Chapter 936 Orphan
This evil fetus is both familiar and strange.
It looks like a dark baby, somewhat like the one that Mo Hua killed before, but it is obviously larger, and its limbs are more deformed, and its breath is more chaotic, and I don’t know how much it is mixed with Resentment, how much bitterness, how much malice.
At this time, it was looking at the ink painting with a cold expression.
Mo Hua is also watching it.
In the dark and filthy nightmare, a golden figure and a filthy black evil baby looked at each other silently.
After an unknown amount of time, the evil infant's expression suddenly became violent. He opened his jagged teeth, his eyes were blood red, his right hand pointed at the ink painting, and he murmured a strange sound.
Mo Hua frowned, not knowing what he was going to do, when he noticed the black mist surging around him and the blood trembling.
The ground is bulging everywhere, and black water condenses, 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.
They were in ragged clothes, with broken limbs and arms, their faces covered with blood and tears. They were enslaved and dominated, filled with countless resentments, and struggled to crawl towards the ink painting.
One hand grabbed the ink painting, opened its mouth and bit on the ink painting.
Severe pain came.
This kind of pain is not just physical pain, it seems to be mixed with the depression and suffering of countless monks during their lifetime, 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 seems that in this nightmare, he is just a weak, humble low-level monk.
He has no cultivation, no spells, no formations, no sword techniques, nothing. He is desperate and powerless in the face of the catastrophe.
More and more people who died tragically crawled to Mo Hua 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 emerged, and his Taoist heart suddenly became as clean 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 of thousands of formations are so perfect that they blend into my body. My spiritual thoughts turn into swords to kill both ego and evil spirits."
Mo Hua His eyes became more and more determined, blooming like a sword.
His palms were held 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 is a subtle sound. , cracks are all over the body of the ink painting.
Mo Hua holds his right hand, golden light suddenly appears, and the sword reveals its edge.
He held the Sword of Divine Mind in his hand, and the first sword was directed at himself.
With a flash of golden sword light, his "Incarnation of Divine Mind" was directly chopped 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 nightmare rule, which was given to his "self" through deception and bewitchment.
False self-annihilation, self-reflection, and ink paintings instantly clear the mind.
The rules of nightmares are broken.
All the spiritual power of the ink painting returned to the body.
The sword of divine thought in the hand was flowing with brilliant light, and the sword energy surged. Mo Hua waved his arm, and the sword energy pulled out a bright golden light, like a river bursting its embankment, sweeping across.
All the half-human, 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 looked straight ahead.
The deformed and strong "evil baby" in front is still looking at the ink painting with ferocious eyes.
Mo Hua did not kill this "evil baby".
Because he knew that what he saw 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 nightmare 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 painting...
When the ink painting fell into a dream, it was looking at the ink painting; when the ink painting was swallowed by the demon, it was looking at the ink painting; the ink painting broke the nightmare with a sword When the demon was killed, it was still looking at the ink painting; now that the nightmare is about to dissipate, it is still looking at the ink painting.
Its pupils are empty and dark, oozing with bloodshot eyes, looking eerie and terrifying.
Until the nightmare completely dissipated and Mo Hua woke up from it, these bloody 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 penetrated the paper, and the traces were still wet.
The nightmare left 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 did I have 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 maybe it’s 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 nightmare different from the previous ones? In the dream, I seem to be no longer me. Is this also the ability of the evil god?”
And...
Mo Hua frowned.
“What is this evil fetus I dreamed about?”
Is it dead or not?
If it was dead, why did it appear in my 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.
The next thing to do is gradually taking shape.
Mo Hua gathered his mood, began to abandon foreign objects, and continued to draw formations unshakably.
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 you have time, you must practice the formation.
And time is limited, and the passing of time 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.
The empty, dark, bloodshot, and 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:
"You still dare to 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.
Because it was not a mid-week break and there was still time for ink painting classes, so the time was limited, so the two of them just had a simple meal and chatted.
Master Gu is a third-grade weapon refiner of the Gu family, and he is in charge of the Gu family's weapon refiner shop 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 extremely grateful to Mo Hua. He poured wine and food for Mo Hua at the table, as if Mo Hua was the golden elixir and he was just a foundation-building monk...
"Master Gu, you're welcome." Mo Hua said.
"It should be, it should be." Master Gu gave Mo Hua another piece of elbow and said with a smile, "Young master has been very kind to our weapon refining business. If you have anything to do in the future, just give me your instructions."
Master Gu looked sincere.
Mo Hua's eyes flashed slightly and asked: "Master Gu, how is the current situation of Gushan City?"
"The current situation?"
"Yes."
Master Gu thought: " The current situation of Gushan City...is very different from before, but we are refining weapons The business in the business is much better. The more and more spiritual stones are earned, the livelihoods in the surrounding areas are also improving.” With our weapon refining shop, we also have something to eat.”
"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, weird, or..." Mo Hua's eyes darkened, "A big murder case, in which many people died?"
Master Gu looked stern, " Murder? "
" Well," Mo Hua nodded, "The kind where the Tu family was wiped out and many people died."
Master Gu frowned, thought about it seriously, and shook his head, "No."
"No?"
"Well, it has been peaceful recently," Master Gu said, "and in Gushan City, there are mostly scattered families. Since the collapse, there have been few small families, and it is impossible to have the kind of 'killing the family and killing many people' People's situation. "
After all, there are only a few members of the Sanxiu family, and they cannot be called "extinct".
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 to eat. There is a lot of people in the city, and there are gradually gained popularity.
All of this is obviously developing in a good direction.
But why...
Diansi named "Fan Jin" whom he met during the siege of the Demon Sect that day, wanted to be transferred away from 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 a deep fear hidden in his eyes...
What is there in Gushan City that makes him, the Dao Ting Si Jin Dan Dian Si, also 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 was slightly startled, "Young master, you are saying, Fan Diansi from Gushan City?"
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.
"You actually know him." Master Gu was very surprised.
Mo Hua simply said: "It was a coincidence, we had a chance encounter."
Master Gu nodded, did not ask any more questions, thought for a moment, and said:
" I have had a few drinks with this Fan Diansi, and we have become somewhat friendly. He is not a good person. Wrong, it's just a little utilitarian, he likes to be a bit arrogant, and he's a bit bully, but he's not too out of line. He usually follows the rules when doing things. Gushan City is too poor and there is no money to be made, so he is still a Diansi. Considered 'incorruptible'..."
"Oh..." Mo Hua was thoughtful.
Master Gu observed the words and said in a low voice: "Young Master, has Fan Dian Si done something wrong, or has he offended you?"
Mo Hua smiled and said, "It's okay, he said he is Gushan Chengdian." "Si, if you want to treat me to dinner, I'll just ask."
Master Gu breathed a sigh of relief and thought that everything is fine.
This Fan Datou really has some eyesight. He can recognize the young master's unobtrusive "thighs"...
The two chatted again, and then After having had enough wine and food, Mo Hua returned to Taixu Gate and said before leaving: "Master Gu, we will be on holiday in three days. Then I will go to Gushan City to have a look."
Master Gu was stunned for a moment 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 Gu.”
……
Three days later, Mo Hua took the Gu family’s carriage and headed to Gushan City together, escorted by Master Gu himself.
Halfway through the journey, Mo Hua was preoccupied with something else, and suddenly he felt something in his heart and looked up.
I found a hilltop in the distance, hidden among the deep mountains and old forests, with a little bit of a ruined temple exposed - it was the temple of his old friend, Huangshan Jun.
"Tiger..."
Mo Hua had an impromptu idea and wanted to pay a visit to Huang Tiger.
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... I must go and play with Mr. Huangshan next time."
Mo Hua said silently in his heart.
A gust of mountain wind blew into the dry mountains, the mountains were rustling, and the mountain temples 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 running fast, and after more than half a day, we 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 vegetation, gray sky, surrounded by abandoned mines, and sparsely populated.
After seeing the prosperity of Qianxue Prefecture and its surrounding fairy cities, looking at Gushan City again, there will be 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 is right.
Compared to before, Gushan City has become much better. At least the faces of the monks coming and going are not so depressed and sad, but more angry.
The carriage leisurely moved forward along the bumpy rocky streets and entered a huge weapon refining shop located in the southeast corner of Gushan City.
On the lintel 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 to before, the changes in the weapon refining industry have been earth-shaking.
The refining furnace is bigger, the molten fire formation is more complete, and there are more refining masters and disciples.
Everyone worked together and put the spiritual weapon embryos one after another into the refining furnace to bake, quench, and then take them out for forging.
In the blazing fire, sparks are flying. 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 formation and spiritual weapon specifications were set, 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 being praised. He raised his hands and saluted Mo Hua: "It's 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: "Where is it? I just helped you a little bit."
Master Gu then ordered people to go down, called a large group of weapon refining disciples, and said: "Come, Xiang Mo Say hello, Master.”
"Hello, Mr. Mo!"
A group of sweating, strong weapon-refining disciples saluted one after another and said in unison:
"I have seen Mr. Mo!"< br>
"Young Master Mo is a great kindness, and he will never forget it!"
The scene was so big that Mo Hua felt a little embarrassed and said hurriedly: "You're welcome, you go and do your work."
Master Gu asked them to disperse He said to Mo Hua, "Young Master, I held a dinner party tonight to entertain you. Now there is still some time, can I take you for a walk?"
Master Gu expected that Mo Hua came to Gushan City specially. Have your own intentions.
He couldn't guess the intention, so he could only try his best to look around with the ink paintings.
Mo Hua nodded, "Excuse me, Master Gu."
"Young Master, please." Master Gu personally led the way and led Mo Hua around the weapon refinery.
To outsiders, these are secrets.
But ink paintings are different. If he wants to see them, Master Gu will naturally not refuse.
After watching the weapon refining shop, Master Gu took Mo Hua outside the weapon refining shop.
Outside the weapon refining shop, there were also many monks 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, don’t know how to refine weapons, and have no other skills. They have no strength, so they can only carry bamboo baskets on their backs and go to the lonely mountains to try their luck and pick up some. Mine the remaining ore."
"With any luck, these ore refiners will be usable and can be replaced. A few broken spirit stones, some coarse grains, just to fill my stomach."
"If you are unlucky, you will have to go hungry."
"The previous weapon refining business in Gushan. , few of them can make a living, and the ore they pick up is of poor quality, so no one takes it.”
Master Gu sighed with a sigh:
"But it's better now. 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 It's very bad, and it can basically be exchanged for some broken spirit stones. It's nothing, but at least it won't make them hungry."
Mo Hua felt happy, but also a little complicated. Looking around, I found that there were many teenage children in the crowd.
They are dark and thin, with dirty faces. Their arms are like bamboo poles, and they carry bamboo baskets on their backs. The bamboo baskets contain black and gray ore.
The heavy ore weighed them down so much that 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. Shaking his head, "This is Gushan City. Most of these children are orphans..."
(End of Chapter)