Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Although the living pot has limbs, its body is still made of pot material and does not have the ability to repair itself like ordinary life. Living pots are lively and active by nature, so bumps and bumps are inevitable.

At this time, the Weihu Master is needed to come on stage to repair and maintain their bodies. This can extend their hard-won life, and they are also very grateful to the Weihu Master who maintains it for them.

Diaros dipped some mud into it and applied it carefully along the cracks on the pot body, then burned it with a flame and applied it carefully again.

He stared at the crack in front of him intently, changing the angle from time to time to observe the angle of the crack and judge the injury and repair plan of the living pot.

Time passed bit by bit, and Diaros forgot to eat. He held his breath from time to time, as if he had forgotten to breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, Diaros finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. There was a piece of mud on his forehead.

Okay, Diaros said to the living pot.

The living pot had curled up its hands and feet before, not daring to move. After hearing Diaros's words, it finally moved its hands and feet and rotated its body, as if it had experienced a relaxing massage, trying to move its body.

Thank you, Mr. Diaros! The living pot bowed its round body, imitating human postures, and wanted to bow to Diaros, but the headless and waistless living pot could not make that move, and became more and more clumsy. , frozen in place.

Okay, okay, be careful to crack it again. Diaros quickly told the living pot, You should pay more attention to your body when exercising in the future, otherwise you will have to stay here for a long time. You haven't played with your companions today, right? .”

Diaros smiled: You can go and play with your companions now.

The little live pot cheered, turned around and was about to leave, then stopped, stretched his hand to Diaros' face, and carefully wiped away the dirt from his forehead.

Mr. Diaros, I'm going.

The little kettle left, and Diaros had more work ahead of him.

Another small pot also wandered over. His injuries were much more serious than the previous one. Almost all his body was covered in cracks. It seemed that if he took a few more steps, he would be completely shattered.

Diaros hurriedly came over, carefully lifted up the small pot, and began to repair it.

Looking at Xiao Hu's body full of cracks, Diaros sighed:

I just came here and I don't know the identity of the Living Pot yet, but I can recognize you at a glance just by looking at the cracks on your body.

Thank you, Mr. Diaros. The little pot made a boy's voice, which was similar to other little pots, but the sound was more sassy. If the little pot lifts the lid and there is a human being inside, the little pot is probably a powerful child.

Diaros heard this familiar voice and knew that he had indeed made a mistake.

Why do you get hurt so badly every day? Diaros asked, Does anyone bully you? Does the pot also bully others?

No one bullies me, everyone is very friendly. Xiaohu said, And no one can bully me. I am very powerful. I climb the cliff every day and endure the baptism of the waves. The waves are a bit big today. There is obviously no wind, so strange. Doesn’t everyone say there can’t be waves without wind?”

There will be waves even if there is no wind. Diaros said, Perhaps the distant wind or other vibrations will cause the sea water to keep rolling, pushing one layer at a time until there is no wind.

So that's it. Biting the lid of the small pot, he said, Mr. Diaros, you know so much.

Diaros's face turned red when he was praised by a living pot larvae that was not even human, but the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Diaros said: Little pot, don't bite your fingers, it will damage your body.

The little pot quickly took out his fingers and closed the lid with a clang. Xiao Hu jumped for joy:

Are you instructing me on how to take care of my body? Mr. Diaros is a very good person.

Not entirely... Diaros said.

In fact, it is because the breath in the living pot is really irritating to Diaros, a human.

The Living Pot was born from a human corpse, but was very kind in nature. But kindness is kindness, and kindness can't cover up the smell of corpses in the pot lid. Diaros still doesn't want to smell it.

The stench of the corpses would remind him of the volcano and the time he spent trying to prove he was a hero.

Thinking of this, Diaros was a little silent, and he concentrated on repairing Xiao Hu's body.

Xiao Hu himself couldn't calm down. He had been repaired several times and was familiar with the road. He was not as nervous as other Xiao Hu. He accepted Diaros' repair while moving around and curiously observing Diaros.

Xiao Ju discovered that in the hut behind Diaros, there was a huge shield and a beautiful petal whip leaning against the wall.

So handsome! Xiao Hu exclaimed, Is Mr. Diaros a warrior?

Warrior... Diaros could only smile bitterly when he heard this word, I don't deserve to be called a warrior, I'm just a coward.

Why? Isn't that your equipment? Xiaohu said, I can feel that it is quite powerful equipment.

Perhaps I was once a warrior. Diaros said, Now I am a Weihu master and I have put down my weapons.

Hey, what a pity. Xiaohu said, You are obviously wearing such handsome armor.

You are very interested in fighting. Diaros looked at Xiaohu. He didn't even know where the living pot's face was. He could only show a bitter smile to Xiaohu.

Xiaohu suddenly lowered his voice and said to him:

Mr. Diaros, I'm telling you secretly. Although I haven't told everyone...actually, I am a warrior pot.

Although Xiao Hu lowered his voice, when he mentioned that he was Warrior Hu, he seemed to have forgotten to lower his voice and spoke proudly. The tone was quite proud.

Warrior Pot... Diaros suddenly realized.

The pot was filled with the corpses of different people. The corpses brought the pot to life and gave them different personalities and specialties.

It can be said that the contents of the pot determine what kind of pot they were born to be. The corpses of warriors are more likely to produce warrior pots.

Xiaohu nodded and swayed:

Just like Uncle Alexander. I will become a handsome and powerful warrior like Uncle Alexander in the future. I will go out and take risks, become a great warrior and a hero!

Diaros held Xiaohu in his arms, his eyes suddenly blurred as he listened to Xiaohu's words.

Once upon a time, I was like Xiaohu, in the arms of my father who saw him as omnipotent in his childhood, solemnly and earnestly declaring the same dream, and being proud of his life experience.

That would be too cruel, Let a person who is no longer able to do anything see the ideals of his youth. Diaros blurred his eyes and refused to look at the past.

The tears were gently wiped away by Xiaohu, who asked him with concern:

Mr. Diaros, are you feeling unwell? Am I too tired from repairing it? You should take a rest first. My body is very strong. We can repair it tomorrow.

Diaros smiled: It's nothing, I just remembered some things from the past.

He wiped away his tears, mixed them with soil, and sealed them into the body of the small pot.

Before? Xiaohu became curious, What was Mr. Diaros's life like before? Wasn't the life of a warrior very exciting, with adventures every day?

Diaros was somewhat resistant to these topics and hesitated, thinking about how to change the topic gracefully and smoothly.

But it must have been silent for too long, and Xiaohu no longer focused on the original problem, thinking back to the days when he, as a warrior, walked out of Hu Village and went out to fight:

...Mr. Diaros, do you think I can become as powerful a warrior as Uncle Alexander?

Diaros' fingertips stroking the small pot trembled, hesitating on how to answer.

As an incompetent person, he experienced the pain of being unable to reach his ideals.

Perhaps it would be kinder to let the children realize how difficult their ideals are at first.

Xiao Hu turned around:

Mr. Diaros?

Diaros forced a smile: You will definitely become a great warrior.

Okay! The little pot happily cocooned in Diaros's arms. The slippery pot body almost made Diaros lose control and slide down.

Xiaohu said to Diaros excitedly:

Mr. Diaros, come and sparring.

Sparring?

Well! Xiaohu said, Mr. Diaros used to be a warrior, too. I want to fight a real warrior. Uncle Alexander said that fighting the strong is the path of a hero.

I'm not a strong person either...

I'm lying, Mr. Diaros's weapons are very powerful at first glance. Xiaohu said, You also have a big shield.

Diaros couldn't stand being pestered by Xiao Ju, so he finally agreed.

Fix the pot first, Diaros said.

Xiao Ju stopped moving around, endured his restless nature, and cooperated with Diaros to quickly repair his body.

Diaros went to the room to retrieve his weapon. He came out with a large shield and explained in shame:

You don't know, but a shield is the mark of a coward. A shield is not a warrior's weapon, especially one as big as this.

But it looks very powerful. The small pot couldn't help but press the lid against the big shield, making a clanking sound, but it couldn't knock Diaros away.

Xiaohu and Diaros started fighting. Diaros gently waved the petal whip. The sharp petal blade that was fatal to the physical body was not so cruel to the slippery body of the living pot.

One person and one pot, the fight was back and forth. As the battle continued, the blood in the body became more and more boiling. In the blood, Diaros couldn't help but smile. It was the excitement and joy that could only be experienced during the battle.

Diaros's men began to exert more force at a faster pace. To his surprise, Xiaohu kept stumbling to keep up despite the difficulty and was not directly defeated.

Each person had a pot, and the beating became more and more enjoyable. Diaros swung the petal whip vigorously, and the angle was so tricky that the pot spun in place, and his own whip was also bounced away.

The flicked whip wrapped around another object with a snap, making a sound of gold and iron.

Diaros was startled, his excitement faded, and he looked at what he had hit by mistake.

At first glance, Diaros felt a chill in his heart when he saw that he accidentally injured a person.

But soon, he discovered that the man was wearing armor and shining with gold. Diaros breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had not caused any serious harm.

Sorry, sorry. Diaros apologized quickly, not even realizing where the people from Hucun came from.

After apologizing, Diaros remembered this and looked at the person in front of him. He was a Knight of Rodel.

He remembered that there was an epileptic patient in the temporary hut, a knight named Rodel.

I'm sorry... Diaros whispered again, We were too absorbed in moving too much and didn't notice you.

Knight Rodel took off the petal whip hanging from his body. His fingers were scratched and blood dripped, but he never said a word. He stared at Diaros, his eyes under the helmet were a little hazy.

Diaros was stared at with fury:

How can I compensate you...

A shield is not a symbol of cowardice. Knight Rodel spoke.

Ah? Diaros was stunned, not understanding what Knight Rodel was talking about.

After thinking for a while, he realized that Knight Rodel had been listening since the battle had just begun.

A shield is not a sign of a coward. Knight Rodel said calmly, A true hero, the rule of the tree guards is - to perform their protective duties well, the first thing to lift is not the sword, but the shield.

Huh? Oh... Diaros nodded in agreement.

Cowardice is the sign of a coward. Knight Rodel pointed at Diaros, Your understanding of shields is too simple - pick up your shield.

Diaros subconsciously lifted the shield a little, still a little dazed.

Knight Rodel has already rushed over.

Although he was covered in golden armor, Knight Rodel did not hold a weapon in his hand. At this time, he raised his left hand, tightened his shoulders, rushed to the shield of Diaros, clenched his fist, and blasted towards the shield.

A huge force passed along the shield to Diaros's hand, and the shield in his hand was about to fall off.

Diaros took a few steps back and could no longer lift the shield. The huge shield fell to the ground, and the sharp part below was inserted into the soil, plowing out a moderately deep ravine.

Diaros was panting heavily. He had just fought to the fullest with Xiao Hu, and his strength had been somewhat depleted. This time, he lost all strength.

If Knight Rodel attacks again, he will no longer be able to raise his shield.

Diaros grasped the whip in his other hand and stood ready, staring closely at Rodel's golden armor.

But Knight Rodel did not attack again. He put away his posture and stood still:

Why lift your shield when you can stick it in the ground?

You didn't ask me to pick it up...

I asked you to prepare for defense, not to mention it! Knight Rodel shouted, as if he was an instructor in the army, Your shield is big, so you must take advantage of it.

Knight Rodel walked up to Diaros, raised his wrist, lifted his shield, and weighed it:

Such a heavy shield, with the impact I just made, think about how much force it can push out. The important thing is to observe and think more, and to be able to observe the trends on the battlefield at any time, so that you can make good use of your shield. Only then can you fulfill your protective duties well. , Protect the people you value!

Diaros blinked:

Are you... teaching me?

Knight Rodel glared at him with his dim eyes:

You have insulted the thousand-year history of the Royal City's shield culture. I want you to apologize immediately!

Not far away, Wuming was sitting in front of the cabin, with what seemed to be a round stool under his buttocks. He took out his binoculars and watched the fight between the two. He held a shield in his hand and used it as a fan to fan himself.

As expected of an epileptic patient, it is indeed a bit abnormal. Wuming sighed with emotion.

Sir, can you please stop using me as a stool? A small pot protested under Wuming's butt.