Asking about longevity

This evil fetus is both familiar and unfamiliar.

It looks like a pitch-black baby, somewhat like the one Mo Hua killed before, but it is obviously larger, and its limbs are more deformed, and its breath is more chaotic. It is unknown how much resentment and bitter hatred is mixed with it. How much malice.

At this time, it was looking at the ink painting with an indifferent expression.

Mo Hua is also watching it.

In the dark and filthy dream demon, a golden figure and a filthy black evil baby looked at each other silently.

I don't know how much time passed, but the Evil Infant's expression suddenly became violent. He opened his mouth full of jagged teeth, his eyes were blood red, his right hand pointed at the ink painting, and he murmured a strange sound in his mouth,

Mo Hua frowned, not knowing what it was going to do, when he noticed black mist surging around him and blood trembling.

The ground was bulging everywhere, and black water condensed, manifesting into silhouettes one after another.

The human image is like a monster, but if you look closely, it is not a "monster", but a real "human being", people who died tragically one after another.

Their clothes are on the roof, their limbs are broken, their faces are covered with blood and tears, they are enslaved and dominated, full of countless resentments, struggling to crawl towards the ink painting.

One hand after another, they grabbed Mo Hua, and opened their mouths to bite Mo Hua.

Severe pain came.

This kind of pain is not just physical pain, it seems to be mixed with countless cultivators, the depression and suffering during life, and the sorrow and despair after death.

Mo Hua's expression changed and he pointed a little, but no fireball appeared on his fingertips.

As soon as he thought, there was no formation around him. As soon as he grasped the palm, there was no sword of divine thought in his palm.

It was as if in this nightmare, he was just a weak and humble low-level monk.

He has no cultivation, no spells, no formations, no sword techniques, nothing. In the face of the great calamity,

Desperate and powerless.

More and more people who died tragically crawled to Mo Hua's side and gnawed at Mo Hua's body.

The pain of life and the despair of death are like poison, seeping into the whole body of the ink painting.

The pain intensified and Mo Hua, who lost all strength, gradually felt cold and desperate.

Just when he was bitten by these half-human, half-ghost demons, sinking into boundless pain, and about to be submerged by the mountain of corpses, a sudden clarity arose, and his Taoist heart was immediately purified as before.

Mo Hua suddenly woke up.

“Fake—everything is fake.”

"This weak, powerless, humble low-level monk is not me."

"I am Mo Hua. I have Taoist spiritual thoughts and my own Tao. Hundreds and thousands of formations are so perfect that they blend into my body. My divine thoughts turn into swords to kill both ego and evil spirits."

Mo Hua's gaze became more and more determined, revealing the edge of a sword.

He held his hands empty.

There is a wisp of sword intent in the palm, which is constantly twisting, flickering, and forming. It is constantly breaking through the limitations of certain thoughts and breaking the rules of certain nightmares...

Finally, there was a slight sound and cracks spread all over the body of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua holds his right hand, golden light suddenly appears, and the sword reveals its edge.

He held the sword of spiritual thought in his hand, and the first sword was directed at himself.

The golden sword light flashed and directly chopped his "Incarnation of Divine Mind" into pieces.

But it was not himself who was killed, but the humble monk who was weak, powerless, and desperate, and could only die miserably in the face of the catastrophe.

What was cut was the dream demon's rules, which were given to his "self" through deception and bewitchment.

False self-annihilation, self-reflection, and ink paintings instantly clear the mind.

The rules of dreams are broken.

All the spiritual power of the ink painting returned to the body,

The sword of spiritual thought in his hand was flowing with brilliant light, and the sword energy surged. With a wave of Mo Hua's horizontal arm, the sword energy pulled out a bright golden light, like a river bursting its embankment, sweeping across.

All the half-human and half-ghost monsters were cut in half, strangled by the golden sword light, and turned into ashes.

The dark energy in the nightmare was swept away.

Mo Hua turned his head and Dingqing looked forward.

The deformed and strong "evil baby" in front was still looking at the ink painting with ferocious eyes.

Mo Hua did not kill this "evil baby"

Because he knew that what was in front of him was just an "illusion", a non-existent thing, a kind of causal force.

It is like the "anchor" of cause and effect. Nightmares and monsters come because of it, but it is not here at all.

The rules of the dream demon were broken, Mo Hua's consciousness gradually awakened, the nightmare dissipated, and the evil baby's figure gradually disappeared.

But the evil fetus is still looking at the ink paintings...

When the ink painting fell into a dream, it was looking at the ink painting; when the ink painting was swallowed up by the demon, it was looking at the ink painting; when the ink painting broke the dream demon and killed the demon with a sword, it was still looking at the ink painting; now that the dream demon is about to dissipate, it is still there Looking at the ink painting.

Its pupils were empty and dark, oozing with bloodshot eyes, looking eerie and terrifying.

Until the dream demon completely dissipated and Mo Hua woke up from the nightmare, these blood-stained eyes were still imprinted in his mind.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

I found that the spiritual ink had been knocked over on the table, and the ink had penetrated into the paper, and the traces were still wet.

The nightmare went away just as quickly as it came.

It didn't take long from falling asleep to waking up.

Mo Hua cleaned up the table, wiped the ink stains, arranged the books, and then sat at the table, frowning and thinking.

"Why am I having this nightmare?"

It was the evil fetus from before, but it was not completely killed. Or is it because of the cause and effect after killing the evil fetus?

Or is it because I met that 'young master' and personally saw the opium-like fallen chains of heaven, so cause and effect began to work in some mysterious way?

"Why is this dream demon different from the previous ones? In the dream, I seem to be no longer me. Could this be the ability of the evil god?"

besides--·

Mo Hua frowned.

"Who is this evil fetus that I dreamed about?"

Is it dead or not?

If he was dead, why did he appear in his dream?

If it is not dead, does that mean that the Great Desolate Evil God does not only have one evil fetus?

How many evil fetuses did Mr. Tu have?

Yu'er's words and dreams came to mind again. Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gradually began to make guesses.

What is to be done next is gradually taking shape.

Mo Hua calmed down, began to abandon foreign objects, and continued to draw the formation without hesitation.

Formation must be practiced. As long as you practice it, you will definitely make progress.

No matter how many accidents or changes occur in life, as long as there is time, one must practice the formation.

And time is limited, and the passing away is so inexhaustible. Once any trivial time is wasted, it is impossible to recover it.

Mo Hua continued to practice the formation, but after practicing for a while, his expression became slightly stern.

Those empty, dark, bloodshot, eerie eyes appeared in front of him again, looking at him silently.

These eyes seem to last forever.

I will always look at the ink paintings in some unknown place, forever.

Mo Hua also silently stared at these terrifying eyes in his heart. After a moment, he murmured in a low voice:

"How dare you look at me..."

"Look again, and I will "eat" you——"

A few days later, Taixu City.

Mo Hua made an appointment with Master Gu and met at a restaurant.

Since it was not a mid-day break and there was still ink painting class, time was limited, so the two of them just had a simple meal and chatted.

Master Gu is a third-grade weapon refining master of the Gu family, and he is in charge of the weapon refining shop opened by the Gu family in Gushan City.

The weapon-refining shop was on the verge of bankruptcy and could not make a living. It was Mo Hua who drew formations for them, customized spiritual weapons, and also brought in business. Only then could they come back to life and get better and better.

Master Gu was so grateful to Mo Hua that he poured wine and food for Mo Hua at the table, as if Mo Hua was the golden elixir and he was just building the foundation and cultivating the soil...

"Master Gu, you're welcome." Mo Hua said.

"It should, it should." Master Gu gave Mo Hua another piece of elbow and said with a smile, "Young Master has been very kind to our weapon refinery. If you have anything to do in the future, just give me your orders."

Master Gu looked sincere.

Mo Hua's eyes flashed slightly and asked: "Master Gu, how is the current situation of Gushan City?"

"How are you doing?"

"Um."

Master Gu pondered: "The current situation of Gushan City is very different from before, but the business of our weapon refining shop is much better. The more and more spiritual stones we make, the livelihood of the surrounding areas is also improving."

"Many refining masters come to our refining shop to make a living. Those who are mining and working as coolies also have a living through our refining shop."

"Compared to some prosperous big fairy cities, even some prosperous small and medium-sized fairy cities, it is naturally far inferior. But compared to the previous Gushan City, it is much better, and there are more monks coming and going. , the city is gradually becoming more alive—"

Mo Hua nodded.

In other words...-The situation is improving and life is getting better little by little.

"Then————" Mo Hua lowered his voice and asked, "Has anything happened in Gushan City recently?"

Master Gu couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Master, what kind of thing are you talking about?"

"That is, is there anything weird or strange, or -" Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly, "A big murder case, in which many people died?"

Master Gu looked stern, "A murder case?"

"Yeah," Mo Hua nodded, "The kind where the Tu family is wiped out and a lot of people die."

Master Gu frowned, thought about it seriously, and shook his head, "No."

"No?"

"Well, it has been relatively peaceful recently," Master Gu said, "and in Gushan City, there are mostly scattered families. Since the ruins, there have been few small families, and it is impossible to have the kind of "killing the family and killing a lot of people" people's situation. "

After all, there are only a few members of the Sanxiu family, so they can't be called "annihilated".

Mo Hua nodded, but felt strange in his heart.

No accidents, no major cases————·

The business of the Gu family's weapon refining shop is getting better and better, and even the surrounding monks have enough food to eat. There are a lot of people in the city, and they are gradually gaining popularity.

All of this is obviously developing in a good direction.

But why -

That Diansi named "Fan Jin" whom he met during the siege of the Demon Sect that day, wanted to be transferred out of Gushan City so much?

If you just want to be transferred, that's fine.

There is nothing wrong with people going to higher places.

But there was deep fear hidden in his eyes————·

What is there in Gushan City that makes him, the Dao Ting Si Jin Dan Dian Si, feel "fearful"?

The more Mo Hua thought about it, the stranger he became, so he asked, "Master Gu, do you know Fan Jin?"

"Fan Jin?" Master Gu confirmed slightly, "Young master, you mean Fan Diansi from Gushan City?

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

"You actually know him." Master Gu was very surprised.

Mo Hua simply said: "By chance, we met once."

Master Gu nodded and didn’t ask any more questions. He thought for a moment and said:

"I have had a few drinks with this Fan Diansi, and we have become somewhat friendly. He is a pretty good person, but he is a bit utilitarian, likes to be a bit arrogant, and is a bit bully, but he is not too out of the ordinary. Normally, he is not too outrageous. He also follows rules when doing things. Gushan City is too poor and there is not much money to be made, so he, as a Diansi, can be considered "incorruptible" - "

"Oh——" Mo Hua was thoughtful.

Master Gu observed the words and said in a low voice: "Young Master, has Fan Diansi done something wrong, or has he offended you?"

Mo Hua smiled and said, "It's okay. He said he is Diansi of Gushan City and wants to treat me to dinner. I'll just ask."

Master Gu breathed a sigh of relief and thought that everything was fine.

This Fan Datou really has some eyesight. He can recognize the young master's "thighs" that are so inconspicuous...

The two chatted again, and after having had enough wine and food, Mo Hua returned to Taixu Gate. Before leaving, he said: "Master Gu, we will be on holiday in three days. I will go to Gushan City to take a look then."

Master Gu was stunned when he heard this, then he was overjoyed and said quickly:

"Don't worry, young master, I will definitely make arrangements, and I will come to pick you up personally when the time comes."

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, master."

Three days later, Mo Hua rode on the Gu family's carriage, escorted by Master Gu personally, and headed to Gushan City together.

Halfway through the journey, Mo Hua was thinking a lot, and suddenly he felt something in his heart and looked up.

He discovered that on a hilltop in the distance, hidden among the deep mountains and old forests, there was a small exposed temple—it was the temple of his old friend Huangshanjun.

"Tiger——"

Mo Hua had an impromptu idea and wanted to pay a visit to Mr. Huangshan.

After all, he seems to have not seen this old friend for a long time. I don’t know how he is doing now. Is he drinking rainwater and eating steamed buns every day?

But then I thought about it, Master Gu was on his way, and the distance to Gushan City was quite far, so stopping by to visit Tiger King would be a bit of a delay.

"Next time - next time I must go and play with Mr. Huangshan."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

A gust of mountain wind blew through the dry mountain, making the mountain forest rustle, and the mountain temple in the depths seemed to be trembling slightly.

Afterwards, Master Gu drove away, while Mo Hua closed his eyes and rested in the car.

The carriage was flying like lightning, and after another half a day, they finally arrived at Gushan City.

Mo Hua opened the curtain, stuck his head out, and looked around, taking in a panoramic view of Gushan City.

The mountain city is still relatively dilapidated, with bare stones, withered grass and trees, and a gray sky. It is surrounded by abandoned mines and sparsely populated.

I am used to seeing the prosperity of Qianxue Prefecture and its surrounding fairy cities, but when I look at Gushan City again, I will feel a strong sense of fragmentation.

It can even give people the illusion that these people are actually living in the same world.

But Master Gu was right.

Compared with before, Gushan City has become much better. At least the faces of the cultivators coming and going are not so depressed and sad, but more angry.

The carriage leisurely moved forward along the rocky streets of Kanke, and entered a huge weapon refining shop located in the southeast corner of Gushan City.

On the door of the Weapon Refining Shop, there is a plaque with the words "Gu Family Weapon Refining Shop" written vigorously, and a small plaque hanging below it reads "Gushan Branch".

Entering the weapon refining shop, there was a scene of excitement.

Compared with before, the changes in the weapon refining industry have been earth-shaking.

The refining furnace is larger, the molten fire formation is more complete, and there are more refining masters and disciples.

Everyone worked together and put one spiritual weapon embryo after another into the refining furnace to bake, quench, and then take it out for forging.

In the raging fire, sparks flew everywhere. Rows of various spiritual weapons, freshly baked, are neatly placed in the courtyard.

No matter the scale, stoves, manpower, or output, it is far better than before.

Mo Hua has not been to Gushan City for a long time. Ever since the charter was negotiated and the formations and spiritual weapon specifications were decided, he has become the "hands-off shopkeeper".

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Hua couldn't help but be a little shocked. He praised Master Gu and said:

"Master Gu, your weapon refining business is getting better and better..."

Master Gu looked proud after receiving the praise. He bowed his hands to Mo Hua and said, "This is all thanks to the young master.

Without the young master, there would be no weapon refining business today. "

Mo Hua waved his hand and said modestly: "Wherever, I just helped a little bit."

Master Gu then ordered people to go down, summoned a large group of weapon-refining disciples, and said, "Come and say hello to Mr. Mo.

"Hello, Mr. Mo!"

A group of strong and sweaty weapon-refining disciples saluted one after another and said in unison:

"I've met Mr. Mo!"

"Young Master Mo is a great benefactor and will never be forgotten!"

This scene was so big that Mo Hua felt a little embarrassed and said hurriedly: "You're welcome, you can go and do your work."

Master Gu let them disperse and said to Mo Hua, "Young Master, I held a dinner party for you tonight. I still have some time. Can I take you around again?"

Master Gu expected that Mo Hua must have his own intentions when he came to Gushan City.

He couldn't guess the purpose, so he could only try his best to look around with the ink paintings.

Mo Hua nodded, "I'd like to thank you, Master."

"Young Master, please." Master Gu personally led the way, leading Mo Hua around the weapon refining shop.

To outsiders, these are secrets.

But the ink painting is different. If he wants to see it, Master Gu will naturally not refuse.

After watching the weapon refining shop, Master Gu led Mo Hua outside the weapon refining shop.

Outside the weapon refining shop, there were also many cultivators gathered in the open space nearby, sitting cross-legged with baskets in front of them and various kinds of ores, black, gray or white.

"These are also casual cultivators. They have low cultivation levels, cannot refine weapons, and have no other skills. They have no energy, so they can only carry bamboo baskets on their backs and go to the lonely mountains to try their luck and pick up some leftover ores from mining.

"If you're lucky, these ore refining tools can be used, and you can replace them with a few broken spiritual stones, buy some coarse grains, and barely fill your stomach."

"If you are unlucky, you will have to go hungry."

"In the past, few of the weapon refiners in Gushan could make a living. The ore they picked up was of poor quality, so no one took it."

Master Gu was a little embarrassed when he spoke, and sighed:

"But now it's better. Our weapon refining business is getting bigger and bigger, and we need a lot of ore. They pick up some ore and sell it here. Even if the quality is very poor, they can basically exchange it for some broken spiritual stones. Although it doesn't count What, but at least they won’t be hungry.”

Mo Hua felt happy but a little complicated. Looking around, I found that there were many teenage children in the crowd.

They are dark and thin, with dirty faces, and their arms are like bamboo poles. They carry bamboo baskets on their backs, and the bamboo baskets contain black and gray ore.

The heavy ore weighed them down and they could not stand up straight.

There are not one or two such children, but many.

Mo Hua couldn't bear it and had a vague premonition, so he asked: "Are these children going to pick up minerals alone? Where are their parents?"

Master Gu looked bitter and shook his head, "This is Gushan City. Most of these children are orphans..."