Chapter 212: Millet's Past Life 3

"Old age is also a disease?"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are all diseases, and the difference is only in the fast and slow. IYOUGE.COM this elixir, although it cannot cure it, can be delayed. Eat it. Don't let Master find out! The man urged, almost stamping his foot.

"Master?" Xiaomi thought to herself, could it be that this person is Zajia's apprentice?

Xiaomi was thinking like this, and a very stern voice came from behind the alchemy furnace: "Ziyu, Zifei, what are you doing?" โ€

The man was startled, hurriedly took his hand back, hid the elixir in the palm of his hand, and whispered in horror: "Oops, Master is here!" โ€

Mi followed the voice and saw a man who was not much older than the man walked out, his hair was scattered, his clothes were loose, and his eyes were as bright as a flame in an alchemy furnace.

Ma Xiucai? Xiaomi was overjoyed.

But soon she felt that something was wrong. Ma Xiucai is obviously in his forties, but this "Ma Xiucai" looks in his twenties. Take a closer look, although this "Ma Xiucai" looks very similar to the Ma Xiucai she knows, there is still a slight difference between the eyebrows. Like father and son, like brothers.

"Master." The man shouted respectfully.

"Ma Xiucai" nodded and asked, "Zifei, did you give Ziyu the pill again?" โ€

Only then did Xiaomi know that the person's name was "Zifei". She was stunned, could it be that they regarded me as a "sub-fish"?

Zifei saw through it, and stretched out his hand to return the pill to "Ma Xiucai".

"Ma Xiucai" took the elixir, crushed the elixir with his fingers, and then sprinkled the end of the elixir like sand, and sighed: "Mr. Guigu has admitted that this method cannot refine the elixir of immortality. It's useless for you to feed the subfish. As I said earlier, cultivation lies in oneself, and you don't listen. โ€

Zifei was surprised: "Mr. Guigu's method is not effective? โ€

"Ma Xiucai" nodded and said, "Yes." The emperor was very angry when he heard the news, so Xu Fu, a disciple of Mr. Guigu, said that there were three immortal mountains in the East China Sea, named Penglai, Abbot, and Yingzhou. Immortals live on the fairy mountain. If one eats the elixir they refine, one will be able to live forever. The emperor turned his anger into joy and ordered Xu Fu, a disciple of Mr. Guigu, to go to the East China Sea to find the elixir of immortality. Xu Fu begged the emperor to send him five hundred boys and girls to go to the East China Sea together, and the emperor agreed. โ€

"Xu Fu is a close disciple of Mr. Guigu, and he is well versed in Mr. Guigu's cultivation path, so he should get what he wants, right?" Zifei said.

"Ma Xiucai" shook his head and sighed: "I'm afraid it's gone forever." โ€

Zifei had a dejected expression on his face. It seems that he is hopeful about the art of immortality and is unwilling to accept such a reality.

"Ma Xiucai" was silent for a moment, and said in a heavy tone: "The list of five hundred boys and girls has been determinedโˆฎ and the name of the fish is one of them. โ€

Zifei was dumbfounded. He glanced at Millet nervously and fearfully.

"Ma Xiucai" raised his head and closed his eyes. He also seemed to have a hard time accepting it.

Xiaomi finally couldn't help but shout tentatively: "Ma Xiucai? Are you Ma Xiucai? She raised her hand to grab "Ma Xiucai", and unexpectedly found that there was no bloodshot in the bloodshot jade bracelet she was wearing! The jade bracelet is completely transparent, as if it is water wrapped around the hand.

Suddenly, there was a chime sound.

The surroundings immediately darkened, and "Ma Xiucai" and Zifei fell into the dark abyss and disappeared without a trace. Xiaomi panicked for a while, looking left and right, it was pitch black. Only the flame in the place of the alchemy furnace remained, but it became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller, and finally shrunk into a red dot.

"Ma Xiucai? Where have you been? Millet shouted.

"Looks like you've remembered." Zajia's voice rang out.

Xiao fixed his eyes and returned to the house, and the red dot was the incense he had lit before leaving. And the white night was still in her arms.

"Was it just a dream?" Millet rubbed her eyes. The scene just now was too real to feel like a dream at all.

Za Jia said with a smile: "Dreams are both ethereal and real. That's what you experienced in your past life. Do you remember? He lit a candle as thin as a bean, so that the two could only see each other, and there was still darkness around them.

"It's just a dream that feels very real," Millet said. โ€

Zajia handed the candle in his hand to Xiaomi, lit the same candle, and said, "The candle in your hand is the current you." The candle in my hand is you in your previous life. โ€

Then, Zajia snuffed out the candle in his hand with his fingers and said, "There is a saying that death is like a lamp going out." But you see, there's still smoke after the lights go out. โ€

Millet looked at the candle in the hand of the sitting Jia, and sure enough, there was a thin gauze of smoke on the wick.

He struck a match and lowered the flame of the match under the smoke. The smoke was ignited, like the lead of a firecracker, and the wick was rekindled!

"You see, as long as you ignite its smoke, it can rekindle. The scene you saw just now is the memory of my past life that I ignited for you. โ€

Xiaomi stretched out his finger to extinguish the candle of Zajia, and said, "The scene just now flashed by, and it was extinguished before I could figure out the situation." โ€

With a questioning expression, Zaja asked, "Didn't the scene just now revive your alayya?" โ€

Millet shook her head. She saw a face similar to Ma Xiucai, but there was another person she didn't know at all. Moreover, she didn't know what "Ma Xiucai" and Zifei were talking about. When she was in Thrush Village, she heard Ma Xiucai say that during the Qin Dynasty, a man named Xu Fu took five hundred boys and girls to the East China Sea to search for immortals, but she didn't know what happened just now had anything to do with those things in ancient times, and what connection it had with her previous life.

She looked down at the jade bracelet on her hand, and the blood was obvious.

She thought to herself, how could the jade bracelet she saw just now be bloodless? Could it be that the scene I just saw was really my memory from a thousand years ago? At that time, was this jade bracelet not bloodshot? She couldn't give herself an answer.

Xiaomi's hesitant expression was shrewdly sat in Jia Quan's eyes. He asked in surprise, "You're starting to suspect that it was your memories of your past life, right?" โ€

"It's doubtful, but not sure." Millet said.

Za Jia said: "It stands to reason that after you experienced the scene just now, you should remember all the things in that life, even if you can't remember everything immediately, you should always know what it looks like." โ€

"I want to be like you too. But I don't really remember anything. Xiaomi is also helpless.

Zajia frowned and said, "In this way, your memory must have been imprisoned by someone. So even if you can remember the first two or three lives, you can't remember the events of that life. โ€

"What happened to me in that life?" Xiaomi asked.

Sitting Jia spread his hands and said, "How do I know?" I can sell you memories, but I can't enter your dreams and see your memories. It's like I'm going to sell you a string of jewelry, but I'm not going to wear those jewelry. โ€

Mi had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Then how did you get my memory?" โ€

Zajia is a businessman in the yin and yang world, who pours things from the yang world to the underworld to sell, and from the underworld to the yang world to sell, and he has nothing of his own. Therefore, Xiaomi thinks that the dream just now was also obtained from someone else.

Sitting on Jia Zhiwu, speechless.

Xiaomi asked again.

"I'm just a pure businessman, I just want to do business, I won't plot your life, and I won't help others harm people." So you don't care where I got it, just see if it's worth it. If you are interested in buying, then our business continues. If you think I'm lying to you or hurting you, you can always decline the trade. โ€

"If you tell me who you got it from, it might help me remember my past life. That way, I'll buy more memories. You say, don't you? โ€

"I'm afraid I can't tell you." โ€

Millet got up from her chair and said, "Since that's the case, then I don't want it." She was about to leave.

Seeing that she was leaving, Zai Jia said anxiously: "I can't hide it, someone else entrusted me to sell these memories to you." โ€

"Someone else's commission?" Xiaomi was surprised.

"Yes. The man said his name was Zifei. โ€

"The person in my dream just now?" Xiaomi was even more surprised. A person in a dream can actually entrust someone else to contact her?

Za Jia was also slightly surprised, and asked, "The person in the dream just now?" โ€

"yes. In the dream I had just now, there was a person named 'Zifei'. But I don't know him. โ€

Zajia suddenly realized: "I finally understand why he sold this memory to you!" It turns out that he is the person you have seen in your previous life! โ€

Then, Zajia said that he was originally a businessman who sat in the store and waited for business to come to his door, and did not often go out to sell. But one day, a man dressed as a Taoist priest came to his shop and begged him to do something. He didn't look very old, in his early twenties, but he had the smell of fairy wind bones. He sells what he thinks is very valuable, and asks Jia to sell one of his memories to a designated person. The designated person is Millet from the Dog Meat House.

Zajia has been in the ghost business for so many years, and most of them sell things they think are valuable to him, so that he can resell them to people or ghosts who need them. For the first time, he saw someone who wanted to sell his stuff to someone.

Not only that, but he also specified that he wanted to buy back a blood-silk jade bracelet, and other jade bracelets were not wanted. And the owner of that jade bracelet is also millet.

Doing business is like this, the more precise the need, the higher the price. The more things can be replaced, the more the price can't go up. What this Taoist priest wants is too precise.

Although the Taoist priest promised to give an excellent return, he still did not agreeโ–ฒ Jia Yi was afraid of smashing the signboard that he had been operating for many years, and if that millet did not agree, he had no choice; The second is that he is worried about borrowing a knife to kill people, and the ghosts in the underworld are jealous of the people in the yang world and often want to use him to harm others.

Za Jia thinks that the Taoist priest wants to sell the memory to Xiaomi, and also to get the jade bracelet back from Xiaomi, maybe it is something to do with Xiaomi, and the Taoist priest himself is not easy to do, so he borrowed Za Jia's hand to retaliate.

But as long as he didn't agree, the Taoist priest would come to his shop every day.

Moved by his sincerity, Zajia decided to give it a try for him, but the price of the requested return had increased several times.

The Taoist priest agreed, not only was he not angry because of Za Jia's robbery, but he was also grateful to Za Jia.

Zajia was much more shrewd, he didn't immediately go to Xiaomi, indicating that he wanted to sell her some memories and exchange her blood-silk jade bracelet.