Asking about longevity

Zhang Lan felt that the dark history of his monastic life was added to the dark history of his monastic life by the child Mo Hua.

He was on guard as if he were facing a formidable enemy, but across from him was a young monk at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

What a shame!

Zhang Lan couldn't help complaining: "What are you doing, a big kid like you, running into the mountains?!"

"I come to the mountains to do a lot of things: draw maps, set up formations, collect demon blood, find spices, collect herbs, mine minerals..."

Mo Hua clasped his fingers and counted each item one by one to Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan's head got bigger, "Okay, okay, I understand."

This is all a mess.

Zhang Lan didn't believe it in his heart. Is Daheishan a place where a child can come...

As a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, he has to be careful when entering the mountain, let alone Mo Hua, a young monk at the fifth level of Qi refining.

What's more, based on Zhang Lan's understanding of ink painting, although this child has a good talent for formations, he is naturally weak. If he encounters any monster, he will definitely be taken away and beaten to death.

What about setting up arrays to collect herbs? Isn’t this nonsense...

Zhang Lan didn't believe it.

But he also knew that Mo Hua was a bit evil and it was difficult to judge based on normal monastic knowledge.

So even though he didn't believe it, he didn't say anything.

The two people behind him were still immersed in shock and didn't even listen to what Mo Hua was saying.

Their unseen appearance made Zhang Lan feel better, and he felt that he had saved some face.

Mo Hua glanced at the two people behind Zhang Lan and asked: "Who is this sister?"

"There's a difference in seniority." Zhang Lan said, "I need to call her aunt."

The female cultivator's eyes were like daggers, she gouged out Zhang Lan, then turned to the ink painting and said with a pleasant look:

"My sister's surname is Situ, and her name is only Fang. Don't listen to your Uncle Zhang, just call me sister."

Zhang Lan was speechless.

Mo Hua sweetly called "Sister".

Situ Fang suddenly smiled.

The man next to him said with an arrogant expression: "My name is Situ Xiu."

Mo Hua said "Oh" perfunctorily.

Zhang Lan couldn't help but said to Mo Hua:

"Go and wash your face quickly and see what you look like. You are so gray and gray."

He was so frightened by Mo Hua's appearance just now that his heart went cold, and now he was still a little uncomfortable looking at it.

Mo Hua found a creek and washed his face.

The dirty little face immediately turned red and white, like a porcelain doll.

Situ Fang took a few more glances and couldn't help but praise: "What a picturesque face, how good-looking!"

"Thank you sister, you look good too!"

Mo Hua praised him politely.

Situ Fang's face burst into laughter.

Zhang Lan sighed and said to Mo Hua: "It's getting late, why don't you go back first."

Situ Fang also nodded, "There are monsters in the mountains. It's not safe for you to stay here. Do you want my sister to take you down the mountain?"

Zhang Lan couldn't help but roll his eyes at Situ Fang, "Have you forgotten the business?"

Situ Fang was a little confused.

Mo Hua asked curiously: "What are you doing in the mountains?"

"Daoting driver's secret, I can't tell you."

"Looking for someone, right?"

Zhang Lan had a headache, "How did you know this?"

"You were just chatting, I heard it."

Zhang Lan sighed again, there was nothing he could do with the ink painting.

Mo Hua rolled his dark eyes and said, "How about I help you find it?"

Situ Fang smiled and said: "Thank you, little brother, but this matter is too dangerous, we can't let you go."

Zhang Lan stood aside and said nothing.

Mo Hua glanced at Zhang Lan and reminded: "Daheishan is very big. If you don't know the way, you may not be able to find anyone even if you wander around for ten days and a half."

Zhang Lan frowned, thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, you come with us."

Situ Fang frowned, "You are crazy, he is still a child."

Zhang Lan said helplessly: "If he doesn't lead us, not only will we not be able to find him, but we may also get lost in the mountains."

Situ Xiu on the side sneered: "With this guy leading the way, we won't get lost?"

"No!" Zhang Lan said resolutely, "We will get lost, but he won't!"

"How did you know..."

"If he would get lost, he wouldn't come to the mountain alone."

Zhang Lan figured it out. The kid Mo Hua would not do anything unreasonable. If he spoke, he would be sure of it.

Situ Fang and Situ Xiu were silent, and the image of the ink painting emerging silently from the grass came to mind again.

At the same time, the feelings that they had been on full alert and had a chill in their hearts also surfaced in their hearts.

The little monk in front of me probably doesn't need to worry. What's worth worrying about is them...

"That thief is more dangerous..." Situ Fang still hesitated.

Zhang Lan said: "Can't the three of us protect him?"

Situ Fang was speechless. Situ Xiu snorted and said nothing.

Mo Hua then asked: "Who are you looking for? Do you have any clues?"

Situ Fang glanced at Zhang Lan.

Now that the matter has come to this, Zhang Lan no longer conceals anything and says:

"We're hunting a flower thief."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Flower picker?"

He had heard this word before, but not in the monastic world, so he didn't know the difference between the two.

Zhang Lan said: "Flower thieves refer to thieves who use evil Taoist techniques to forcibly harvest women to improve their own cultivation. These thieves are not tolerated by the "Tao Law" and will be hunted down by the Tao Tingsi."

Situ Fang nudged Zhang Lan with her elbow and whispered: "It's almost done, pick up supplements or something, don't tell the child this." After saying this, his cheeks turned slightly red.

Zhang Lan didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but now that he was told this, he was embarrassed to continue talking.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed, he wanted to know more about it.

"Then do you have any clues?"

"There is a portrait." Zhang Lan spread out a portrait.

The man in the portrait is young and handsome, but his eyebrows are a little evil.

"So young?" Mo Hua asked.

"I have practiced the evil power of taking tonic, so I look young, but I am actually over a hundred years old. As long as I don't take tonic for more than a month, my face will wither and age..." Zhang Lan said.

Mo Hua was surprised, "Is there such a technique?"

"There are many strange and evil techniques..." Zhang Lan said, and suddenly reminded Mo Hua:

"Don't learn it. Evil and demonic techniques are cold-blooded and cruel. If you get involved, you will basically lose your humanity..."

Mo Hua nodded quickly, taking a warning in his heart.

Zhang Lan added: "We got clues. This flower-picking thief was wanted by Daotingsi and had no way out, so he entered the Daheishan Mountains. He may not dare to go to the inner mountains. There is a high probability that he will be in the outer mountains. And it should be from Guyun Peak to Duanshan Cliff. …”

After Zhang Lan finished speaking, Mo Hua had an idea in his mind and said:

"Don't worry, since we're out in the mountains, we definitely won't be able to escape."

Seeing this, Situ Fang couldn't help but smile and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded.

A flower-picking thief hiding in the mountains, who also practices evil arts. Uncle Zhao, who is over a hundred years old, is being hunted...

Is the monk who is chasing Uncle Zhao the same flower picker?

Mo Hua also wanted to catch the thief and find out what happened.

Thank you Mini Rabbit for the tip~