Lifespan is a problem that has always troubled everyone. Now the answer to this problem lies in the hands of Li Huowang.
Don’t worry about why something like Yangshou can actually be embodied.
In this bizarre world, after experiencing so much, Li Huowang no longer considers these secondary issues.
What he should consider now is what the thing in his hand means to him.
Following Master You's instructions, Li Huowang raised the gourd in his hand and pointed it at the sun in the sky.
After a while, the gourd's mouth split open like petals.
Six swollen balls, with the golden word "Shou" floating inside, slowly rolling in the green viscous liquid.
Li Huowang cautiously reached into the water and took out one.
He squeezed it tightly with his fingers. According to Mr. You's explanation, things like Yangshou will dissipate as long as they touch metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. If they fall on the ground, they will be gone.
This one represents one year of life for an ordinary person, but it is very precious.
When exposed to the sun, these solids begin to gradually lose their lifespan, emitting some yellow light smoke that makes people feel shocked.
As Li Huowang pressed lightly, the thing disappeared into his hand.
Li Huowang suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and his life span increased by one year.
"If I keep taking this thing, won't I be able to live forever?"
Li Huowang quickly put this unrealistic idea behind him.
Recalling what Li Zhi said before, it is not difficult to guess that these life spans are the "tea money" that the immortals want.
In order to save this little life, Li Zhi did God knows how many shows. If it was so easy, he wouldn't be that old.
I'm afraid the only purpose of these lifespans is to feed Master You.
Li Huowang said that he would take out the remaining five pills and absorb them directly.
Last night, in order to deal with Li Zhi, he invited six masters. Three or six is only 18, and they must make up for it from here.
But when his fingers touched those longevity balls, Li Huowang suddenly stopped.
"Can this thing be used as currency in this world?"
As the saying goes, an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. But what if an inch of gold can really buy an inch of time?
"This thing is estimated to be very valuable to both mortals and cultivators. It is a pity to absorb it like this. It must be put to good use."
Li Huowang took his hand back from the gourd, looked at the gourd back under the shade of the tree, and slowly closed its ferocious mouth.
He picked up the gourd and turned around and walked towards the carriage. Li Huowang found a rope and tied the gourd around his waist, and continued to rummage through the package.
However, Li Huowang didn't find anything valuable after that.
A half-used piece of clothing, two pairs of half-pinned shoe soles, thimble thread, and several clay sculptures of Baojiaxian.
This is all Li Zhi has, all his belongings.
Seeing this, Li Huowang couldn't help but feel a little sad. Instead of giving Li Zhi a better life, the power of the Xian family made him live a more miserable life than ordinary people.
It is very easy to use the abilities of the immortal family to obtain money for Li Zhi, but those immortal families may not do this.
They just want an obedient slave to collect Yangshou. They don't care how the slave lives.
Li Zhi is right, dancing is really not a job for humans.
"Brother Li, can you give me this?" A Taoist boy with a runny nose stared straight at the clay sculptures.
After all, no matter how hardworking these people are, they are still just children, and children are always playful.
Li Huowang shook his head, grabbed the human-shaped clay sculptures and placed them on the roadside. "These things are not clean."
The donkey cart's wheels kept making a sound, and it kept rolling forward.
Li Zhi deceived Li Huowang about other things before, but there was one thing that did not deceive him, that is, the next section of the road was indeed very bumpy, and there was really no other place to stay in the middle.
After walking on the muddy dirt road for more than ten days, they finally saw a small town.
Even though there was drizzle in the sky at this moment, it still did not stop their tired faces from showing joyful smiles.
"I can finally sleep on the bed. This journey has been really tiring for me." A one-armed man in the crowd complained.
It's not that he has no arms, only the other arm is normal, and the other arm is only the size of a baby.
Li Huowang looked away from the map in his hand, "We will rest here for two days and wait until the rain stops before we leave."
The wheels of the donkey cart began to roll toward the entrance of the town.
When Li Huowang and others walked into the town entrance, they found many horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts and wheelbarrows driving out of the town.
After all, there are only a few people with cars, and more people walk.
These people were wearing coir raincoats, carrying yellow paper and small bowls of eggs, meat and fish in bamboo baskets in their hands, and silently hurried out with sad faces.
"What's wrong? Did something happen in the town?" Li Huowang asked subconsciously.
"Senior Brother Li, today is the Qingming Festival, and they are going to visit the grave."
"Did you become clear in the blink of an eye? So fast." Li Huowang murmured to himself.
Walking into the town, there were several stalls set up on the roadside. They sold yellow paper, gold ingots, paper figures and paper cows, and the business was very good.
Li Huowang didn't want to break his promise to Li Zhi.
But with the paper money and the precious candle in his hand, he was stunned for a moment. How should he burn it to the dead Li Zhi?
"Brother, leave this matter to me. I'm good at it. I can do it." Gou Wa proudly patted his withered chest.
Soon they arrived at the crossroads of the town, where many people were burning paper money for their family members far away.
Gou Wa took out his knife and drew a circle on the ground, leaving a hole in the circle. The direction of the hole was the direction where Li Zhi was buried.
The yellow paper was ignited in the white circle and gradually burned into ashes.
The dog boy who was helping him was shouting loudly while burning. "The first thing to burn is for Li Zhi! The last thing to be burned is for Li Zhi's wife! Whoever dares to fucking rob is a son of a bitch! He will be designated as the wife in the next life."
What a beast!"
"Is it useful if you shout like this?" Li Huowang put the gold ingot in his hand into the fire.
"It works, it must work! This is what my third uncle taught me. If you shout like this, the ghosts will not dare to steal the money we burned." Gouwa said confidently.
Li Huowang looked at the slowly rising green smoke in front of him for a long time before slowly speaking again: "Do you think people really become ghosts after they die?"
"Senior Brother Li, what nonsense are you talking about? If a person doesn't become a ghost after death, then what will he become?"
"Perhaps when a person dies, nothing will be left, he will not become a ghost, and nothing will be left behind. Human beings are just so fragile and insignificant."
Li Huowang has seen many strange things in this world, but he has never seen ghosts.
These words made other people around him feel a little uneasy and looked at each other.
Gouwa put his arms around his shoulders and soothed the goosebumps all over his body.
"Oh, Senior Brother Li, what you are saying is too scary. Don't talk nonsense on this Qingming Festival. When a person dies, he will definitely turn into a ghost, and then he will definitely go to the underworld and be reincarnated. It is a sure thing."
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"Why are you so sure? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"
"Because...because this is what my second aunt told me. She has lived for ninety-four years and knows everything."