Asking about longevity

Jian Gutou looked terrified, his whole body trembling.

What is this little ancestor doing? !

Can anyone sit on the majestic sheep horn skull worshipped by the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley?

He is really courting death to the point of lawlessness.

"We must get away quickly, and we must not follow this little ancestor, otherwise one day he will be ignorant of the heaven and earth and court death, and be punished by heaven. A thunderbolt will kill him, and I will be implicated."

Jian Gutou said anxiously.

Mo Hua didn't care so much.

The sheep skull was not comfortable to sit on, it was cold, cold, and a little yin, but at least it was smooth, and it was okay to sit on it.

The conditions were limited, and he couldn't choose so many.

So, Mo Hua took the sheep skull worshipped by the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley as a small stool, and sat down to eavesdrop on the discussion between the black-clothed leader and Jingui.

At this time, Jingui was respectfully reporting something.

"Please forgive me, leader... For some reason, the old weapon refiner suddenly went mad, killed the demon cultivator guarding him, detonated the evil weapon room, and died of self-mutilation. Fortunately, the kid from the Ouyang family was fine..."

"But the old weapon refiner is dead, and there is no demon cultivator in the valley who can teach the method of forging evil swords. My plan will probably be delayed for a while..."

"In addition, outside the gate of the Ten Thousand Demon Prison, a demon cultivator suddenly died and went crazy..."

"This is the seventh case."

"And for some reason, I occasionally find that there is something monitoring me, even monitoring... the entire Ten Thousand Demon Prison."

"I suspect..."

Jin Gui paused and didn't say anything.

The black-clothed leader's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was low: "Do you suspect... someone may have sneaked in?"

"It may not be a person," Jin Gui said, "It may be... something in the demon refining map that ran out..."

The black-clothed leader's eyes sank.

Jin Gui hurriedly explained: "I've thought about it. If these things happened naturally, the possibility is too small. It's also unlikely that there is a 'person' behind the scenes."

"Let alone the strict defense of the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley. Is there anyone who can get in?"

"Even if someone can really get into the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley, it is impossible to do these things under our noses without leaving any traces."

"Especially things like making the demon cultivators lose control."

"The only possibility is... the Demon Refining Map!"

Jin Gui raised his eyes and glanced at the black-clothed leader with a very solemn expression, "So I guess it was the terrible things in the Demon Refining Map... that ran out. Because they are invisible and intangible, it is not easy to be discovered no matter what trouble they cause."

The black-clothed leader's pupils shrank and nodded slightly.

Mo Hua, who was hiding behind the sheep horn statue, nodded involuntarily.

This Jin Gui is quite smart.

His explanation seems to be quite reasonable.

The black-clothed leader pondered for a moment and said slowly:

"Okay, I know, I will take responsibility for this matter, you don't have to worry about it. Since it is related to the Demon Refining Map, it is dangerous and unpredictable, and it is not something you can solve."

Jin Gui bowed his head and said, "Yes."

He did not show any expression on the surface, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

This "pot" was finally thrown out...

Everything in the Ten Thousand Demons Prison was not going well today, and there were frequent problems. As the manager, he could not escape the blame.

If he kept covering it up, the pot would only get bigger and bigger. One day, the paper could not cover the fire, and he would face the punishment of the young master.

If he did not cover it up, he would have to pass the blame.

The object of the blame was very particular.

First, exclude the demon cultivators inside the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

These demon cultivators were controlled by the demon patterns and dared not disobey in the slightest. Moreover, they stayed in the valley all day long. Many things could be known once they were checked, and they could not lie at all.

Secondly, it was not good to say that there was an invasion by "outsiders".

As we all know, no "outsiders" have entered the Wan Yao Valley for hundreds of years since it was built.

How could it be such a coincidence that "outsiders" came in as soon as I became the manager?

This excuse is too obvious.

Moreover, there is no way to verify it.

In this case, the only reason is the terrible things in the Demon Refining Map.

This excuse was also figured out by him after a lot of thought.

If it is true, then let yourself guess right.

If not, then the situation is complicated and no one can say for sure.

In any case, it can't be blamed on me.

The demons are invisible and the disasters are unpredictable.

The matter of the Demon Refining Map is mysterious and inexplicable, and these are not within my ability at all.

This pot was naturally thrown out.

Not only will the leader not blame himself, but he will also think that he is careful and cautious.

In this day and age, whether it is a sect disciple or a demon cultivator, you have to know how to do things.

Personal ability is one aspect, and whether you can "report" is another.

The black-clothed leader really stopped worrying about Jingui and put all his attention on the Demon Refining Map.

Jingui might have been a little evasive about this matter, but his guess was indeed reasonable. The Demon Refining Map was the core of the entire Ten Thousand Demons Valley, and there couldn't be any mistakes no matter what.

The black-clothed leader frowned and thought.

At this moment, Jingui's heart moved slightly, and he said again:

"Leader, didn't there have a monitoring formation in the Ten Thousand Demons Prison before? If this kind of formation is reactivated, can we know... what happened in the Ten Thousand Demons Prison?"

The black-clothed leader shook his head: "No, those formations can't be used anymore."

Jingui was puzzled, "Why?"

The black-clothed leader said solemnly: "You still don't know the reason for this place... About two years ago, when a magic cave in Bishan City on the border of the second-level state was about to be completed, it was brought to the Tao Tingsi by a distinguished man. The person died because of this.”

"Afterwards, we inquired and learned that the spiritual vision complex used for surveillance in the heavily guarded Bishan Demon Cave was infiltrated and used by others. This gave Daotingsi's lackeys an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"Mr. Tu was worried that the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons would make the same mistake again, so he temporarily dismantled the entire Yuan Magnetic Complex Formation and sealed it completely to avoid future troubles."

"Lest our own 'eyes' see for others..."

The leader in black said.

Mo Hua was stunned.

I see……

He was still wondering before why the perfectly good Yuan Magnetic Vision Complex Formation had to be completely dismantled and completely sealed.

It turns out that it was the "evil" that I had done in the first place!

Jin Gui is still a little puzzled, "The Yuanci Formation is a very partial formation. The Yuanci Spiritual Vision Complex Formation is an advanced complex formation. It is impossible for the sect to teach it. The people in the Daoting Division are too busy and there should be no such formation." Talent... who can penetrate the Yuan Magnetic Array and use it in reverse? "

The leader in black said solemnly: "I don't know either, but according to Mr. Tu's expectation, this person must be a very knowledgeable and accomplished master of formations!"

Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Tu is right!

The leader in black said again: "Be careful and keep an eye on those three brats..."

"That kid from the Ouyang family, try to get him to forge evil swords. In this way, we have a younger brother who can forge evil swords for us, and his sanctimonious brother will have to serve us..."

"Young master is very optimistic about the swordsman genius who rushed to the Xumen. You can take him on board the ship, and after a period of drunkenness and happiness, he will also be a human master."

"As for the one from the Song family... it depends on whether his parents will listen to him or not. If it doesn't work, just sacrifice it directly. There is no use in keeping it."

The leader in black warned again.

"Yes." Jin Gui cupped his hands and said.

"You go down." The leader in black waved his hand.

Jin Gui bowed and then withdrew.

The leader in black was the only one left in the main hall. He sat down in the middle, took out a few rolls of demon-skin paper, and started reading by himself.

Mo Hua really wanted to know what he was looking at, but unfortunately he was far away and couldn't see it at all.

"What he's looking at could be the Shinto formation..."

The ink painting is a little itchy.

After half an hour, there was another movement outside the door.

The leader in black closed the demon skin paper and said:

"Come in."

A figure wearing a black robe walked in, but compared with the black-clothed leader, Jin Gui, or other demon cultivators, this figure looked much "thin".

He is more like an ordinary "human" than a demon cultivator.

Mo Hua was a little confused.

At this moment, a man in black robe walked into the hall, lifted his hood, and complained at the same time:

"This place is so dark and smelly. Cousin, I'm sorry you can stay here..."

cousin?

Mo Hua frowned, took a closer look, and was suddenly startled.

He also knew this person.

Jin Yicai!

It is the direct descendant of the prominent Jin family in Duanjin Gate.

Mo Hua remembers clearly that this Jin Yicai, his ancestor was the head of Duanjin Sect eight hundred years ago. Now his grandfather is the great elder of Duanjin Sect, his father is the deputy head of Duanjin Sect, and his mother is the true elder of Duanjin Sect...

The family is a high-ranking official in Kinmen.

Almost grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Last time at the Yanshui River, Jin Yicai was selling monks and smuggling banned pills. It could almost be said that he had both the stolen goods and the stolen goods, but in the end he was suppressed by the superiors.

Since then, he has kept a low profile.

But he didn't expect that he was still making trouble behind his back.

The leader in black glanced at Jin Yicai and asked, "Is your whereabouts secret?"

Jin Yicai said: "Don't worry, my father has grounded me, but the people who are looking after me are all guests. They want to see what I do. They don't dare to ask where I have gone. Otherwise, I will complain to my mother. , saying that these guest officials have bad attitudes and are disobedient to control, so they will not be able to hang out in Duanjinmen."

Jin Yicai sneered, "This is the so-called lack of intimacy."

"I give them face and treat them as guests and elders; if I don't give them face, they are just dogs raised by my Jin family."

As Jin Yicai spoke, he walked to the middle of the hall and sat down swaggeringly.

The black-clothed leader frowned, "Be careful with your words and actions, and be polite to your guests. No matter what you think in your heart, at least pretend to be on the surface."

"I'm too lazy to pretend..." Jin Yicai shook his head, turned his eyes slightly bright, and asked:

"Cousin, you asked me to come here. Could it be that those things are used to study the doorway?"

Mo Hua frowned slightly when he heard this.

That thing? what?

When he was confused, he heard the leader in black say, "You can try it first if you have a clue."

Jin Yicai looked excited, "Okay!"

The leader in black hesitated for a moment, opened a roll of demon skin paper, and said slowly:

"Originally, a direct descendant like you would not draw demonic patterns all day long under the eyes of the ancestors and the head of the family, lest the traces be exposed."

"However, the following conferences on Taoism are of great importance and cannot be delayed... Therefore, even if there is a possibility of being discovered, we have to take risks."

Jin Yicai was startled when he heard this, and looked a little nervous. He seemed to be still afraid of his ancestor and the head of the family, so he said worriedly:

"If it is discovered..."

The black-clothed leader interrupted: "The situation is special now. It's okay if we are discovered."

Jin Yicai looked stunned, "Cousin, I don't quite understand..."

The leader in black glanced at him and asked meaningfully: "Are you doing this for yourself?"

Isn't this nonsense?

If a person doesn't do it for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.

Jin Yicai nodded, suddenly stunned, and slowly thought about it, "It's not for myself..."

The leader in black nodded and agreed:

"That's right, the Sword Discussion Conference is coming soon. You are doing this for the sake of the sect and the family, not for yourself!"

"No matter what means you use, as long as you can really win the ranking in the Sword Discussion Conference, win glory for the sect, and make great contributions to the sect's subsequent restructuring, even if the ancestors know about it, they will only Turn a blind eye."

"In fact, not only will they not blame you, on the contrary, they will think that you have abilities that can be put to great use!"

"It doesn't matter whether the means are dirty or not, as long as they can be used. The winner is king, and the unjust means are the iron rules in this world."

"As long as you win, no matter how bad your deeds are, no matter how evil you are, no matter how dirty you are, there will still be those ignorant fools who will look up to you."

"On the contrary, as long as you lose, no matter how noble your character is, you will only be ridiculed and cast aside."

Jin Yicai still had some concerns: "Then if the matter is revealed..."

The black-clothed leader's eyes darkened slightly, "As long as you can win, even if the matter is exposed, my ancestor will cover it up for you."

"Don't forget, you are a direct descendant of the Jin family. Together with the Jin family and Duanjinmen, we will both prosper and suffer! How could they not know it, ancestors?"

Jin Yicai suddenly realized and felt completely relieved.

"Okay, cousin, I will listen to you."

The leader in black nodded slightly, then opened the demon paper and said:

"This set of things still needs to have a demonic method or magic power as the basis."

"In my opinion, it is best to draw demon patterns. This is the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. The demon patterns are complete and all kinds of bone and blood materials are of high quality."

"The demon patterns on this picture include beasts such as bears, tigers and leopards, or birds of prey such as golden eagles and falcons. You choose one and I will tattoo it on your body..."

The leader in black unfolded the demon skin array.

Jin Yicai looked at them one by one and felt that none of them were to his liking.

He glanced down, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed at a demon pattern and said, "Cousin, draw this dog pattern for me."

The leader in black was obviously stunned, "What?"

"Dog stripes."

Jin Yicai repeated it again.

The leader in black almost thought he heard wrongly.

Jin Yicai smiled, with a hint of evil in his smile:

"Cousin, to be honest, these days, there are too many female cultivators who come into my cave in the middle of the night. Those bitches are so annoying, but they are also tender and arousing. I have to treat them well. "

"It is said that the dog demon..."

Jin Yicai showed an expression that could only be understood.

The leader in black looked stunned, a little unbelievable for a moment.

Immediately, his face fell like water, and his heart was filled with both contempt and anger.

Sure enough, he spoiled the loser!

In this world, a running dog still has the heart of a tiger or a wolf.

He, a young man who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, is just a wild dog in heat at heart? !

The black-clothed leader's forehead jumped and he suppressed his anger and said:

"Have you thought about it?"

Jin Yicai was completely unaware of the disdain of the black-clothed leader, but still said with a complacent expression:

"Cousin, I've thought about it. There are so many people working hard in this world, and I don't need to do anything like risking my life and charging into battle. I just want to live a comfortable and happy life."

The leader in black was silent for a long time, and then said silently:

"OK."

Jin Yicai looked happy, "Thank you, cousin!"

The black-clothed leader showed no emotion or anger, and only said solemnly: "This is your own choice."

"It's natural."

Jin Yicai had a look of anticipation on his face. He could almost imagine himself singing and singing every night and conquering without sleep.

"good!"

The leader in black said indifferently.

Then he silently took out his pen and ink, followed a "dog" pattern on the demon paper, and drew a four-elephant dog pattern formation on Jin Yicai's back.

He used a bone pen, dipped it in human blood, and drew demon patterns.

This is the process of the evil formation, accompanied by the severe pain of evil.

Jin Yicai grimaced in pain and tried to get up several times, shouting hoarsely.

The leader in black didn't care. He pressed Jin Yicai on the table like he was killing a pig. His wrist was steady, and he wrote like a knife, bloodying until he finished painting a four-elephant dog pattern formation.

After finishing the painting, Jin Yicai was covered in cold sweat, collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, and said intermittently:

"Cousin...it's just a formation, why does it hurt so much? It's like the flesh, flesh and formation patterns were forcibly sewn together..."

The black-clothed leader's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became more contemptuous.

If you can't bear the pain, what kind of monk can you be?

What else do you want to do?

But he did not say it, but simply said:

"This four-image formation is quite special. It emphasizes the fusion of formation and flesh and blood. If you slack off too much in your body training, you will naturally feel pain. It will be much better after that."

Jin Yicai's face turned pale, "Cousin, you should only draw this formation once..."

He didn't want to suffer this pain a second time.

The leader in black nodded, "Yes."

Jin Yicai breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he thought that he had drawn the formation, and soon he would be able to "show off his power" and do whatever he wanted, and the unhappiness in his heart was fleeting.

It's not unacceptable to suffer a little.

Jin Yicai asked again: "When can I leave the valley?"

Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping, changed his expression when he heard this.

Out of the valley?

The black-clothed leader said, "It's not possible for now. Let's talk about it next time we open the valley."

Jin Yicai nodded.

Although he couldn't wait to return to his cave in Duanjinmen immediately - no matter how small his cave was, it was still better than the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

But things always have their own seriousness, and he is not really so brainless.

The black-clothed leader said: "You go back first, and then come back again after the four-image formation on your body has merged with your flesh and blood. The next thing is the key."

Jin Yicai hesitated, "Then..."

The leader in black understood his concerns, snorted in his heart, and said indifferently: "The other formations used after that are not as bloody and painful as this."

Jin Yicai felt relieved, cupped his hands and said, "Cousin, please do your work first, I won't disturb you anymore."

After saying that, he turned and left.

After Jin Yicai left, the leader in black looked at his leaving figure, stood there for a long time, and then couldn't help but sneer:

"It's weird to expect this kind of thing to keep the Golden Gate intact..."

"Obsessed with fame and fortune, soaked in honey, fed with natural resources and treasures...what kind of things are they taught to each generation?"

The leader in black looked coldly.

Afterwards, he walked to the center of the hall and continued to look at the formations on the demon paper, as if he was learning something.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

As the lights flickered, there was only the sound of turning paper.

No one was chatting, so Mo Hua couldn't eavesdrop.

Hiding behind the statue, he couldn't do anything else and was a little bored for a while.

I don't know how much time passed, but just when Mo Hua felt like he had nothing to do, the leader in black suddenly made some movement again.

He glanced at the dial on the table, closed the demon paper, and murmured in a low voice: "The time has come..."

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

Has the time come?

What time has it come?

While he was wondering, he noticed that the leader in black suddenly walked towards him.

Mo Hua was slightly startled. After taking a closer look, he realized that the black-clothed leader had not noticed him. Instead, he walked straight to the statue of the ram-horned demon and knelt down slowly.

He knelt very devoutly.

At the same time, he muttered in a low voice: "The boundless wilderness, the Supreme God Lord..."

"His life is immortal and his life span is endless..."

"May the Lord of God bless me and give me great spiritual thoughts..."

"Please sir, give me some advice and give me the secret of the formation."

…

As Mo Hua listened, he felt more and more something was wrong. At this moment, the leader in black kowtowed three times to the demon statue.

After kowtowing three times, a mysterious and evil spiritual aura rose from him.

Above his shoulders and above his head, a bloody figure slowly emerged.

This bloody figure had a strange and terrifying aura. He looked like a gentleman, but his blood was hazy and his face could not be seen clearly.

Mo Hua's pupils suddenly shrank.

A familiar name slowly came to mind:

"Mr. Tu!"