Asking about longevity

Xie Chong—.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly sharp.

This evil aura was very strong, very cold, and filled with despair. It was very similar to the aura he sensed in the evil fetus dream.

But unlike before, when he smelled this scent, Mo Hua did not feel the "hunger" of his soul, but instead felt a "nausea"

feeling.

He can now make a preliminary conclusion that there must be an evil fetus under this lonely mountain.

It's just that the way to raise this evil fetus may be different from the past...

Mo Hua's expression gradually became serious.

Not only him, but the three tomb robbers Hui Erye, Mouse and Shitou also shuddered and looked at each other.

"Second Master, there is something wrong with the smell of this tomb——"

"Shitou", who was short and stocky with strong muscles and didn't speak much along the way, said to Mr. Hui in a low voice.

Second Master Hui frowned.

He has been robbing tombs for so many years, but he has never encountered such a weird tomb.

But when he remembered the origin of the tomb and the identity of the owner of the tomb from the "guest", he gradually felt relieved.

The bigger the tomb is, the harder it is to seize it with common sense.

"Go in." Second Master Hui said.

"good."

Shitou nodded. He just had some doubts and said casually,

If the thief doesn't escape, the tomb door is open, so he can't just go home now.

"Little brother," Mr. Hui turned his head and looked at Mo Hua, "Please."

Mo Hua's face turned pale and he became a little nervous, "It's so dark in here. I'm a little scared. Can I not go in?"

Second Master Hui looked at Mo Hua with cold eyes.

Mo Hua sighed as if resigned to his fate, "Okay——

He then stepped into the tomb door, followed closely by Mr. Hui, walking beside Mo Hua.

The stone and the mouse follow.

Finally, there were the four black-robed monks. They glanced at each other, their eyes deep, their thoughts flickering in the darkness, and then they filed into the dark door of the tomb.

Entering the tomb gate, my eyes were filled with gloom.

This is a more intense darkness.

Mo Hua squinted his eyes, and after a moment, he finally adapted to the darkness in front of him.

But there is nothing more special in the darkness. It is still the same as outside, the long corridor that cannot be seen to the bottom at a glance, and the deep and closed darkness.

And these corridors also extend in all directions.

Second Master Hui looked at the ink painting and whispered: "Little brother, lead the way."

Mo Hua imitated "Mr. Pi", holding the compass in one hand and pretending to perform the magic formula with the other hand. At the same time, his eyes shimmered and he let go of his consciousness.

Feeling the flow of power from the surrounding ground formations, he guides everyone.

This is the job of "Mr. Pi".

But Mr. Pi is right, there cannot be two formation masters in a group.

Now that Mr. Pi is dead, Mo Hua, who is proficient in formations, will naturally take his place and guide everyone.

In this way, Mo Hua walked in front, identified the direction according to the formation, and led everyone forward.

But after walking for a long time, there are still corridors all around, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

Mo Hua frowned and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this cemetery is really big.

Could it be that Gushan really buried an incredible monk?

But then I thought about it, and it seemed impossible.

Gushan is only the boundary of the third-level state, and it is also a "backwater" mountain town. How could such an incredible monk be buried in a place like this...

But after thinking about it for a while, Mo Hua still felt something was wrong.

Still the same problem, the tombs here are too big, and it is impossible for ordinary monks to be buried here.

Moreover, if the tomb in Gushan really has no origin, wouldn’t these tomb robbers and the four black-robed monks come to this tomb?

These people add up to seven golden elixirs!

Golden elixir is not that easy to cultivate. In ordinary small families and small sects in small states, golden elixir monks can become ancestors.

The seven golden elixirs, wherever they are placed, are a force that cannot be underestimated.

There are more and more doubts in Mo Hua's heart.

Moreover, he was a little confused about the purpose of this group of people.

It's okay for Mr. Pi and the other three. They are tomb robbers. Even if they have a lot of tricks up their sleeves, in the final analysis, they still want to rob the tomb.

But those four black-robed monks might not be that simple.

That young man in black robe doesn't look young, but he is really young.

He is still a golden elixir monk at a young age. He has the qualifications, resources and inheritance to cultivate Taoism, and his background is definitely not small.

The other three people were wrapped in black robes and their auras were restrained.

When they first met, Mo Hua didn't notice it yet. But along the way, the faint coercion that invisibly emanated from them all contained the aura of killing.

Mo Hua can conclude that these three black-robed monks are definitely not ordinary golden elixirs, and their cultivation should definitely exceed the early stage of golden elixirs.

"Who are these people?"

Mo Hua frowned.

While holding up the compass, looking at the formation and determining the direction, he was thinking in his heart, trying to figure out the origins of these people.

But after thinking for a while, I still have no clue.

These four men in black robes were so tightly wrapped that they couldn't see anything clearly. There were too few clues.

Mo Hua didn't recognize the only young master who showed his face.

"How about...do the math?"

"Look at them, what are their identities?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, but after all he couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart. He touched his thumb with his right hand, took out the copper coin from the Nazi ring, rubbed it a little, and made calculations.

But he didn't dare to count too much. He just touched the copper coin a little, rubbed the edge and counted a little, and then stopped immediately.

This is in the tomb passage, surrounded by desperadoes from the Golden Core Realm.

He was being stared at, so he didn't dare to make any big moves, otherwise he would be easily noticed.

Moreover, he didn't dare to think too deeply.

The longer you are exposed to the law of heaven, the clearer the ink painting becomes. The path of cause and effect is mysterious and unpredictable.

The more you count, the more you know, the more traces you leave, the greater the probability of being counted by others, and the more secrets you have that others will peep into.

Many things are mutual.

You are peeping at cause and effect, and cause and effect is also peeping at you -

So now, when encountering real big events, Mo Hua doesn't dare to let go and settle the matter. He is afraid that there is a powerful game behind these major events. If he rushes to settle the matter, he will be caught in a pigtail.

Even Mo Hua always had the feeling that he had been caught in a "little braid" without knowing it, but he was too weak to enter the eyes of these powerful men, so he was not held accountable.

Therefore, these four black-robed monks just rubbed this side of the ink painting and calculated a little bit of cause and effect.

But this point shocked Mo Hua.

Mo Zhi was looking at the lines on the copper coins, and Mo Hua suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity in his heart. The cause and effect were directly and indirectly involved, as if these four black-robed monks had some connection with him.

In a sense, they should all be considered "acquaintances".

Mo Hua became more and more confused.

"How is this possible - what cause and effect can there be between me and them?"

Not to mention the other three, at least the black-robed young man, Mo Hua can confirm that he doesn't know him at all.

Even the aura on his body was very unfamiliar.

He was so strange that Mo Hua could almost conclude that he was not a monk from Qianxuezhou at all, but from another place.

Mo Hua frowned even more tightly.

"When I get a chance, I'd like to see who you are -" Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

But for now, it's better to stay put.

This Gushan tomb is too weird, and there is no telling what dangers it hides. He alone will definitely not be able to touch the deepest part.

Hui Erye and the other three are experienced tomb robbers.

The four black-robed monks have strong cultivation and unpredictable strength.

I just need to follow them.

No matter what dangers there are in this tomb, the first ones to bear the brunt must be these seven golden elixirs. If they die, they will die first.

All he had to do was stay away and avoid being splashed with their blood.

And he is the only formation master among the group. They should not be able to "kill the donkey" until the last moment.

After Mo Hua thought about it, he nodded slightly, then stopped thinking and focused on giving directions.

After walking forward for a while, avoiding some cemetery traps, we saw another gate.

On the gate, there are dense formations, and they are more complex than those outside.

Mo Hua hadn't noticed it before, but since he saw the tomb door outside, which was engraved with the Seven Souls Blood Prison and guarded by bull heads and horse faces, he felt,

The gate in front of me is more like a prison door.

The entire corridor is like the corridor of a prison.

They are not only in the cemetery, but also in a "prison".

Mo Hua shook his head and began to decipher the formation.

When it comes to breaking formations, he is much better and faster than Mr. Pi. He doesn't even need formation paper as a "draft", he can just calculate in his mind.

But in order to keep a low profile, he still took out the bronze pen and formation paper, followed Mr. Pi's example, and calculated the formation patterns on the paper meticulously.

Occasionally something goes wrong, just wipe it.

After a while, I scratched my head and stopped writing, with a sad look on my face, as if I had racked my brains and still couldn't figure it out.

Second Master Hui and the others were a little worried when they saw Mo Hua's unreliable appearance, fearing that he wouldn't be able to calculate and open the gate, which would delay their tomb robbery.

Therefore, in front of the gate, no one dared to disturb his train of thought, even though the ink painting was daubed and delayed.

Second Master Hui and the other two men held their breath and concentrated, while the four black-robed monks were also silent.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Hua's eyes finally brightened up, and he said excitedly: "The solution has been solved!"

Second Master Hui and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Ink Hua took a bronze formation pen and meticulously painted the formation patterns he had calculated "with great pains" and "all kinds of painstaking efforts" on the gate, stroke by stroke.

The formation patterns lit up one by one, and the sealing patterns broke one by one.

Then there was a "creak" and the rusty gate finally slowly opened.

Second Master Hui looked slightly surprised, turned his head and took a deep look at Mo Hua, and said in his heart:

"This kid looks unreliable, but he didn't expect that his understanding of formations is so high. He can actually learn Mr. Pi's formations instantly -

"Mr. Pi is dead, how about————leaving this boy behind?"

"Let him change his appearance, give him a new nickname, become a tomb robber, and help us dig into the ground to solve the formation."

"It's just that he may not be willing to——..."

Second Master Hui looked at the ink painting and thought he had an idea:

"It seems that he is still a baby. After he goes out, find some kiln sisters to inoculate him."

"Young people are full of blood. Once they taste the taste of indulgence, they will never look back. When the time comes, they will be willing to sacrifice their lives for me."

"If you don't know how to behave, then lock him up, beat him like a dog, and starve him for a few days————

"With such kindness and power, I'm not afraid that he won't agree."

"These days, formation masters are all talented. What's more, this kid is different from Mr. Pi. He is also a genius formation master who can control life and death in his own hands -"

Mr. Hui's heart felt hot, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

Mo Hua felt a slight chill on his back, but he pretended not to know anything, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a long sigh of relief:

"The gate is open, you can move forward."

"Okay, here you go, little brother."

Second Master Hui's tone became much gentler.

After that, Mo Hua held the compass and led the way. Everyone gathered around Mo Hua and walked deeper into the cemetery step by step.

Solitary mountain, on the barren ridge.

Fan Jin and Master Gu's faces were as dark as water.

Daotingsi, the Shen family, and people from the weapon refinery were cleaning the gravel around.

Under the gravel, there was a layer of crimson blood, which had seeped into the soil.

The ground was littered with stumps.

These monks died in miserable conditions.

After roughly cleaning up the scene, the Chief Executive of Daotingsi came over, cupped his hands and said:

"Back to Diansi, the dead were all monks from the Shen family, including two golden elixirs, and several foundation-building monks. But there was no young master named "Mo" as described by Diansi, and no young master Qing from the Shen family—— ——”

Fan Jin and Master Gu both secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the sadness on their faces did not fade away.

Because the whereabouts of Mo Hua and Mr. Qing are still unknown.

And the "murderer" who committed the crime has disappeared.

What's even more frightening is that these murderers can kill two Shen family golden elixirs, which means that this group of people has the power to kill more than the golden elixirs.

This is simply not a problem that Gushan Daotingsi can handle.

In front of such a powerful murderer, Mr. Mo and Shen Qingsheng will definitely not be able to escape, and they will most likely be held hostage.

Once he cannot be rescued, he will definitely be in danger.

In Master Gu's heart, it doesn't matter whether Shen Qing lives or dies, the main thing is ink painting. He is the benefactor of the weapon refining business, so he can't encounter any unexpected events.

In Fan Jin's eyes, Mo Hua was a disciple of the Taixu Clan, and Shen Qingsheng was a direct descendant of the Shen family. No matter who had an accident, he, Dian Si, would be in great trouble.

Let alone go further from now on, it is still unknown whether he, Dianji, can continue to do so.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the murderer?" Fan Jin asked,

"A mine was found nearby, and there are traces of formations beside the mine." the chief executive reported back.

"Quick!" Fan Jin said, "Take me there."

The executive took Fan Jin and the two to the mine, and sure enough they saw some noisy footprints in a corner, as well as traces of formation sealing.

"Can it be broken open?" Fan Jin asked.

"No," the chief executive said, "the formation masters of the Shen family have come to see it. This passage is narrow and the stone wall is fragile. Once the formation is broken, the stone wall collapses and will block all the stone road intersections. People outside If you can’t get in, the people inside can’t get out.”

"Fuck-" Fan Jin frowned and couldn't help but curse, and then said, "Where is this mine? Where does it lead to?"

"The mine is also blocked."

"Then go look for the mine map and see if there is a mine that can lead to this underground place."

"This——" the executive said with a bitter look on his face, "the map of the nearby mine——is in the Shen family and is not allowed to be seen by outsiders."

Fan Jin paused and frowned even more tightly.

Master Gu stared at the mine, then looked at the nearby mountains, his pupils trembled slightly, and he muttered:

"Let's go to Shen's house and see if we can get the mine map?"

Fan Jin thought for a moment and sighed: "Okay, I can only go there once."

Just as the two were about to leave, there was a sudden commotion in the distance, and a large group of people came over. One person in front of them had an ordinary appearance, but a majestic expression.

He has a good temperament and is the powerful elder of the Shen family in the late Jindan period, Shen Shouxing.

"Shen Shouxing."

Fan Jin and the two looked at each other, their expressions becoming more solemn.

Although Shen Shouxing has not yet become an immortal, he has great power because he has made many contributions to the Shen family.

Shen Shouxing has always been in charge of Gushan.

And now, his son has disappeared here in Gushan, and may have even been killed.

Of course Shen Shouxing had to come in person.

But him coming in person means that this matter has become a big deal, and without an explanation, there is no way of knowing how it will end.

But since trouble is coming, there is no way to hide away.

Fan Jin gritted his teeth, cupped his hands and said, "Elder Shen."

"Fan Diansi," Shen Shouxing's voice was cold, but his anger was obviously suppressed, "What's going on?"

Fan Jin could only say: "A group of tomb robbers suddenly appeared here in Gushan. When they were digging the mountain, they probably happened to be hit by Mr. Qing, and the two sides clashed. The strength of this group of tomb robbers cannot be underestimated. Mr. Jiang Qing The guards were all killed. It is very possible that Mr. Qing was also captured by them, and his whereabouts are unknown now..."

After Fan Jin finished speaking, he suddenly saw Shen Shouxing's face, which was terrifyingly gloomy, "You mean - tomb robber?"

"yes·..

Fan Jin didn't feel anything at first, but after thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly felt that his hands and feet were cold.

He realized that he might have fallen into a big pit, and that something he didn't want to be involved in had already found him before he knew it.

But Fan Jin restrained himself and did not show any abnormality.

Shen Shouxing's mind was not on Fan Jin, but after thinking for a moment, he said without a doubt:

"Let everyone evacuate. I, the Shen family, will investigate this matter."

Fan Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

But Master Gu on the side said: "Elder Shen, there is someone in my Gu family who needs to be rescued."

"Gu family?" Shen Shouxing frowned, "Who to save?"

"Ink painting." Master Gu said.

Shen Shouxing's pupils shrank. He was the most powerful elder of the Shen family. How could he not know the identity and weight of the word "Mo Hua"?

"I understand————" Shen Shouxing said, "Young Master Mo has a noble status, and I, the Shen family, will save him. Master Gu doesn't have to worry."

"How does Elder Shen want to save him?" Master Gu asked.

Shen Shouxing said: "Since he is a tomb robber, he will inevitably dig into the mountains. Once he digs, he will naturally find a mine. My Shen family has a map of the mine.

If you follow the picture and check, you will definitely encounter this group of thieves. "

Master Gu said: "In that case, there is one more person and more strength. I will go down to the mine with Elder Shen."

Shen Shouxing looked unhappy.

He could say these two words to Master Gu, who was on the edge of the Gu family and in the early stage of the Golden Core, and that was enough to give them face.

Most of them were due to the special status of "Mo Hua", so he gave them some explanation.

But if he wants to enter the Shen family's mine, it's just a dream.

"No." Shen Shouxing said firmly, "This is the Shen family's mine. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Master Gu felt slightly shocked.

He suddenly realized that Mo Hua's previous guess was probably right. There must be something fishy in the Shen family's mine.

"Master Mo has been a great benefactor to my Gu family. Now his whereabouts are unknown, and I must find out.

Even in the early stage of the Golden Core, Master Gu had a firm gaze and would not give in when facing the senior elders of the Shen family.

Shen Shouxing sneered and said sarcastically: "This is my Shen family's business, and your Gu family can't get involved."

Master Gu frowned.

At this moment, another voice sounded: "What about the Taixu Gate?"

Shen Shouxing's expression changed slightly. He turned around and saw a monk with a sword in his eyes and a majestic weapon approaching not far away.

"The swordsmanship elder of Taixu Sect, Xun Ziyou."

Xun Ziyou looked calm and had sharp eyes.

Shen Shouxing's expression couldn't help but become serious.

The Gu family is not bad. It is a nearly fifth-grade family. Master Gu is only a side branch of the Gu family and does not have a high say.

But the elder of Taixu Sect in front of him has a completely different weight.

What's more, Mo Hua is the leader of the formation of Taixu Sect, and his significance to Taixu Sect is self-evident.

He disappeared, and the Taixu Sect must seek an explanation.

Shen Shouxing frowned and said, "I wonder what Elder Xun wants to do?"

Xun Ziyou slowly said: "I will go down to the mine with you and rescue my Taixu Sect disciples."

According to the ancestor's instructions, he had to keep the ink painting in order in secret.

On the jade pendant that was previously matched with the Taixu Liangyi Lock, Mo Hua's Qi had always been safe, and Xun Ziyou didn't care about it.

But now that the ink painting has stopped, and he has no idea where he went, Xun Ziyou is a little anxious.

Although there are no danger signs on the jade pendant for the time being.

But if by chance, Mo Hua really encounters a crisis, he will be too far away to help, and if Mo Hua makes a mistake, he will be in big trouble.

Therefore, he must at least be closer to the ink painting so that he can feel at ease.

Shen Shouxing looked indifferent.

Xun Ziyou's request is actually reasonable.

But no outsider can enter the Shen family’s mine.

Shen Shouxing shook his head and refused coldly: "I'm sorry Shen can't agree to Elder Xun's request."

Xun Ziyou has some different opinions, but the latter is as sinking as water.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

Master Gu knew that continuing this stalemate was not an option, so he held up his hands and said: "Elder Shen, Master Ling has also been kidnapped. If this delay continues, I'm afraid..."

Shen Shouxing's brows jumped.

Indeed, birthday celebrations are also included.

But even so, the things in this mine must not be discovered by outsiders. Even if Qing Sheng dies in it, the secrets of the Shen family cannot be exposed.——...——

Shen Shouxing's eyes were firm.

But in an instant, Shen Shouxing's eyes darkened again, as if something precious had been dug out of his heart, and he was in despair.

A strange voice rang in his ears:

"You only have this one son in your life."

“When this son dies, there will be no descendants————·

Shen Shouxing trembled, his face was pale, his heart was like a knife, and he murmured in a low voice: "Yes, I only have this son——"

The unnoticed gray in his eyes gradually faded, then he raised his head, nodded and said, "Okay, let's go down together."