Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

A Mei turned her face sideways, covering her mouth, covering her eyes with her slender fingers, looking grief-stricken.

What's wrong with you? The golden citizen happened to be beside Ami and asked in surprise when he saw her like this.

Where is the king that I can assist... Ami's eyes dropped with little pearls.

She casually grabbed the thin-mouthed perfume bottle that the Omen Hunter had dropped on the ground when he died, snapped her fingers, lit a cluster of flames, and burned the bottle.

The spices emit fine smoke as they are heated, emerging from the mouth of the bottle.

A Mei took a deep breath of the scented smoke and blew out a smoke ring with a long sigh, her expression filled with vicissitudes of life that contained many stories.

Inhaling spices into the body is a pagan practice that only fallen perfumers would do. The Golden People said, Aren't you afraid of death?

You little brat, stop minding your own business. Ami's tone became old-fashioned and quite unfriendly.

The Golden People are not little brats, they are blessed immortals. The Golden People sounded dissatisfied, Eternal gold.

That's a little brat too. Ami took another sip from the perfume bottle, You only have a lifespan, but you have no strength. You're useless. You're a coward.

Amy tied up part of her long, flowing pale blond hair and pulled it into a side ponytail.

Then he got another one.

Then I hooked up with another pair.

Her thick hair was pulled up into two pairs of ponytails, and there was still a lot of hair left. A total of four golden ponytails were stuck on the sides of her head.

Wuming came over and said, What kind of look is it? It's quite unique.

Leave me alone. Ami said while puffing away her breath.

What's wrong? Wuming asked.

The world is so big, why can't we find a true king? Ami said melancholy, pointing to her head, Another fantasy was shattered. I decided to use this to commemorate the person I misjudged.

What are you doing with the king? Wuming asked.

This is the tradition of our clan. We guard the king, protect them, and watch over them. Ami replied, What you don't understand, each clan has its own tradition...although I don't understand it either.

If you are looking for the king, why don't you go to the royal city? the golden people said.

You mean the King of Blessings? Ami said. The name is quite deceptive. He is the most blessed demigod, but I have never seen him. He doesn't show his head all day long. He is mysterious and does not have the bearing of a king at all.

The Golden People shook their heads: It's not the Blessed King, it's the King of Elden, the First King who has returned to the court.

Ge Fulei? Ami was surprised, I haven't been to the royal city for a while, is there such a thing?

Of course. The Golden People lowered their heads and smiled, The Blessing King... was just a false king who was not recognized by the Golden Tree. When King Gefulei returned to the court, he disappeared.

King Gefulei has a very high prestige, Wuming said. When the elevator came up, there was a huge statue of him. It was so majestic - it always felt a bit familiar.

The Golden People said: King Gefulei is a real king who deserves his name. Sculptures and portraits are everywhere. People are looking forward to his return day and night. If you want to find a king to assist you, you should go to the royal city and find King Gefulei. .”

Greft... Ami murmured to herself.

She grabbed her chest and closed her eyes tightly: No, he is too old. I want a young and handsome younger brother.

The golden people were speechless: You have many things to do - and King Gefulei is very handsome!

I don't want that kind of handsomeness. Ami said confidently, I want a young and handsome boy!

Wuming also said: Generally, kings and younger brothers are not related to each other.

That's why I have to assist in training. Ami said, You don't understand, I like to cultivate the system and witness the kind-hearted weaklings grow into kings. That is what I pursue.

There's something wrong... The golden people stayed away from Ami.

Wuming felt the same way: I also like to watch the younger generations grow up, and I feel a sense of relief and peace of mind that there are successors.

You know it very well. A Mei looked at Wu Ming with some surprise.

But there are also positions to accompany people's growth. Wuming said, Isn't this the witch you are talking about.

Hearing Wuming say this, Ami became even more melancholy.

She took another breath from the perfume bottle: Do you think it's too late for me to change my career to become a witch?

What a coincidence, isn't it? Wuming said, I'm looking for witches. I'll give them free training in witchcraft techniques. Famous teachers will teach me. I'll take a 20% commission.

Amei thought for a moment: I'll go and listen to you then, and assign me a handsome, blond and muscular man. Thank you.

This request is not easy to find. Wuming said, Milie, who is responsible for the marriage, may have more information on this. I will go back to him and ask.

Amy nodded.

Actually, if you don't have any requirements for the king's appearance, you can relax the criteria for choosing a king and you can find many good people. Wuming persuaded Ami.

But I want to recruit someone like this. Ami said stubbornly.

Understood. Wuming nodded, I also like your request. You have great taste. And you must be sunny and cheerful, and good at using thunder guns.

Yes, yes. Amy agreed.

Wear a bucket helmet as well. Wuming continued.

It doesn't matter. Ami said.

What do you know? Wuming was excited, Even if you are handsome and handsome, you should hide it in your helmet so that you will be stunning when you take it off!

A disagreement suddenly arose. The two people who were chatting happily realized that the other party was not the same person at the same time, so they remained silent and stopped talking.

Ami spoke slowly: You said it in such detail, is there actually such a candidate? The owner of your sword?

It's already dead. Wuming said, Don't think about it.

It's dead... Ami murmured, It really looks like him.

She took another sip from the perfume bottle:

I don't care about helmets. The king my brother met doesn't wear a helmet much either.

Brother? Wuming asked.

Ami’s tone was low:

Yes, I have a younger brother. Unlike me, he met the king he recognized. Even if that guy is dead, he will follow him without hesitation, even if it will lead to his death.

My brother has been stupid since he was a child. He has no strength, but his brain is always abnormal. Ami blew out smoke rings, He is obviously a guy we have only known each other for a short time, but he believes that the other person is his king. He obviously still has many years to live. , and I must follow you to the death. I can’t understand that kind of thinking.”

Wuming said: Perhaps it is precisely because of the long life that those who would rather shorten their lifespan to accompany them are particularly cherished; those things that allow us to sacrifice our lifespan and burn our lives to do are the really important things.

The elders in the clan also said so. They said that having a king they are willing to protect is a happy thing. Ami curled her lips.

She said to Wuming: You know, my brother is very good at using guns. Although he is not smart, his marksmanship is really good. He is the best gun user in the clan. He is the only one in the clan who can use two guns flexibly...

It seems that you like your brother more than Wang. Wuming looked at Ami who kept talking about his brother.

Amei lowered her head silently: I tried to persuade him, but that brat didn't listen to me anymore. He said I didn't understand and that he had grown up...

She raised her head: I want to meet my king and experience what it feels like.

As if she remembered something, she tied up the remaining hair and tied the last long ponytail on the back of her head.

Okay, cut the body into pieces. Wuming applauded Ami's new look.

Is it ugly? Ami asked.

Very unique. Wuming said.

Ami found a hood and cloak to cover her hair.

She rolled her eyes at Wuming and said, You promised me to find a king who meets my requirements.

No problem, I'm professionally married to a priest. Wuming said, I've traveled all over the country and met a lot of handsome guys and beauties. I've seen them of all types. You can choose the look you want first.

Wuming said using light magic to transform into several characters:

Ami, look.

In the light, a burly man with a flame-shaped eye-shielding crown and a majestic face was seen. On his broad body was a thin boy with gray hair wearing a hood, who was equally feminine and handsome.

Look, there are all types. Wuming said, The double-door brother who cares about his younger brother, the sickly and delicate younger brother.

Why are you still lame? A Mei noticed that both of them had bad legs and feet.

My younger brother is not in good health. My elder brother will help him bear the curse. I will give you a sample to see which one you are more interested in. Wuming said, I can find you according to this in the future.

A Mei was a little confused: It all sounds good. My brother is responsible and I can chat with him. My brother really wants to be loved and loved... I want them all.

Okay? They're all dead. Wuming said, I'll look for new ones for you later.

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After Wuming finished drawing the pie for Ami, he turned to look for the perfumer.

After subduing the ominous hunter, Wuming found several perfumers in the ruins.

None of the perfumers were very friendly, but after seeing the body of the Omen Hunter, they immediately became friendly and as docile as chickens.

What's going on with you? Wuming scolded the perfumer, We are here to seek help, and we are also here to help you. Why are you attacking me?

The perfumers were somewhat silent.

Wuming drew a fire whip from his fingertips and whipped it nearby to intimidate them.

My spice stove! The perfumer was indeed intimidated and rushed to protect a fragrant stove. I said, I said.

The perfumer murmured: We thought you were here to attack our patients. You see, hybrid evil omen are all despised existences in the border areas. We are afraid that you will harm our patients.

It's so touching. Wuming said, But we have people here who know your details.

A Mei stepped forward and said, The Bad Omen Hunter is not someone who knows how to treat patients. Do you use a hatchet to treat patients?

Amputation, amputation. The perfumer's voice was low, feeling a little guilty, Amputation requires a hatchet.

Wearing that mask is to hunt for bad omens. Ami said, Don't think we don't understand anything.

The perfumer said: Since you know this, you should understand that we want to eliminate the tainted phenomenon of bad omens.

Physically destroyed? Wuming said.

Of course not. The perfumer said, Use special spices to let them die painlessly in their sleep. If they are destined to die, this method is much better for them.

The perfumer said: This spice is made from water lilies and various spices. Its effect is similar to a hypnotic drug, but the dose is more powerful. Even if you are injured, you will not wake up...

As the perfumer said this, he suddenly pushed down the incense burner in his arms and hit Wuming and others.

The incense burner fell down, and a large amount of spices and mist poured out.

Pachi Dajiao and others immediately fainted and made a crashing sound. The golden people held on for a while and felt a little shaky.

Quick, quick, bring those barrels of sparkling incense over here. The perfumer hurriedly called to his companions, Pile them around them, form a circle and detonate them at the same time, killing several of them.

The perfumers were in a hurry, preparing to move the explosive barrels, when they suddenly discovered that two people were still standing in the same place amid the clouds and mist, safe and sound.

Wuming and Ami acted as if nothing happened. Wuming slapped his hands, as if he wanted to push the smoke away. Amei took a deep breath, seeming to enjoy the lethally rich spice.

How is that possible? The perfumer was shocked, This dose would make even a rune bear faint.

Wuming heard the perfumer's incomprehensible exclamation and said:

Maybe it's because I'm more energetic. I'm older and I feel less sleepy.

Run Bear? Ami laughed ferociously, That dose is not enough.

The two of them were like hungry tigers attacking sheep, and like monsters in the fog, they fought out of the thick fog, beat up the perfumer, and tied them together.

Even after the perfumer was tied up, Dajiao and others did not wake up, and they did not know how much dosage the perfumer had used.

You guys are really bad. Wuming criticized the perfumer, I don't make it difficult for you, why do you always want to play dirty tricks?

The bruised and bruised perfumer's mouth turned into a banana and he mumbled incoherently.

Forget it, I wasn't looking for you in the first place. I guess you don't have any good research projects. Wuming said, I'm looking for someone named Trisha. Do you know where she is?

Torisha? The perfumers looked at each other and said vaguely, He is also one of us, but he personally accompanied the hybrid and Omen to the cemetery.

Being buried with him? Wuming was shocked.

No, it just accompanies their death to ensure that they can receive careful care before death. The perfumer said, It's in the cemetery below.

The perfumer poked his sausage mouth toward the cliff facing the sea.

Wuming looked over there and saw that there was indeed a road below, and an underground cemetery was quietly located at the entrance of the cave below.

Although we cannot cure them, we must let them return to the tree safely. The perfumer said, Pray that they will not be a bad omen in the next life. This is the only thing we can do. You will even deprive them of the sleep of death. ?

What I want to take away is that they no longer have to choose to sleep in peace. Wuming said, jumping down and heading straight to the cemetery.

Do you want me to come with you? Ami asked from above.

No need, Ami, take care of these perfumers and Dajiao and the others. Wuming said and walked into the cemetery.

I got this name just for this dish of vinegar (actually there is also a dish of vinegar