Vol 3 Chapter 87: Smallpox is like loose gold

A thin figure wearing sackcloth quietly touched Lutai while it was getting dark. He walked along the inconspicuous corners of Lutai's tall loft, carefully avoiding the patrol guards, and walked towards the palace.
When the guards couldn't notice it, he lifted his trouser skirt corner, ran forward with his feet.
In fact, a slave is extravagant even to run. There is no thick humus layer in deciduous woodland and no flat and soft soil on the plain. The garden of the palace is full of shrubs, raised roots and stones, and runs fast. Some will stab their feet.
Not to mention, in order to prevent slaves and pariahs from sneaking into the garden, King Yiqu ordered people to sprinkle a lot of sharp gravel here. Anyway, nobles and guards wore felt shoes on the feet, warm and comfortable, They can also run freely in the gravel, like the wind to catch the slaves who are not running, and cut off their heads.
But the figure seemed to have lost sight of the rubble that might scratch his feet, he trot along and touched a hidden place, where there was an Inugong man wearing a guard costume waiting.
When the guard saw the figure, he quickly greeted him and whispered, "Is something brought out?"
The skinny slave bowed his knees, revealing the flattering color: "Brought! The strictness of the king's life was taken care of by the slaves. The slaves bribed the guards on duty, and the only things they made were freshly picked and dried." It's not those who take it to the ground and wither to fool your inferior goods. "
"Take it out!" The guard scolded, seeing him hesitant, and then made it three points more severe.
The skinny slave had no choice but to pull out his arms, the little thing wrapped in white cloth, the dark golden, air-dried mandala flower shrunk into a ball, like scattered pieces of gold, piled up Together, it exudes a mellow fragrance, and the guard greedily greets him in front of the mandala and sniffs deeply.
The skinny slave looked at it distressedly, as if he had sucked a sigh of weight, but he did not dare to stop it, but the guard knew that the matter was serious, and quickly wrapped it up again.
He scratched the mandala and sternly said, "Why this time, it's less than half a while. This mandala flower has dried out. It weighs about two baht. Is it only for you these days? Have you collected a hundred and twenty mandala flowers? You said ... Are you in private! "
"Don't dare!" The skinny slave heard that his legs were soft, terrified: "Slave never dare to disobey the orders of the great wizard, but the sternness of the king's investigation, ordered the close guard to spend the mandala. According to the book, the golden flowers on each mandala are counted! "
"The day before yesterday, the king executed a slave who stole flowers. Now the guards in the entire palace of that mandala are in control. I have to wait for a bribe before I can hide some. Each plant does not dare to steal too much. The nobleman's finger was leaking from his slit. "
"The pseudo-king actually has such a plan?" The guard was frightened and furious. The smuggling of Datura from the palace was extremely important. It was related to the importance of the wizard to himself. If this line was tightened again, it would be great. In front of the wizard, the future is not optimistic. How can he get ahead?
The slave next to him resentfully said: "It was the Middle-earth businessman who offered advice. He asked the king for his arbitrary power, and he wanted to cover all the mandala flowers in Lutai. He was only allowed to sell it by himself. The king was quite shaken. considering!"
The guard heard a sneer and said, "These Middle Eastern people will not make them better after the wizard has taken the throne!"
After collecting the mandala wrapped in white cloth, the guard looked down and turned around a few times, then walked out of the palace and went straight to a mansion in the city. He entered the mansion and gave it to a wizard. Then he resigned, the wizard carefully holding things, and came outside a main hall.
The shaman of Juyan looked gloomily at a shaman apprentice, dumping the dark golden mandala in the white palm into the golden bottle. Most of the bottle was already full, and the mandala flower in it was like gold. Holding the charming dark golden brilliance, Ju extended his hand to pinch the golden bottle, and sneered at the big wizards greedyly staring at the golden bottle below: "Just a little potion, are you satisfied?"
He sternly said, "There are more than ten million times more mandala magic potions in the hands of the pseudo-king. Do we just pick up what he missed, and be content with it, like a dog?"
The great wizard of Juyan reached in, grabbed a handful of loose gold, and with a little force in his hand, he shriveled those mandala flowers that shriveled into the size of a soybean, crushed them into a powder, took a deep breath in front of his nose, dark The tiny golden dust was sucked into the nasal cavity. Before a few breaths, Juyan's eyes changed.
His cloudy and dim eyes suddenly brightened, as if infused with a strong mind, he felt that his consciousness, which had been dulled by witchcraft, ghosts, gloom, and toxins, regained sharpness, and the touch of the thin, fluffy skin changed. Sensitive, clear and divergent.
"What a magic medicine!" Exclaimed the wizard of Juyan.
"The ancestors’ spirit can communicate with us, it can help us, listen to, and see the traces of ubiquitous ghosts and gods. With their power, it can make us conscious, sink into the spiritual realm, and contact those great Immortal power. See souls, bright ghosts. "
Ju Yan said with emotion: "That's why you are so urgent, greedily wanting this elixir, and making it into a magic medicine that breaks through the realm, pleases the gods, and increases mana."
"This elixir uses wizards to communicate with ghosts and gods, and warriors use infinite power and is more brave. Even those slaves use them to work smarter. It can increase wisdom and make us more aware of the will of ghosts and gods. , Even making the samurai more flexible, powerful, and replenishing energy and physical strength. "
"But this natural treasure!" Ju Yanda's wizard said angrily: "Actually in the hands of those idiots and wastes of Quanzhang's family, controlled by the pseudo-king of Yiqu. The pseudo-king was even in a palace in the palace, Baking piles of spiritual incense in the fire and filling the room with the magic of the mandala. With those stupid and decaying aristocrats, to enjoy and enjoy in the hall, called the Bliss Club. "
"This draws a lot of power and wealth for King Yiqu!" A great wizard added: "Many tribes and wealthy people are no longer interested in ancestors and ghosts! Some nobles who have been to the Bliss Club tell me that; in the Bliss Club It is the wonderful person who smells the pure land of pure joy and indulge in pleasure and live up to this life as a noble person. "
"What's the point of living like those slaves and pariahs?"
"And the aristocrat who has smelled the smallpox from the paradise world of Mandala incense is convinced of the pure land of Bliss. Even the monk who claims to be the three great pure land of the Spirit Mountain Buddha is no less convincing than others. Yesterday he even declared that there were countless mandala heavenly incense in his Mito Pure Land and in-law Pure Pure Land. "Another great wizard said.
"Hahaha!" These words aroused a ridiculous laugh in this secret secret room.
Ju Yan sneered: "Is that liar holding a bottle and showing people around his Xitian Pure Land? He is so nonsense, does anyone believe it?"
As soon as Ju Yan's voice came to an end, all the laughter ceased, and the great wizards became silent.
Ju Yan laughed a few times, and then hummed coldly: "Many people still believe that they do not believe in ancestors and ghosts, but they believe in the nonsense of a barbaric man from a western ghost party, detailing the so-called reincarnation, Xitian Pure land, even if these things were just copied by the barbarian just a few days ago! Even if he said this today, he would slap his mouth tomorrow and change his statement. But some people still believe him and believe it. "
"Maybe we can make up our own pure land!" Said a wizard:
He made this suggestion boldly, and thought he would receive several rebuttals from the great wizards, but surprisingly, no one had spoken, so after being encouraged by this wordlessness, he began to whisper in the secret room to discuss how Adapted this statement.
Silent Juyan sighed silently, why didn't he know that it was digging his foundation.
However, after taking the mandala, Juyan was convinced of this bliss world where smallpox grows. He also believed in bliss infinite things in the pure land of bliss! If there is no bliss pure land ~ EbookFREE.me ~ how can such a wonderful flower like a mandala be opened? The nobles of Yiqu Kingdom are wizards, who are obsessed with the unrestrained and free-happiness joy of mandala, and then yearn for the blissful pure land where this wonderful flower grows.
Since the Elysium exists, who wants to enjoy Elysium after death?
This is why several great wizards did not dare to obstruct the Elysium, and did not dare to offend the Amitabha who opened up the Elysium ... They also died.
In the Demon Elysium, Chen Ang looked at the newly arrived souls. These are some of the old nobles in Yiqu City. Every winter is the day when the aging people pass the mark. However, when vitality is converging and blood is dormant, wintering is like passing the border. After one winter, when the spring blooms and vitality is germinating, most of the elderly who are physically sensible and weak can bear the winter of the following year.
These nobles are old people who have not been able to withstand it. Thanks to the flood of mandala in Yiqu City, they have no painful farewell.
Into a real hell.
"Transfer these souls to World Seventy-six and prepare for the Hell Corruption Experiment." Chen Ang smiled slightly, revealing a smile that was comparable to the gentle smile that medical students showed to rabbits and mice.
"It's still starting now. There are too few experimental resources! Too few! When the Pure Land Sect is big, everyone reads the Buddha and enters the paradise world, my tens of thousands of experimental projects can be started!" Chen sighed: " These mandala suckers have poor soul quality and can only be used for experiments on the Styx Corruption to study the soul ecology and waste utilization of the corrupted soul. "
"When the strong-minded and strong-spirited practitioners come in, I will be able to start the project of torture and torture in the hell!" Chen Ang's voice was slightly regretful.