Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

There is a story like this. Everyone went to the mountains to pan for gold, but someone discovered that the gold diggers were short of supplies and made a lot of money by selling water to the gold diggers.

Wuming and Patch were walking side by side, and Wuming was telling Patch a story.

Patch said: So you provide services to the Faded? They become kings and you charge a service fee?

I'm talking about how to bribe those miners in the future. Wuming patted his bag.

Behind him were two huge packages, dragging on the ground. One contained a whole pig and a whole cow, which were full of spices and sea salt.

Wuming will now follow Patch to the portal. Because Patch said the distance was not far, Wuming left the golden chariot in the church and returned the war horse to the Kaidan mercenaries, asking them to be on guard.

The first time I went to the mine was mainly for surveying and checking out the points. In order to save the use of returning bone fragments, only two people went there this time. Patch led the way and Wuming was responsible for capturing and occupying.

Patch told Wuming the general situation of the mine:

There are miners who use magic to mine, and there are several corrupt relatives. They are all quite dangerous.

Isn't it ownerless? Why is there still someone? Wuming asked.

How do I know? But people like to stay in their own comfort zone. Guys who rely on this for their whole life may not know what to do after leaving mining. Patch said, It has been domesticated by the ore.

Can people really be like this? Wuming didn't believe it.

Isn't that what you are? Patch walked up to Wuming and showed his bald head.

Me? Wuming said, My road is not easy.

It's not easy, but it's very satisfying. Patch said, Those two faded ones, it's not good for you to force them so much. They are no match for the Suzhu Hunters.

What are you afraid of? They can be resurrected. Wuming said.

This is not the era where people can be resurrected as long as they have the will. Even in that era, not everyone can withstand the poison of life and would rather embrace the embrace of death. Patch said, This is the mentality of the old man. , it’s time to change.”

Wuming responded lazily: How to change it?

Learn to be selfish, Patch said.

Huh? Wuming was confused, What are you talking about?

Patch said: You feel that everyone has a future, and as long as you treat them well, they can grow into heroes. So even a weak immortal is as important as a faded person who has been trained for a long time. Because of this concept, even if you sacrifice one Two faders, as long as they can save the majority of people, it’s worth it, right?”

Patch was silent for a moment and sighed:

Usually people who think like this are hypocritical guys. I will only laugh at them hatefully and appreciate their ugliness when they face desperate situations. But you are not, you are just a lunatic who can even sacrifice himself.

Wuming blinked, but didn't understand. After a while, he gave a thumbs up:

Selfless dedication is a good thing.

Patch patted his bald head, feeling helpless:

I was really fooled by that idiot with big limbs.

Wuming was unhappy:

Say I can. If you slander my idol, believe it or not, I'll beat you up again. That's my shining light.

That's the problem, Patch said. You're not really selfless. You don't understand selfishness, so how can you be selfless? You're just acting recklessly towards your own beliefs.

You are a guy who doesn't think about yourself, but others are not you. You can't understand what people will do for their own lives and for the things they cherish, and you can't understand their feelings and desires. When you do things, you don't Consider other people’s feelings.”

Patch looked back at Wuming and stared into the deep eyes under the protective mask:

This is what I think is so scary and crazy about you. I don't know what your goal is, but I know that you can sacrifice any individual for your goal, even yourself.

I've known you many times, and the ending is the same every time. Your faith gives you a strong will, allowing you to eliminate all obstacles in front of your goal until you reach that goal. Then... destroy yourself.

Patch showed a mocking expression:

You also know that I can't understand that kind of belief. To me, living is the most important thing.

Wuming was silent for a moment:

Still blaming me for the rat thing?

Patch curled his lips: You saved many people, and those people you saved died for you. I don't know the meaning of this. The sun can warm everything, but it can also melt everything. If it expands too much, It will collapse, leaving only a dark void.

Patch was a little sad:

Everyone looks like a martyr who is ready to sacrifice without regrets at any time as long as they can achieve their goals. Don't they understand that only by living can they have a future.

Wuming also sighed: You are right, life is indeed important. I can't help it. I didn't even have a 'self' in the past, so how could I know how to be selfish. I still can't remember my name.

That's right, otherwise your beliefs wouldn't be so stubborn. Patch said, You remind me of a person.

Who is it? Wuming was curious.

Queen Mallika. Patch said, She is as inhuman as a god, just watching the law. Mallika at least had a lively and lovely period. You have had this virtue since you were conscious.

I'm a man, so I don't look the same. Wuming said.

Is this the point? Patch glared.

You said I don't look like a human being? Wuming glared back.

He always has a good focus.

Patch was angered by Wuming's attention:

I finally said something profound and you can hear it without buying a ticket. You just listened to it, right?

Wait... Patch suddenly paused, calmed down his emotions, and rolled his eyes, Theoretically, you shouldn't be an idiot. With this kind of attitude...do you still have a trump card?

Wuming smiled:

Again and again, not again and again, so this time I did not become a king, but did business.

Wuming clenched his fists:

A true strong man can crush tragedy. Anyone who dares to cause trouble should wait to be repaired by me.

So domineering, then why are you so embarrassed about the Suzu Hunters? Patch teased.

“There are often customers who feel that returning bone fragments is too expensive,” Wuming said. “It’s not that he can’t afford it, but that he’s unwilling to pay so much for insurance.”

Patch understood what Wuming meant and stopped talking.

Wuming started to talk more. He dragged two huge bags around Patch and looked at him curiously:

You don't usually talk so much, but you care about the lives of a few strangers? What's wrong with you?

Patch scratched his head and said impatiently:

Because I am loyal and don't want to see my friends lose their lives because of strange obsessions.

Wuming didn't expect to get such an answer. He was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

Don't worry, I won't die. Wuming said.

It's not that you won't die, you'll just be resurrected, Patch said.

That's right. Wuming smiled, Speaking of this, I still feel that my resurrection is inexplicable and I can't find the reason. You are different. Every time I meet you, you seem to have adapted to the current era. .how did you do it?

Patch raised his index finger in front of his mouth, mysteriously:

secret.

Wuming was disapproving of Patch's mysteriousness and said:

Why do you seem to know about Queen Marika? Are you very familiar with her?

Queen Marika is familiar with her all over the world, so the faded ones who have lost their memory don't know her, Patch said.

You said that the sun will collapse, which is very similar to the arguments of the pyrogen magicians. Have you learned from Se Lian? Wuming asked.

I have my own channels. Patch answered vaguely.

He skipped the topic and pointed forward: Here we are.

As expected, it was not far away. The two of them chatted all the way and arrived in a short while.

The portal is located in the Dragon's Breath Ruins in Lake Yakir.

This used to be a gathering place for many immortals, begging the flying dragon Aqir to burn themselves to death with dragon flames. Now those immortals are attracted to his new round table as workers.

There were only a few dogs left in the ruins, and a few rats that had taken over the basement.

The two easily cleared away the rats and opened the portal.

Wuming looked at the portal, thinking that he would need to use the return bone fragment to come back, and said to Patch:

Remember to tell Fan Lei later and ask him to get the medal. It's such a waste to send these disposable bone fragments back and forth - why haven't you seen Fan Lei? Is that kid really rebelling?

Patch said: I heard that he found a faded person in the store and is recruiting him to join the Blood Dynasty.

Wuming was surprised: That guy Fan Lei thinks very highly of himself. He actually has a faded person that he likes so much. What kind of genius must he be?

I don't know, I didn't notice this person existed. Patch also shook his head.

As he spoke, he opened the treasure chest in the basement and activated the teleportation trap. The two of them were pulled into the smoke and disappeared instantly.

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Behind the two of them, a short man with slender hair was hiding at the intersection of the basement steps in the sunlight, watching them silently.

Seeing the two people disappear, he exited from the stairs and returned to Airei Church alone.

Fan Lei had already returned to the church and was standing at the door, waiting for his arrival.

What did they say? Fan Lei asked.

He said a lot of incomprehensible things, but I didn't understand them, the man said.

This is a skinny little boy with an expressionless face, he looks young, and his accent is strange, like he has a mouthful of old phlegm in his mouth.

Not bad, not bad. Fan Lei stroked his hands and smiled, It is your talent to not attract attention. It is indeed right to introduce you to the Blood Dynasty. You have the potential to become a top blood finger, dear Matan.

I'm not here to join the Blood Dynasty. Matan said.

Fan Lei nodded to him and took out a clean white cloth from his arms:

You have completed many tasks, now go and hunt witches and complete this final trial. Whether you are hunting other people's witches or your own, you can do it.

The boy called Matan took the white cloth expressionlessly and stared directly at Haida in the Ailee church.

She can't do it, not yet. Fan Lei smiled, Don't worry, you will have a chance to perform here soon, and I will leave it to you to kill.

Matan then withdrew his gaze, turned and left.

After taking a few steps, the figure gradually blended into the environment and disappeared completely.

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In the Celia Crystal Tunnel, Wuming and Patch walked out of the smoke.

They were teleported into a small wooden house. When the two walked out of the wooden house, they saw many old but strong miners, holding a staff in their hands.

The firm pyroxene head inlaid with the staff faces downwards, releasing a long-lasting high-heat laser to cut the pyroxene ore that shines with blue light.

On the top of the wooden house, a large multi-armed insect that looked like a centipede and was as tall as a person stood with a long sword-edged halberd, watching the miners.

Didn't you say that no one occupied the mine? Wuming asked Patch.

That's definitely not a human being, Patch said.

You actually use magic to mine. Wuming looked at the sturdy miners and was a little surprised, This is much higher than most of our customers' IQs. I didn't expect that mining turned out to be a technical job. And bugs can also be supervisors, surprisingly. IQ.”

The conversation between the two alarmed the miners and the big insect. They stopped their mining operations and stared at the two of them with hostility in their eyes.

Wuming was stared at by more than a dozen pairs of eyes, his head shrank, and he pointed at Patch:

He just looked down on your IQ.

Patch raised his big shield in front:

Do you think it's because they are looked down upon for their IQ?

Before he finished speaking, the insect raised twenty hands, and countless sticky threads were released from the insect's back, like thousands of arrows, shooting at the two people.

The miner also raised the laser staff and rushed towards the two of them.

Patch raised his big shield to block the insect silk and the explosive magic light.

What are you doing? Patch was shocked.

On the way here, Patch had already told Wuming about the situation in the mine.

According to his assumption, Wuming should have subdued these possible attacks as soon as he came out.

But Wuming didn't make any move, so Patch had no choice but to raise his big shield and push it forward.

Oh, didn't you tell me to learn to be selfish? Wuming waved his fist at Patch, Come on!

?!

Patch wanted to curse, but the pressure in front of the shield was too great. He held it in one breath and couldn't speak.

I had no choice but to curse in my heart.

After the round of attacks ended, Pachi took a breath and looked back at Wuming fiercely:

Hurry up and take action!

You have all the good things to say. Wuming muttered.

Wuming held the cloth bag with one hand and raised the other hand slightly on his waist.

A purple ring is placed in the hand, and the same purple ring is placed on everyone in the mine.

The insect, which was raising countless arms and preparing to spray silk thread again, suddenly had a belly bulge, and then exploded.

The light of the pyroxene magic on the miner's staff also dissipated, turning into an ordinary crutch.

The miner tried to strike with his staff, but was blocked by Patch's shield.

Wuming did not try to attack, but waved to the miners with a smile:

Thank you for your hard work.

With that said, he threw away the cloth bag.

The cloth bundles were spread out on the road in the tunnel.

A roasted whole pig and cow lay on the cloth bag, their stomachs had been disemboweled, exposing various internal organs that had also been processed.

The aroma of spices and oils immediately filled the closed mine, and many miners who hadn't noticed yet came over to smell the smell.

Wuming opened another package. It was a huge jar, wrapped in layers of leaves for shock absorption, and filled with clean water.

Gold diggers, here comes the water!

Wuming raised his arms and shouted, and his voice spread throughout the mine.