.

Wuming has no ill intentions towards the bad omen anyway, and he is happy to solve their problems.

Wuming huddled in the coffin and discussed the dilemma they encountered in detail with the Omens.

The main problems are the difficulty in finding employment and housing, the psychological problems caused by the low sense of social identity, and the pain caused by various diseases caused by bad omens.

After Wuming came to these conclusions after the investigation, he patted his chest and promised to solve the problem for the Sons of Omen.

Thank you, but no need. said the sons of ill omens. This will be fruitless. A curse is no longer a curse if it can be easily cured.

Don't be so pessimistic. Wuming said, You haven't tried it, how do you know it won't work?

The sons of bad omen looked at each other and sighed:

We tried.

Have you tried it? Wuming looked around, You won't say that living in an abandoned coffin is your solution to the problem of food, clothing, housing and transportation, right? This coffin cart is broken and can't be moved. No matter what, you can't. Let’s solve the ‘OK’ problem.”

We are talking about the problem of bad omens. The sons of bad omens said, There was once a group of really kind people who came to help us. They were talented and knowledgeable, but they still failed.

Them? Wuming was curious, Who are they?

Perfumers of the Royal City. The Son of Omen said, They are experienced herbalists who have developed various potions and magical spices, and they also have access to the resources of the Royal City. But even they failed.

Perfumers have tried to cure you? Wuming confirmed, Where are those perfumers?

The experiment failed, and most people gave up. There are also persistent people - that is, kinder people, who are still persistent and wander around in search of prescriptions. Now they have disappeared. The Son of Omen said, There is a tune named Trisha. Master Xiang, I heard he chose another path, but we don’t know where he is now.”

Give me some information you know. Wuming took out a small notebook, I'll go find those perfumers.

What are you going to do? the Son of Evil Omen asked, They are all kind people, please don't hurt them.

I want to ask them for the research results. Wuming said, Since they have been researching for a long time, I will definitely go to them directly to ask for ready-made products, otherwise it will be reinventing the wheel. Whether to give up or continue research, that is a matter later.

The Sons of Omen observed Wuming's expression and finally told Wuming some locations.

There is a gathering place for perfumers here, and you may be able to find clues. The Son of Bad Omen said, Perfumers need flowers and plants to cultivate spices. If there is a place with lush flowers and plants, you can pay attention to it. There may be perfumers there. whereabouts.

Flowers, herbs, spices... Wuming murmured, I remember they were all quite expensive.

Of course it's expensive, said the Son of Evil Omen, and those people are willing to use precious herbs to treat us. Those are highly respected doctors and highly respected herbalists in the royal city. They are truly good people.

Wuming smiled: Now the reason is even stronger.

You want to steal other people's spices? The son of bad omen was alert.

How could it be possible? At most, it's cooperation, cooperation. Wuming smiled and stood up, I'll help you, and you also have to do me a favor and sell your strength for me.

What are you going to do? The son of bad omen said calmly.

You seem to have guessed that I want to ask you for help. Wuming said.

How can anyone help us if we don't have any conditions? The Son of Evil Omen weighed the sword in his hand with a mocking expression, which looked strange in his ferocious face.

Wuming noticed that the Son of Omen's broadsword was made from a single piece of thick cast iron, with the blade formed in one piece and a piece of rag roughly tied to the handle to improve the feel.

If an ordinary person uses this kind of broadsword, the reaction from the blade alone may be enough to injure the palm of his hand.

But on the back of this rough broadsword, there are delicate cloud patterns, which look like decoration or some kind of broken magic circle.

The shape of your weapons is quite unique. Wuming said.

It was given to us during the war, said the Son of Omen. It contains spells that can make the weapons deteriorate and become dull. After the war, they will take the weapons from us and lock us in the sewers.

The Son of Bad Omen brandished a broadsword: We are lucky. The magic circle was worn out during the war and was not deteriorated. We only escaped here because we had weapons.

Unloading mills and killing donkeys? Wuming said, It's really nothing.

It's normal to be wary of bad omens. said the son of bad omens. Who allowed us to be born tainted? Well, what do you want us to do?

This is close to a mine. I need your strength to build some camps for people to rest nearby. Wuming said, Of course, I will build them for you too - remember that residential areas are isolated from each other.

Make it for ourselves? The Son of Omen was a little surprised.

Otherwise? Wuming said, You work hard to build a house, but you can't live in it? How can there be such a truth in the world?

The Son of Evil Omen said: Only one of those who build houses for others in the borderlands can live in the houses he builds.

Who? Wuming asked.

The one who built the tombs for the lords and emperors. The Son of Omen said, They will be buried in the tombs when they are completed.

Wuming smiled: You have already lived in the coffin, are you still afraid of living in the cemetery? You can make it.

Seeing that Wuming seemed to be sincere, the Son of Omen twisted his body uncomfortably, and the ferocious horns on his body were like shark's teeth that collided with each other, making a friction sound.

You are a truly good man, said the Son of Omen.

Then it's settled? Wuming said.

The Son of Omen shook his head: But there are many Rodel soldiers in front, and we can't let them see us. Cutting down the surrounding trees rashly will attract unnecessary attention.

You don't need much wood, Wuming said, and there's no need to worry about the Rodel soldiers.

Why?

A meteorite came, and the Rodel soldiers' camp in front was destroyed. Wuming said, The remaining meteorite fragments have the property of reversing gravity. You can use gravity stones to build houses, which can greatly save materials and effort.

Wuming patted the Son of Omen on the shoulder:

Just like this, my caravan will stay here for a while, and I need your help to take care of it and provide force protection.

Wuming took the perfumer's address recorded from the Son of Omen and returned to the merchant's camp not far away, looking for the two golden people in question.

Wuming's words to Patch were not perfunctory. The golden people who flew from the sky and the woman who has not yet been named may indeed be hidden troubles.

Just in case, Wuming had to take them with him when he went out.

The golden people were still sitting aside, but the woman was missing.

Wuming did some searching and found that the woman was acting like a noble - watching a gladiatorial fight.

In a remote clearing away from the caravan, Patch was engaged in a battle with Tragus.

The big horn's sledgehammer was huge and heavy, and every blow carried the momentum of tearing gold and cracking stone, hitting Patch's big shield with one hammer after another.

Compared to Tragus's powerful aura, Patch was much more insignificant. He huddled in the big shield and seemed to be able to only defend passively. Eventually, his arms would lose strength and he would no longer be able to block the big horn's attack.

But if you look closely, you will find that every time Patch resists the attack of the big horn, the hand holding the shield is very relaxed, allowing the shield to be beaten back by the sledgehammer, drawing ravines on the ground.

Using the shield and the earth, Patch saved a lot of energy. At the same time, the spear in his right hand took advantage of its length and stabbed at the joints that were not fully covered by Tragus' heavy armor at a tricky angle, constantly bleeding Tragus.

I knew I was right. The woman was very excited. Look, they are dueling for me to decide who will help me.

You feel really good about yourself. Wuming said, Unfortunately, that's just the boss's task.

The woman rolled her eyes at Wuming and said, It ruins the scenery.

Okay, stop looking. Who is that? Come with me. Wuming greeted the woman.

Who do you call ma'am? the woman said. You are very rude.

I reported my name. Wuming said, Some people don't even report their names. How do you expect others to respect you?

The woman curled her lips, but seemed to think Wuming was right and didn't refute.

She stood for a moment with a frown on her face and said:

Then you call me Ami.

It sounds like a fake name at first glance. Wuming said, It's too perfunctory.

Isn't Wuming just perfunctory?

What can I do? I just lost my memory. Do you have any idea? Wuming said, Besides, it's much better than A Mei.

Scream if you like. The woman who called herself Ami glanced over her head and continued to watch the battle between Patch and Tragus, smiling.

How cruel. Wuming commented on Ami's interests and hobbies, Tragus's strength is obviously not able to defeat Blood Finger, but you didn't stop him.

So what? Ami disagreed.

“Isn’t that dying in vain?”

Kings are always born out of blood. Ami said, No one is born strong. Only by breaking through oneself between life and death can one grow into a king.

You and Lao Lu must have something in common.

Wuming said, stepping forward and interrupting Ami's show - he called Patch and Tragus on.

Come with me for a walk. Wuming said.

Where to go? Patch was curious, Didn't you say you can't go far?

We won't go far. He rotated a talisman on the tip of his ring finger, Let's go to the Dikdas Elevator and have a look. There are just a few of us, and this talisman should be able to protect us.

Wuming led a few people to the elevator again. This time, the golem did not attack them and allowed them to walk freely.

Sure enough, Talisman's protection is limited. Patch said, In this case, your trade route will be in trouble.

It's our trade route. Wuming said, The golem problem is easy to solve. I want to recruit a group of perfumers - those perfumers are all highly respected people in the royal city. They can help us intercede and let Rodel Give us the green light. Now there's another problem.

What's the problem? Patch asked.

How to get down? Wuming looked along the elevator at the almost bottomless cliff valley.

Take the elevator down. Patch said.

Wuming shook his head: I mean, the caravan is operating, supplies and carriages are flowing in, but we only have one talisman.

Just let someone specialize in the talismans and be an 'elevator'. Patch said.

But how do they know that someone on the other side of the elevator wants to get up and down? Wuming said, We lack communication means.

Kalia may have such technology. Wuming said, But I actually hope that the elevator can be more efficient.

Then what do you want to do? Patch asked.

Wuming glanced at Patch and said, I have an idea, but it's not very mature.

Patch was surprised: How could a person like you say such things as immature ideas? I'm so curious. How unreliable are these ideas?

Wuming said: How about you take charge of letting people go down?

Ah? Patch didn't know what kind of expression he would respond to.

Wuming gestured, stretched out his legs and made a kicking motion:

It's you who kicked me down. You used your amazing control and leg skills to kick people and goods down directly, achieving a rapid descent without hurting people or goods.

Patch had just resisted the big horn hammer one after another and suffered internal injuries, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

I'm superficial. Patch covered his chest, No wonder I can make you, a lunatic, feel unreliable.

Is that okay? Wuming's eyes sparkled, looking at Patch expectantly.

Come on, come on, go and measure how high this cliff is. Patch pointed to the edge of the cliff.

Wuming then ran to the edge of the cliff again and inspected carefully.

A foot appeared behind Wuming and kicked him down.

Use your body to measure it! Patch pointed his middle finger at Wuming who fell down.