Talk about the world of mortals in detail

After the two businessmen on the other side calmed down, one of them couldn't help but said angrily.

"Master, didn't you say there won't be any problems? What if I kill a few people after I go back and attract the attention of the government?"

"Say less."

The companion pulled the speaker, and the latter said nothing more. After all, it is okay to complain, but if you really say something that makes people angry, it may lead to evil.

The warlock glanced at the two businessmen and sighed again.

"You will not lose a penny."

After speaking, the warlock looked at the corner over there. At this moment, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng had stopped moving.

"Scholar, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, but do you guys already know what's in the coffin? It's a zombie, right? I heard the older generation say it's a cannibal!"

The warlock did not answer immediately, but gave instructions to the disciples who had already stood up.

"Gather up all the coffin fragments and burn them outside together with the zombies."

Many of these coffin fragments were stained with water stains that were heavy in yin energy. Although the heavy yin evil energy was eliminated by Yi Shuyuan, the zombie corpse itself still had the corpse energy.

Burning it with fire is indeed the most common method used by warlocks to deal with the aftermath.

Perhaps because the coffin was opened, or perhaps because of the corpse water, the room became stinky.

The disciples quickly picked up the coffin fragments and went out. Some people dragged the body out with ropes. The merchants and servants also ran out. No one wanted to stay in the old inn.

Although the warlock looked like he had killed the zombie cleanly, the bleeding from his bitten finger had not stopped. He was standing there with blood still flowing slowly from his finger.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the finger and the wound and sighed in his heart. This man must have tried many "elixirs".

"Mage, let me help you put some medicine on it and bandage it."

Yi Shuyuan took out a medicine and a few clean white cloths from the book box. The warlock walked over and shook his head even though he sat down.

"It can't be stopped. It will take a while to get better."

There were so many disciples, but no one could really catch his eye. The warlock sighed in his heart and couldn't help but look at Yi Shuyuan again, who had already pulled out the medicine bottle.

Although he said he couldn't stop, the warlock did not refuse. Instead, he stretched out his finger and watched the scholar clean the blood on his finger with a white cloth and then carefully patted the medicine bottle. The warlock couldn't help but speak again.

"You have also seen my abilities, and you know that I am not one of those people who pretends to be a god or a ghost. My abilities must be passed down. Although there are many disciples, most of them are stupid people. If you are willing to practice with me, the path to immortality is just around the corner, hiss."

At this moment, the powder just fell on the wound on the warlock's finger. The pain was so strong that he couldn't help but inhale, and interrupted his subsequent words.

Yi Shuyuan carefully bandaged the warlock with a piece of clean white cloth while shaking his head slightly.

"Master, although I am not very talented, I have heard a lot of fairy tales since I was a child. When I saw that ghost thing just now, it is really difficult to connect it with the path of immortality."

"The way of immortality is naturally not simple, and it cannot be learned from common sense!"

"No!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the warlock, and the latter was stunned by his look.

"If there really is an immortal in the world, there will definitely be clues. Ancient and modern legends, human legends, ancient legends, oral instructions, and all kinds of magical stories here are the clues!"

"How to establish human laws? Even though the authority of the emperor is supreme, legislators should follow human ethics and follow the words of saints. This is common sense that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, that is, public order and conscience! If the laws established are not in line with public order and conscience, it is a wrong path."

"The same is true for the principle of immortality. Although the traces of immortality in the human world are ethereal, the shadow of the immortality is within the human heart."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the warlock who seemed to be in a daze and said.

"It is said that true immortals observe the changes in the heaven and earth, develop their own ways, and understand the principles of all things. They have wonderful luck. Although there are elixirs from outside, they should also change according to their own practice. Those who are not masters cannot control them.

If the immortal way exists, you should abide by this principle. If the immortal heart exists, you should have no deviant thoughts. How can you achieve the goal of refining the elixir with delusional thoughts and delusions of the wrong path? "

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan lightly tied the cloth strip on his hand and said with a smile.

"Look, if it's not wrapped up, why can't it stop the bleeding?"

The Master was in a trance, as if he had an illusion, as if he was still a child in school, listening to the Master's instructions from the saints.

At this moment, when he heard that the wound was bandaged, the mage came back to his senses.

He lowered his head and looked at his left index finger. A thin white cloth was tied on the fingertip. There was only a slight redness, but no more blood seeped out. Apparently it had really stopped.

Is this the kind of person who is "born rich" as Master once said?

At this moment, the warlock felt a little disappointed, and it took him a long time to speak.

"Scholar, you are destined to enter the immortal world. You will not waste your life like me, but you will truly step on the clouds."

Shi Sheng lay on Yi Shuyuan's lap and couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle, do you still want to accept my master as your apprentice?"

The warlock shook his head.

"No, no, I don't have the qualifications."

Outside the inn, someone shouted towards the inside.

"Master, do you want to light the fire now?"

The warlock stood up at this moment, and Yi Shuyuan cupped his hands.

"Thank you very much!"

After saying that, the warlock walked outside the house.

Inside the wall of the old inn, a firewood shelf was built with coffin fragments and a large amount of other firewood. The zombie's body was placed on the shelf, and a little kerosene was poured on the firewood.

The sorcerer took a torch and lit the pyre himself.

As the fire gradually engulfed the zombies, a black smoke accompanied by a foul smell also rose in the flames, and everyone around them couldn't help but move away.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough"

A coughing sound appeared in the courtyard of the inn, and when he looked at the burning fire there, he suddenly felt angry.

"I asked why it stinks like this. It turns out that these bastards are burning zombies here. I'm so angry that they won't let anyone sleep peacefully! I, I, I, really want to beat you to death, I."

At this time, a little old man holding a crutch, wearing a shabby coat, was dragged to the ground. A crutch in his hand gestured around the warlock and everyone. He found the warlock and tried to fight, but in the end he did not succeed. .

"Huh, you're not going to die soon, it's not worth getting angry with you!"

At this moment, Shi Sheng, who was also watching the fire outside at the door of the inn, suddenly screamed in surprise.

"Master, there is a short old man! Is he a landowner?"

This sound was not heard by the Warlock and others, but the Earth God heard it.

"Um?"

The little old man turned to look in the direction of the old inn and saw a child staring at him. After catching his gaze, he ran in again.

The little old man was slightly startled and hurried towards the old inn. When he reached the door and looked in, he saw a scholar wearing a gray robe beside the bonfire in the corner. The child returned to the scholar, but couldn't help but look towards the door.

"Little doll, can you see me?"

Shi Sheng looked at Yi Shuyuan, then at the little old man, and nodded.

The Earth God grinned and walked into the old inn. He looked at Yi Shuyuan, who was playing with the fire, and waved his hand in front of him, causing Yi Shuyuan to look up at the little old man.

"Hey, can you see it too?"

The Earth God was startled, but he immediately thought that the other person was a real cultivator, so he quickly took a step back and bowed.

"Little old man, this is my own land. I wonder who you are?"

Yi Shuyuan also stood up and returned the salute.

"My surname is Yi, I'm just a passing storyteller!"

It is almost impossible for such a small land to have heard of Yi Shuyuan's name, so he just nodded when he heard this.

However, Tu Tu Gong looked at the door and seemed to understand something.

"Are you an immortal cultivator?"

"So be it."

The landowner frowned upon hearing this.

"Chang Yi, the sorcerer has suffered a lot of losses and is burdened with debts. You are not here to save him, are you?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Of course not, it's just a coincidence."

"It's okay. The sorcerers of their lineage are obsessed with refining alchemy. I have seen his master and his ancestors. When it comes to his generation, good guy, he has become a zombie and is incurable. He was still spiritual when he was a child. This is the same virtue now!”

As the Earth God spoke, he dug behind his back, and a faint yellow light emerged. A small basket made of rattan appeared in his hand, filled with bright red wild persimmons and tangerines, as well as some plant roots with a bit of soil.

This was not hidden originally, but was retrieved instantly after casting a spell, which made Yi Shuyuan's eyes light up.

However, this casting also made the earth god's blindness disappear, and his figure became more real.

Then the landowner handed over the basket.

"Nothing to entertain, just some mountain fruits, I hope the immortal will accept them!"

"Thank you very much!"

Yi Shuyuan reached out to take it, and Shi Sheng couldn't wait to get the things in the basket. A small gray and white mink emerged from under the blanket on one side, also grabbing the fruit and eating it.

The landowner took a few steps closer and sat down next to him.

"Well, it doesn't matter if their bloodline is broken. If they keep tossing and tossing, they might cause some trouble in the future."

"Grandpa Land, if my master hadn't met him, something would have happened this time!"

Shi Sheng's words made the Earth God nod.

"Yes, the stench of this corpse is so strong that it makes even hibernating animals in the mountains uneasy. The stench spreads for dozens of miles underground. It must not be an ordinary zombie. The immortal has come to help, right?"

This zombie has begun to develop intelligence even before it has matured. It simply has not worshiped the moon or sucked human blood, otherwise it will indeed cause trouble.

"Immortal chief."

The land justice wanted to speak, but when he heard footsteps approaching, he shrank and disappeared underground.

Although the corpses outside were still burning, there was no need for everyone to watch, and it was too stinky. Compared with over there, the smell of corpses inside the old inn was negligible.

A group of people, including the warlock, have come back.

Hui Mian got back under the blanket with some food in his mouth, while Shi Sheng was picking at the citrus bit by bit, which made some people swallow their saliva.

Shi Sheng looked at Yi Shuyuan and saw the master nodded, so he raised the basket.

"Do you want to eat it? It's so sweet and fresh, we have a lot of it!"

"No, no, no." "You can eat."

A group of people refused, sat down at the original campfire, and added firewood to make the fire bigger again.

However, Shi Sheng ran over with the basket.

"Eat it, my kids have noticed it, you all want to eat it!"

"Uh, thanks!"

Someone was the first to reach out, and others couldn't help it.

"I'll take one too!" "Then let me eat one too!"

"Thank you!" "Good boy!"

The disciples all took it, but they were more restrained and didn't take too much.

When Shisheng held the basket in front of the warlock, the latter also smiled and reached out to take it, but subconsciously noticed those things that looked like roots, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

I don't know if this thing is edible, but there's still some wet soil on it.

The scholar's trunk was not small, and it was possible that it contained a basket of fruits, but this thing looked as if it had just been dug out of the soil and shaken clean.

Looking at the basket in the child's hand, there are actually a few small buds and green leaves on the edge.

The warlock reached out and took out a piece of rhizome. After Shi Sheng left, he smelled it with his nose. There was a fragrance mixed with earthy smell, which seemed to be a kind of medicinal material.

After hesitating for a long time, when Shi Sheng walked back, the warlock quickly followed.

As if waiting for the warlock to come over, Yi Shuyuan spoke when he arrived.

"Just now an old man came in. He came in with a cane and a basket. He said he knew the Master. He had met him when he was a child."

The warlock was a little stunned and couldn't say what he was about to say.

"Master, please sit down!"

The warlock looked at Yi Shuyuan and saw that he seemed relatively calm, so he couldn't help but whisper.

"Do you know who that old man is? I'm afraid he is"

"He claims to be his own land!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the warlock and said, and the latter suddenly lost his words.

"The Lord of the Land said that he was smelly of corpses, so he came to see you. Seeing your current appearance, he sighed that the mage's life was not long. If you can rest assured and take care of yourself and not worry about anything else, you may be able to survive for another three to five years."

The warlock was stunned for a while, as if he had fallen to the side.

"Three years and five years. How can I pass on this Taoist method and this alchemy technique?"

There was already chatting and laughing around the bonfire on the other side. With the zombies gone, everyone was relaxed. In contrast, the warlock felt desolate in his heart.

After a long silence, the warlock looked at Yi Shuyuan again.

"Scholar, I don't expect you to be my disciple."

As he spoke, the warlock's eyes turned red, and he reached into his arms and took out a book wrapped in cloth.

"This "Wonderful Alchemy" is my two hundred years of hard work, and it must not be lost in my hands."

Warlocks often bring disaster upon themselves, so there are many people among warlocks who die miserably.

If we really want to talk about it, the warlock who died at the hands of Yi Shuyuan in Yuanjiang County can also be considered in this situation.

But Yi Shuyuan also had to admit that many warlocks were indeed pitiful!