Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 599

  Chapter 599 Desperate World (Two in One)

   "Hoohoo..."

  In the dark cave, densely packed with refugees, the unpleasant smell permeated the air, attracting countless flies.

  It is obviously a hot summer, but the cave is indescribably cold.

  The refugees had to keep each other warm, looking at the cave from time to time, as if they were afraid of something, and subconsciously lowered their breathing.

   A hundred years have passed since the conferment of the gods, and no one knows when the disaster will come.

  They don't even know the cause of the disaster, they only know to migrate to the north, which is the only thought of the refugees now.

  The wave of refugees is traveling along the official road, and the number of them is increasing unknowingly.

  Most of them are young and middle-aged people. Usually, the old people will take the initiative to stay where they are and let the disaster take their lives.

   There was a dead silence in the cave, but it was not despair, but the numbness of being unable to survive.

   But even so, they still did not give up their only remaining hope. Maybe their descendants could reach the safe area in the north.

  In the corner of the cave, children under the age of ten are sitting around the stone wall.

  An old master stood in front of him, using chalk made of bones to paint and draw on the surface of the stone wall, imparting basic survival knowledge.

  The child's eyes were fixed on the stone wall, not daring to be negligent, and eagerly absorbed the content on the stone wall.

  The time is really not enough, maybe only five days are left for them.

  The migration of the refugee wave will find a secluded place to stay every ten years, mainly to teach the new generation the knowledge of survival.

  Once the migration begins, everyone must perform their duties, and they are not allowed to speak on weekdays.

  The palm of the old master trembled slightly, and then drew a blurry figure.

  It can be seen that the figure is a statue, and the refugees around are showing fear, and the children can't help lowering their heads, not looking directly at the mural.

  The old master sighed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Buddha, this is Buddha."

  "If we encounter a Buddha, we must disperse immediately, and don't be with too many people, so as not to attract the attention of the Buddha."

  He didn't speak loudly. He was in the corner of the cave, so he didn't need to be afraid of the sound coming out.

  A child raised his arm and asked in bewilderment: "Grandma said that the Buddha is a fairy **** who fell from the clouds, and ordinary people cannot escape."

  The old master opened his mouth hesitantly, shook his head and replied, "But the Buddha's appetite has an upper limit. They won't eat too many people at once, mortals, mortals..."

   "Everyone who has a chance will definitely have a chance..."

  The old master's pupils are dilated, but the children seem to understand half-understand.

  They didn't know at all whether the "opportunity" the old master mentioned meant the opportunity to escape from pursuit or the opportunity to change the status quo.

  Children have no idea of ​​life before the disaster broke out. They have long been used to migrating, and even if their companions die, they will not be surprised.

  The old master wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and continued: "The water found in the wild should not be drunk through the mouth. It must be stored in the stomach for more than three days. Do you hear me?"

  The children said in unison, and then lifted up the clothes made of animal skins.

  There is an extra stomach in their abdomen, with a small hole on the upper end, which can directly pour water into it, which has a purifying effect.

  In addition to this, many organs that are different from ordinary people can be seen.

  For example, children's eye pupils have thin membranes, which can be closed at any time like a lizard. The hair on the whole body grows slowly, but is more fluffy, which can be used to resist the cold outside.

  The populations of refugees are also highly overlapping, and it is hard to imagine that they come from all over the world.

   Few of them can see aliens. Perhaps because of the danger of the environment, refugees have been screened for hundreds of years.

  As for the alienated organs, it can be clearly seen that they are acquired.

  Most refugees have alienated organs, which are not formed by magic, but are forcibly combined with the fetus through means of refining tools.

  However, due to the reproduction of the fetus, the alienated organs were accidentally preserved.

  It shows that a certain force has transformed mortals so that they will not die too soon in the disaster and delay enough time.

  The old master was busy for several hours, and he didn't stop lecturing until the morning sun in the sky showed his head and the fiery red sunlight illuminated the ground.

  He put away the chalk and tremblingly walked towards the animal skin tent.

  The children also went home separately, and then they needed to help the family with work and temporarily close the hole so that the sunlight would not come in.

  As soon as the old master arrived in front of the tent, several young and middle-aged men stopped Rang, and said demandingly: "Mr. Zhang, please help my child to have a look."

  The man in the lead is called "Chen Ji", and he is a refugee who specializes in the deployment of insect-inducing powder.

  Insects are one of the most important sources of food. Chen Ji's status is naturally not low, and even slightly higher than the old master.

  The old master wanted to refuse, but he couldn't hold back the other party's begging, so he got up and walked towards the animal skin tent near the south.

   Candles were lit in the tent, and the entrance and exit were covered with ghostly symbols.

  Smoke and dust drifted out from the gap, exuding a strange smell of oil. As for whether it is corpse oil, you can only ask the hunter who is in charge of the food.

  The reason for lighting candles is mainly because in the perception of refugees, death is like a lamp going out.

  In order to ensure that the soul will not lose its way, candles will be lit beside the bed to attract the soul lost on the road to the underworld to return.

  If the patient is still alive before the candle is burned out, it means that the patient should not die.

  The old master hesitated for a while, then opened the tent and got into the idea. The rancid smell rushed into his mouth and nose, making goose bumps all over his body.

  In the tent lay a scrawny child, six or seven years old at most.

  He was shivering due to the pain, and his deciduous teeth were all crushed. After seeing the old master, he managed to force a smile.

  The child thought that the old master was here to send him to school.

"How about it?"

  Chen Ji hurriedly asked, but the old master remained silent, and then carefully lifted the quilt, exposing the child's swollen left leg.

  I saw that the right leg was about three times the normal size, showing a blue-purple color.

   There are silver needles pierced on the inner side of the knee to guide pus seeping out of it, but it does not cure the root cause at all, and at most delays the child's survival time.

  The faces of the Buddha emerged on the right leg, seeming to be devouring the nutrients of the child constantly, causing him to be skinny.

   "Sure enough, it is Buddha poison, there is no cure for it."

"how come…"

  The old master said solemnly: "It must be caused by accidental contact with the black mist. The Buddha poison has been in the body for a long time, and I am afraid it has penetrated into the bone marrow."

   "The corpse must be burned as soon as possible, otherwise the Buddha may come."

   "Mr. Zhang, is it really so serious?"

"kindness."

  The old master nodded, and then took out a sharp weapon to cut the child's diseased right leg. Not only did the child not feel pain, but he stopped crying.

   Pus spewed out, and the faces around the wound were chanting scriptures, which was creepy.

  Old Master and Chen Ji explained that the diseased right leg had to be treated separately, otherwise there would be no peace after death, and the corpse would need to be burned for a long time.

"etc…"

"Hey Hey."

   A strange laugh came from outside, and then a strange and inexplicable old woman entered, who was also very sloppy in clothes and full of dirt.

  Her eyes were blind and she walked with a limp.

   "Crazy woman, I warn you, the Buddha poison is already in the internal organs."

  The crazy woman ignored the old master, staggered and knelt in front of the child, followed you to break off the nail of the diseased right leg, and put it in her arms.

   "How can I save people, but gods can, definitely can..."

  The crazy woman stared at the child's parents, her pure white pupils were creepy, and her rotten teeth reflected a gloomy aura.

  The old master shook his head at Chen Ji, who also knew that the sorceress was unreliable.

  The sorceress has been crazy, preaching that only immortals can save the world, and constantly bewitching others to do some dangerous things.

  In the past, believers were asked to set up altars to sacrifice to the gods with the little food left.

   As a result, the food was completely burned by a fire, but they didn't even see the so-called gift from the gods.

  Chen Ji was eager to save his son, so he still said: "Witch, look, how can I do it?"

"Hey Hey…"

  The crazy woman smiled and danced, took out a bunch of finger-sized stone statues from her arms, and carefully selected them.

  The old master's face was livid. If the gods were useful, they wouldn't have migrated for a hundred years.

  However, because of the crazy woman's extremely weird behavior, the refugees were skeptical about the fairy god's statement, which had little effect on the order of the refugees.

   It's not good for the old master to remind you directly, even if you punish the crazy women, as long as the disaster exists, new crazy women will continue to be born.

  They are a group of fairy seekers who escape reality, immersed in crazy imagination every day.

   "Found it, found it."

  The crazy woman showed excitement, and held the randomly carved statue in her hand. The appearance of the statue was distorted, and the five sense organs no longer existed.

   "Mr. Polaris, you will definitely save children from sickness."

  Old Master is noncommittal, in fact, there are quite a few people who believe in Lord Polaris, and even he himself will bow down from time to time, just for peace of mind.

  The crazy woman cut open the child's right foot, causing blood to pour on the statue.

  The child's face instantly turned pale, which was a manifestation of excessive blood loss, and the diseased right leg became more and more swollen, wriggling like a living thing.

   "Hahahaha, Mr. Polaris is watching you, the disaster is gone, the disaster is gone."

  Several people watching in the tent felt their scalps go numb. They wanted to stop them, but when they saw the crazy woman's hands were covered in blood, they subconsciously stopped.

  The ceremony lasted just five minutes, and it didn't end until the child died.

  The crazy woman wiped off the dirt on the statue of Lord Polaris with her cuff, her expression seemed to have accomplished a great thing, full of piety.

  Chen Ji lowered his head, too lazy to argue with the crazy woman, picked up the child's body and walked outside the tent, ready to burn it immediately.

  Whether the madwoman intervenes or not, the fate of the child is sealed.

  They have been instilled with the idea of ​​suppressing negative emotions since they were young. It is said that the Buddha likes to eat people who are deep in greed, hatred and hatred

  Chen Jihe just wanted to send his son off for the last time, and hoped that he could be reincarnated with peace of mind under the Nine Springs, reincarnated in the safer north.

   As for whether there are disasters in the north, they naturally cannot know.

  The cave was quickly blocked, and the sunlight was blocked from the outside world, making the cave even colder and damper. The refugees seemed to be evil spirits.

  The old master was old and frail, and his energy was already low, so he fell into a deep sleep.

  Chen Ji followed the old master's instructions and came to the depths of the cave, where a place was specially designated for burying the corpses.

  It is said to be corpses, but they are actually bone fragments that have been burned to ashes.

  They packed the powder into wooden boxes, buried them in the soil half a meter apart, and sprinkled insect repellent powder several times before leaving.

  The flesh and blood of the corpse will be used for hunting, and the dead also hope to use this to make the living live better, and head to the north with their expectations.

  Chen Ji tidied up the children's clothes, and in front of him was a stove made of hollowed out rocks.

  He gently touched the stove with his palm, and found that there was still residual heat, indicating that a corpse had just been reduced to ashes not long ago.

  Chen Ji turned on the stove and lit the inside with the candle he carried.

  He noticed that there was bone meal left in the furnace, so he put down the child's body and put the bone meal aside.

   While busy in Chen Ji, he didn't notice the trembling of the child's right leg.

  The huge right leg seemed to start to shrink, and the straw sandal fell off automatically because it didn't fit, which immediately shocked Chen Ji.

   "What the hell?"

  Chen Ji hurriedly leaned over to inspect the corpse, and noticed that the right leg was covered with fine black hair, which felt as hard as needles.

  He didn't know why the corpse changed, so he immediately took out a sharp butcher knife.

  Chen Ji tried to cut off the child's right leg with a butcher knife, but when the blade touched the corpse, there was a sound of metal clashing.

  His heart couldn't help beating wildly, and inexplicable fear came to his mind.

  Chen Ji was usually a calm and calm person, but now he became panicked, and even ignored the old master's instructions.

  He lit the stove with a torch and filled it with fuel made of dung.

   Immediately, the corpse was stuffed into it in a hurry, the fire shrouded the furnace, and the residual moisture in the corpse caused it to crackle.

  Chen Ji closed the furnace door heavily, and looked at the corpse through the hole.

   At this time, he regained his composure. He really couldn't figure out why his emotions suddenly lost control, and his hair was completely soaked in sweat.

  The corpse had not eaten for many days before its death, and its body was thin, and its skin and flesh quickly dissolved.

   But Chen Ji was horrified to find that the right leg was still alive, and even the black hair was getting thicker and thicker. How should I say it?

  Like a goat's hoof.

   "Something big happened..."

  Chen Ji muttered to himself, then turned around to notify the patrolling militiamen, but there was already chaotic noise from the direction of the cave entrance.

  He rushed forward in three steps and two steps, and fell to his knees with a pale face after walking a few meters.

   bang bang bang...

  There was a heavy object hitting the hole, and the older refugees broke down and screamed, because they knew what it meant.

   Buddha came.

   They were trapped in a narrow space, almost certain to die.

  The entrance of the hole was pasted with mud and gravel, which was not strong in the first place, and it was knocked open without giving the refugees any time to react.

  Glaring sunlight shone in, and outside the cave was a strange and inexplicable statue.

  The upper body of the statue is a Buddha, and the lower body is a black goat. The unrelated two are forcibly joined together, which looks extremely peaceful.

   "Meh..."

  The creepy sheep cry came.

  The Buddha smiled, with a compassionate smile, and stepped into the cave slowly with his hands clasped together.

  A refugee collapsed on the road where the Buddha was walking, and was directly trampled into minced meat by the goat's hoof. The sun reflected the blood on the ground.

  The picture is extremely absurd and treacherous.

   "What kind of Buddha, it's clearly a sheep demon."

  The leader of the militia, Wu Chu, was in his early forties, holding the big knife behind his back with both hands, trying to pull out the weapon, but his arms were powerless.

  Wu Chu looked at the approaching Buddha, kept backing away, and stepped into the bonfire with one foot.

  He remembered that fifteen years ago, when he had just joined the militia, he was attacked by Buddha on his first night on duty.

  Wu Chu passed out at the time, and when he woke up, his eyes were full of corpses and blood.

   There are gnawed corpses everywhere. The Buddha is like a full-fledged wolf who only eats the internal organs of the prey and discards the rest.

   There were not many surviving refugees, and then they headed south again.

  Wu Chu vaguely remembered that he once had a wife who was pregnant for several months. When the body was found, the abdomen had already been emptied.

   "Monster, monster, monster..."

  Wu Chu roared in dismay, barely regaining a bit of courage under the high temperature.

  He drew out the long knife behind his back, and staggered towards the Buddha, as if rehearsing the scene over and over again in his mind.

  The long knife was sharpened extremely sharp, the fire reflected a three-foot cold light, and the superficial internal force was added to the body, which made Wu Chu burst out with a speed that was hard to come by even in the realm of martial arts.

  In an instant, the nearby refugees all stared at Wu Chu.

   Clang!

  They are too much looking forward to seeing someone stand up. The fear and pressure accumulated by generations of people fleeing for hundreds of years is indescribable.

  The Buddha had no defense at all, and Wu Chu's sword slashed **** his neck.

  Wu Chu's arm was in pain from the shock, but what greeted him was a shattered ancestral sword, and the blade slashed across his cheek, leaving a deep bone wound.

  But no matter how painful the wound on the cheek is, it is not as painful as the stinging pain in the waist.

  As if with just a wave of his hand, Wu Chu was cut in half like a rag doll, and blood rained down.

  The leader of the militia was easily killed, and the rest of them had no courage to face it, and they wanted to escape from the cave.

  But the cave is a dead end, and the only life is behind the Buddha.

  All the refugees who approached the Buddha turned into broken limbs. The team of nearly 10,000 people were killed or injured by dozens, and the smell of blood was extremely pungent.

  The cry of crows sounded outside the cave, indicating that death was approaching.

  Chen Ji was stunned, and he couldn't believe that the trouble he caused would cause his companions to die in the narrow cave.

  He thought about dying like Wu Chu, but his legs were frozen in place, unable to move.

  Chen Ji also heard that the goat's hooves in the stove seemed to want to get out of trouble, and the brass stove door had been deformed by being kicked, and the fire was distorted.

   "Hey hey hey, the gods will protect believers, and evil spirits are not allowed to get close."

  The crazy woman's strange laughter was extremely ear-piercing amidst the cries. She held the statue of Lord Polaris and walked among the corpses, dousing the corpses with blood.

  She is like an alternative guardian, repeating the same actions over and over again.

  A shocking thing happened, the Buddha stopped abruptly, tilted his head and looked at the statue of Lord Polaris.

  The refugee leaned against the rock wall, his eyes full of surprise and uncertainty.

  For more than ten years, the crazy woman has behaved extremely strangely. If there were no refugees from taboo gods to help her, the crazy woman would have starved to death already.

  However, unlike before, the mad woman's expression did not look crazy at all.

  After she regained consciousness, she pinched Dao Jue and gesticulated, her whole body exuded a dusty aura, and she couldn't see the stupidity of the past.

  The crazy woman sang in the form of a song, and said: "The Big Dipper divides yin and yang, establishes four seasons, equalizes five elements, shifts the festivals, and determines the disciplines."

  She repeated it over and over again, and the refugees also spontaneously joined in, and the cave echoed the praise of Lord Polaris.

   Buddha straightened his head, ignored the clumsy performance of the mad woman, and continued to approach the crowd without haste.

  Refugees seldom speak because they are afraid that sound will attract disaster. Now they are roaring at the top of their lungs.

  The crazy woman walked straight to the Buddha with the **** statue in her hand.

  The Buddha stretched out his arms and grabbed the crazy woman's head. As the fingers slowly moved together, blood flowed from the crazy woman's facial features.

  But the crazy woman is still chanting: "The Big Dipper divides yin and yang, establishes four o'clock, equalizes five elements, shifts festivals..."

   Ka Ka Ka.

  The skull is overwhelmed, and the crazy woman's head has become deformed.

  The refugees were silent again, and Wu Chu's body was still lying not far away, as if mocking them for doing useless things.

   Just after the mad woman was about to die, the statue fell into a pool of blood at the soles of her feet.

  The warm blood makes the statue fade away, revealing its true appearance, the legendary **** of heaven "Polaris Lord".

  The crows stopped singing and rushed away from the cave.

   In a fraction of the time, the crazy woman's head was about to explode, but Buddha's arm was the first to hang down feebly.

  The statue turned into a figure, almost filling the space in the cave.

  The body is independent on one foot, and the body is composed of colorful colors. The Buddha's head was broken by him, and finally disappeared in the distorted and disordered light.

  The crazy woman didn't care about the splitting headache, and knocked her head continuously.

   "The Polaris Lord!!"

  The refugees woke up like a dream, calling out the name of Lord Polaris.

  The figure re-sealed the cave, cleaned out the potentially dangerous goat's feet, and then turned back into a dead statue.

  The crazy woman became crazy again, and said vague words: "The heavenly gods return to their place, and the disaster will eventually go away!!"

  Chen Ji was lying on the ground detached, with bruises all over his back, obviously blocking himself in front of the stove, preventing the sheep's hooves from getting out.

  They can't tell the truth from what the crazy woman said, but they prefer to believe that the darkness they are currently experiencing is just before dawn.

   Soon the refugees spontaneously sculpted a statue of Lord Polaris, nourished with the blood of their fingertips every few days, and continued to head north.

  The vision of the statue of Lord Polaris is naturally the arrival of Ren Qing's fungus soul.

  After the perfect bacteria soul of the Heavenly Paradox land descended to the outside world, the strength it displayed was no more than that of the Yin Poor Land, and it only persisted for a few short breaths.

  Ren Qing couldn't control the situation of the refugees. When he killed the demon Buddha, he also took the opportunity to investigate the outside world, what the so-called disaster was.

  He can only be sure of two things.

  The supreme celestial demon with weakness after seizing Dingguang Buddha was unexpectedly not defeated in the siege of many Buddhas in Buddhism.

  The disaster must be related to the Supreme Demon, which has swept this world.

  Ren Qing undoubtedly hopes that the Supreme Demon will be defeated. The destructiveness brought by Buddhism to this world is absolutely not as terrifying as the Supreme Demon.

  Although Buddhism is insane, it is not actually the category of the two immortals.

  But the Supreme Demon is a real Zhuoxian, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the number one Zhuoxian under the three ancestors.

   "What does Buddhism do to eat, and it can still lose by dispatching the Tathagata?"

  Ren Qing took a deep breath, thinking that if the Buddhist sect made a move, the supreme demon would have to peel off his skin even if he was not dead, but he turned against the guest.

   Also, Wuming should have noticed the secret of the Supreme Demon in advance, which led him to give up the old man under the moon and take the initiative to transform into a demon.

  (end of this chapter)

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