Asking about longevity

As the Lantern Festival approaches, Yanshui City is very lively.

The streets were busy with traffic, monks of all kinds criss-crossed each other, and the streets were densely packed with people.

Mo Hua and the others found a small restaurant, asked for a private room, made sure no one was eavesdropping, and then started talking quietly.

"At this juncture, the sect doesn't seem to want to sail..."

"But the commotion down there is quite big. After all, everyone is counting on this to make extra money."

"What's more, the limelight has passed, and Daotingsi has also stopped its efforts. No action has been seen."

"As for the Daoting higher up, it has always been a show-off. If something happened, I would use some spiritual stones to accommodate it, and then it would be easy to deal with it."

"Some other aristocratic families are also putting pressure. After all, it's not us...it's not the Guishuimen family that eats this meal, others also have to eat meat..."

"Therefore, the ship is still sailing this time, but it is more hidden."

…

Wang Chen told Mo Hua everything he knew.

Mo Hua nodded, and seeing Wang Chen's worried face, he said:

"Don't worry, I've left a record for you with Daotingsi. You were coerced by the sect to do such a thing. As long as you don't have second thoughts and don't make big mistakes, the Guishui Gate incident will happen when the time comes. , can be exempted from guilt.”

Wang Chen was overjoyed, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you..."

He looked at the ink painting and didn't know what to call it.

Hao Xuan then reminded him: "Little senior brother."

"Oh," Wang Chen also shouted in confusion, "Thank you, little senior brother."

Mo Hua nodded and accepted it as acquiescence.

"All the boats in Guishui Gate will be anchored during the day, and after sunset, around You hour, they will set off together and sail into the Yanshui River."

"Some of the boats are normal cruise ships for tourists to put on lights and enjoy the scenery; while the other part looks the same, but has a different destination and completely different uses..."

Wang Chen said to Mo Hua.

"Do you want to wait until sunset..." Mo Hua murmured.

Wang Chen nodded, "But you can get on the boat in advance. I have agreed with the senior brother in charge that I can take you there in advance. You can play on the boat for a while and get familiar with the situation first. When the time comes, you will naturally follow the boat. , sailing to the destination together.”

"Is your senior brother reliable?" Cheng Mo asked.

Wang Chen considered it and said: "He is actually not very reliable, but he is very greedy for money. I gave him some spiritual stones. For the sake of the spiritual stones, he should be reliable."

"Okay." Mo Hua nodded.

After the discussion, Wang Chen brought Mo Hua and the others to a huge, exquisite and luxurious cruise ship.

In front of the cruise ship, there are Guishui Sect disciples guarding it, and tourists can board the cruise ship with their tokens.

"Senior Brother, wait a moment."

Wang Chen said to Mo Hua and others, then he ran to the front of the boat and said something to a senior brother from Guishuimen.

The senior brother glanced at Mo Hua and the others from a distance, nodded slightly, and then waved to them.

Mo Hua and others stepped forward.

"Come with me..."

Senior Brother Guishuimen said, and then he led the way.

But he did not bring Mo Hua and the others on board, but took them to a nearby, quiet, small warehouse with no one around, and said:

"One hundred thousand spiritual stones per person."

Mo Hua was surprised, "So expensive?"

Senior Brother Guishuimen said disdainfully, "Do you know where you are going? What a place of ecstasy and pleasure it is there? One hundred thousand spirit stones are all discounted. This is for the sake of Junior Brother Wang, otherwise it would be less It’s said to be 110,000.”

Mo Hua was a little tangled, and finally reluctantly said: "Okay..."

This was all for the purpose of investigating the case. If it were him, he wouldn't spend this unjust spiritual stone to kill him.

And he planned to ask Uncle Gu to "reimburse" him afterwards.

Hao Xuan and the others also felt a little sad, but they were all descendants of aristocratic families and could not afford to pay. Moreover, Mo Hua said that this was a commission from Daotingsi, and they could earn a lot of merit.

Merit cannot be exchanged for spiritual stones.

As long as you can earn meritorious deeds, it's worth spending some spiritual stones.

If the spiritual stones are not enough, you can also use some valuable spiritual weapons of equal value to offset them.

Everyone handed a storage bag filled with spiritual stones or spiritual weapons to the senior brother of Guishui Gate.

But when it was the turn of the ink painting, Brother Guishuimen stared at the ink painting, looking left and right, thinking for a moment, then suddenly changed his mind, shook his head and said:

"He can't."

"Why isn't it working?" Wang Chen asked doubtfully.

Senior Brother Guishuimen looked serious, "You know where I took you, right?"

"Look at him like this," he pointed at the ink painting and lowered his voice, "...does he look like someone who visits a brothel?"

Mo Hua couldn't stand it anymore.

Even if I was rejected once, I was rejected twice in a row.

Mo Hua said angrily: "Why don't I look like a prostitute?!"

Situ Jian quickly pulled his sleeves, looking dumbfounded.

This is not a good thing either...

There is no need to fight for this.

But Brother Guishuimen just wouldn't let Mo Hua get on the boat, even if he said anything, not even if he added spiritual stones.

Wang Chen couldn't even plead for mercy.

"Senior brother, although I have this little hobby and like to earn some spiritual stones, the above rules cannot be broken, at least they cannot be made too obvious."

"His face is too tender, it won't work, it really won't work..."

In the end, the conversation was fruitless, and there was really no other way. Mo Hua could only be left alone and watched helplessly as Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and Hao Xuan boarded the boat.

Mo Hua was a little angry, but also a little worried about Hao Xuan and the others.

Fortunately, he had prepared some methods before.

Cheng Mo and the other two had the array he had prepared in advance to protect themselves from accidents.

In addition, Mo Hua gave each of them a set of water-proof armor and taught them some tricks to drive away water and avoid monsters, so that they could jump off the boat and run away once they found that the situation was not good.

In Situ Jian's hand, there was also a letter transmission order.

This was used exclusively by the Daoting Division, and Mo Hua specially asked for it from Gu Changhuai.

Yanshui City was far away from Taixu Gate, and there was no Yuanci Center for transfer. When they arrived at the Yanshui River, the Yuanci was weaker, and the Taixu Order might not be able to send letters.

Therefore, this kind of letter transmission order that does not rely on the Yuanci array for transfer and can send one-to-one messages within a certain range is very necessary.

As for Mo Hua himself, he could only find another way to get in.

Mo Hua strolled outside.

In Yanshui City, there are branches of the Yanshui River flowing through, so there are many ferry crossings in the city. Now, there are many exquisite cruise ships on each ferry crossing.

These cruise ships all go down the Yanshui River together at the hour of You.

But the problem is that, from the surface, all the boats are mixed together, colorful, and it is impossible to distinguish which are normal cruise ships and which are "rouge boats" with hidden romance.

After finding them, you have to be able to get in again.

Mo Hua tried several times and found that he could neither find the rouge boat nor have a good way to get into the cruise ship.

Seeing that the sun was approaching noon, he had to find a place to fill his stomach first and see if he had any other ideas after eating.

Time was limited, and Mo Hua wanted to be convenient, so he just found a small food shop near the market, picked a few favorite side dishes, and ate a full meal with noodles.

When checking out, there were a total of five spirit stones.

The shopkeeper held the five spirit stones, his face was full of smiles, and he kept saying good things to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was suddenly a little stunned.

Five...

Ordinary cultivators who work hard usually earn spiritual stones one by one, and spend spiritual stones one by one.

But on the cruise ship.

One ticket costs 100,000 spiritual stones.

Mo Hua turned around and looked around.

There were mostly small vendors in the market, and their business was mostly one or two spiritual stones.

Despite this, they also lived hard and worked hard.

In this world, some cultivators rely on a few spiritual stones to make a living.

But there are also cultivators who spend hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones for temporary enjoyment.

Yanshui City held a lantern festival, with a lot of traffic and people, seemingly prosperous.

But is this prosperity really prosperous?

Under the prosperity, who would even look at these poor cultivators?

Mo Hua's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt unspeakable in his heart.

"The way of man is to take from the deficient in order to support the abundant."

The so-called "prosperity" may itself be just a manifestation of human "exploitation" to a certain extent.

Things will turn to the opposite extreme, and prosperity will decline.

The prosperity brought by exploitation is essentially just a process of "decline".

Mo Hua inexplicably thought of the Qian family ancestor in Dahei Mountain, and the master uncle who raised "Tao Nie", and sighed silently.

...

After dinner, Mo Hua still wandered in Yanshui City.

But there was still no progress in the matter of Yanzhi Boat.

"Or, go find Uncle Gu and hang out with him?"

Mo Hua thought about it and shook his head.

Uncle Gu has many people in the Daoting Division, and this kind of secret investigation must not be done with them.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

And, Uncle Gu must not know that he was refused to board the ship because he "doesn't look like someone who visits a brothel."

"What should I do?"

Mo Hua thought about it and couldn't think of a way, so he decided to tell a fortune.

He found a teahouse, asked for a private room, ordered a pot of mist tea, and then took out three copper coins in the mist.

"What to count? Rouge Boat?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and wanted to throw the copper coins, but in an instant, his heart suddenly trembled.

There seemed to be black and purple cause and effect entangled in front of him, a huge poppy flower opened its mouth wide, trying to swallow itself...

Mo Hua's pupils trembled, and he clenched the copper coins tightly and stopped divination.

"Can't count..."

The three words Rouge Boat seemed to contain a big cause and effect.

It seemed that once it was calculated, it would touch something, be noticed by some people, and encounter some unknown dangers...

The scene just now was an intuitive cause and effect omen.

"Can't count, what should I do?"

Mo Hua thought for a while, and his mind moved, and suddenly thought that it should not be that it can't be counted, but that the three words "Rouge Boat" can't be counted.

Rouge Boat can't be counted, and there will be hidden cause and effect risks if it is calculated, but it doesn't mean that other things can't be calculated.

You can start from other things.

What other things?

Shui Yanluo? Guishuimen? Yanshuihe Altar?

These causalities seem to be not small...

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

"Senior Sister Ye!"

Senior Sister Ye may be just an "insignificant" victim in the Yanzhizhou incident, but her causal relationship can be used as an introduction.

Mo Hua spread out his palm again, silently chanted "Ye Jin's death" in his heart, and then threw up the copper coin. When the copper coin fell and returned to his palm, Mo Hua went to see the hexagram.

Two positive and one negative.

Two of the positive copper coins were stacked together.

"What does it mean?"

Mo Hua was a little confused.

After all, he didn't have a systematic inheritance of Tianji, and he couldn't understand the basic copper coin divination.

Does this mean that there are two murderers?

One positive and one negative.

But why are the positive copper coins stacked together?

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out, so he decided to make a simpler calculation.

"The murderer who killed Ye Jin..."

No, Senior Sister Ye Jin committed suicide.

The murderer who forced her to death?

There may be many people, and it's hard to calculate...

Then we can only calculate "someone related to Ye Jin..."

Mo Hua threw the copper coin again, and this time the hexagram was much simpler. The three copper coins formed a line, and there was white causal energy floating on it.

It should point to... direction?

Mo Hua guessed and felt that his calculation should be correct.

He put away the copper coins, paid for the tea, and left the teahouse, following the direction of the white causal energy on the copper coins, and walked forward.

Passing by the street, passing through the market, coming to the ferry, and crossing rows of colorful spiritual boats, the causal energy finally lingered in front of an obviously smaller and somewhat old cruise ship.

Mo Hua looked up and took a closer look.

There was no obvious sign on the boat, and he didn't know which sect it belonged to, or which family.

Moreover, the boat was obviously a bit old, and the layout was a bit old. I don't know what it was used for before, and now it has been temporarily changed into a cruise ship.

The boat itself was not very eye-catching among the gorgeous cruise ships.

At this time, the flow of people was intertwined, some people got on the boat, and some people got off the boat, but tokens were needed to enter and exit.

"Is there the cause and effect of Senior Sister Ye Jin on this boat?"

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

There was a development array on the boat, and he didn't have a token, so he couldn't get in. He could only find a tea shop nearby, sit down and drink tea and observe for a while.

After about half an hour, Mo Hua, who was drinking tea, suddenly felt a jump in his heart. He looked up and saw a monk in green clothes coming down from the boat.

This person was of middle age, and his cultivation was probably at the peak of foundation building. His hair was half white, his expression was calm, his eyes were indifferent, but there was a trace of sadness and stubbornness in his eyes.

The monks passing by all saluted and greeted him.

He also returned the salute one by one.

"Shui Yanluo?" Mo Hua's eyes were stern, and then he said secretly, "It seems not..."

Shui Yanluo had one arm cut off by Uncle Gu, and the injury was not light.

And this monk in green clothes had no scars on his body.

His aura was also different from Shui Yanluo.

While he was thinking, the monk in green clothes got off the boat and walked straight to a nearby restaurant.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, then followed him, and saw the monk in green clothes went up to the second floor alone and entered a private room, seemingly discussing things with someone. After a while, two other monks came down.

The two monks were in casual clothes, but Mo Hua could sense the strong aura of water spirit power on them.

"They are from Guishui Sect..."

And the two men muttered as they walked:

"This old guy, hired his boat, and didn't bargain..."

"... made a killing..."

It seemed that they were discussing a business deal.

Although their voices were low, Mo Hua still heard them.

After the two men left, Mo Hua pondered for a while and had a plan in his mind.

He got up and went up to the second floor, found the private room of the blue-clothed monk, and pushed the door open without pretending.

In the private room, the blue-clothed monk, who was frowning and thinking, saw the room suddenly opened and was disturbed, and his expression was slightly angry.

But after seeing Mo Hua's face, he was stunned.

"This young master, we don't seem to know...?"

The blue-clothed monk said with a slightly depressed look.

"It doesn't matter if I don't know you, I know you now..."

Mo Hua didn't say much, and said straight to the point, "I want to ask you to do me a small favor."

The green-clothed monk frowned and asked, "What favor?"

Mo Hua said slowly, "Take me on the boat, I will go wherever you go tonight."

The green-clothed monk heard this, his expression changed, and he sneered immediately:

"Young Master, don't joke, Ye's boat is full, and there is no room for you."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves, stood up and was about to leave.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Ye Hong!"

The green-clothed monk was stunned, turned his head to look at Mo Hua, and said solemnly: "Do you know Ye?"

Then he thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized it in his heart.

If he didn't know me, he wouldn't have come to my door so openly.

He looked at Mo Hua again.

Mo Hua did not wear the sect robe, but only ordinary robes. Although his clothes were simple, his face was as handsome as jade, his eyes were as clear as water, and his demeanor was even more extraordinary. Compared with himself, who had been an elder in the clan for many years, his momentum was not much less.

The green-clothed monk knew that the young boy had an unknown origin and might not be easy to mess with, so he said:

"Even if you know Ye, it's useless. The boat is full and can't carry anyone else. Young master, take care of yourself. Ye will take his leave..."

The green-clothed monk perfunctorily bowed, got up and left.

He didn't even look at Mo Hua, and passed by Mo Hua. Just as he was about to leave the private room, he heard Mo Hua's cold voice behind him:

"Your children are all dead..."

The green-robed monk was shocked, and suddenly turned around, looking at Mo Hua with red eyes, and said in a trembling voice:

"Who... who are you?"

Mo Hua just said calmly: "Do you want revenge?"

The green-robed monk suppressed his emotions and said calmly:

"Birth, aging, sickness and death are the normal state of life. There is life and there is death. This is true for everyone. My two children are just one step ahead of me..."

Mo Hua said: "Your son died on the Yanshui River. His boat was overturned, his throat was cut, and he was bitten and swallowed by a water monster..."

"Your daughter died in the sect. She lit a big fire and burned herself to death, in order to become a fierce ghost in pain and despair and take revenge on those who killed her..."

Mo Hua's words were like a sharp knife, piercing the man's heart.

The man clenched his fists tightly, his nails piercing into the flesh. At the end, he sighed and said indifferently:

"They are all dead, what's the point of saying these, I am just lingering on and living the rest of my life..."

"No," Mo Hua shook his head, looked at the blue-clothed monk, and said silently: "You want revenge."

He could sense the deep anger and boundless hatred in the man's soul.

When a man reaches middle age, his children are both dead.

This resentment was as red as blood.

The blue-robed monk was exposed by Mo Hua for his long-hidden secrets, and his expression suddenly changed, and there was even a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Mo Hua said calmly: "If you don't believe me, you will never get revenge in your life."

You will never get revenge in your life...

You will never get revenge in your life!!

This sentence seemed to anger the blue-robed monk. He looked angry, and the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time surged up, and even his mind was a little abnormal.

In just a moment, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and he looked at Mo Hua fiercely, as if he regarded Mo Hua as an enemy.

Mo Hua had no joy or anger, and the golden sword light in his eyes flashed slightly.

As soon as his eyes touched the sword light, in an instant, the murderous intent and resentment that had been suppressed for a long time in the eyes of the blue-robed monk, who had been suppressed for who knows how long, instantly dissipated like an avalanche.

He only felt a stabbing pain in his consciousness and a dizzy head.

But Mo Hua's move was very gentle, and he only touched her slightly. After a moment, the man came back to his senses, his anger dissipated, and his mind became clear.

He looked at Mo Hua with lingering fear, with deep fear in his eyes:

"Who... are you?"

Mo Hua looked calm and didn't say anything.

The man knew that Mo Hua didn't want to reveal his identity for the time being, so he stopped asking.

Then he frowned, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed and said slowly:

"Okay, as long as I can avenge my children who have been wronged, I can do anything..."