Chapter 272 Asking for the Way
Mo Hua walked carefully on the invisible road between the cliffs.
After a cup of tea, Mo Hua finally walked to the opposite side.
As I climbed up to the opposite cliff, the moment I landed under my feet, the fog around me suddenly became heavier and the miasma was strong, making people dizzy.
Mo Hua quickly took out two miasma-proof pills and took them, circulating spiritual power, and refining medicinal power, which made her feel a little more comfortable.
Looking around, I found myself in a small woods with no one around.
Except for the fog being heavier and the miasma is a little more poisonous, it is no different from the Uchiyama.
"Where are those sinful practices? Could it be that they are not here?"
Mo Hua muttered in her heart.
Mo Hua walked around carefully for a while and found that the sunlight was covered by heavy fog, and the forest was hazy, unable to tell the direction, and no one knew where he had walked.
The most important thing is that there is no trace of a monk at all.
Mo Hua sat on the ground, a little confused.
Did you guess wrong?
Not...
Mo Hua thought about it and suddenly felt strange.
The sun is bright on the other side of the cliff, and the fog is not heavy at this time, but when we reach the deep mountain, there is a stone road. Why is the fog so deep?
The sunlight on both sides is not much different. Logically speaking, even if the fog is heavier, it will not be so heavy.
Mo Hua let go of his spiritual sense, looked carefully, and suddenly frowned.
There was a faint spiritual power in the fog, like a pattern, condensed around.
Ordinary monks may not be able to detect it, but you can see at a glance that this is the formation pattern drawn by the formation master!
Ink painting suddenly realized.
The fog in the deep mountains was not so heavy. It was the formation of the formation master at work, which made the fog in the deep mountains thick and could not see the five fingers.
Mo Hua was filled with energy. He followed the location of the formation pattern and found a big tree, took out a dagger, and chiseled open the bark.
The dry bark was chiseled open, and there was indeed a formation hidden inside.
The nine formation patterns are a pair of first-grade formations. The formation patterns are mainly water systems, with some changes in the brushwork and some unfamiliar forms.
I have never seen ink paintings, but I thought it would be a fog array.
The function of the formation is to condense water vapor, causing it to float in the surface of the forest, forming a long-lasting mist.
Ink paintings felt novel and saw that there was no one around, so they took out paper and pen, copied them according to the formation, and stroked them one by one.
Generally speaking, it is best to use the array diagram.
There are detailed array patterns on the array diagram, including stroke order, ink ratio, array pattern type, array pivot structure, and other precautions.
It is relatively difficult to reversely deduce the drawing method through ready-made formations.
But no matter how difficult it is, it is just an ordinary first-grade formation. The formation pattern is a bit special, but it is also within the scope of the Five Elements formation and is nothing to ink painting.
After drawing ink five or six times, I mastered it and realized it.
Heavy fog can deceive people, but the formation set up is fixed and cannot deceive people, especially in Mo Hua.
Not only the bark of the tree, but also the rocks on the ground and in the bushes, this formation is scattered.
Based on the orientation of the fog array set up, he can roughly infer the path in the fog.
As soon as I thought about this, the eyes of the ink painting suddenly became clear.
He doesn''t need to worry about the fog. As long as he uses the fog array in the fog as a signpost, he will not get lost.
The formation master who set up the fog array wanted to use heavy fog to confuse the direction.
But the fog array he set up actually made the ink painting find its direction.
Ink painting put away the paper and pen, let go of his spiritual consciousness, sensed the position of the fog array, and began to walk into the deep mountains.
After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly realized that others could set up formations, but he could do it too.
In his storage bag, there were some stone needles painted with Sinanzi array, which were not used up in the inner mountain and were just laid along the road at this time.
Once there is an unexpected situation, you can also know it in advance.
Everything is planned, and if it is not planned, it will be abandoned.
It is better to be prepared in advance than to be caught off guard when in danger.
The ink painting walked along the direction of the fog array, while inserting the Sinan stone needle in a hidden position.
As I walked, the ink painting gradually became familiar with the road in the foggy forest.
But after walking for a long time, I still couldn''t see any trace of the sinful cultivation.
Mo Hua frowned. Did he neglect something? Or is this group of sins deeply hidden enough?
Why don’t you go back first? Let''s take a look next time?
While hesitating, suddenly the sound of footsteps came into my ears.
Mo Hua was shocked and saw that there were no mountains and rocks everywhere, and the plants and trees were not deep, so he could not hide. So he took three steps at a time and two steps, and with the help of the passing steps, he walked straight up to a big tree beside him.
Mo Hua lay down on the big branch, and then he realized that he had already used the hidden technique. Ordinary Qi Refining Cultivators could not see it, and their spiritual consciousness could not sense it.
But it is always right to be careful to sail for a thousand years.
What if the person who came was a foundation-building monk?
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the outlines of the two figures in the fog also appeared faintly, mixed with some vague conversations.
"Brother...it''s this road, didn''t lie to me."
“Don’t worry, that’s right.”
"This fog is so **** big... I walked for a long time..."
"If the fog is not heavy, won''t it be discovered?"
“…Can you get in?”
"What? Don''t believe me?"
…
When we got closer, we were two cultivators, one fat and one thin, both of whom were cultivating in the late stage of Qi refining. Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was not a foundation building.
Even if a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage sees through his hidden art, he still has a way to deal with it.
What''s more, cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage cannot see through his hidden art unless they have the foundation-building consciousness.
Mo Hua looked at it carefully again and found that the fog was hazy and they couldn''t see the faces of the two. However, they saw that the two were dressed in different clothes, one was sharp and the other was free, and they acted a little sneaky. They should not be a good person.
“Is it a sin cultivation?”
The eyes lit up in the ink painting. If it is a sinful practice, then there will be clues.
Even if you are not a sin practice in the deep mountains, you must know the road in the deep mountains.
The fat and thin monks walked side by side, Mo Hua gently stepped under the tree, and then tiptoed behind him.
The two of them walked all the way and chatted all the way, without knowing that they were being followed.
The two fat and thin monks were walking around the fog forest, looking through the map and pointing out the mountain roads. After turning a few mountain passes and walking to a large tree stump, the two stopped.
"Is it here?" asked the thin monk.
"Not bad." The fat monk nodded.
“What should I do next?”
"wait."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait for the third update at midnight."
Mo Hua''s heart thumped, and he couldn''t help but think of that sentence:
At midnight, I went to the famous and asked for my future.
It seems that they came from another place and wanted to join the sin cultivation in the mountains.
Mo Hua frowned. Could it be that he would follow them and wait forever?
It was getting late, and he wanted to go back early.
But now that I have reached this point, if I don’t follow them, the clues will be cut off. If I look for them again in the future, I will probably not have this opportunity.
"Wait..."
Ink painting also waited patiently.
Nearly noon, the two fat monks were bored and hungry, so they took out the dry food and started eating.
The thin man took a few bites and couldn''t help but spit out:
"It''s **** and hard, just like eating bird shit, it''s so **** painful!"
The fat monk glanced at him lightly, "Some of them are good to eat, otherwise you still want to go to Daozhu to eat?"
The thin monk smiled and said, "I can''t eat a few meals in prison, so I guess I have to eat a dead end."
The fat monk shook his head.
The thin monk suddenly said, "Brother, how many lives have you taken?"
The fat monk thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said, "It''s only six."
The thin monk gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you are amazing, I only have four."
After saying that, he counted, "An old man over a hundred years old, a monk in his thirties, a female monk, and her children."
The fat monk was slightly surprised, "You kid, do you count too?"
"If you don''t count, there are only three. I''m afraid I''ll be embarrassed to you by my brother."
"It''s okay." The fat monk patted his shoulder, "From the future, follow me and enter the deep mountains, eat and drink delicious food, and have whatever you want, and no one looks down on you."
The thin monk was overjoyed, "Then I rely on my elder brother!"
The fat monk took out a package from his arms, which contained a piece of jerky meat and a pot of wine.
"This is something I have kept. We brothers are destined to meet each other, so we escaped from the Daotingsi lackey and traveled thousands of miles to this deep mountain. We will be happy in the future. It is worth celebrating."
The thin monk''s eyes lit up, "It''s still my brother who is considerate."
The two of them shared their meat and ate wine, but they were not full of food and were not enough to drink, but they were satisfied.
After eating, the fat monk found that the third day of noon had arrived. He suddenly frowned and pointed at the side and said:
"It seems that something is there at that stump."
The thin monk was slightly drunk and confused when he heard this, so he got up to check.
The fat monk quietly walked behind the thin monk, and while he was unprepared, he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed him with a sword to the point of heartbrokenness.
The thin monk was just puzzled and suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a piece of sword tip exposed on his chest. His heart vein had been pierced, and then the tip of the sword was pulled away, and blood gushed out.
He turned slowly, his face showing disbelief.
The fat monk looked cold, "Good brother, this meal of wine and meat is also a dead end."
The thin monk showed grief and anger, and wanted to struggle, but the fat monk strangled his throat, pressed his backhand on the wooden stake, and cut off his head with one sword.
The head rolled down, blood splattered all over the floor, and the fat monk''s clothes were red.
The fat monk didn''t care at all.
"Brothers, you can drink my wine and eat my meat. I will lend you the head for you. It shouldn''t be too much."
After saying that, he walked forward, picked up the head of his death with his eyes closed, and threw it at the black squid in the distance.
The sound of the head falling to the ground, and the mountain wall suddenly disappeared.
A **** and gloomy mountain gate appears, with three ancient characters on it:
Heishan Village.
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(This chapter ends)