Chapter 944 The Commoner Old Man
On the solitary mountain, there are abandoned wells everywhere, and it is desolate.
The thin orphans in the city, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, bent over, picking up rough ore piece by piece on the dark ground with their dirty little hands.
Only in this way can they survive.
Beside them, the invisible Mo Hua quietly walked by, his expression a little downcast.
Fortunately, Master Gu remembered his instructions and drew a first-grade wind pattern on the bamboo baskets of these orphans, which somewhat lightened their burden and prevented these orphans from being oppressed by the heavy ore and covered with bruises. .
Currently, this is all he can do.
Mo Hua sighed, walked past the orphans collecting minerals, and walked straight to the top of the mountain of Shen's family.
He has basically visited the entire Gushan and other places, except for the hilltop where the Shen family is left, he has not been there yet.
There must be something weird on that hilltop.
Mo Hua wanted to go invisible and take a look.
After walking for a while, the field of vision suddenly widened, and the Shen family's continuous mines appeared in front of them.
These mines are large and magnificent, occupying almost half of Gushan Mountain, and the planning is relatively neat, and the mines are wide and wide.
This is the trace left by the excavation of a large spiritual machine.
A whole circle of warning formations was set up around the perimeter of the Shen family's mine. Inside the mine, there were still some Shen family monks stationed there, occasionally patrolling around.
The formation is of the second level, and the Shen family monks are only building the foundation.
This is an abandoned mine. No ore can be extracted and it is no longer profitable. Naturally, it is impossible to send Jindan elders to guard it.
Even having a foundation station to guard it is considered a luxury.
But the foundation-building monks couldn't stop Mo Hua at all, let alone those second-level formations.
With a swipe of Mo Hua's finger and a flash of ink, the formation at the boundary of the mine was cracked and a gap opened on its own.
The ink painting passed through the gap and approached the Shen family mine.
As soon as he set foot on the land of the mine, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly darkened, and there seemed to be countless desperate wailing sounds, but in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared. Mo Hua looked around, and everything was ordinary. , nothing unusual.
The sunshine above our heads is still bright.
But Mo Hua always feels that the sunlight shining on his body is a bit cold.
The color of the ink painting is gloomy, stepping on the rocks, avoiding the patrolling Shen family monks, as well as the sporadic traps and formations nearby, and walked around the Shen family mine.
He has stepped on most of the hills.
The mines in the mountains were dug very deep, and most of them were closed, making it impossible to go deep. He could only take a brief look.
But after looking for a long time, I still found nothing.
With his spiritual consciousness and perception of cause and effect, he could not see any clues.
"How come there are no clues..."
Mo Hua frowned.
Seeing that it was getting late and the sun was setting, he left the Shen family's mine first.
Arrived at the edge of the mine, Mo Hua pointed his finger, and the ink patterns intertwined again, repairing the broken formation again, covering up his traces.
Then he came to a nearby mountain peak, climbed up and had a panoramic view of the Shen family mine.
Looking at it, Mo Hua suddenly remembered what Xie Ling said to him:
"Cultivation of the art of Kanyu, sensing the qi of heaven and earth, discerning the qi of mountains and rivers, determining life and death in tombs..."
"The qi of heaven and earth, the qi of mountains and rivers...what exactly are they?"
Ink painting slowly Close your eyes, let go of your consciousness, calm down, let go of your ego, and with the belief that "heaven and man are one", feel the heaven and earth, and look for the so-called qi of heaven and earth and the qi of mountains and rivers.
Everything in the world disappears.
The sky looks down at the people, and the earth is vast and boundless.
A sense of mystery arises spontaneously.
Between heaven and earth, there is indeed a wisp of white Qi.
Mo Hua vaguely felt that he seemed to have realized something, but he didn't know if he was right or not.
With the thought of just in case, Mo Hua followed this energy and moved forward.
The air movement rises and falls along the mountains, elusive and uncertain.
Ink paintings also follow the movement of Qi and travel through the mountains.
After walking in this way for a whole circle, the energy disappeared. Mo Hua looked at it intently. The surrounding mountain scenery was relatively unfamiliar, but it was still desolate and unremarkable.
This ray of energy brought him to a dead end.
Mo Hua shook his head.
"Sure enough, there is nothing so cheap. You can learn anything without learning..."
Mo Hua turned around to leave, but just as he turned his head, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a person sitting at the foot of the hillside in the distance.
This man is an old man, wearing civilian clothes, and he does not look like a mine repairman.
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, removed his concealment technique, and walked towards the old man in cloth clothes.
As he got closer and saw clearly, Mo Hua discovered that the old man was thin, with a slightly dark face and bright eyes. His cultivation level was probably at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
The old man was sitting cross-legged on the rock, looking at the distant mountains, wondering what he was thinking.
Seeing someone coming, he frowned, turned around and saw the ink paintings of a talented person. After being a little surprised, his eyes lit up and he said:
"In the mountains and wilds, there is no one inhabited. It’s really fate that I met my little friend.”
His voice was hoarse but kind.
Mo Hua seemed to be relieved and asked: "Senior, what are you doing here?"
"I am looking at the mountains." The old man said.
"Look at the mountains?" Mo Hua looked around, a little puzzled, "The surrounding barren mountains and dry water are all bare. What's good to see?"
The old man shook his head, "Everything in the world has appearances on the outside and doorways on the inside. High mountains, dangerous mountains and rivers, barren mountains and dry water are all appearances, they are mountain shapes. But under the mountain shape, there is still mountain form, and under the mountain form, there is still something. Earth veins. "
Earth veins...
Mo Hua was stunned and praised: "Old senior, you know so much."
"Excellent," the old man said calmly. Then he pondered for a moment and then said, "I wonder where you are, little friend? Why are you here alone in this barren mountain?"
Mo Hua cupped his hands and said: "I am a disciple of a small sect nearby. I am studying with my teacher. I passed by Gushan, so I went to the mountain to have a look. Unexpectedly, I was careless and took the wrong mountain road, so I ended up here and met my senior."
The old man’s wrinkled face showed He smiled and said, "In that case, my little friend and I are really destined to be together."
"They are indeed destined to be together," Mo Hua nodded, then sat down cross-legged and followed the old man's example of looking far away. I looked around, but there were only barren mountains and nothing else in the distance.
Mo Hua retracted his gaze, turned his head, and looked in front of the old man.
In front of the old man was a ball of sand, with several lines painted on the sand.
Mo Hua asked in surprise: "Old senior, are you a formation master?"
The old man raised his eyebrows, "Little brother, do you still understand formations?"
Mo Hua said shyly: "You know one Click.”
The old man became interested, "Where did my little brother learn from me?"
"I dare not say 'teacher'," Mo Hua said humbly, "I just learned a little bit from the sect's teachings. .”
The old man nodded and praised: "Nowadays, people in the world are exaggerated, and they love false fame. They learn one point but only get ten points. It is really commendable that I, my little friend, come from a sect and be so humble."
Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, "Senior is ridiculous. Like it.”
Then he looked at the old man again. In front of the visitor, those formation patterns on the sand, he asked more humbly:
"Old senior, I seem to have never seen these formation patterns, and the sect has never taught them. They look very profound. , I wonder if there is anything special about it?”
The old man took a deep look at the ink painting.
Mo Hua also looked at the old man, his eyes clear.
I don’t know if it was influenced by this “clear” temperament, but the old man’s love for talents suddenly started. He stroked his beard and said:
“We are destined to meet each other. Today I will teach you. Some of you, even the four major sects and eight gates, may not be able to include the secret formation inheritance."
Mo Hua opened his mouth, his simple face was full of shock.
The old man pointed to the lines on the ground and asked Mo Hua: "Can you tell what formation lines these are?"
Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, "It's a bit like the Five Elements Earth Formation...but not exactly like it."
The old man nodded, "Yes, this is the Earth Formation."
The Earth Formation...
Mo Hua's expression changed, he was really shocked now.
"Senior, what is this formation used for?" Mo Hua humbly asked for advice.
"There are many types of ground formations and many uses," the old man said, "but the most common ones are related to the earth."
The old man pointed to the abandoned mine in front, "For example, in the mountains ahead, At once A lot of ground formations were buried."
Mo Hua was moved, and then pretended not to know, and asked: "Do you mean that ground formations are needed for mining?"
"No." The old man shook his head.
"That is... to detect mineral veins, do you need to use ground formations?"
"No."
"Then..." Mo Hua frowned.
The old man looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "It's a tomb." Mo Hua murmured: "The tomb..."
"Not bad," the old man looked into the distance Looking at the mountains nearby, he said with emotion, "The earth tolerates all things, not only the living, but also the dead."
"When people are alive, they are born on the earth, and after death, they sleep under the earth."
"But the living do not let the dead live in peace."
"The dead want it if they want it." To be quiet, we need to build tombs and draw formations. With the power of formations, we can hide the tombs in the earth's veins, integrate them with the earth, be close to the Tao Yun, and gain the protection of heaven and earth. And stay away from the entanglement of cause and effect among living people."
"This type of formation is the ground formation."
"The ground formation..." Mo Hua was stunned, and then said in surprise, "You said that there are ground formations buried in the mountains ahead, doesn't it mean... that there are tombs buried in the mines ahead?"
The old man nodded, "Yes."
"But..." Mo Hua frowned, "There must be a mine ahead. There are so many mines, how could there be tombs?"
"And, those mountains are so steep. It’s ordinary. If a tomb is built, how can it not be seen at all?”
The old man said with a smile: "A layman sees the excitement, an expert sees the door. Under the impetuous appearance, there is a deep door. Outsiders know nothing about it, so naturally they can't see anything."
"The expert... Mo Hua muttered in his heart and asked in a low voice: "Senior, what do you do?"
The old man smiled softly and did not answer.
Mo Hua looked a little uneasy, and wanted to get up quietly, but when he turned around, he found three people walking from a distance.
The three of them are not tall, and they are wearing cloth clothes with some earthy smell on them.
They all deliberately restrained their auras, but Mo Hua could sense that these three people were all of the same color, all of them were golden elixirs, and their aura of spiritual power was a bit weird.
Mo Hua then stood up, cupped his hands and said:
"I benefited a lot from what I said to you. It's getting late. It's time for me to teach you, so I left first."
But the old man shook his head, "You can't leave."
< br>Mo Hua's face changed slightly, " Senior, what do you mean?”
“For no reason, why do you think I have to tell you so many things?”
“Isn’t it because we are destined?”
The old man in cloth clothes laughed, "Little brother, you are young, let me teach you one thing: when walking in the cultivation world, don't talk to strangers."
"The cultivation world is dangerous, you have no idea who is talking to you. Who.”
“You too. I don’t know what their intentions are.”
“Just like now, you don’t know who I am...”
The old man’s breath changed, and there was no trace of kindness. There was also a gloomy smile like a vulture on his face.
Mo Hua wanted to run, but in the blink of an eye, three golden elixirs had surrounded him, blocking his escape direction.
“Some people really fall into the trap.”
“We searched outside for a long time, but we couldn’t find any good ones. But to our surprise, there are also idiots who came to our door by ourselves..."< br>
"Mr. Pi is so lucky..."
"He has fine skin and tender meat, his cultivation level is not low, and his appearance is really good..."
Mo Hua looked flustered, "I...I am a disciple of the sect, and the elder of the sect is in the city. Are you not afraid of offending the elder by attacking me?"
A few people were unmoved.
One of them sneered and said: "What good sect can there be near Gushan City? Also, looking at your spiritual power, you will only have a middle-grade spiritual root until you die. With this qualification, what can you gain?" A good sect?”
Mo Hua felt a little unhappy.
It’s just that with three golden elixirs and one peak foundation building, if they really fight, I will definitely not be my opponent.
"Sneak away first, then call someone to come, find a way to catch these thieves, throw them into Taoist prison, torture them slowly, and ask them about their intentions..."
Mo Hua gradually made up his mind. , on the surface, he still looked panicked. Cuo's look:
"I...I'm just a foundation-building disciple. If you catch me, it won't be of any use."
Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is released, looking for flaws in several people. , thinking about escaping with a water shadow.
"Why is it useless? You are of great use. Without you, we..."
"Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about? Catch the person first."
A few people were about to take action, but were stopped by the old man, "Wait a minute, this kid has thin skin and tender flesh. Once he makes a move, If you are injured or killed by mistake, then It's useless..."
"I'll be careful."
"It's no good to be careful...you guys are rough."
" It’s really troublesome.”
"Nonsense, there are a lot of things to pay attention to when offering that thing. The essence, spirit, skin, blood, flesh and bones must be intact. There must be no injuries, otherwise the door may not be opened..."
"This barren mountain wilderness Ling, it’s not easy to find one. If you accidentally kill him, where can you find the second one?”
“That’s the case...”
Mo Hua paused and frowned slightly. .
The old man in cloth clothes looked at the ink painting, and his tone became gentler:
"Little friend, you are so young, so we won't embarrass you. Let's do this. You do us a favor honestly. After the job is done, we will let you go and give you a big gift to cover your food and clothing for the rest of your life. No worries, no worries about spiritual stones, successful cultivation."
Mo Hua shook his head: "I don't believe it."
"Boy, don't you understand the situation..." One person sneered. I want to do some ink painting.
The old man stopped him with a stern look, then looked at Mo Hua, and said slowly:
"Little brother, let me tell you the truth, in this situation, you have no other choice. …”
"Either we kill you now, throw your body into the mine, and be eaten clean by the mountain demon. Your parents, your sect elders, will never find you."
"Or, you follow Let's take a trip and do us a small favor. When it's done, I'll keep you alive and give you some benefits. "
When Mo Hua heard that his body was going to be thrown into the mine, his face turned pale. After being frightened for a while, he finally seemed to accept his fate and asked:
"You... Don’t lie to me?”
“Don’t lie to you.”
"After it's done, will you really benefit me?"
The old man turned his head and said to one of the big men: "Bring something out."
The big man was slightly startled, "What?"< br>
“You can take whatever you dug out from below.” The old man said.
The big man was a little reluctant, but he still touched his sleeves, took out a small jade piece, and threw it to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua took it and found that this jade was ink jade color, with cold tentacles and a damp cold air of yin and death.
"This is just a fraction. If you are obedient and work steadily, there will be more benefits in the future." The old man said.
Mo Hua accepted the letter now. He accepted the jade device and nodded: "Okay."
The old man looked satisfied, nodded, and then said to the big man next to him: "Take out a Put some shackles on him."
Mo Hua was surprised, "Why should you handcuff me?"
"Don't be afraid, this is just in case." The old man said, "If you are really obedient, I will untie you later."
"Oh..."
The big man Then he took out a pair of heavy shackles and tried to put them on Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s eyelids twitched.
Third grade shackles? !
"No, I'm cuffed. I can't escape. Life and death are in the hands of others..." Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, "I still have to escape first, and I'll try my best later."
But not yet. When he really escaped, the commoner old man immediately frowned and said: "You use three What are you doing with the first-grade shackles? "
"Didn't I say that there should be no damage to the skin, flesh and blood before he builds the foundation and replaces it with a second-grade one?"
"Okay." The big man said, and then changed to a second-grade one.
Mo Hua was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and obediently let the group of people cuff him.
"Let's go." The old man said.
So the old man led the way, and a group of five people walked towards an abandoned mine not far away.
Around the mine, there are excavated stone chips that are half new and half old, as well as long and narrow crane beak chisels.
Mo Hua had a thought in his mind.
These traces were almost identical to what he had seen on Gushan before. These people seemed to be the group of tomb robbers.
"Did they really find a tomb in the mine?"
"They took themselves with them to go to the tomb?"
"But why did they have to take themselves with them? They also asked for energy. God, skin, blood, flesh and bones, complete, could it be..."
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
Approaching the entrance of the mine, several people took out their spiritual weapons and prepared to dig something, but before they started, one of the golden elixirs said:
"Wait, there's someone!"
Everyone was shocked. They turned around and followed the sound, and saw a group of people walking not far away.
The current person is a young man, dressed luxuriously, with a proud and angry face.
Ink painting recognizes this person as Shen Qingsheng.
Behind him, there were five or six Shen family monks.
Shen Qingsheng saw the ink painting from a distance, and immediately pointed his finger and said in a sharp voice:
"Mo! I finally caught you. You are dead today!"< br>
(End of this chapter)