Chapter 431 Zhang Quan
Mo Hua felt that this matter was full of doubts, and after thinking about it, he had no idea.
Just catch this gray-clothed monk.
There is a breakthrough in everything.
After the battle at Baihualou, the trump card of this gray-clothed monk was almost understood.
It will be much more convenient if you try to trick him.
On the way back, Mo Hua thought about his thoughts and then sighed.
His cultivation has grown step by step in practice during these days.
But the enhancement of spiritual consciousness has stopped at the twelve lines, and it is difficult to make progress any more.
First, because there is no twelve-line formation for him to learn, his spiritual consciousness grows slowly;
The second is because of the Taoist monument.
Since ink paintings have used the Taoist stele to realize the Taoist mortar, the Taoist stele has been overloaded and has not yet been fully restored.
The amount of practice of the daily formation of ink painting has been greatly reduced, and the spiritual consciousness has increased by a slight amount.
At this progress, the spiritual consciousness may not be able to break through the thirteen lines when building the foundation.
The Taoist monument recovers slowly, and the first-grade twelve-patterned formation is even more difficult to find.
After searching for ink painting for so many days, I still found nothing.
At present, the only clue is that Yan Teaching can only be found.
But where is the strict teaching?
Mo Hua sighed again.
Bai Zisheng was a little surprised and asked:
"Mo Hua, do you have any worries?"
Mo Hua nodded, "The spiritual consciousness has grown too slowly..."
If you cannot find the Yan Teaching, you cannot find the ultimate formation. Without the ultimate formation, you cannot temper your spiritual consciousness. If you cannot temper your spiritual consciousness, you cannot prove the Tao with your spiritual consciousness as Mr. Zhuang said.
Cultivate the ultimate spiritual consciousness, explore the ultimate formation, and strive for the great way.
The current spiritual consciousness of the ink painting is still far from the standard given by Mr. Zhuang.
"How much spiritual consciousness do you have now?"
Bai Zisheng asked curiously.
He only knows that ink painting has strong spiritual consciousness and a foundation-building level, but he has not asked in detail how strong it is.
He has never learned the ultimate formation of ink painting, nor can he learn it, nor can he learn it.
Mo Hua muttered, "It''s just twelve lines..."
Bai Zisheng was slightly stunned, "How many?"
"twelve…"
Bai Zisheng was silent.
Only twelve lines...
This has immediately reached the limit of the spiritual consciousness in the early stage of foundation building.
Generally, formation masters with ten lines of spiritual consciousness and foundation-building realm can try to learn second-grade formations.
Most second-grade formation masters have the initial spiritual consciousness of about eleven or two lines.
It was the first time Bai Zisheng heard that a qi-refining cultivator could have the twelve-lined spiritual consciousness.
And it seems that Mo Hua is still very unhappy.
He looked reluctant and unsatisfied.
You are still good at getting cheap!
Bai Zisheng was so angry that his teeth were itchy and couldn''t help scratching Mo Hua''s head.
Even Bai Zixi on the side couldn''t help but scratched Mo Hua''s hair with Bai Zisheng.
Ink painting is a little helpless.
But who told me to be my junior brother? I won’t bother with his junior brother.
After several people returned to the cave.
Mo Hua took out a Sinanmu formation compass.
On this compass, there is a Sinan mother formation painted.
The corresponding Sinanzi array is painted on a fine needle made of fine iron with a slightly engraved technique.
These fine needles and ink paintings were given to Bai Zisheng in advance, allowing him to thorn on the gray-clothed monk''s clothes or body without anyone noticing.
In this way, he can judge the location of the sub-array based on the Sinan mother formation and track the whereabouts of the gray-clothed monk.
The monk in gray clothes bought a murderer and killed the mine repairman, and bought the mine repairman''s body, not knowing what he was doing.
But it won''t be a good thing anyway.
When he was fighting today, the pills that could transform into corpses, the pills that he had taken with a sudden increase in strength, were **** and evil, probably made of corpses.
Over the past few decades, I don’t know how many mining managers have died because of this.
I don’t know how many mining families there are, so they fall apart.
Mining repairs are difficult, making a living is not easy, and they are also worried about such evil ways, and they will die without a complete body.
The face of ink painting turned cold.
So this gray-clothed monk must be slaughtered!
But before killing him, Mo Hua wanted to ask if he knew the whereabouts of Master Yan.
Teacher Yan disappeared in the mine.
The worst case was that Wang Lai and others were killed, and the body was sold to the gray-clothed monk.
In addition, there is another possibility, which is that Teacher Yan discovered something, followed the clues and followed the clues and followed the investigation...
In this case, Teaching Yan is likely to have an intersection with this gray-clothed monk.
In any case, you must confirm the ink painting.
However, there is no light spot on the compass of the Sinan mother formation, which also means that there is no trace of the gray-clothed monk.
"broken?"
Bai Zisheng frowned.
Mo Hua checked the formation and shook his head, "It''s not broken."
"That''s...he discovered your Sinan Zi Needle?" "Even if it is discovered, the Zi Needle will be thrown away or damaged, there will be some reaction on the compass."
Bai Zixi thought for a moment and said slowly:
"Because of escape?"
Mo Hua was stunned and figured it out.
The gray-clothed monk can escape, and escape under the soil, covering the aura of the formation and affecting the connection between the mother and child formation.
The mother formation did not appear, or he was still in the secret passage and did not come out.
Either the gray-clothed monk used the escape technique and was hiking on the ground.
Mo Hua thought about it and said:
“Wait.”
As a demon hunter, you must be patient enough when hunting prey.
This was taught to him by his father Mo Shan.
Two days later, Situ Fang came over and told Mo Hua that the identity of the gray-clothed monk was found in the Daotingsi.
"This person''s name is Zhang Quan, a monk from Nanyue City, and his family has been operating longevity materials for generations..."
"Longevity?" Mo Hua was slightly stunned.
“It’s the coffin.”
"Oh." Mo Hua understood.
Operation coffin business…
It matches the image and temperament of the gray monk and what he did.
Situ Fang continued:
"Thirty years ago, Zhang Quan''s parents died, and he was the only one who took charge of the birthday shop..."
"Zhang Quan''s breath is a little gloomy. He doesn''t talk to the monks in the neighborhood, but because he is doing a deadly business, everyone is used to it."
"Zhang Quan occasionally gambles and often prostitutes..."
"I asked several female cultivators in Baihua Building, and learned from them that Zhang Quan often lives in brothels, but rarely shows his true face."
"The monk who knows Zhang Quan doesn''t know that he will be a foundation-building monk."
Mo Hua asked, "Have you been to Zhang Quan''s residence?"
Situ Fang nodded, "I''ve been there, and the store has closed. We broke into the door and found that all the longevity materials inside were burned, and some other objects were destroyed."
"I don''t know if it was done by himself or if there were accomplices who helped him destroy the evidence of his crime."
"The question now is, what exactly is he used to buy a corpse?"
"Did the pill he took that day be refined from a corpse?"
"If so, where did you refine it, where is the alchemy furnace, how do you get the alchemy recipe, and what channel are used to purchase the herbs for refining evil pills?"
"Is it his own practice, or is someone helping him practice?"
"In addition, does he have any other ulterior motives..."
…
Situ Fang finished talking about the matter and sighed:
"Daotingsi has issued a wanted order. If he is caught, these things should be revealed."
Then she looked at the ink painting and was a little worried:
"Be careful these days."
"That day, he was in Baihua Tower. He tried every means to kill you. Now that he fled to the darkness, he might attack you..."
Mo Hua nodded, "Well, I know what I know."
Situ Fang was still a little worried.
Mo Hua said, "Don''t worry, I will follow my senior brother and sister, they will protect me."
Situ Fang then felt relieved, chatted for a while, drank a few cups of tea, and left.
The ink painting''s eyes were slightly condensed.
You have strong spiritual consciousness and can also hide your skills, so it is impossible for Zhang Quan to find it.
And now, it’s not him looking for ink painting, but ink painting.
The young ink painting is a hunter, and Zhang Quan of this foundation-building period is the prey.
In the next few days, when the ink painting is free, he will look out the Sinan compass and check the movements on it.
Three days later, the compass finally lit up.
Two light spots are lit together, while the other light spot is a little dim.
It seems that Zhang Quan found a needle, so he twisted it and threw it away.
And he didn''t find the other two, so they should still be on him.
Ink painting was refreshed.
Finally revealed my flaws...
The ink painting took out the map of Nanyue City and found that the highlight was located in a remote mine outside the city.
There are many mines outside Nanyue City.
These mines include Lu family, Nanyue Sect, Daotingsi, and other occupied by other families, sects or private individuals of all sizes.
Some mines are being mined; some have not been mined for various reasons;
Some mines have been completely mined and abandoned.
Where Zhang Quan hides is an abandoned mine.
The three men of Mo Hua, wearing cloaks and hiding their bodies, left Nanyue City and arrived at the mine where Zhang Quan was hiding.
This is a very small mine, dirty and messy.
Because it was abandoned, it was not popular at all.
Instead, the mines are filled with old dead spirit.
The ink painting''s spiritual consciousness swept away, and his eyes were slightly cold.
There are many gloomy breaths in this mine.
The mine repair bodies that Zhang Quan bought might be hidden here.
(This chapter ends)