"I'm so miserable! I'm really miserable! If Senior Bai Lu doesn't accept me as a disciple, there will be no further progress in the art of weapon refining... I can only die!"
The short old man lay on the ground and knocked his whole head towards the earth, revealing a big pit.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I'm so miserable..." The short old man burst into tears.
Then there was another cry. The original middle-aged man stepped forward, pointed at the short old man, and said in a trembling voice: "You...you said you are miserable! Hahaha...are you as miserable as me?"
The middle-aged man said, reaching his hand to his chest and tearing it apart. There was only a hiss, and the robe was torn, exposing his chest.
Many people gasped when they saw this man exposing his chest.
There was no flesh on this middle-aged man's chest, it was all rotten flesh... In the rotten flesh, you could still see looming white bones, covered with maggots.
Even if the people present were all monks, seeing a living person covered in maggots still made them feel sick.
The middle-aged man's chest was covered with rotten flesh, and shocking bloodstains below appeared in front of people.
Those blood marks were an inch deep and intertwined together, like a blood net.
The middle-aged man's eyes were red and he said: "Fifty years ago, I was secretly tricked by a disciple and was given the Ten Thousand Calamity Pill. I suffered in pain day and night. If I didn't have a heart for refining weapons... I would have committed suicide long ago." ...It's a pity that I only have the heart to refine weapons, but I am stuck at the third level...I can't step into the weapon sect for a long time."
"I only have ten years to live... I just want to fulfill my wish before I die..."
The middle-aged man spoke in a trembling voice, slowly closing his eyes, and big tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
When people saw the middle-aged man crying, their eyes were full of sympathy for him.
When the short old man saw this, he took a deep breath and looked horrified...
"What a tragedy! My wife and son died...with only ten years left to live. But I devoted myself to pursuing the art of refining...I can't do this..." Someone sighed, shook his head and said: " I'm only a hundred years old, and I still have a lot of years left, that's all. If I come back in a hundred years and don't allow this, I won't be called a righteous person."
After saying that, the man waved his sleeves and left the place. As he was passing by Chu Cheng, an unnoticeable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This smile was difficult to detect, but Chu Cheng still noticed it.
"..."
Chu Cheng watched people walking by and then leaving, feeling a hundred thousand grass and mud horses galloping in his heart.
"It's my fault... I have my fault for all this." Chu Cheng was speechless.
He is a body of vitality and is very sensitive to vitality. This middle-aged man is near death. It is obviously full of vitality and can live for at least a thousand years.
The aura of the middle-aged man is that of a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Long life source. The wound on his chest did not come from more than fifty years ago at all, and his words were full of loopholes.
Chu Cheng stepped into the seventh-level Dan Emperor Realm and was extremely familiar with elixirs. How could you not know the Ten Thousand Tribulations Pill?
The Pill of Ten Thousand Calamities will never be restored after all calamities. It's poison elixir. It is also a high-level poison elixir, its grade has reached level five.
This elixir is extremely difficult to practice, and even the elixir master dare not try it easily for fear of being affected.
As long as the low-level monks inhale the powder into their noses, they will be tortured for thousands of eons. Causes the physical body and soul to collapse at the same time. ,
This middle-aged man said that he was poisoned by his disciples, and he was already dead and could not die again. How could it have lasted fifty years?
So, this middle-aged man is acting.
I have to say that this middle-aged man's play is too realistic, and this man is too ruthless. Just for a child... he put himself in such a miserable state.
"That's all, so what if we let him." Someone sighed again, shook his head and left.
"Yes, such a pitiful man only has ten years to live. Becoming a weapon sect is his long-cherished wish..." Someone else shook his head and sighed, looking at the middle-aged man with pity on his face, and then looked at others and said : "I consider myself a righteous person, and I feel pity for him. So why not let him go this time."
People watched this person leave, with mixed feelings for a while and didn't know what to say.
After a while, sighs came one after another.
"Forget it, come back in a hundred years. Without the guidance of Senior Bai Lu, progress will be slower. I still have thousands of years to live, so I am not in a hurry."
One person left, and two left, bringing many people along with them. In just a moment, ten people left one after another.
The remaining people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
The short old man took a deep breath, sighed helplessly, and said: "It's miserable!!! I didn't expect that besides me, there are other people who are so miserable, even worse than me... ...That's all, that's all. We are both miserable people, but you are miserable than me. Then I'll let you."
After saying that, the short old man rose into the sky and flew into the sky.
The old man's departure made many people left feel ashamed. Such miserable people gave up this opportunity, but they still refused to leave.
"I quit!"
Finally, a young man gritted his teeth and left.
"I'm quitting too!"
"Me too......."
In the blink of an eye, eight of the ten people quit. The remaining two people looked at each other, hesitation visible in each other's eyes.
"Thank you fellow Taoists for your kindness! If there is an afterlife, this kindness... will definitely be repaid!"
There was a dull thud, and the man suddenly knelt down, causing smoke and dust to fly. He bowed to the front very sincerely.
This prayer consists of three ringings. The sound was so heavy that you could hear bones hitting the ground.
When the two monks saw this scene, their expressions changed. Finally he sighed.
"Brother, take care! I hope you can become a Qi Sect in the remaining ten years!"
The two left. There were originally about twenty people standing by the small lake, but now only four people were left.
The middle-aged man who walked out of the bamboo house was shocked when he saw this scene.
Taoist Bailu recruits a weapon boy every hundred years. This is something everyone in Canghai Region knows, so every hundred years there are weapon refiners coming to sign up.
He has been following Taoist Bailu for thousands of years and has never seen anything like this.
In just a blink of an eye, more than twenty people left one after another, leaving only one person, and he was a person who was not going to die soon.
What are these things... The middle-aged man collapsed.
The next moment, his eyes fell on the man sitting in the bamboo pavilion. Feeling the aura on his body, his eyes and pupils shrank slightly.
"I've met my senior!" The middle-aged man clasped his fists and bowed.
The monk nodded and said, "I, Long Leizi, come to visit fellow Taoist Bai Lu."
"Long Leizi!!" The middle-aged man's expression changed instantly after hearing this.
Not only him, but also the man named Han was shaken.
"Long Leizi...is ranked 19th on the Immortal List...above Taoist Bailu."
People from Xianbang also came to visit Taoist Bailu.
"No, how can a person on the Immortal List be willing to be Taoist Bailu's servant?"
Long Leizi smiled slightly and said: "I have an uninvited invitation here, and I need the help of fellow Taoist Bai Lu."
As soon as he said this, the miserable man breathed a sigh of relief.
"Could it be that Senior Long Leizi wants to ask my master to help refine the realm weapon?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly.
Long Leizi nodded and said: "Yes, Long came all the way from Dongtu to the Canghai Region to ask fellow Taoist Bailu to help me refine a realm weapon."
The middle-aged man nodded and said: "I have to report this to the master. I would like to ask my senior to wait a moment."
After all, Long Leizi is not an ordinary god-transforming monk, but the nineteenth person on the Immortal List. His strength is so strong that even Taoist Bai Lu must be afraid of him.
If it were any strong man below thirty on the Immortal Ranking, the middle-aged man would dare to refuse!
But Long Leizi couldn't. Strong people like to save face. If they are rejected by a steward, they will definitely get angry. There will definitely be a rain of blood.
Long Leizi nodded and said: "Then Long is waiting for good news!"
The middle-aged man smiled, then turned his attention to the screaming man and Chu Cheng, frowned, and said, "Both Taoist friends are here to apply for the job as a weapon boy?"
"You two? Is there anyone else?" The screamed man's expression changed and he looked around. Except for Long Leizi and the middle-aged man, no one else was found.
Suddenly, the screaming man thought of something, turned his head suddenly, and saw a man in white standing behind him.
"You...you...why haven't you left yet!" The man screamed and suddenly showed a sad look on his face.
Chu Cheng looked at the man and the maggots squirming on his chest, speechless.
He had never seen a monk be so shameless.
Monks are immortals in the eyes of mortals. Immortals have vast supernatural powers and are free in the vast world. They are the beliefs of mortals.
But if this person was seen by a mortal, he would definitely be shocked.
This is not an immortal, he is clearly a rogue in the mortal world.
This miserable man is a Nascent Soul cultivator and can even be the ancestor of a medium-sized sect.
But he did it in such a despicable way. Among the twenty-odd people, at least seven or eight of them were hired by this person. Even the short old man...
The man looked at Chu Cheng and said miserably: "I'm so miserable, why don't you let me go?"
Chu Cheng frowned and was about to shake his head and speak when he heard the middle-aged steward speak.
"The master has not been refining weapons for a thousand years, and he is devoted to cultivating. He wants to break the bottleneck. Therefore, every hundred years, he will recruit a boy to help take care of trivial matters. The period of one hundred years is used as a period, and during this period, he will be given guidance on how to refine weapons."
The middle-aged man paused and said again: "I was the servant boy a hundred years ago. Now that a hundred years have passed, I need someone new to take my place and serve my master."
Upon hearing this, Chu Cheng's eyes flashed and he thought to himself.
"I haven't refined a weapon for anyone for thousands of years. Now I am only in the realm of Jindan. I am not as good as Long Leizi, who is ranked 19th on the Immortal List. I may not even be able to meet Taoist Bailu, and I will be rejected by this middle-aged man... ."
Chu Cheng's eyes flashed and he decided to become a child first and make plans.
"Only one of you two can become the new child." The middle-aged man spoke while focusing on the screaming man.
After hearing what happened to this man, the middle-aged manager was very sympathetic. He only had ten years left to live, but he still pursued the art of weapon refining.
"That's it, just grant this person's wish."
The middle-aged steward shook his head and was about to speak.
However, the next moment, the middle-aged steward was stunned for a moment, and then his breathing became rapid.
Chu Cheng opened his mouth slightly and said through a message: "One million top-quality spiritual stones, give me this quota."
