Asking about longevity

Mo Hua remembered her name, it seemed to be...

Hua Ruyu?

Mo Hua looked at her again and found that this woman was indeed beautiful and delicate, like a flower and jade, but her makeup was too much, and the powder was applied thickly, and there was a frivolous and sparkling air between her eyebrows.

At this time, she looked at Mo Hua with sharp eyes and a hint of caution.

"What are you doing here?" Hua Ruyu asked vigilantly.

Mo Hua stammered and said the reason she had just thought of:

"Senior Sister Qianqian said that Senior Sister Jin'er died, no one missed her, no one worshipped her, every time she thought of this, she felt painful in her heart and couldn't sleep or eat, so she prepared the magnolia flowers that Sister Jin'er loved most when she was alive, to worship Senior Sister Jin'er..."

Mo Hua's voice was originally clear, and now she spoke softly, her voice seemed neutral and a little magnetic, which didn't seem out of place for a while.

Hua Ruyu didn't suspect anything, but frowned slightly.

"Pay tribute?"

She turned her head and saw that there were indeed a few white magnolias on the ashes where Jin'er had burned herself.

This was what Mo Hua had just put there.

Hua Ruyu's vigilance receded a little, and she looked at Hua Qianqian again, and then asked:

"What happened to Qianqian?"

Mo Hua looked flustered and whispered:

"I don't know, Sister Qianqian came in, placed the magnolias, said a few words to Senior Sister Jin'er, and then suddenly her face turned pale and she fainted."

"I don't know if she was too sad, or..."

Mo Hua looked around, his expression was scared, his eyes were horrified, "...or was she possessed by Sister Jin'er..."

As soon as these words came out, a cold wind suddenly blew in the house.

Hua Ruyu's face turned pale instantly.

She looked around in panic, then forced herself to calm down and shouted angrily: "What nonsense, in broad daylight, how can there be any ghosts in my Hundred Flower Valley?"

Mo Hua looked at Hua Ruyu with an intriguing look, and after a moment, he collected his thoughts, pretended to be weak, and said hesitantly:

"Yes... I, I was too scared, so I spoke out of turn..."

Hua Ruyu snorted coldly, "You can't speak nonsense even if you speak out of turn."

Mo Hua lowered his head.

Hua Ruyu looked at Mo Hua carefully, and her eyes suddenly showed a gleam, "I don't think... I haven't seen you before?"

Mo Hua's heart jumped.

Hua Ruyu's voice also sank, her eyes were cold, and she asked, "Are you a disciple of our Baihua Valley?"

Mo Hua suppressed his anxiety and pretended to be confused, "I, I am..."

Hua Ruyu's eyes were sharp, and he pressed on step by step, sneering:

"Okay, since you are a disciple of Baihua Valley, then I ask you, who am I? What's my name? What's my identity?"

Mo Hua was stunned, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's okay, it's a free point question.

Luckily, during the Chinese New Year, I went to Gu's house and listened to Uncle Gu's "gossip". Elder Gu Hong also got the identity information of this woman clearly, otherwise it would have been exposed.

People who like to listen to gossip are really lucky.

"You are...Hua Jiaoshi, like Sister Qianqian, you are from the Hua family, and you are a teacher in Baihua Valley..."

Mo Hua answered slowly and methodically.

Hua Ruyu's eyes were slightly fixed.

Surprisingly, she really knows my identity...

She lives in seclusion in Baihua Valley and rarely interacts with cultivators outside.

Although she is a direct descendant in the clan, her bloodline is a little remote. There is no ancestor or respected elder cultivator in the same branch, so she lacks support, so she is relatively marginalized.

Generally speaking, no one except the disciples in Baihua Valley knows her so well.

It should be no problem to know me.

But...

Hua Ruyu frowned.

Why didn't she have any impression of this fairy-like disciple?

However, she thought again, there are so many disciples in Baihua Valley, it seems normal for her to miss one or two.

"What's your name, what family are you from?"

Mo Hua was about to speak, but suddenly he had an idea, and said with "inferiority":

"To be honest, teacher, I am from a third-grade family, my family background is not good, my name is..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "moan", and Hua Qianqian, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened her eyes.

Mo Hua looked happy, "Senior sister, are you awake?"

Hua Qianqian was still a little dizzy, and when she saw Mo Hua, she said, "Mo..."

Mo Hua secretly pulled her sleeve and gave her a look.

Hua Qianqian was startled, and then she realized that there was someone else in the room.

She looked nervous, slowly turned her head, and saw Hua Ruyu, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "It turned out to be Sister Yu..."

Hua Ruyu's face changed immediately.

She treated Hua Qianqian with a very kind attitude, and even complained with a hint of intimacy, "You girl, what are you doing here?"

"I..."

Mo Hua immediately secretly pulled Hua Qianqian's sleeve again and gave him a suggestive look.

Hua Qianqian followed Mo Hua's gaze and saw the magnolia flowers not far away. She immediately understood and said with sorrow:

"I came to see sister Jin'er..."

Hua Ruyu thought for a moment and sighed with sympathy, "We are all very sad about Jin'er, but she can't get over it for a while, and we can't do anything about it."

"This place is where Jin'er committed suicide. You'd better not come here in the future, so as not to be sad and delay your practice."

"The dead are gone, and the living can only try their best to live..."

Hua Qianqian looked stunned and nodded.

"Okay, go back quickly..." Hua Ruyu said with a gentle expression.

"Well," Hua Qian nodded and said, "Sister Yu, I'll leave first."

"Go ahead."

Hua Qianqian looked back at the place where Ye Jin burned himself, with a sad expression, then took Mo Hua's hand and left.

After Hua Qianqian left, the gentle expression on Hua Ruyu's face gradually became cold again.

She walked around the room and found nothing out of the ordinary. Finally, she cast her eyes at the bed where Ye Jin burned himself and the white magnolia flowers placed in ink paintings in front of the bed. She looked unkindly.

"Magnolia..."

Hua Ruyu snorted coldly, and suddenly felt a chill in her heart, as if someone was watching her.

She felt uncomfortable and didn't want to stay long, so she walked out of the house and closed the door.

The moment she closed the door, she suddenly thought of the ink painting again, and couldn't help but admire it in her heart.

"What a pretty little girl..."

"The most special thing is her pure jade-like, heavenly temperament, which is completely different from other women in the world who wear makeup and powder."

"It's still a third-grade family, neither too noble nor too humble."

"Such a good embryo, I didn't find it before..."

Hua Ruyu felt a little unbelievable and secretly happy.

She silently remembered the face painted in ink in her heart, then closed the door and left with graceful steps.

…

And Baihua Valley is above the high pavilion.

Wearing a flowery dress, the woman with a cold temperament, who has been focusing on Mo Hua, has a beautiful face, but now she looks strange.

The resentment in the room dissipated...

Dispel ghosts and seal evil spirits?

Shinto inheritance?

How could this young monk have such abilities?

The woman looked slightly surprised.

In her monastic experience, there were very few monks with Shinto inheritance.

Most of the monks who can inherit the Shinto and learn it to a certain extent, and can restrain ghosts and suppress evil spirits, are old monks who have been cultivating for hundreds of years, have advanced cultivation, are experienced, and have extremely deep spiritual thoughts.

Not young.

Young monks with low cultivation, unstable Taoist mind, and unstable spiritual thoughts will most likely become the playthings or prey of ghosts when they encounter evil and ferocious sneaks that disrupt people's hearts.

Therefore, the Shinto formation masters who can actually come out of the mountains, walk around, and are still alive are all old guys.

The woman looked at the ink painting walking out from among the Baihua Valley disciples, her eyes slightly focused.

Where did this little monk come from, who looked like he was only ten or twenty years old, and who was his teacher, so he could dispel the ghost thoughts of the dead?

The woman's expression was silent, her thoughts fluctuated, and she tried many times to catch the young monk so that she could question him clearly.

But she thought for a moment and gave up.

Once caught, things get big.

A male cultivator has entered Baihua Valley - although this male cultivator is not too old and has not done anything extraordinary, he is easily criticized by others.

A sect that is all female, these rumors are the most taboo.

Moreover, at such a young age, there are very few monks who are proficient in Shinto knowledge.

And to be able to teach such a disciple, his teacher must be an extraordinary person.

Monks who are proficient in the way of spiritual thoughts either have weird minds or weird methods and should not be offended easily.

Thinking that he was not a prodigal, he entered the Valley of Flowers not to climb flowers and willows, to look for fragrance and beauty, but to get rid of sneakiness and protect the safety of the soldiers. For the time being, he turned a blind eye or closed one eye and no longer pursued it. Already...

The woman turned around and sat in front of the Baihua Tianji Disk again, intending to continue to watch the evolution of the flowers and get a glimpse of Tianji's funeral.

Just taking a closer look, the woman's pupils immediately shrank.

On the celestial disk, which is colorful and full of flowers, the lush flowers are withering.

But at this time, the speed of the flowers withering has obviously slowed down...

The dark purple rotten dirt on the withered flowers is gradually disappearing.

The "hundred flowers withered" pattern... has been delayed? !

The woman was in disbelief for a moment.

She had spent nearly a hundred years and tried every means, but could not reverse the "withered flowers" situation, but suddenly there was a turn for the better?

The woman immediately turned her head and looked out of the Baihua Valley from the high pavilion shrouded in scented flowers and mist.

Outside the valley, on the mountain road of the Hua Tuan Jin clan.

The figure painted in ink gradually fades away.

The woman's expression changed several times, and became calm again. Her expression was like an iceberg, but her mood fluctuated.

"Who is this little monk?"

"At such a young age, with such ability, he must have the guidance of an expert...who is his master?"

The woman's heart suddenly trembled, and she looked at Gaotang aside.

Above the high hall, there is a screen, with a sword hanging in the middle.

The sword was put back into its sheath with a simple pattern, like a treasure that had been sealed with all the years and sharpness.

There are two words engraved on it like a silver hook and an iron painting:

Longquan.

…

Outside Baihua Valley.

Mo Hua and Hua Qianqian left Baihua Valley along the mountain road, went straight to Baihua City outside the valley, and returned to Hua Qianqian's cave called "Qianxiang Residence".

In the cave, Murong Caiyun was still waiting for them.

Seeing that the two of them came back safely, Murong Caiyun breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "How is it?"

Hua Qianqian was startled.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt a cold wind entering her brain, and she fainted for no reason. She had no idea what happened after that.

Hua Qianqian could only turn her head and look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "It should be fine..."

"Before Senior Sister Jin'er died, there was a lot of resentment left. Now most of the resentment in that room has dissipated..."

But the cause and effect of the evil spirit is entangled with me.

However, Mo Hua did not say this.

Once it is said, there will be a lot to explain, and it will also make Senior Sister Qianqian and Senior Sister Murong worried.

"That's good."

Murong Caiyun nodded, and then she frowned again:

"Then Jin'er's death..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "It's not clear yet. There must be something else hidden, but don't worry, I will ask my uncle, the director of the Dao Ting Division, to help check. If Senior Sister Jin'er really suffered any injustice, I will definitely give her justice."

Murong Caiyun was relieved.

Hua Qianqian also showed gratitude and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Junior Sister Mo."

Mo Hua's face darkened, and he immediately realized that he was still wearing the Taoist robes of Baihua Valley and combing the hair bun of Baihua Valley, and he took off the robes immediately.

Hua Qianqian wanted to stop him but failed, and said with an unhappy face:

"Can't you wear it for a little longer..."

She hasn't seen enough.

Murong Caiyun, who was standing by, actually felt a little bit of regret in her heart.

Mo Hua had already changed back into the Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, and turned back into the "young senior brother" of Taixu Sect with clear eyes like jade.

It was getting late, and Mo Hua had to go back to the sect.

Before leaving, he specifically reminded Hua Qianqian:

"Sister Qianqian, you just fainted because of the resentment. In the next three days, you should rest and avoid overexerting your mind and spirit."

"Then, wear some jade pendants to calm your mind, burn sandalwood indoors, and eat some light and nourishing food."

"If you find that your spirit is abnormal, have nightmares at night, see strange phantoms, etc., you must tell me as soon as possible."

Hua Qianqian saw Mo Hua's serious expression and nodded obediently.

Murong Caiyun looked at Mo Hua with a little surprise.

"Okay, I'm going back." Mo Hua waved his hand.

"Well," Hua Qianqian thought for a while, and then said, "If there is anything you need help with Sister Jin'er, you can come to me."

"Okay!"

Mo Hua nodded.

...

Then Mo Hua returned to Taixu Gate.

It was late, and the disciples stayed inside.

Mo Hua recalled all the things that happened during the day and thought silently in his heart.

First of all, it is quite troublesome to deal with evil spirits.

In the sea of ​​consciousness or in nightmares, his divine consciousness is indeed very strong.

But in reality, ghosts possess others, or parasitize in evil things, or wander in the air with a sinister aura for a short time.

He has no good way.

After Senior Sister Jin'er turned into a half-step "evil spirit" and possessed Senior Sister Qianqian, if she was not afraid of being sealed by herself and perishing with her body, and never being able to settle the old grudge, she would not leave Senior Sister Qianqian's body.

In this way, Senior Sister Qianqian is in danger.

Even if she is rescued later, she will be seriously injured.

And he can only watch helplessly, but can do nothing.

"It seems that I need to find a way to learn more about the methods of suppressing ghosts and evil spirits in the way of the gods..."

Otherwise, if there are mean little ghosts in the future, I have a powerful divine consciousness, but I can't kill them because I can't leave my body. It would be too frustrating.

At present, the most accessible thing is the real "divine consciousness into sword" true art.

The move of sword light in the eyes needs to be practiced.

In addition, there is "Dao Nie".

After the tragic death of Senior Sister Jin'er, there are signs of turning into a fierce ghost, which is half a step to "fierce ghost".

At the same time, the traces of "Dao Nie" also appeared on her body.

"Dao Nie..."

For some reason, when Mo Hua mentioned Dao Nie, he couldn't help but think of his uncle.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that there is a little shadow of his uncle in this.

But thinking about it carefully, it's unlikely.

From what he had seen and heard in Lishan City, he knew that his uncle should be at the level of Yuhua Realm, and there was a high probability that he was at the peak of Yuhua Realm, and he was only one step away from Dongxu Realm.

But no matter what, he was not Dongxu Realm yet.

And the Ganxuezhou Realm was a fifth-grade land, with many large families and large sects entrenched here, and there were also many Dongxu ancestors.

No matter how strong his uncle was, he should not have taken such a big risk, planting demons in his Dao heart and stirring up trouble under the eyes of the Dao Court, surrounded by so many families and sects, and in front of so many Dongxu ancestors.

Mo Hua shook his head.

I must have been overthinking...

If he were his uncle, the top priority now would definitely be to find a way to cross the natural chasm, break into Dongxu Realm, and then use the ability of Dongxu Realm to break the void to raise Dao evil all over the world.

He should not have time to waste in the Ganxuezhou Realm.

Mo Hua put this idea behind him and continued to think about Senior Sister Ye Jin.

After this trip to Baihua Valley, Mo Hua had figured it out.

Senior Sister Ye Jin did commit suicide.

But she probably thought of such a cruel and painful way to burn herself to death because she saw the record in "Hundred Taboos of Cultivation" about "people who die tragically, carry resentment, and turn into evil spirits".

There must be a hidden story.

And now Mo Hua can almost conclude that Senior Sister Ye Jin's death must be related to one person.

A heavily made-up face appeared in Mo Hua's mind.

"Flowers are like jade!"

This teaching in Baihua Valley is very problematic!

Why did he and Senior Sister Qianqian secretly go to the room where Senior Sister Ye Jin set herself on fire to check the situation? No other elders noticed it, but she, a teacher in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, discovered it?

Why is she looking at him so warily?

Why did she look guilty in Senior Sister Ye Jin's room?

Also, some of her subtle expressions during her conversation seemed very strange. She was too cold towards herself, but too enthusiastic towards Senior Sister Qianqian...

If you want to find a way to check...

Mo Hua immediately took out the letter of communication and wrote to Gu Changhuai:

"Uncle Gu, go on a blind date quickly!"

After the message was sent, Gu Changhuai didn't reply to Mo Hua for a long time.

He probably saw it but didn't want to pay attention to it.

Mo Hua said: "It's business!"

After sending the message, Mo Hua suddenly realized that everyone who urges others to go on a blind date will feel that they are doing "business".

Mo Hua immediately said: "It has something to do with the death of Senior Sister Ye Jin."

Sure enough, after he sent this sentence, Gu Changhuai replied:

"real?"

"real!"

"What does it matter?" Gu Changhuai asked.

"It's not clear yet," Mo Hua said, "That's why I need you to go on a blind date, take a look with your own eyes, and ask her about her details. Based on Uncle Gu's experience as the Daoting Si Dian Si for many years, you can judge whether this Hua Jiaoxi is any questions."

"Why do I feel..." Gu Changhuai frowned, "Are you trying to trick me into going on a blind date?"

Mo Hua said speechlessly: "How could I lie to you with such a serious matter?"

After all, it involves the murder of Senior Sister Ye Jin.

Gu Changhuai nodded slightly and thought it was right.

Although the ink paintings are out of tune, most of the time, his actions are quite reliable.

But Gu Changhuai still refused: "I won't go."

"Why?"

"I can go for inquiries, but not for blind dates."

Mo Hua said angrily: "If you go to 'inquire' as the Daoting Si Dian Si, wouldn't you just scare the enemy? It's so nice to go on a blind date, it's natural, there are no flaws, and you can inquire about information as a matter of course. Even if you ask something offensive, If you have problems, others will only think that you have low emotional intelligence and will not think of going anywhere else..."

Gu Changhuai: "..."

"Uncle Gu, go ahead. As the Dian Si of the Dao Ting Si, this is your duty and morality."

Gu Changhuai was silent.

Mo Hua said again: "You just go this time. From now on, it will be up to me to handle Elder Gu Hong's side."

Gu Changhuai thought for a long time, finally sighed and compromised:

"good……"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "I'm going to send you some suspicious things. Uncle Gu, please make some insinuations and ask her more. Also, go on a blind date as soon as possible, the sooner the better..."

Mo Hua wrote a lot more words and sent them.

But there was no reply from Gu Changhuai.

However, Mo Hua knew that with Uncle Gu's character, once he agreed, he would definitely do it and would never break his promise.

In the next few days, he practiced peacefully in the sect while waiting for news about Uncle Gu's "blind date".