Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

When the pot man woke up again, he only felt a sharp pain like splitting all over his body, as if he was like a living pot on the verge of breaking.

He opened his eyes and observed his surroundings.

A huge statue of Malika towered, slightly lowered, looking at the pot man like a compassionate mother.

Hu Nan understood that he was now in a church and was kicked in.

The pot man looked to his side and suddenly saw a person sitting next to him.

The man was wearing samurai armor and was sitting on the ground, with a tachi hanging from his waist.

Hu Nan has experienced all the way and has seen these warriors from the Reed Land, but he has never seen warriors dressed in this kind of clothing. There are large areas of plain white, which is different from those warrior armors that flutter in the wind.

You're awake. The man noticed the pot man moving and said in a deep voice, Get out of here quickly.

Where is this place? Pot Man asked subconsciously.

Rest in the church. The warrior replied, I am waiting for the arrival of the teacher. If you don't want to die, please leave.

The pot man was still a little dizzy. After a while, he remembered what he was doing before and shouted: Fire Giant!

Are you challenging the Fire Giant? the warrior said. You are quite brave. It seems that you are also an amazing warrior.

No, I am following another warrior. said the pot man. What time is it now? Has he won?

You haven't been unconscious for too long. The warrior said. I saw that you had a lot of medical bottles on you, so I gave them to you. You recovered quickly.

Thank you. Pot Man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that not too long had passed.

You're welcome. To express my gratitude, I took half of your medicines. The warrior said.

The pot man was stunned: You're welcome.

In order to compete with my master, you must do whatever it takes. The warrior said, You can't defeat him with such things as shame and dignity.

Are you going to fight with the teacher? Pot Man asked, Why?

Why... the samurai pondered for a moment, Perhaps the people in your border area can't understand that in order to learn the master's sword and master's skills, it would not be a pity for us to die under the master's corpse mountain and sea of ​​blood. If we can survive before death, It’s enough to appreciate the master’s ultimate sword.”

The snowflakes falling off the warrior's armor:

For this reason, we have already put on burial clothes. This is our wind festival.

The warrior raised his head slightly: I know you don't understand. You can laugh or be angry. But I will not give you the medicine back.

Why should I laugh at you? the pot man said, holding the warrior's hand with some excitement, I am the same, I dream of being eaten by the warrior pot. I thought no one would understand me, but it turns out there are still people in this world. It’s great to have people who understand me!”

The samurai looked at the happy pot man:

...You, can you understand me?

I can understand it very well, said the pot man. This is a good opportunity to have close contact with the idol and be swallowed into the body. To be recognized by the idol, is there anything more wonderful than this?

Negative distance contact... The warrior nodded, Indeed, if you can be cut into the body by the master's mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, there is really nothing more you can ask for.

The warrior glanced at the pot man:

You are quite enlightened, so I wish you success. Leave quickly. If the master wants to kill me, he will kill you too.

Although he was surprised that the so-called teacher of this samurai was quite cruel, Hu Nan was not prepared to ask any more questions. He had to rush back to find Alexander.

The pot man picked up the remaining attack pot and ran out of the church where he had rested for a while.

But as soon as he went out, he saw a blood shadow not far away slowly approaching.

The blood shadow holds two swords, one long and one short, and walks towards the church.

The air and wind and snow twisted around the bloody figure, and the mask of a terrifying old man became more and more ferocious. After looking at it from a distance, Pot Man was frightened and sat down on the ground.

The samurai wearing the armor for burial walked behind him and drew his sword:

It seems you are not very lucky, then witness our battle...

Behind the old man with the pair of swords, there were many samurai-like warriors wearing burial clothes. They gradually walked out of the wind and snow, caught up with the old man, and surrounded him.

Master, let's learn about your mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The disciples shouted and rushed forward.

The pot man hid in the church. He was a little anxious at first, but his anxiety soon ended.

The fierce battle captured his mind.

No, to be precise, it was a brutal battle.

The blood blade swayed on the old man's blade. It was the automatic cursed blood on the blood blade, and also the blood on the disciples' bodies.

The old man was like splashing ink, spreading streaks of blood on the snow-white ground.

His body was thin but his movements were extremely strong. He slashed with one arm, shredding the apprentice's shoulder armor and jamming it into his shoulder. He used another force and tore off the apprentice's arm.

The wakizashi bent down and stabbed the other person in the belly. With a pull, he disemboweled the apprentice.

The blood was spilled, disturbing the sight of the people around him, but it could not stop the old man's movements. The blood blade stirred in the blood mist, and soon several more heads fell directly to the ground.

The battle ended quickly. Hu Man was originally worried that it would be a long battle and that he would not have the chance to see Alexander again, but it ended much faster than he expected.

After a while, the snow turned red.

The only one standing was the old man.

The blade that had been drinking blood became more and more vivid and strange. Trembling slightly, as if alive, quite satisfied.

The old man glanced at the pot man in the church, swung his sword to get blood, put the long sword into his waist, and walked away.

Pot Man noticed that it was a look of disdain. He was not even qualified to be killed by that Shura-like man, just like Alexander once asked him to practice more.

It's just that Alexander will be softer and not so uncomfortable.

Thinking of Alexander, Pot Man immediately rushed forward.

The church was indeed not too far from the cauldron of flames. He trudged through the thick snow with heavy steps.

After witnessing the fate of that warrior, he wanted to gain Alexander's recognition more and more, looking forward to his own destiny and his own ending.

The cold air was sucked into the lungs, stinging slightly. Every sting brought him closer to the flame giant.

As he expected, from a distance, he saw the god-like giant standing up again. That majestic life force cannot end so easily.

Great Warrior Ju, I'm here to help you!

The pot man rushed through the small gate of the wall and shouted.

The scene that greeted him stunned him.

A large area of ​​reddish-brown covered everything in sight, far exceeding the killing just now.

Pot fragments were scattered all over the place, and blood and stench filled the cold air.

In the past, this was the sound of his extremely extravagant and intoxicating voice. It was the fragrance in the living pot. But now that he smelled this scent again, Pot Man felt chilled to the bone.

Alexander... The Pot Man looked around, Lord Alexander, where are you...

The giant laughed when he heard what the pot man said:

Isn't that what you see in front of you?

Impossible, absolutely impossible! Pot Man suddenly became angry, Alexander is a hero!

The giant bent down, one leg bent, and his body was a little unstable. He leaned down, pinched a small meat ball from the bones, and threw it to the pot man:

This thing can be proven.

The meat ball, which was not too small, fell into the pot man's arms, and the pot man was stunned.

Being obsessed with pots, he naturally knew what they were.

The flesh and blood on the ground is the content of the living pot, what he dreams of becoming, and what he holds in his arms is the core of the content.

The core in his arms was as big as a small pot. He had never seen such a huge core with contents.

This can only come from an equally huge living pot.

The giant admired the pot man's expression:

It's really interesting. I won't kill you. I'll leave the contents to your disposal.

The pot man hugged the meat ball and left. He was probably numbed by the wind and snow. When he left, there were constant vibrations behind him, and the lights were bright, which did not attract his attention at all.

Even if he saw the great King Gefulei again, he would no longer be excited or frightened.

When passing by the stargazing ruins, someone asked him what he was holding.

He raised his head subconsciously: This is the contents of Alexander, the bones of a hero.

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Godfrey sat in front of the tombstone avenue composed of giant corpses, casually looking at the high scenery.

In the distance, the slight roar and roar of the battle with the giants occasionally reached his ears. As a substitute for the sound of the wind and snow, Godfrey smiled when he heard it.

The sound of whistling and wind and thunder approached, and in the sky, a huge figure approached and landed in front of Ge Fulei.

Oh, Latarn, come here too. Do you want to challenge the flame giant? Ge Fulei smiled.

Fire Giant... Latarn said, On the way here, I saw someone fighting in mid-air. I won't take credit from others.

Then you come here to have another round? Ge Fulei asked.

If possible, that's fine. Latarn smiled, But if the War King has other enemies, I am willing to go with him.

There are no enemies, said Godfrey. There are no enemies.

You want to say that you are invincible? Latan asked.

It means that the powerful enemies are all dead. Godfrey said, And the other powerful enemies are all relatives and friends.

Ge Fulei moved his shoulders impatiently: It's really unpleasant to fight with those people and all the red tape.

I'm telling you, hitting the stars is very, very enjoyable. Latane began to share his experience.

Xingxing, interesting... Godfrey began to seriously consider Latarn's proposal.

Just as he was thinking, Ge Fulei noticed something, looked at the flame cauldron, and frowned.

A wisp of flame was slowly rising and rising from the cauldron.

The flames kept rising until they touched the branches of the golden tree towering in the sky and spread to the branches.

It's just that although the flame is attracted to the branches and clings to the branches and leaves, it cannot be further burned, as if its burning attribute has been stripped away.

The flame cauldron was ignited? Ge Fulei was a little surprised, I didn't see any fire going in. It's interesting.

Ge Fulei stood up, turned around and left, turning his back on the flame cauldron and walking down the mountain.

Aren't you going to take a look? Latane asked.

What I want is for the flame to be ignited. It doesn't matter how it is ignited. Godfrey didn't care, Latarn, do you want to be a king?

Of course. Latane said, You want to say that we are competitors now?

I mean, you don't have a wife, right?

No, does it have anything to do with this...

I want to say that when you become a king and have a god as your wife, you will find that there are too many things you don't understand. Why do you think so much? Just do your own thing and be obedient. Ge Fulei said. , My wife can't be wrong.

A profound teaching, Latane said. I will remember it.

Godfrey laughed: Let's go, the flames have already been lit. The rest, Serothio said, just leave it to him. I'm going to prepare to see my wife.

A staggering, thin figure came down the mountain and passed Godfrey.

You are... Godfrey recognized that this was the soldier who had been with Alexander before. I think the fire in the cauldron has ignited. You succeeded? But who is the fire?

I don't know. The pot man was a little lost, He seems to be a person whose whole body is burning with madness.

Dianhuo... Ge Fulei stroked his beard, I'm not familiar with it, but it's interesting. Let's go and have a look.

Ge Fulei has also heard about how dangerous epilepsy is. Epilepsy as fire...

Godfrey turned around and walked towards the flaming cauldron.

Jumping into the high wall imprisoning the flame giant, Godfrey also saw Alexander's corpse and the tall giant standing next to the corpse.

Hello, King Gefulei. The giant said.

Giants can't talk, what are you? Godfrey said.

I am Chapolili. said the giant. Perhaps you have heard of my name. Queen Malika should be very taboo about me.

Oh, I seem to have an impression. Ge Fulei said, My wife said he was a gossip.

The giant was silent for a moment:

Gone?

No more. Godfrey said.

Chapolili chuckled:

Does King Gefulei also like to use words to provoke others like this? If a reckless man like you can remember, you will never mention it simply.

It was indeed mentioned once. Godfrey said, You don't have a wife, do you?

The giant's huge head was tilted. Even with Shapoli's wisdom, he could not understand what Godfrey wanted to say.

Godfrey laughed:

I remember everything my wife said. How many times has she mentioned it, and I still don't know it clearly? You are never in my wife's attention.

Chappoli was silent for a moment. The giant opened his hands, moved his chest with his arms, and opened his giant eyes wide.

I think I'll impress you a little more this time.

A giant, you just want to impress me? Godfrey smiled.

Of course, one is really not enough. To face the king of the battlefield, of course you still need enemies like a battlefield. Chappolili also smiled, Come on, let's recreate the giant war and let me see , the great king, can he be great again.

The snow-capped mountains trembled.

In the distance, the giant tombstone began to tremble crazily. The eyes of the giants whose abdomens were pierced by giant trees, and the enemies who had been frozen by the wind and snow for thousands of years, all lit up with dim yellow firelight.

The giants who have disappeared from history appear again in death.

The final push, I don’t even have time to write the chapter title, rua