Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Lifespan is a problem that has always troubled everyone, and now the answer to this problem lies in the hands of Li Huowang.

Forget about why such a thing as Yangshou can be visualized.

In this grotesque world, after experiencing so much, Li Huowang no longer considered these secondary issues.

What he should consider now is what this thing in his hand means to him.

According to Master You's instructions, Li Huowang raised the gourd in his hand and pointed it at the sun in the sky.

After a while, from the mouth of the gourd, it split like a petal.

Six bulging balls with the faint golden word Shou inside were rolling slowly in the green viscous liquid.

Li Huowang cautiously reached into the water and took out one.

He squeezed his fingers very firmly. According to Master You's explanation, Yangshou would dissipate when it comes into contact with gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. If it falls to the ground, it will disappear.

This one represents the lifespan of an ordinary person for one year, but it is very precious.

When exposed to the sun, the life of these solids began to gradually slacken, and some light yellow smoke that shocked the whole body was diffused.

As Li Huowang pressed lightly and hard, the thing fell into his hands.

Immediately, Li Huowang felt a lot more relaxed, and his life span was increased by one year.

If I keep taking this thing, won't I be able to live forever?

Li Huowang quickly put this unrealistic idea behind him.

Reminiscent of what Li Zhi said before, it is not difficult to guess that these life spans are the tea money that the immortals want.

In order to save this lifespan, Li Zhi had to dance for God knows how many times. If it was really so easy, he wouldn't be so mature.

The only function of these life spans is probably to feed Master You.

Li Huowang said that he would take the remaining five out of it and absorb them directly.

Last night, in order to deal with Li Zhi, he invited six Master You, and the number of thirty-six was eighteen, so he had to make up for it from here.

But when his fingers touched those birthday balls, Li Huowang stopped suddenly.

Can this thing be used as currency in this world?

As the saying goes, an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. But what if an inch of gold can really buy an inch of time?

This thing is estimated to be of high value whether it is in the hands of mortals or practitioners. It is a pity to absorb it like this. It must be used properly.

Li Huowang took his hand back from the gourd, looked at the gourd that had returned to the shade of the tree, and slowly closed its ferocious mouth.

He picked up the gourd and turned to walk towards the carriage. Li Huowang found a rope to tie the gourd around his waist, and continued to search for the package.

But then Li Huowang did not find anything of value.

A half-worn dress, two pairs of half-pressed shoe soles, thimble threads, and several clay sculptures of Baojiaxian.

This is all Li Zhi has, all his belongings.

Seeing this, Li Huowang couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed. Instead of giving Li Zhi a better life, the power of the Xian family made him live a poorer life than ordinary people.

It is very easy to use the ability of the Xian family to obtain money for Li Zhi, but those Xian families may not do this.

They just want an obedient slave to collect Yangshou, they don't care how the slave lives.

Li Zhi was right, jumping to the top is really not a human job.

Brother Li, can you give me this thing? A Taoist boy with a runny nose stared straight at the clay sculptures.

In the final analysis, no matter how hard these people are, they are still just children after all, as long as they are children, they are fond of playing.

Li Huowang shook his head, grabbed those humanoid clay sculptures and put them on the side of the road. These things are not clean.

The wheels of the donkey cart kept ringing, and it kept rolling forward.

Li Zhi had lied to Li Huowang about other things before, but there was one thing that didn't deceive him, that is, the next section of the road was indeed very rough, and there was really no other end point along the way.

After walking on the muddy dirt road for more than ten days, they finally saw a small town.

Even though it was drizzling in the sky at the moment, it still didn't stop their tired faces from showing joyful smiles.

Finally I can sleep on the bed. This journey has really worn me to death. A one-armed man in the crowd complained.

He's not without arms either, only the other arm is normal, and the other arm is only the size of a baby.

Li Huowang looked away from the map in his hand, We will rest here for two days, and we will leave when the rain stops.

The wheels of the donkey cart began to roll towards the entrance of the town.

When Li Huowang and the others walked into the entrance of the town, they found many horse-drawn carts, ox carts and unicycles driving out of the town.

After all, there are only a small number of people with cars, and more people go on foot.

These people were wearing coir raincoats, with yellow paper and small bowls of eggs, meat and fish in the bamboo baskets in their hands, and they drove out silently with sad faces.

What's wrong? Did something happen in the town? Li Huowang asked subconsciously.

Senior brother Li, today is Qingming, and they are going to sweep the grave.

Is it clear in a blink of an eye? So fast. Li Huowang muttered to himself.

Walking into the town, there are several stalls set up on the side of the road, selling yellow paper and gold ingots, as well as paper figurines and paper cows. The business is very good.

Li Huowang didn't want to break his promise to Li Zhi.

But holding the paper money and the precious candle in his hand, he froze in place for a moment, how should he burn the dead Li Zhi?

Brother, leave this to me, I'm good at it, I will. Gou Wa patted his shriveled chest triumphantly.

Soon they came to the crossroads in the town, where many people were burning paper money to their families far away.

Gouwa took out his knife and drew a circle on the ground, leaving a hole in the circle, the direction of the hole was the direction where Li Zhi was buried.

The yellow paper is set on fire in the white circle and gradually burns to ashes.

Gouwa, who was helping by the side, yelled loudly while burning. The one that was burned first was for Li Zhi! The one that was burned last was Li Zhi's wife's! Whoever the hell dares to steal it is a son of a bitch! You will be designated as a beast in your next life!

Is it useful for you to shout like this? Li Huowang stuffed the gold ingot in his hand into the fire.

It's useful, it's definitely useful! That's what my third uncle taught me. If you shout like that, lonely ghosts won't dare to snatch the money we burned. Gouwa said confidently.

Li Huowang stared at the blue smoke slowly rising in front of his eyes for a long time before slowly speaking again: Do you think people really become ghosts after death?

Senior brother Li, what nonsense are you talking about? If a person dies, he doesn't become a ghost, so what does he become?

Maybe everything will be lost when people die, and they will not become ghosts, and nothing will be left behind. People are so fragile and insignificant.

Li Huowang has seen many strange things in this world, but he has never seen a ghost.

These words made the other people around feel a little uneasy, and looked at each other.

Gouwa clasped his arms around his shoulders, using his hands to soothe the goosebumps all over his body.

Oh, Brother Li, what you said is too creepy. It's Ching Ming Festival, don't talk nonsense. If a person dies, he will definitely become a ghost, and then he will definitely go to the hell to reincarnate. It's a certainty.

Why are you so sure? Have you seen it with your own eyes?

Because... because this is what my second aunt told me. She is ninety-four years old and understands everything.