Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The nameless and loud voice echoed on the beach, and the eyes of all the immortals focused on it.

They looked at Wuming for a while, then turned back and continued walking towards the seaside.

Hey, why don't you listen to what others are saying? Wuming grabbed an immortal, Don't you want to earn some runes?

Looking at the immortals from a close distance, they are extremely skinny beings with only one layer more skin than the dead. Their eye sockets are sunken and the eyeballs are barely visible. The wrinkles on his face were tight and exposed, and he looked horrifying, showing no signs of life. His movements were slow and his joints were stiff, as if he were a puppet being controlled by strings.

These people who are called immortals are actually the most lifeless people.

The immortal who was asked by Wuming looked over:

Do you think it's useful for me to earn runes like this?

The Immortal stared at Wuming with his holey eyes. Just watching silently was enough to show a deep power.

The light of blessing is buried deep in the eyes, almost invisible. The blessing in these people's bodies is on the verge of drying up, and life is worse than death.

Wuming said naturally:

Of course it's useful. Runes can change your form, can be used to exchange for other things, and can make you feel the meaning of life.

Wuming took out his money bag and distributed it to the immortals:

You are blessed, I am willing to advance your salary to you.

The immortals looked at each other and looked at the runes in their hands, not knowing what to say.

An immortal man walked slowly with a cane.

Since this immortal is older, the crutches are his limbs. His spine seemed to have cracked and twisted to maintain his human form in its most basic form.

Without the crutches, his body might have broken into two pieces.

The elder immortal returned the rune to Wuming:

Thank you, kind soul, but I'm afraid you are a fader.

So be it, I am not blessed. Wuming said, Do you look down on those who fade?

In the past, we did look down on the faded ones, but now I envy you. You are the faded ones and don't understand the pain of us people. The Immortal said, Without the finger-removing witch, we can't turn runes into power, and we can't Returning to the tree, we cannot die normally. Without death, the poison of life will continue to accumulate, causing us endless pain and driving us crazy.

The old immortal said: Although you are kind, don't hire us, we will go crazy sooner or later.

So you are worried about this. Being able to take this into consideration shows that your kindness has not been wiped out. Wuming held the hand of the Immortal and was greatly moved.

And you are too weak. Even if you all go crazy, you won't cause damage. Wuming added.

There was silence on the beach for a moment, with only the sound of the tide rising and the soaring eagles high in the sky.

Just as the old man was about to speak, a giant eagle screamed in the sky and flew down.

For these kings of the sky, the most powerful weapon is gravity. Their method of executing their prey is very simple, just fly high into the sky and then put them down. Even the hard materials like turtle shells will be shattered.

The thin immortals became their prey.

Facing the attacking giant eagle, the Immortals panicked at first, but soon regained their composure. Instead, they stretched out their hands in ecstasy and let out a pale and low howl, hoping that they could be captured.

A strike of thunder pierced the giant eagle, and the giant eagle screamed, spinning and falling from the sky.

Wuming grabbed it and started plucking the hair:

How lucky that I came to deliver meat just when I wanted to cook.

The Immortals collectively commented on Wu Ming, with not much resentment revealed in their chaotic eyeballs.

Feeling the resentment of those immortals, Wuming laughed:

Isn't this quite spirited? You said that you don't have the witch to solve the problem and can't use the runes? Don't worry about this. I have already started to look for witches. How can the new round table be without witches? As for now, why not eat first? Order some food and see if you get hungry.

Wuming took out a branch from the package.

To be precise, it was an iron branch, the length of a long sword, with branches all over it, like a branch. There is a section at the tail that seems to have been broken at the waist.

The nameless person raised the branch high and shouted:

Come and have barbecue.

Dozens of spears fell from the sky and were nailed to the beach, scaring the immortals into retreating.

Wuming ignored them and tore the plucked giant eagle into pieces, inserted them into the spears, lit them, turned them over, and sprinkled them with spices.

Soon the aroma filled the beach, bringing with it the sound of swallowing saliva.

If you want to die, you might as well become a dead ghost. Wuming said.

The immortals clutched the runes, looked at Wuming, and then at the barbecue. The immortals were silent for a moment, and finally took action - ignoring the burning of the flames, they tore off the flesh from the spears and stuffed it into their mouths.

Burke ate better than they did, but he ate equally ravenously.

Master, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. Burke said vaguely.

Actually, I'm quite confident in cooking. Wuming boasted proudly, watching the immortals devouring the roasted meat.

Burke said:

Master, why are you just watching and not eating yourself?

It's a waste for me to eat. I only eat for fun sometimes when I'm bored. Wuming said, You guys can eat.

How can it be a waste? Master, you are the one who needs to replenish your energy the most. Burke reluctantly handed his meat to Wuming, reluctantly parting with it.

Survival and enjoyment are different. Wuming said, The former is about eating, and the latter is about delicious food. One provides physical replenishment, and the other provides spiritual replenishment.

Wuming pointed at the immortals.

It was just a meal, but these immortals seemed to have discovered the meaning of life, and many of them were sobbing.

Burke said: But master, don't you need to enjoy it?

Well... Wuming spread his hands, I have no sense of taste, so I can't enjoy it.

Are you kidding me? Burke said. How do you make such delicious food without a sense of taste?

What does this mean? I have a friend who even makes wine that people without taste can taste.

Wuming said meaningfully:

As for how I can cook well without the sense of taste...for this delicious barbecue, you not only have to thank me, but also the sacrificed eagle.

Burke nodded in understanding:

Then Master, if you can't enjoy it, how do you replenish your energy?

Just find a goal. Wuming looked at the immortals, My goal now is to do business.

Isn't it necessary to make money in business? Burke said, Then why did you scatter the money?

Wuming hummed:

Don't you understand this? Money is a burden. Only by spreading it out can we get it back better.

I don't understand, said Burke.

Watch it. Wuming stepped forward.

He took out his shield again and knocked it to attract the attention of the people around him:

Brothers, all eyes are on me, look at me, look at me, I will announce something——

Wuming smiled ferociously:

You have to pay for your meals. If you don't have any money, work for me.