At dawn, Jin Minzhong finally stumbled out of the woods, exhausted.
Although he is a survivor, he actually doesn't know much more information than those who died.
After seeing his uncle and several people around him being crushed by the body of the big snake, he left all sympathy and useless things behind.
Jin Minzhong just kept running away, passing through the jungle with tangled roots, crawling over the chaotic and sharp piles of rocks, tripping and being caught by something in the middle.
However, Jin Minzhong didn't care at all. He would throw away those who tripped and chop off those caught with the machete in his hand.
Occasionally, he heard the screams of a few people, but he couldn't tell whether they were near or far, whether they were from the expedition team or his companions from the Kingdom of Koryo.
He was just numb, cruelly clearing away all the obstacles in front of him, and ran forward panting.
Whoops! Whoops!
Jin Minzhong pushed down a pile of weeds and felt that his lungs were about to explode. Every time he took a breath, there was a stinging pain in his chest.
Just when he felt pain, there was suddenly a small sound in the grass behind him, rapid and messy.
[Is it that snake? 】
Jin Minzhong immediately stood up and raised the machete in front of him. His eyes were wide open, his body was tense, and his calves were trembling slightly.
"Brother Min Zhong..."
A head emerged from between the leaves and branches. It had a green face and looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.
He was an orphan and had no formal name. The people in the porter team called him Coyotito.
On weekdays in the team, Coyotito always walks around Jin Minzhong and listens to him telling interesting stories and anecdotes about the streets.
After Coyotito said hello, several people emerged from behind him.
These guys are also Koreans, but they are not that familiar with Jin Minzhong.
At this moment, their faces were all pale. They were obviously frightened and had run a lot, so that they were just as exhausted as Jin Minzhong.
"Brother Minzhong, there is a lot of blood on you."
After Coyotito approached him, he couldn't help but worry.
"Oh these..."
Jin Minzhong's voice was so low that only he could hear it, "It's not my blood."
Only then did he observe himself carefully. The rough linen clothes were almost covered with amber-colored bruises. I am afraid that his face was also covered with blood at this moment, otherwise the eyes of his companions would not be so fearful when they looked at him, as if they were watching him. Staring at some evil spirit.
After a few people rested for a while, Coyotito asked: "Brother Minzhong, what should we do next?"
"What do you ask me to do? How do I know what to do?"
Jin Minzhong originally wanted to answer this way, but several other people also looked at him eagerly.
Obviously, these people are all careless. These honest farmers who only know how to work on weekdays only regard Jin Minzhong as their current hope and leader, hoping that he can point out a clear way and lead them to escape.
Jin Minzhong couldn't help but sigh. It wasn't that he was unhappy with the current situation, but that if he didn't do anything and allowed these people to run around without a leader, it seemed that even he himself would be in trouble.
What's more, in such a dangerous situation, it is too difficult to escape by one person's strength.
So after looking around and hesitating for a while, he made up his mind.
"Let's go to the other side of the mountain."
After Jin Minzhong finished speaking, he turned around, only to find that the people behind him were looking at him in surprise, with some fear in their expressions.
"What's wrong? I told you to go to the other side of the mountain, to our last camp, and find some food there, and maybe bring some wine and salt with you." He warned again.
However, everyone still stared at him without responding, and seemed to be more aware of the current situation.
Everyone else tried their best to suppress and hide their expressions, except Coyotito. He was too young and didn't know how to hide and disguise, so he put on a mask for himself.
So the frightened expression on his face and the widened eyes showed his fear.
The source of this fear comes from Jin Minzhong.
Jin Minzhong soon realized this, and he swallowed the remaining words into his throat as if he was dumb.
After a pause, when he spoke again, his voice and tone became that of another person.
"The divine power of Lord Taibai has finally completely dissipated. At this moment, Changbai Mountain has become a land without an owner. It is the time for me to appear."
After saying this, Jin Minzhong was more surprised than those who heard it, because it was neither his voice nor what he wanted to say.
He originally just wanted to tell everyone where to go, nothing more.
But now...
Just when he was about to explain, another inexplicable words came out of his mouth.
"Help me get to the palace. When you get there, all of you will be rewarded. The supreme reward you won't be able to get if you can't cultivate in nine lifetimes." He added.
"Brother Minzhong..." Coyotito stammered, "Are you Brother Minzhong?"
"Wrong, my name is Kui Qingshan, and you are allowed to call me Mr. Kui."
If Yin Xiu were here, he would immediately remember that this was the ghost fairy he defeated in Xiaoli Village, Feng Shui Master Kui Qingshan.
However, these people were not Yin Xiu, so when they heard this name, they were just stunned and frightened.
"Master Kui..." Someone suddenly shouted.
The machete slashed across the man's neck, and a fountain sprayed out from the man's neck. Black blood spurted onto several people, making them scream in terror. Their feet were weak and weak, and some people fell to the ground.
"Why, why? Jin Minzhong, what are you doing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person who asked the question was chopped down with a knife again. Blood gushed out from the wound. He whimpered and groaned a few times and then died immediately.
"I told you, you have to call me Mr. Kui."
Jin Minzhong, or rather Kui Qingshan, was slowly wiping the rusty machete and draining away the blood on it.
While he was cleaning the dirt on the knife, the two men screamed, struggled left and right, and staggered out.
Kui Qingshan raised his eyes and glanced at them. He sneered and made two random gestures with his machete in the air. Then a terrifying wound appeared on the back of the two escaping people and they fell suddenly.
"Brother Minzhong, why is this?"
Coyotito's face turned pale at this time and he couldn't stand up, staring at Kui Qingshan.
"If, if you want us to help you go to some palace, why do you want to kill us? Now I am the only one left here. If you kill me too, no one will really be able to help you."
Coyotito tried to organize his words, trying to survive the butcher's machete, racking his brains. After hearing his question, Kui Qingshan stopped the extended knife in mid-air, but he asked with great confusion: "Aren't you already helping me?"
"What!?"
Coyotito yelled, obviously not knowing what Kui Qingshan was talking about.
"I mean, you guys have helped me a lot."
Kui Qingshan picked his ears with his little finger, obviously dissatisfied with Coyotito's rude yelling.
He looked at his body, nodded and said: "This body is exactly what I want, and it is also consistent with my destiny. If I had known that it would be such a convenience, I wouldn't have to follow him when I was in Xiaoli Village. Those Taoist priests fought hard, leaving me with no help.
Speaking of which, this is because I am not strong enough to move around, and I am not well-informed, otherwise I would not have caused so many troubles. ”
Kui Qingshan shook his head and looked at Coyotito who seemed to have been waiting for his answer for a long time.
"As for me saying that you are already helping me, I am not lying, because now that you are dead, your flesh and blood and soul are helping me to rebuild the tools and assistance of the Dharma body. Although the Taoist priest did not kill me, he My soul is scattered, so I need some help to rebuild my body.”
"So we become a support and a tool, right?"
Coyotito didn't expect Kui Qingshan's answer.
Although he is young and has not seen many things, he has been working as a porter for several years.
When he was less than the height of the pole, he had already joined the team of porters doing some lifting things.
He was used to seeing the life at the bottom of this world, and occasionally saw the luxury of wealthy businessmen and big shots at close range.
Those explorers, biologists, and geographers all wore shirts, hats, and occasionally a pair of sunglasses and telescopes. Each one was fully armed and seemed ready to go through hardships and climb thousands of mountains. All risks.
But in reality?
These great travelers and explorers just sit on sedan chairs and let the porters carry them on their shoulders to go into the mountains.
If they were willing, they wouldn't even have to carry the little canvas bag on their backs, and they could just hand everything to the porter.
However, whenever something is discovered, these people write books and biographies, and become famous, and everyone comes to congratulate them, congratulate them, and witness their achievements, no one will think of these porters.
Obviously they were responsible for nearly 90% of the work and overcame difficulties and obstacles. They were given a bottle of water and a piece of bread.
Without the work of these porters, those people who climbed to any peak, planted flags, and erected monuments would probably have rolled back in despair halfway through, never daring to look at those high mountains and deep forests again in this life.
However, Coyotito's father was still alive at that time, and he didn't care about what he had or didn't have. No honor or reputation was as practical and cost-effective as a piece of steamed bun or a plate of kimchi.
Therefore, at this moment, when Kui Qingshan called him a tool, Xiaozizi didn't feel angry, only a kind of despair that he had resigned himself to his fate.
In this world, it seems normal that some people climb to the top with their heads raised, while others bend down and carry their hands on their shoulders.
After a pause, he no longer resisted, but asked: "What about the reward? Are you lying to us about the reward you said you won't get in nine lifetimes?"
"What are these words?"
Kui Qingshan frowned, quite dissatisfied with Coyotito's words.
"How can an immortal lie to others? I said there is a reward, so of course there is a reward, and it is indeed impossible to cultivate in nine lifetimes."
"Please forgive me, my family is poor, I haven't read a book, so I can't guess."
Coyotito was a little apologetic, "So, please..."
"I know what you mean, you want to know what the reward is, right?"
Kui Qingshan crossed his hands and wiped the hatchet on his sleeve. He didn't know whether he was wiping the blood on it with his clothes or dyeing the hatchet even redder.
"Do you know what is the best thing for a person?"
"Eat enough food and get a wife." Coyotito murmured.
He was already thinking about the reward at this time.
Even if the immortal master told him in the end that this was not a reward he could get while alive, it didn't matter.
Because if someone in the village dies, everyone will just say that he enjoyed good fortune and became a Buddha.
At first, Coyotito ran with everyone because he wanted to live, but now it was obviously impossible to live, so he could only think about things after death.
The rewards mentioned by this immortal master should only be available after death. In this case, whether or not you die is indeed not a very important matter.
It is said that when a person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, those who die first may enjoy the blessings before him.
"Then tell me, have my father and the others become Buddhas and enjoy blessings in heaven at this moment?"
"What?"
Kui Qingshan didn't hear clearly and just talked to himself.
"What is the best reward for a person? Let me tell you.
For people, the best thing is to be unborn, and the second best thing is to die immediately. ”
Kui Qingshan approached him and put the hatchet on Coyotito's neck, "How about it, are you ready to receive the reward?"
"Then I understand, Master Immortal, this is indeed the best reward."
It can't be said that he was disappointed, nor anything else. Coyotito just felt enlightened in a daze, as if he had cleared the clouds and seen the green mountains.
However, the green mountains and green waters did not make him excited or proud, it just made him feel: Oh, so there is such a place.
Although he was surprised, that was all.
So before Kui Qingshan could take action, Xiaozizi twisted his neck, and a blood mark appeared on his neck. The blood sprayed out like a fountain, splashing all over Yuan Qingshan's feet.
"Very good. If only everyone in the world were as smart as you, we would save a lot of trouble and entanglement."
Kui Qingshan threw the machete into the grass, wiped the blood on the tree trunk next to him, and wiped his hands.
"Yin Xiu, Ma Xiaoyu, Ren Qi, Liu Banxian..."
Kui Qingshan recited the names of several people silently, and then said with a smile: "You think you are smart, but in fact you are just stuck in some kind of struggle and entanglement.
If this is the case, you really need me to give you some guidance, except for your inner demons. ”
He wasn't quite used to this body at the moment, but the real feeling of being like a world away made him quite excited.
As long as he entered the palace in Changbai Mountain and gained authority, the transcendence he expected would be right before his eyes.
The wind in Changbai Mountain is a bit cold. (End of chapter)