Asking about longevity

Mo Hua secretly told Situ Fang his doubts.

Situ Fang was slightly startled, then frowned and realized something was wrong. He recalled the scene at that time and said slowly:

"Those big men were wearing the clothes of mine repairmen, with rough palms and dark skin. I thought they were the family members of these missing mine repairmen, or at least relatives and friends."

"Before, they were the ones who acted recklessly and asked for compensation from the Lu family."

"But now that the matter has been settled and the Lu family has paid compensation, they suddenly disappeared and didn't even show up for burial. This is very strange..."

Situ Fang thought carefully and said, "I'll ask the mine repairman's family again."

Mo Hua shook his head, "They may not dare to say."

When I saw them just now, they looked submissive. It must be that they were afraid of retaliation and didn't dare to say anything.

Situ Fang then said: "Then I will find the local mine repairman and ask them about their identity."

"The mine repairman may not tell the truth." Mo Hua said.

After all, they don't have much favorable impressions of Daotingsi.

"That……"

Mo Hua's eyes flashed and he said: "Leave this matter to me, Sister Situ, you draw the portraits of those big men..."

"Leave it to you?" Situ Fang was startled.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "I know who to look for."

Situ Fang hesitated and said: "Is this your first time coming to Nanyue City...how come you know so many monks?"

Mo Hua said modestly: "I'm pretty popular..."

Situ Fang couldn't refute for a while.

"Fine."

Situ Fang sighed and drew the appearance of those big men according to his memory, but his brushwork was a bit unfamiliar.

The ink painting took it and polished it a few more times as she said.

Situ Fang's eyes lit up: "That's right, you draw really well."

Mo Hua smiled.

Formation masters deal with formation patterns every day and draw some portraits, which is quite simple.

Mo Hua put the portrait away, then sneaked to the Lujia Mine, hiding his figure, sitting on a rock, waiting for the rabbit.

In the evening, the supervisor changes his shift.

A Lu family monk who was in the middle stage of Qi refining walked out of the mine proudly.

Mo Hua shouted: "Lu Ming."

The Lu family monk named Lu Ming was slightly startled when he heard this. He looked around and saw no one. He looked confused and muttered:

"It's strange, who is calling my name..."

He kept walking.

After walking a few steps, he heard someone calling him again.

It was a young, crisp, child's voice.

Lu Ming was stunned and looked around, but there was still no one there.

The arrogant look on his face gradually faded, replaced by incomparable solemnity and nervousness.

"What the hell..."

The monks who guard the mines all know that the mines at night are dangerous and strange.

But it's still evening and it's not dark yet...

Could it be...

Cold sweat gradually broke out on Lu Ming's back.

He was so scared that he couldn't help but run away, but after staggering a few steps, he found that he was suddenly frozen.

Blue water-shaped spiritual chains bound him so that he could not move.

This feeling was very familiar, and Lu Ming understood it immediately.

He turned his head, and sure enough he found a young monk sitting leisurely on the big rock on the other side.

The young monk even waved his little hand to him.

Lu Ming wanted to cry but had no tears.

He was only in the middle stage of Qi refining, and this little monk was already in the late stage of Qi refining.

Not only that, this little monk can also form formations, and his spells are also very strange.

Lu Ming knew that he could not escape, so he had to reluctantly walk towards the ink painting, walked to the ink painting, forced a smile and said:

"Xiao...Xiaoye, why are you here?"

Mo Hua said: "I'm coming to find you."

Lu Ming's eyelids twitched, "What are you looking for...for me?"

The ink painting seemed to be smiling but not smiling and said:

"Have you told your family master about me?"

Lu Ming's face turned pale, "No, I didn't!"

"to be honest."

Lu Ming said nothing.

"Tell the truth, I won't embarrass you." Mo Hua said.

Then he smiled sinisterly, "But if you tell lies, the things in this mine will have a full meal at night..."

Lu Ming couldn't help but shuddered when he thought of the death of those mine repairmen, and immediately said honestly:

"I don't want to say anything, but when the head of the family asked me, I...I didn't dare not say..."

"What did you say?"

Lu Ming said weakly: "I just said that you knew the formation, found the mine, and then found the body of the mine repairman inside. I didn't say anything else..."

"I don't dare to say..."

Because other things have to do with the Lu family.

These things were leaked by him.

If the head of the family knew that he was leaking information, especially about the mine, he would definitely not let him go.

Mo Hua nodded.

He knows the formations, and he can't hide the discovery of the mine. It doesn't matter if the head of the Lu family knows about it.

As long as he didn't know, he was interested in the mine.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Mo Hua took out the portraits of the big men painted by Situ Fang and asked:

"Do you know these people?"

Lu Ming looked at all the portraits, shook his head, and said:

"I don't even know him."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

He picked out three pictures from the portraits and said to Lu Ming:

"You lied. You know these three portraits."

Lu Ming opened his mouth wide, "This... this..."

How could he tell?

Could this little monk be able to read minds?

Mo Hua can't read minds.

It's just that when Lu Ming looked at these three portraits, although his expression was as usual, his consciousness fluctuated slightly.

This fluctuation of consciousness cannot escape Mo Hua's perception.

Looks can deceive, but consciousness cannot.

Therefore, Lu Ming must know these three people.

There was a hint of chill in Mo Hua's crisp voice as he warned:

"Although I am young, I have a bad temper."

"You lied to me once, I will remember it first. If you lie to me again..."

Mo Hua smiled brightly, "I will let you never have the chance to lie to others again!"

There is a hint of evil in Mo Hua's innocent smile.

He looks like a fairy boy under the Immortal Seat, and also like a ghost in the underworld...

Lu Ming shivered again with fright, feeling bitter in his heart:

What is the identity of this little ancestor?

Mo Hua patted the three portraits with his little hand, "Tell me, who are these three people?"

Lu Ming sighed and said dejectedly: "It's a mine repairman..."

"Mining repairman?"

"It's said to be...a mining repairman, but it's not actually a mining repairman..."

Lu Ming explained: "They are actually gangsters in the city. On weekdays, they either work as helpers for some children of aristocratic families and use their power to bully others; they blackmail some small traders in the fish and meat village; or they go to rob roads outside the city and work with spiritual stone flowers..."

"With the spirit stone, I will spend a lot of time drinking, gambling and whoring."

"If you really don't have any spiritual stones, you will go to the mine and dig for a day or two..."

"So they are mine repairmen, but they cannot be regarded as mine repairmen..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Are they going to help the mine cultivators in distress to beg for spiritual stones?"

Lu Ming was a little surprised, "How did you know?"

Seeing that Mo Hua ignored him, Lu Ming could only explain to himself:

"If a mine repairman is killed, they will notify the mine repairman's family and then come forward to ask for spiritual stones on their behalf."

"They will divide the bulk of the spiritual stones they ask for, and the rest will go to the hands of the mine cultivator's family."

"No one cares about them?" Mo Hua asked.

"It's useless." Lu Ming said, "There are many of them, and they are unscrupulous in doing things. Once they get involved, they are like mangy dogs and cannot be shaken off..."

"The monks at the top are too lazy to care about them, but the mine cultivators at the bottom are too angry and dare not speak out."

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and asked again:

"How do you know them?"

Lu Ming didn't dare to say it.

Mo Hua said: "To be honest, I don't blame you."

Lu Ming then said calmly: "I collected their spiritual stones and gave them some convenience here in the mine..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, "What convenience?"

Lu Ming said quickly: "It's nothing. They just come when they want and leave when they want. If anything happens, I will just turn a blind eye..."

Mo Hua frowned, feeling a little confused.

These ruffians can't dig a few mines themselves, so why would they pay such bribes?

What exactly are they doing? The mine supervisors need to "turn a blind eye"...

Mo Hua had a vague speculation in his heart, and his eyes became cold.

Although the casual cultivators in Tongxian City are poor, they help each other at the bottom.

But here in Nanyue City, there are some casual cultivators who are clearly at the bottom and are weak, but they wantonly trample on the weaker ones.

"What are the names of these three monks?" Mo Hua asked coldly.

Lu Ming said: "The tall one is called Wang Hu, and the one with half of his hair burned is called Tang Huzi..."

"The leader, who has scars on his face, calls Wang Lai. Privately, everyone calls him 'Wang Lapi'..."