MTL - In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?-Chapter 39 Chasing evil, martial arts (please read)
Chapter 39 Chasing the evil, martial arts (please read it)
Come out of the mountains.
Watch all the way to the mountain pass.
Chen Lin saw many people gathering in the small village from a distance.
Instantly reminded him of the previous situation when everyone was looking for Lao Chai’s body.
He hurried back.
As expected, the hunters standing in the middle all looked familiar. They were the same hunters who had previously offered to go into the mountains to look for corpses.
Uncle Ping, who just came back last night, and the male owner of the herb collecting family were also present.
Everyone in the field was staring at the ground in front of them. There was a piece of cloth covering the snow, and they could vaguely see the shape of a human being.
“Here, Lao Chai found it?”
Chen Lin walked over, and the others raised their heads when they heard the voice and nodded slightly.
“Yes, I found it.” A middle-aged Orion sighed, with some tears and sadness in his eyes.
He pointed.
You can also see a few black fingers peeking out from the edge of the cover.
"Lao Chai was bitten by the Ghost Tooth Pig and was poisoned to death after being injured. He wanted to go out of the mountain at that time, but he couldn't get out. He fell down halfway and couldn't get up, and he was soon buried in the snow. "
“It must have been a long time ago, and maybe I didn’t hit that little ghost-toothed pig at that time...”
Everyone was talking to each other, and they quickly determined that Lao Chai should be the first person to encounter the Ghost Tooth Pig, but he was not lucky enough to catch this fate, and instead ruined his own life.
Chen Lin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that there was actually a ghost-toothed pig here.
He sighed and puffed up a puff of white mist.
Although he has little contact with Lao Chai, he is also a lonely and miserable man.
Uncle Ping stood up at this time, hesitated and took out twenty copper coins from his arms and handed them to the middle-aged hunter: "I just looked at Lao Chai's belongings, and there is nothing to sell. Give him this little money." Buy a mat and wrap it up."
The coffin is certainly unaffordable.
Even a thin-skinned coffin costs one tael of silver.
It’s worth a roe deer.
Chen Lin also went back to the house and took slightly more than Uncle Ping. The bag contained about a hundred copper coins. He usually didn't keep much money after selling snakes, so he exchanged it for various daily necessities.
"Let's use this money to buy some other things to make Lao Chai more decent."
The middle-aged Orion took it with a heavy expression.
He used to have a good relationship with Lao Chai's two sons. He even risked encountering a tiger by going into the mountains with Lao Chai to help pick up the bodies of his two sons.
In a blink of an eye, the black-haired man was sent away, and the white-haired man was sent away.
…
Lao Chai's body was parked in his own house.
The middle-aged hunter took the money and went to the county town. One of his friends stayed outside while the others dug holes first.
Uncle Ping, who had dark skin, sighed, glanced at the gray sky, and tightened his clothes.
Then he said to Chen Lin:
“It’s not peaceful recently. We lost the battle outside and the price of food in the city has risen again.”
“By the way, do you still remember Ah Lin, the son of that bad gambler Asheng?”
Chen Lin's ears twitched and his face remained calm. He had already guessed what Uncle Ping was going to say.
He nodded:
“Remember, what’s wrong?”
“I entered the city this morning and heard in the mountain market that Asheng came home from gambling this morning and saw his son lying on the ground dead!”
“There was a big commotion at that time, and even people from the martial arts school came. Some people said it was a brain disease, and some people said it was caused by force..."
“What happened in the end?” Chen Lin asked.
Uncle Ping said: "Anyway, we can't find anyone. The people in the martial arts school said they wanted to track down the murderer, and the people in the government said he was sick. Everyone is talking about their own things."
“Then what did Uncle Sheng say?”
"A Sheng? Ha! He is a heartless person. I guess he is already thinking about organizing funerals and recruiting people!"
“Ah Lin, remember, if Ah Sheng comes to find trouble for this matter, just give me some money, but not more.”
"Otherwise, that person will be gambling with it by then!" "This man is hopeless, follow, follow... alas!"
Uncle Ping was quite excited and almost said the remaining half of what he meant, "Just like your father."
Halfway through speaking, the door behind Uncle Ping suddenly opened halfway, and Auntie pressed the little carrot that was curious to look out, and leaned out:
“The food is ready.”
“Alin, come and have something with your Uncle Ping!”
"good!"
…
After lunch, the middle-aged hunter also came back with something.
In addition to the money given by Chen Lin and Uncle Heping, there were also many familiar hunters in the county who chipped in some.
The money for the coffin is still not enough.
But it’s enough money to pay for the tombstones of Lao Chai’s family. The tombstone carved with Yin wood can last ten years, and it will be delivered in a few days.
“Ten years is actually enough. I don’t know how many people will still remember Lao Chai’s family by then.”
The middle-aged Orion sighed and burned some paper money and incense candles.
With no energy to do anything else, everyone hastily buried the old firewood into the pit, filled it with soil, and then piled it into the shape of a grave. This was the end of their lives.
Let’s disperse.
Chen Lin also returned to his home.
The strange stone brought back from the ice cave was still sitting quietly in the clay pot. He took it out with a layer of mana wrapped in his hand.
But in my heart, I was thinking about the news that Uncle Ping had just brought.
“The martial arts school where Chen Xiangyuan became a disciple wanted to track down the murderer.”
"It's just that they thought it was a powerful warrior who killed someone, but they didn't know that it was actually a spell..."
This is normal.
This is the world of martial arts, and martial arts masters have no concept of talismans at all.
No matter how outrageous the cause of death was, it would only be attributed to martial arts. Who would have thought that there would be a young monk cultivating immortality behind him?
“According to last night’s test, the spell still works on those who have entered the martial arts, but those people are too fast and may be avoided, and the effect does not take long...”
Chen Lin held the blue stone in his hand and was considering it carefully in his heart.
If I were to make a sneak attack now, I would definitely have no problem against the last powerful warrior.
If you are well prepared, it won't be a problem to sneak attack several of them.
But if it comes out in the open, it’s hard to say.
His most lethal method now is the initial Qi refining spell "Gengjin Little Sword Jue", which is suitable for the first to third levels of Qi refining. It is used by him daily to cut meat, stones and various things...
“It’s still not safe!”
“Keep hiding!”
“It’s better to put on another layer of disguise…”
With this in mind, Chen Lin put the stone back into the pot and took out last night's harvest from under the bed.
"Essentials of the Flying Bear Boxing Sutra", "Eight Gates Pigua", "Tiger and Crane Double Shape", "Qingyun Wandering Dragon Body".
Three methods of boxing and one method of body movement.
The Flying Bear Boxing among them was practiced by Chen Xiangyuan.
Chen Lin opened the book first, and when he saw the practice requirements, the figure of Chen Xiangyuan immediately appeared in his mind.
“Tall people with strong hands and feet are more suitable to get used to this.”
“No wonder, the man who blocked me in the mountains before was also tall.”
Compare the difference in stature between yourself and Chen Xiangyuan.
Although he is not short, he is even quite tall in the surrounding area.
In his previous life, he could have been 1.78 meters tall, but it was still far from Chen Xiangyuan's height of nearly 2 meters.
He definitely can't practice this boxing technique.
“But it should be fine for martial arts literacy…”
(End of this chapter)
