Asking about longevity

Elder Su is very skilled at even saying "unfamiliar".

Mo Hua expressed his understanding, nodded and said:

"Don't worry, Elder Su, I understand."

Elder Su sighed helplessly, feeling that he had no choice but to argue.

Fortunately, within a moment, a group of pretty female cultivators came in.

Elder Su breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be nice to have a little girl.

With a little girl, Mo Hua wouldn't stare at him.

Elder Su smiled and asked Mo Hua: "What do you think?"

Mo Hua then looked at these female cultivators.

It was indeed according to Elder Su's instructions. They were not very young and wore very light makeup. They did not pretend to be pretentious or show off their posture, but stood in a row dutifully.

When Mo Hua looked at them, these little girls were also looking at Mo Hua and the others.

Elder Su is a regular customer, nothing unusual.

What surprised them was the three young monks in Mo Hua.

Their beautiful eyes looked at the three people in Mo Hua.

The ink-painted eyebrows are picturesque, Bai Zisheng's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, Bai Zixi's phoenix eyebrows are stunningly beautiful.

The female nuns looked at the ink paintings with affection, and looked at Bai Zisheng with admiration;

But when looking at Bai Zixi, she would blush, even lower her eyebrows and eyes, not daring to look directly at her, but just glancing at her secretly.

This makes Mo Hua very puzzling.

Mo Hua also secretly glanced at Bai Zixi.

Bai Zixi noticed it, turned her head and looked at the ink paintings, and said doubtfully:

"What's wrong?"

Mo Hua frowned and muttered:

"That's not right..."

Although she wears men's clothes, has an awe-inspiring temperament, and has a neutral beauty, you can still tell that she is a woman between her eyebrows.

Why are these female cultivators staring at the young senior sister?

And his face turned red.

Mo Hua doesn't understand.

Bai Zixi saw Mo Hua frowning and thought he was uncomfortable, so he moved closer. The two were side by side. Bai Zixi stretched out her delicate hand and touched Mo Hua's forehead. After a moment, she said in slight surprise:

"Your forehead is a little hot.

He looked down and asked doubtfully: "Why is your face so red?"

Mo Hua's fair cheeks were flushed.

"It's...a bit boring." Mo Hua hesitated.

Bai Zixi looked around and saw the flowers blooming. She thought the ink paintings were smelled of rouge, so she said:

"Don't come to this kind of place next time."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded slightly.

Elder Su noticed the blushing look on Mo Hua's face.

Elder Su nodded happily.

This is right.

This is what a young boy should look like.

This little gentleman in Mo Hua is usually too smart, his words are impeccable, his eyes are smart and deep, making people unpredictable.

Being stared at by him, Elder Su felt a little guilty.

Now with this blushing and well-behaved look, I feel much more comfortable.

Having said that, when I first came here, I was also at a loss and my face was redder than an ink painting.

Elder Su recalled the past with a lot of emotion. Suddenly he remembered something and asked:

"Little sir, don't you want to ask something?"

Only then did Mo Hua remember, secretly took a sip of tea, calmed down, and said:

"Sisters, I want to inquire about someone."

The female nuns looked at each other.

Everyone who comes here is a guest, and according to the rules of the building, the identity of the guest cannot be revealed.

Elder Su said: "He asked, just say it, nothing will happen."

After speaking, Elder Su placed a jade bracelet on the table, "Whoever is right will give this jade bracelet to her."

The jade bracelet is luxurious, warm and delicate, and has spiritual energy flowing around it. It is a good thing at first glance.

The female cultivators' eyes lit up and they nodded.

"Excuse me, young master. If we know anything, we will definitely tell you."

Mo Hua then asked: "Have you ever seen a gentleman in Baihua Tower before, who looked like a monk from the Formation Master?"

The female nuns were slightly startled, and then they all looked at Elder Su silently. ơɱ

Elder Su said angrily: "It's not me!"

The female nuns looked away angrily.

They all thought about it quietly, and then a female nun in green said:

"Although there are not many such monks, there are still quite a few. I wonder if the young master has any other clues?"

The ink painting briefly described Yan Jiaoxi's appearance and temperament.

"...He looks serious and rigid, but he is serious and responsible."

The female nuns all shook their heads.

Mo Hua frowned, looked at Elder Su again, and said apologetically:

"Elder Su, can I ask them some questions alone?"

Elder Su was slightly startled. He realized that there might be something hidden in this matter and he needed to avoid it, so he nodded and said:

"Okay, I'll go next door and listen to the music. You can ask slowly."

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thank you, Elder Su."

Elder Su stood up and left.

Mo Hua wanted to ask them about the gray-clothed monks and said:

"you……"

Halfway through the question, Mo Hua noticed something and suddenly stopped. He got up again, ran to the screen, stuck his little head out, and said to the next door:

"Elder Su, don't eavesdrop."

Elder Su was shocked, "You know all this?"

He was ready to eavesdrop, but as soon as he eavesdropped on two words, Mo Hua discovered him.

I am a foundation-building monk, and I am a foundation-building spiritual consciousness. How can I be discovered by Mo Hua even if I eavesdrop like this?

Your spiritual consciousness is a bit outrageous...

Or is there other means of ink painting?

Regardless, it's still embarrassing to be caught eavesdropping.

Elder Su blushed and was too embarrassed to deny it. He only coughed and said:

"You ask, you ask, I won't listen."

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

After returning to his seat and confirming that Elder Su was not eavesdropping and that no other monks were eavesdropping, Mo Hua asked:

"Have you ever seen any strange monks in Baihua Tower?"

The female nuns were all a little stunned.

"What does it mean to be weird?"

There are all kinds of monks who come to the brothel. Some of them are strange compared to ordinary monks, but when they go to the brothel, they are no longer strange.

After all, it is not unusual for a place like this to harbor filth and weird monks.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said:

"It smells weird."

"What's that weird smell?"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, "It's cold, faint, and rotten, like... the smell of the dead."

The female cultivators were shocked when they heard this.

They didn't expect that Mo Hua, at such a young age, would ask such a weird question.

But the cold rotten smell, the smell of death...

What kind of monk is this?

The female nuns all frowned and shook their heads.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed and said:

"Thank you sisters, you can go first."

Then he warned: "But if I ask you, don't tell other people, otherwise it will be very dangerous."

The female nuns were shocked and nodded.

Mo Hua gave each of them another spirit stone.

They couldn't help but smile and said one after another: "Thank you, young master." Then they filed away again.

When the female nuns left, Mo Hua stopped the female nun in green.

"Sister, help me make a pot of tea."

Mo Hua smiled.

The female cultivator in green was stunned for a moment, then she smiled and said:

"I don't dare to take it seriously. It's just the young master's orders."

The female nun in green sat at the table, lit a fire, started the stove, poured water, soaked the tea, and simmered it over a slow fire.

Mo Hua asked her in a low voice:

"You know that monk."

The female cultivator in green looked flustered, then calmed down and said with a smile:

"Young master, you are joking."

Mo Hua whispered: "There are just a few of us here, no one else is eavesdropping, and your sisters don't know what you said, so just tell me secretly."

The female nun in green looked hesitant.

Mo Hua then put Elder Su's jade bracelet into her hand and said, "This is for you."

The female cultivator in green clothes was startled for a moment, her face looked happy, and then she struggled. After hesitating for a moment, her eyes were firm and she nodded:

"good."

"Sister, what's your name?"

"Qinglan."

Mo Hua asked: "Sister Qinglan, have you seen that cold, rotten monk?"

Qinglan looked solemn and nodded.

Mo Hua waited for her to continue.

Qinglan said: "That man is a frequent visitor to Baihualou. He wears gray clothes and often covers his face. His appearance cannot be seen clearly..."

"He often stays here overnight, but he is always elusive. I don't know when he came in, and I don't know when he left."

"There was a strange smell on that person. I just thought it was strange at first and couldn't tell what it was. But when the young master said it just now, I realized that the smell was indeed a bit like...the smell of a dead person..."

Qinglan looked a little frightened and panicked.

Mo Hua poured her a cup of hot tea.

Qinglan drank tea and felt better.

Mo Hua asked again: "How did you know him?"

Qinglan whispered: "I have a good relationship with Sister Yulan. He stayed at Sister Yulan's place. I have met him several times."

"But he was a bit spooky and I was scared, so I didn't have much contact with him."

Mo Hua asked again: "Does he stay at Yulan's place every time?"

Qinglan nodded, "Yes before."

"Before?"

Qinglan lowered her head, holding the corners of her clothes, her fingers turning white, "Yes."

Mo Hua frowned, "Did something happen?"

Qinglan pursed her lips and held back, but tears still flowed down, "Sister Yulan, she...is dead..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Dead?"

Qinglan's face turned pale, "Not only Sister Yulan, it is said that all the sisters who served him before died inexplicably..."

"Sister Yulan is dead..."

"And next, it's my turn..."

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