CH 68

The problem of lifespan has always troubled everyone, and now the answer to this problem is in Li Huowang's hands.

Never mind how something like Yangshou can be materialized.

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

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

Following the guidance of You Lao Ye, Li Huowang raised the gourd in his hand and aimed it at the sun in the sky.

After a while, the gourd split open like a flower petal from the mouth.

Six round balls, each with a faintly golden "shou" character, rolled slowly in the green sticky liquid.

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

He held it tightly in his fingers, and according to You Lao Ye's explanation, this Yangshou thing would dissipate if it touched any of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, or earth, and would be lost if dropped on the ground.

This one represents a year of an ordinary person's lifespan, but it is very precious.

When exposed to sunlight, these solid lifespans began to gradually dissipate, emitting some yellow smoke that made people shudder.

As Li Huowang gently pressed it, the thing disappeared into his hand.

Suddenly, Li Huowang felt much lighter all over his body, as he had gained one year of lifespan.

"If I keep taking this thing, won't I live forever?"

Li Huowang quickly dismissed this unrealistic idea.

Thinking of what Li Zhi had said before, it's not difficult to guess that these lifespans are the "tea money" that the immortals want.

Li Zhi must have done many difficult things to save up this lifespan, and if it were that easy, he wouldn't have aged so much.

The only use for these lifespans is probably to feed You Lao Ye.

Li Huowang was about to take out the remaining five and absorb them directly.

But when his fingers touched the lifespan balls, Li Huowang suddenly stopped.

"Can this thing be used as currency in this world?"

As the saying goes, time is money, and money can't buy time. But what if money can really buy time?

"No matter in the mortal world or among those cultivators, the value of this thing is probably very high. It's too much of a waste to absorb it like this. I must make good use of it."

Li Huowang withdrew his hand from the gourd and watched as the grotesque mouth slowly closed under the shade of the tree.

He picked up the gourd and walked towards the carriage, tying it to his waist with a rope and continuing to search through his package.However, Li Huowang didn't find anything valuable.

A semi-old piece of clothing, two pairs of shoes with unfinished soles, some needles and thread, and a few clay statues of household gods.

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This was all that Li Zhi owned, all of his possessions.

Seeing this, Li Huowang couldn't help feeling a bit sad. The power of the immortals didn't give Li Zhi a better life, but instead made him live even more frugally than an ordinary person.

It would be very easy to use the power of the immortals to get money for Li Zhi, but those immortals might not do so.

They only wanted an obedient slave to collect Yang energy for them, and didn't care about how the slave lived.

Li Zhi was right, being a spirit medium was not a job for humans.

"Senior Li, can I have these?" A young Taoist with snot running down his face stared straight at the clay statues.

After all, these people were still children, and as long as they were children, they were all playful.

Li Huowang shook his head and picked up the clay figures, placing them on the side of the road. "These things are not clean."

The sound of the donkey cart wheels kept ringing as they rolled forward.

Before, Li Zhi had tricked Li Huowang, but there was one thing he didn't deceive him about: the next part of the road was really rugged, and there was really no other place to rest halfway.

So they walked on the muddy road for more than ten days, and finally saw a small town.

Even though it was drizzling, it didn't stop the exhausted faces of the people from showing joy.

"I can finally sleep in a bed. This journey really wore me out," complained a one-armed man in the crowd.

He didn't really have one arm, only one of his arms was normal, while the other was the size of a baby's.

Li Huowang's gaze moved away from the map in his hand. "We'll rest here for two days, and when the rain stops, we'll continue."

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

As Li Huowang and the others entered the town, they found that many carts and single-wheeled carts were driving out of the town.

There were only a few people with carts, and more people were walking.

These people were wearing raincoats, carrying bamboo baskets with yellow paper and small bowls of meat and fish, silently driving outward with a sad expression.

"What happened? Is something happening in the town?" Li Huowang asked instinctively.

"Senior Li, today is Qingming Festival, they are going to sweep graves."

"Qingming Festival has come so quickly?" Li Huowang muttered to himself.

There were several stalls set up on the side of the road in the town, selling yellow paper, gold ingots, and paper people and paper cows. Business was good.Li Huowang didn't want to break his promise to Li Zhi.

But he stood there holding the paper money and treasure candle, unsure of how to burn them for the deceased Li Zhi.

"Senior brother, leave it to me. I know what I'm doing," Gouwa boasted, patting his flat chest.

Soon they arrived at the crossroads in town, where many people were burning paper money for their loved ones in the afterlife.

Gouwa took out his knife and drew a circle on the ground, leaving a gap in the direction of Li Zhi's burial site.

The yellow paper was lit within the white circle and gradually burned to ashes.

As Gouwa burned the paper, he shouted loudly, "The first one is for Li Zhi! The second one is for his wife! Whoever dares to steal it is a son of a bitch! They'll be a beast in their next life!"

"What's the point of shouting like that?" Li Huowang put his gold ingot into the fire.

"It works, it definitely works! My uncle taught me this. If we shout like this, the wandering ghosts won't dare to steal our offerings." Gouwa said confidently.

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

This made the others around him feel uneasy, and they looked at each other.

Gouwa hugged himself and tried to calm his goosebumps.

"Hey, Li senior brother, you're scaring us. Don't say things like that during Qingming Festival. When people die, they definitely become ghosts and go to the underworld to be reincarnated. That's a fact," Gouwa said.

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

"Because...my great-aunt told me. She's 94 years old and knows everything."