Asking about longevity

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and could only sigh.

His current cultivation level is low and his attainments in formations are limited. Even if Mr. Zhuang is in trouble, he cannot help him if he wants to.

"It's better to practice hard and learn the formations well. If you succeed in practicing Taoism in the future, you can repay your kindness for preaching and receiving karma."

Mo Hua nodded, and seeing that the time had come, he sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, and with the help of the Dao stele, he began to practice the counter-spirit formation meticulously.

The days passed peacefully, and I practiced ink painting as usual, drawing formations.

In addition, Mo Hua was also very concerned about the affairs of Heishan Village, but he didn't know what was going on with Tingsi.

A few days later at noon, Mo Hua visited Mr. Feng and got some daily elixirs. On his way home, he met Zhang Lan.

Mo Hua quickly greeted Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was walking with her head bent when she heard a child's voice calling "Uncle Zhang". She knew it was Mo Hua without even thinking about it.

Mo Hua walked up to Zhang Lan, lowered his voice and asked secretly: "How is it?"

What Mo Hua refers to is naturally Taoist soldiers.

The matter involved confidentiality, and Mo Hua was careful not to say it.

Zhang Lan looked around and said, "There are many people here, so go to the restaurant and talk."

The two of them arrived at the restaurant and sat down at their usual seats. Jiang Yun served some food and wine.

Zhang Lan saw that he was surrounded by regular customers, most of whom were demon hunters. They were enjoying themselves by changing cups and drinking. He would not notice them in this corner, so he whispered to Mo Hua:

"I told the chief the details, and the chief has already written a letter and reported it to the Taoist court. Now we just need to wait for the Taoist court's approval. If the Taoist court agrees, it won't be long before Taoist soldiers will be dispatched to destroy the Black Mountain Stronghold. "

"Will it take a long time?"

"If Dao Ting agrees, it won't be long."

"What if Daoting disagrees?" Mo Hua asked.

Zhang Lan took a sip of wine and thought:

"If what you see is true, there are five to six hundred evil cultivators in Black Mountain Stronghold, and they are still killing people and refining human elixirs. Then the Taoist court cannot let the evil cultivators do whatever they want, and they will definitely send Taoist soldiers. Don't worry."

Mo Hua nodded, obviously relieved.

Zhang Lan glanced at the ink painting and sighed in his heart.

In fact, this matter is not that simple. The most difficult part is how to prove that there is indeed such a cottage deep in the mountains. There are really five to six hundred evil cultivators in the cottage, and these evil cultivators are really practicing. Make life elixir.

At present, these are just one-sided remarks about ink paintings.

The only evidence is the two pictures drawn by Mo Hua, one is the guide map of Wulin, and the other is the situation map of Heishan Village.

Apart from this, there is no other witness or physical evidence.

They believed in ink paintings, but Daoting would not believe a teenage monk.

Moreover, the ink painting has no final product, and the identity of a first-class formation master is not needed.

It’s not easy to do things with Director Zhou.

He is already very old, and he will be able to retire safely, enjoy his old age, and finish well in his position as head of the company.

Now that something like Black Mountain Village has happened, he is in a dilemma.

According to the report, if the information about Mo Hua is wrong and there is no such village in the mountains, or the village is not an evil cultivator, then the old boss will be more guilty.

After Daoting held him accountable, although he wouldn't be imprisoned, the boss would definitely be unable to do what he did.

If the report is not reported and the evil cultivators are allowed to occupy the deep mountains and grow further, then the entire cultivators in Tongxian City may one day encounter a catastrophic disaster.

Should he live in peace and seek a happy ending for himself, or should he take risks and seek peace for Tongxian City?

It's really not easy to choose.

But in the end, Chief Zhou chose to report the incident in Black Mountain Village to Daoting.

Zhang Lan still remembers what Chief Zhou said:

"I have been a headmaster for most of my life, and I have been quite obedient and have not made any achievements. Later, the casual cultivators worked on their own and established a weapon refining business and an alchemy refining business. Instead, I received favors and achieved merits. To be honest, I feel guilty... …”

"Nowadays, dangers are lurking in Tongxian City. I am the head of Tongxian City. I will be prosperous and suffer losses. Naturally, I cannot protect myself wisely and just sit back and watch."

"The worst-case scenario is that he will be held accountable by the Taoist court, dismissed from his position, and live a leisurely life."

"The annihilation book of Black Mountain Village must be reported to the press!"

Boss Zhou's expression was very firm.

However, Zhang Lan knew that there was a huge difference in reputation and treatment between being dismissed by the Taoist court and resigning with good intentions, and Chief Zhou would not be as relaxed as he said.

Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua, who was engrossed in eating meat, and secretly guessed in his heart.

The boss probably made this decision because of the child Mo Hua's face.

If it were anyone else, even if they had found out this information, their Dao Tingsi would not believe it, and it would be even less likely that Chief Zhou would take the risk of dismissal and write to Dao Ting...

While Mo Hua was eating, he looked up and found Zhang Lan looking at him, and couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle Zhang, don't you want to eat?"

Zhang Lan came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'll drink some wine."

Mo Hua gave Zhang Lan a piece of meat, "Uncle Zhang, eat more!"

Zhang Lan looked quite haggard, probably because he was busy running back and forth about the Black Village, so he was a little tired and thinner.

Zhang Lan was slightly startled and felt a little moved.

Mo Hua then said: "Uncle Zhang, you look more serious now, and you look a bit like a Taoist priest."

Zhang Lan's face darkened again, and the emotion he had felt just now disappeared:

"What do you mean I look more serious now? I was originally a serious monk, not only now, but always, an upright and serious monk!"

"Hmm," Mo Hua said perfunctorily while eating beef.

Zhang Lan was a little angry and suddenly unsure, so he asked Mo Hua:

"What did I look like before?"

Mo Hua recalled the first time he saw Zhang Lan and tried his best to describe:

"A little bit like a playboy who doesn't do his job properly and is idle..."

After speaking, he was worried that Zhang Lan would be unhappy, so he emphasized: "Just a little bit."

Zhang Lan was speechless.

How could he not be doing his job properly and be idle?

When I came here to drink before, I did it after work to "feel the sentiments of the monks and the people." How could it be regarded as idleness?

Just a little bit more. If I were really a dandy, would I miss you even a little bit...

Zhang Lan took a dull sip of wine.

Mo Hua rolled his eyes and asked again: "Uncle Zhang, what is your family like?"

He shouldn't be looking as lazy as he is now...

"In the clan?" Zhang Lan thought about it for a moment and said, "That is, Yushu Linfeng, charming and unrestrained, is popular among thousands of women, and many young female cultivators are vying to be my Taoist companion..."

Mo Hua whispered: "Uncle Zhang, just lie to others, we are so familiar, there is no need to be so outspoken..."

Zhang Lan took a sip of wine and couldn't help but said: "Who lied?"

Mo Hua looked at him silently.

Zhang Lan sighed, "I won't eat with you next time, otherwise I won't be full and you will be full of anger."

Mo Hua gave him another piece of meat with chopsticks and said, "Uncle Zhang, eat it quickly, otherwise you will be full later and you won't be able to eat anymore."

When Zhang Lan heard this, he was angry and amused, and shook his head, "You kid..."

The two of them were chatting and eating.

After arguing with Mo Hua for a while, Zhang Lan felt better and seemed less tired.

These days, because of the affairs in Heishan Village, he has indeed been running around a lot and worrying a lot. There are not many monks in Tongxian City who can chat with him like this.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Lan was about to get up and leave. Mo Hua stopped him again and asked:

"In case the Taoist court really sends Taoist soldiers here, can I go and have a look?"

Mo Hua's eyes were shining. He had long wanted to see what the Taoist soldiers in the monastic world looked like.

Zhang Lan thought for a moment and shook his head, "No."