"Brother Yu, it's time to sleep." The sister on the side saw that the sky seemed a little cold, so she picked up a coat and put it on Han Yu who was bathed in the moonlight.
Ever since Bai Mo left, he has thought about the relationship between monks and mortals from time to time.
"Is it true that we can only forget our fate?"
Mo Tianxie's soul question before his death, "If you don't have spiritual roots, can you really become an immortal?" kept lingering in his mind.
Looking at the little girl who had no idea what was going on these days and still looked innocent, he didn't know what choice to make.
She still thought that Dr. Mo was a purely good person and a great benefactor who brought everyone out of the sea of suffering. This time he was just leaving for a while and would come back later.
Before Yu Zi Tonglin left, he also reminded him of this matter.
Monks have their own world, and mortals have their lives. After a few years, after finding a good family for her to marry, the relationship between the two will end here.
He really wanted to take this only little girl on the road to immortality. With the support of the mysterious vial, as long as she had spiritual roots, Han Yu believed that no matter how poor her qualifications were, she could slowly improve her skills.
But the problem is that my sister does not have spiritual roots. Even if the mysterious vial can cultivate more precious herbs, it has no other use for a mortal except to regulate the body.
Maybe after he becomes a great monk, he can change his little sister's fate against the will of heaven, but she won't live until that day hundreds of years later.
"What does the senior mean when he said that we will see the results within twenty years? Could it be that within these twenty years, there will be a way for mortals to become immortals?" Han Yu suddenly remembered what Bai Mo said and the promise he made to Mo Tianxie.
"If it's only twenty years... I can barely wait."
Han Yu's sister is only eleven years old this year and will be thirty-one twenty years later.
When Bai Mo left, Han Yu and Yu Zitong both had the idea of following him. After all, he had super thick legs, but he disappeared without a trace as soon as he took one step. Obviously he didn't want to take anyone with him, so they could only
Go their separate ways.
…
After Bai Mo disappeared in front of the two people, he used his identity as Qixuanmen and followed a caravan under the Qixuanmen banner.
The road to Tai'an, the capital city, was not peaceful. From time to time, Bai Mo would see the figures of bandits and vagrants, who would rob anything they thought was worth grabbing.
From gold and silver to food, from food to clothing, to the flesh wrapped under clothing.
After all, food is always scarce in years of great disaster.
And human flesh is also a kind of meat. The hungry people who are going crazy with hunger cannot care so much about it.
Only within a hundred miles of the capital city did the city guards begin to be vaguely stationed and patrolling, and most of the bandits and homeless people stopped here, as if there was an invisible boundary.
There is a large vacuum between the cities. Only caravans controlled by big forces like Qixuanmen and protected by sufficient force can cross it relatively safely.
Following Qixuanmen's caravan, Bai Mo also walked into Tai'an Fucheng smoothly.
Their team of several hundred people entered the city smoothly without any inspection, as if they were returning to their own home.
However, there are rumors that the city lord of Tai'an City originally wore the same pants as the Qixuanmen. It was the Qixuanmen's support that gave him the opportunity to climb to the high position of the city's lord.
The surrounding streets are full of various shops, and there are crowds of people everywhere. There are many young men and ladies shopping, and it is so prosperous that it is like a different world from the outside of the city.
However, the shrunken beggars everywhere, the guys looking around for suspected pickpockets, and some corpses in the corners of dark alleys that have not yet been dragged away all imply that this big city is not actually that far away from the troubled times.
…
"Sir, please do me a favor and reward me with two silver coins. I'm going to starve to death..." came a weak voice.
Since Bai Mo did not hide his figure, he was alone, dressed in a attire that did not look like a poor man, and had a strange face, except for the words "I am the victim" engraved on his face, so he immediately called the nearest
A little beggar.
Other beggars who discovered their target, strongmen collecting protection fees, and pickpockets looking around all seemed to have discovered this fat sheep in the distance.
Bai Mo looked at this thin and small beggar. He leaned over and only reached Bai Mo's waist. He also had an abscess the size of a copper coin on his face, and he also had a stench that was avoided by others.
Fortunately, he had the courage to go to people to beg. Most people would not dare to approach because it was too smelly.
"You're actually still alive?"
Bai Mo looked at the little beggar with his head lowered and squinted eyes waiting for alms, and gently swept his hair.
One.
Two.
three.
…
More than a dozen bugs fell from his head.
"..."
He had never encountered anything like this since he could remember begging.
Most people were told to get out before they even got close.
But this person is different.
While he was saying the coldest words, he was doing the gentlest actions.
Yes, the most gentle.
In the short life of a beggar, no one has ever caught those annoying bugs off his head. Those people would just tell him to get out of here, and even being beaten and scolded would make him feel dirty and smelly.
"The body of Shaoyin was born in a male body, and she can actually live to this day?"
"?"
The little beggar raised his head blankly, looking up at the adult who didn't know what strange words he was saying.
"I understand. You have purified yourself. Purifying yourself may have saved your life unintentionally."
Bai Mo scanned it again with his spiritual mind and came up with this answer:
"Purify the body?" The beggar didn't quite understand this word.
Poor families in Daqian really cannot afford to raise so many children at home. When they are on the verge of starving to death, some of them will choose to have their extra boys castrated, which is also known as purification.
After being purified, they would be sold into wealthy households as slaves. They would start out as eunuchs. The luckiest among them might become housekeepers, but the vast majority would work hard all their lives and remain slaves at the lowest level.
This little beggar probably had a similar experience, but not long after his death, his master's family was probably very unlucky, and he and his servants also became beggars...
…
"I'm just about to go to Yin Yang Sect, so I'll take him with me."
"Do you know where Wentianmen is?" Bai Mo made a casual decision and asked.
"Know."
"Take me there."
"OK."
From then on, no one saw this little beggar who often haunted this road.
But no one cared.
Their existence is like wild dogs on the roadside. Only when they die in a corner and the stench fills the sky, will someone clean up their bodies.
As for those who are familiar with this area, they will be even more fortunate that that guy finally disappeared. Because of this smelly beggar, many food stalls are unwilling to set up stalls in this area.