Chapter 514 Benefit


    In the Nanyue City.


    Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said helplessly:


    "Every time there is such a big stir, this child is really worry-free..."


    Old Kuo glanced at him, "You look very proud..."


    Mr. Zhuang couldn''t help but smile, "It''s okay."


    After all, I am my disciple!


    Puppet old man was speechless and frowned:


    "The evil of Tao is kneeling down... the cause and effect of being contaminated is great..."


    Mr. Zhuang shook his head and corrected:


    "First, this is not a sin of Tao..."


    "My senior brother gave the means to make the corpse king a sin, and there are two conditions."


    "First, this Nanyue City has refined zombies for another hundred years, and slowly committed murder. In the foul air and the resentment of death, let the corpse king wake up slowly."


    "The second is that if the matter is exposed, let the corpse king devour the master, then it will be immediately evil."


    "But evil cannot defeat righteousness, the Lingshu evil formation cannot defeat Lingshu absolute formation."


    "So Lu Chengyun cannot be regarded as the master of the Corpse King from beginning to end. The master of the Corpse King has always been Mo Hua, the child."


    "It cannot eat ink paintings, and it cannot eat its owner."


    "So, this corpse king can only be regarded as a half-step evil, or it is a fetus of a Taoist evil, and it has not transformed into a body of a Taoist evil."


    Mr. Zhuang looked at Mr. Puppet again and then said:


    "Second, even if it is a sin of Tao, it''s nothing."


    "This child Mo Hua made him kneel down based on his ability."


    "Since you kneel down, it means surrender. This imprint will be engraved in the Tao of cause and effect and cannot be changed."


    "For ink painting, this is actually an opportunity..."


    "As for this kind of despicable cause and effect, how to use it, he has to learn it in the future."


    After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he also felt a little moved:


    "However, although it was a coincidence, it was still a bit outrageous to make the evil spirit kneel down..."


    Old Kuang said silently: "You haven''t calculated it?"


    Mr. Zhuang said unhappily: "I am not a charlatan, I can calculate anything..."


    Old Kuo looked at him silently, not knowing what he was thinking.


    After a moment, Old Pu''s eyes slightly condensed and said in a deep voice:


    "This child''s spiritual consciousness is already at its peak."


    Mr. Zhuang nodded, feeling a little relieved, and was also a little surprised:


    “Yes, it’s much faster than I thought…”


    "What are you going to do next?"


    Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned, raised his head, his eyes crossed the mountains and rivers, looked into the distance, and said calmly:


    “Go to where you should go…”


    Old Kuo frowned, "I really want to go?"


    Mr. Zhuang nodded, "The grievances in the past must be settled."


    Then he looked at the yard again.


    In the yard, there are lush grass and trees and clear water in the pond.


    The big trees in the yard that were blocking the wind and rain swayed in the wind, and the leaves fell one after another.


    Under the big tree, Mo Hua and his junior brothers and sisters often gather together to practice, meditate, learn formations, or chat or playful scenes emerge one by one...


    Mr. Zhuang''s expression was a little reluctant and a little melancholy.


    "This journey is about to come to an end..."


    …


    Above the grave mountain.


    Mo Hua stood with his hands behind his back and began to command the zombies, allowing them to temporarily return to the mine and sleep in the mine.


    The corpse king lowered his head and followed Mo Hua.


    The iron corpse is like a guard, protecting Mo Hua.


    And the tens of thousands of walking zombies lined up, walking quietly and steadily towards the depths of the mine...


    It’s like a busy mine repairman who has been working hard for a day, returning home while the sunset.


    In the blood and cruelty, there is a bit of tranquility and peace.


    The zombies returned to the mountain and the order was in full swing. This scene lasted all night.


    Until dawn, the morning sun rose, the morning glow filled the sky, and the bright rays shone on the peaks outside Nanyue City.


    All the monks suddenly felt lost.


    They seemed to have had a nightmare.


    In the dream, there are the terrifying corpse king, the brutal tide of corpse, and the struggle and hard battle between life and death.


    Now that I woke up from my dream, the sun rose as usual, everything disappeared.


    But they also knew that this was not a dream.


    They still clearly remember that under the **** night, the corpse energy covered the sky, the terrifying roar of the Corpse King, and the twisted and terrifying aura of Taoist evil.


    Also remember.


    Such a terrifying corpse king was eventually suppressed, bent his knees and surrendered to a young monk.


    Mo Hua is the owner of the corpse king.


    At the same time, he looks like a mysterious little devil.


    The corpse king knelt down and the corpses worshiped.


    This incredible picture was inexplicably shocked and clearly imprinted in their sea of ??consciousness, and it could not be forgotten even if you want to.


    They looked at the ink painting with lingering fear.


    I am grateful for Mo Hua''s life-saving grace, and I am also afraid of Mo Hua''s horror that mobilizes the corpses.


    Nowadays, the zombies in the entire Nanyue City are all based on his intentions.


    Life, death, misfortune and fortune are all in his thoughts.


    Everyone was nervous.


    But ink paintings are like nothing happened.


    All his aura was restrained and he looked just an ordinary, cute little monk.


    It seemed that nothing happened before was done by him, and it had nothing to do with him. He even asked Yang Jishan:


    "Uncle Yang, do you have any food? I''m hungry..."


    He controlled the zombies to return to the nest, and his spiritual thoughts were consumed a lot. Now he calmed down and realized that he was hungry.


    There was some jerky meat in his storage bag.


    But that was made by his mother, and he couldn''t bear to eat it on weekdays and kept saving.


    Yang Jishan was stunned when he heard this.


    For a moment, everyone didn''t know what expressions they should show...


    …


    Spend one night.


    Under the control of Mo Hua, all the zombies, including the Corpse King and the Iron Corpse, temporarily returned to the mine and lived in the depths of the mine.


    Ink painting simply set up the formation.


    Yang Jishan also ordered that no monks were allowed to enter the mine without permission.


    This mine is a complete mountain of corpses.


    And there is a corpse king sleeping in the mountains.


    After the corpse group was placed, some Taoist soldiers were left to guard the situation, and the other monks temporarily returned to the city to rest.


    Mo Hua also returned to the cave with his senior brother and sister.


    He controlled the corpse all night, and his divine consciousness was a little consumed and he was a little tired. At this time, the matter was resolved and he slept with a full sleep.


    Mo Hua woke up and found that Yang Jishan had been waiting for him outside for a long time.


    Unlike ink painting, Yang Jishan did not dare to sleep at all.


    As soon as he lay down, he thought of the terrible evil spirits, the powerful corpse king, the hideous corpse group, the broken sunset gun, and the Taoist soldiers and monks who died in the mouths of zombies.


    Thinking of the mastermind behind the nourishing evil spirits.


    Thinking of the ink painting that seems simple but cannot be seen through at all.


    I remembered the shocking scene of the corpse king kneeling down on the grave mountain.


    I remembered again that now thousands of zombies are still dominated by ink paintings...


    His head was incredibly painful.


    My head is also in a mess.


    Yang Jishan''s face turned pale, his breath was weak, and his eyes were still a little deep.


    The ink painting was just the opposite. After a night of sleep, I was full of energy, my eyes were glowing, and even my cheeks were round.


    "Uncle Yang, is there anything wrong?"


    Mo Hua asked curiously when she saw Yang Jishan.


    How could it be fine!


    Yang Jishan felt bitter, but he didn''t know how to speak for a while.


    "Is it the zombies?" Mo Hua asked again.


    Yang Jishan nodded, finally gritted his teeth and asked nervously, "What are you going to do?"


    Mo Hua thought about it and didn''t say anything.


    Yang Jishan pretended to be calm, but his heart was in his throat.


    One corpse king, dozens of iron corpses, and tens of thousands of walking corpses.


    What a powerful combat power this is to form a corpse soldier!


    He was afraid that ink painting would make some excessive demands.


    Or simply, hold the "corpse" and respect yourself, go astray, and become a complete little devil.


    Yang Jishan was worried.


    At this moment, Mo Hua asked, "Uncle Yang, like the Taoist court, how did you deal with this kind of corpse disaster?"


    Yang Jishan was stunned, thought for a moment, and then slowly said:


    "Daoting deals with corpses and disasters, usually the culprit of killing."


    "The corpse cultivation who practices zombies and refines zombies is the first to be attacked and will be arrested and punished. If there is any resistance, killing it will be done."


    "If you are captured alive, you will be sent to Taoist prison and sentenced to death. The lightest is to be exiled to the Southern Ferry and used as cannon fodder for war. In addition, most of them are death sentences, but the methods of death vary."


    "The heavier the sin, the slower the death, the more painful it is." "Apart from the corpse cultivator, all zombies will be burned."


    "Because the zombies are not dead and carry corpse poison, once they are contaminated with blood and the corpse energy changes, they will still get up and kill people and eat people. The corpse poison spreads, which is also extremely harmful..."


    "In addition, all the evil weapons and evil formations that refine corpses will be destroyed."


    "The monks who shelter the corpse cultivators, indulge the corpse refining, and assist the corpse refining, will be in the same way as the corpse cultivators..."


    …


    Yang Jishan said in detail to the ink painting.


    After listening to it, Mo Hua pondered, "In other words, these zombies are going to be burned, right?"


    Yang Jishan was a little nervous and nodded slightly:


    "Yes…"


    "I understand." Mo Hua nodded, "Then do it."


    Yang Jishan was stunned, "Does it burn?"


    "yes."


    Yang Jishan was a little unbelievable, "Are the iron corpse and the corpse king burned down?"


    The ink painting is a bit inexplicable, "What about that?"


    Yang Jishan was shocked, but he still couldn''t help it and asked in a low voice:


    "Don''t you want to keep it?"


    Mo Hua shook her head, "It''s all harmful things. What should I keep them for? And keeping them is also very harmful. The corpse king is easily out of control, so it''s natural to burn it off. Eliminate all evil things and end it all..."


    Yang Jishan opened his mouth, and was so moved that he almost cried.


    What a child who understands justice!


    He had thought that ink painting would be selfish, so he was uneasy. It turned out that he had a small situation.


    "But..." Mo Hua said again.


    Yang Jishan''s heart skipped a beat again.


    Generally speaking, after "but", there will be no good things...


    His mood became nervous again.


    "I have something to do, I want these zombies to do it." Mo Hua said.


    Yang Jishan''s heart was a little cold, but he still asked in a deep voice:


    "What''s up?"


    Mo Hua said: "I want to manipulate these zombies and build a mine."


    "Mine?" Yang Jishan frowned.


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "Build a mine..."


    "The one who suffered the most from this corpse tide was actually the mining repairs in Nanyue City."


    "They have already worked hard to live. They have a hard time living, and they have to be reinvented into zombies after they die, helping the evil and dying with their eyes open."


    "If you are alive, you are exploited, and after you die, you will be enslaved..."


    "After this corpse tide, the mine collapsed on a large scale. The formations inside were damaged, the corpse qi was heavy, and evil was growing, and it could no longer be used."


    "If you can''t mine, the casual cultivators in Nanyue City will lose their livelihood."


    "If they leave like this, they will not be able to survive."


    "So I think to build a new larger mine, connect several mines, build a more complete formation, strengthen the mountains, remove corpse gas, remove evil and filth, and try to increase mine output..."


    "Let the casual cultivators in Nanyue City have a stable place to make a living without risking their lives or being worried. They will not be buried in the mine due to accidents, leaving orphans and widows, and are left alone and helpless..."


    "It just so happens that a lot of material and manpower is needed."


    "I have a way to do material resources, but manpower is relatively limited."


    "Because of the new mines connecting mines, it is inevitable to encounter monsters in the mountains, or to absorb dirty air and foul air from the deep mines, which is also very dangerous."


    "If the monks in the Qi Refining Stage cannot do these things, they will be in danger of their lives."


    "But the zombies can do it."


    "Most of these walking zombies were mine repairs in Nanyue City during their lifetime..."


    "There may also be their parents, relatives, or friends who are familiar with each other in the city."


    "I want them to create another blessing for their living relatives, friends, and descendants before their true mortality is gone..."


    Yang Jishan was shocked.


    He couldn''t help but look at the ink painting and saw that his eyes were as clear as water.


    The golden sunlight shines through the big tree and spreads on him.


    Yang Jishan took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and saluted Mo Hua solemnly.


    …


    What’s next is to follow the plan of ink painting.


    These zombies are going to be burned.


    The corpse king is the deceased of the evil deed. He has three masters and even a criminal record of devouring the master. Although the ultimate master is himself, Mo Hua does not intend to keep it.


    Otherwise, it will be a disaster sooner or later.


    Other iron corpses and walking corpses will naturally be burned.


    To burn zombies, a corpse burning array is required.


    This formation is said to be a powerful formation power of the Dao Ting, designed specifically to remove corpse troubles.


    It can not only burn the body of zombies, but also burn all the poison of corpses without leaving any trace.


    After seeing the formation, the ink painting was indeed cleverly conceived, and used two types of five elements of fire and earth to cover water with soil and use cremation to transform poison. It is indeed very practical.


    Mo Hua glanced at him for a few more times and learned it secretly...


    But there are too many zombies in Nanyue City.


    This is a large-scale corpse disaster, and the corresponding scale and number of corpse burning arrays required are not small.


    But all these are under the responsibility of Dao Ting.


    No need to worry about ink painting.


    He just needs to find a way to build a large mine.


    This move was also approved by Yang Jishan and supported by the Daojing monks present.


    Among them, some of them really understand the difficulties of the casual cultivators in Nanyue City and want to do some good things.


    Some of them simply want to sell personal favors for Mo Hua.


    There are some that are reluctant in my heart, but I can''t forget the scene when Mo Hua made the Corpse King kneel down. I am afraid of Mo Hua and dare not disobey.


    The last group of people agreed when they saw that everyone agreed, and thought that they could not be sociable, so they agreed with it...


    Although people''s hearts are different and the situation is complicated, there is always an agreement.


    Yang Jishan has connections with the Dao Bingsi, and other monks are also children of monks from aristocratic families and sects such as Daozhou, Qianzhou, and Kunzhou.


    With their endorsement, it will be much easier to implement this matter.


    The construction of a new large mine requires manpower and material resources.


    Human resources have been solved.


    Zombies are the power of "human".


    This may be the most meaningful thing they have done since they became zombies.


    Apart from this, it is material resources.


    The material resources for building mines come from Daotingsi in Nanyue City.


    Nanyue City Daotingsi is from top to bottom and has a serious corruption.


    Especially the chief officer of Nanyue City, I don’t know how many bribes he has received from the Lu family.


    All of them were collected, probably a large amount of spirit stones.


    Of course, the Nanyue City Chief Secretary has long been removed from his post and sent to prison. After that, he will be sentenced to death, and he will definitely not be able to survive.


    I just don’t know what kind of way of death would be.


    In addition, it is the Lu family.


    The Lu family was searched.


    All confiscated property was used to build mines.


    These spiritual stone property were originally exploited from the mine cultivator layer by layer, but now they are just the original owner and reused on the mine cultivator.


    Take it from the people and use it for the people.


    These things were considered before Mo Hua had considered them, but the specific confiscation of the house still depends on Yang Jishan and his Taoist soldiers.


    Yang Jishan is not polite.


    The Taoist soldiers searched their homes, and they were also familiar with the road.


    The number of spirit stones collected was extremely large, with millions of spirit stones, which shocked Yang Jishan, who was born in the clan, and couldn''t help but sigh:


    "This Lu Chengyun, no, this Lu family is so rich?"


    "And this steward has been greedy for nearly one million..."


    But Yang Jishan also knew it in his heart.


    There is no wealth in this world without reason.


    The wool finally comes from the sheep.


    The poorer the casual cultivators in Nanyue City, the richer they are.


    The richer they are, the poorer they are.


    Their richness means that over the years, how poor are the casual cultivators in Nanyue City...


    There are too many spirit stones, and it is impossible to keep them.


    Daoting will find a way to confiscate it, and then snap it up layer by layer to make the monks from all sides of the process eat oily mouths.


    But this matter is too big.


    It is related to the evil of the Tao. After the outlook, there are many family forces involved. In full view of everyone, no one dares to make money.


    So in order to calm the disaster, Yang Jishan made the decision.


    This spirit stone was eventually left in Nanyue City.


    With both manpower and material resources, Ink Painting has also officially begun to build new and large mines connecting several mines.


    ?Thank you for your rewards~


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    (This chapter ends)