Chapter 578 Human Trafficking
Mo Hua said excitedly: "The sword transformed into a divine mind? How did it transform? What is the sword transformed like? How can it be driven by divine mind?"
Huang Shanjun''s expression was complicated, "How did I know..."
I was the one who was killed by the "Divine Sword", not the one who used the "Divine Sword" to kill people...
Mo Hua said again: "Is that magical sword very powerful?"
Huang Shanjun nodded, "Look at my down-and-out look after I was killed, I will know..."
Mo Hua looked at Huang Shanjun and questioned a little, "You are not amazing either..."
How can it be said that the "Sword of Divine Thought" is powerful?
Huangshan Jun was embarrassed and annoyed, "This is the moment, that is the moment!"
"I was the Lord of the Mountain back then! I had the final say in this mountain!"
"It''s just that if you make a mistake, your heart will be evil, and your Taoism will be destroyed by one''s actions. This is why you are so unbearable. If you lose it in your hands, the tiger will fall into the sun and be..."
Mo Hua frowned and her eyes were dangerous.
Huang Shanjun immediately swallowed the three words "being bullied by ''dog''".
It cannot be said that the tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by the "dog"...
This little monk has good skills, at least he is only a "little tiger" or a "little evil tiger"...
The little evil tiger who "eats people"...
If you can avoid provoking it, don’t provoke it…
Mo Hua still didn''t believe it, "Are you really amazing before?"
“That’s natural…”
Mo Hua thought, "This is the second-grade small state of Qianzhou. No matter how powerful you are, you are just a second-grade mountain god. How powerful can you be?"
"You don''t understand this...I used to..."
Huang Shanjun had a narrow face and a conceited look on his face. But when he was halfway through, he stopped and smiled awkwardly:
“…It’s really just a second-grade mountain god…”
Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously.
Huang Shanjun was so guilty of being stared at by the ink painting. He looked at the sky with both eyes and pretended that nothing happened.
Mohua thinks it has a big problem, but now it is surrendered and it is not easy to take ruthlessness. And it is a mountain **** at least, so it cannot be too rude.
Ink painting is still more concerned about the "sword of the divine mind"...
"What does the sword cultivator who can transform into a magical sword look like? Whose name is, do you know?"
Huang Shanjun shook his head, "I don''t know, I only remember him wearing white clothes, floating like an immortal, and that terrible sword intent. As for what he looks like, I didn''t dare to look closely. Whose name is, I dare not ask..."
"Which sect is that?"
Huang Shanjun still shook his head.
Mo Hua looked at Huang Shanjun helplessly, "Why don''t you know anything?"
Huangshanjun was very helpless.
What can I do?
I was stabbed with a sword and couldn''t avoid that person. How dare I ask questions?
"White-clothed sword cultivator kills the evil mountain god..."
Ink painting can only record this clue, and then find a way to check it out after entering the sect.
See if you can find out the "scientific Sword" person, find the method of "scientific Sword", master the method of releasing the divine consciousness, and manifesting it into a sword...
In this way, if you encounter some evil spirits, or divine thoughts like Huangshanjun, you can also turn your divine consciousness into a sword and slash it with one sword...
Mo Hua muttered silently in her heart.
Huangshanjun immediately shivered.
It didn''t know what Mo Hua was thinking about, but without thinking about it, it also knew that it was definitely not a good thing, and it might still be a terrible thing...
Otherwise, I wouldn''t feel my neck feel cold...
"Mr...." Huang Shanjun showed an extremely kind and even a little flattering smile, "The wind is cool in the mountains, you can rest early, tomorrow morning, it''s okay to rush..."
It wants to send this little ancestor away as soon as possible...
"I''m not sleepy!" Mo Hua said.
There is a Taoist monument in his sea of ??consciousness, and even if he doesn''t sleep, he won''t feel sleepy.
Huangshanjun felt bitter.
Little ancestor, please be sleepy.
You are not sleepy, it’s very difficult for me to endure this long night...
Ink painting still thinks of a lot of things.
For example, how can you become a mountain god? What is a good fate?
If a mountain **** gives birth to evil spirits, will he become an evil god? Why do you want to be popular? Why should I be worshipped?
Wait and wait...
It was still early before dawn, and Mo Hua wanted to grab Huang Shanjun and asked clearly one by one, but he was about to speak when he was stunned and looked out the door.
Huang Shanjun was a little surprised when he saw the strangeness of the ink painting.
After a moment, he was also stunned.
"Someone is coming outside..."
Mo Hua nodded.
Huangshanjun looked stunned.
It now understands that the spiritual consciousness of this little monk must be extraordinary.
In my own mountain world, I can sense the movements in advance than I do.
"Do not hide..."
Huang Shanjun glanced at the ink painting weakly and sought the opinions of the ink painting.
Mo Hua nodded, and then it breathed a sigh of relief, turning into a wisp of white smoke, and the smoke merged into the statue of the mountain god.
The ink painting wiped off the warm fire array on the ground, and also used the lapse of water steps. It "walked" vertically along the wall and hid behind the huge but half-broken beams, used the hidden technique to hide well.
After a while, the subtle footsteps outside the temple rang out.
Although the sound of steps was lowered, it was still clearly audible in the quiet mountain night, especially in the perception of ink painting.
Two strange monks hid outside the temple gate, lowered their bodies, peeked into the temple, and at the same time released their spiritual consciousness and glanced around. Then they put down their guard and said to the back:
"Brother, there is no one in the temple..."
Someone was talking later.
"It''s too late, this bird''s road is too difficult to walk..."
"I''ve been tired for a few days..."
"Rest in the temple for a while..."
"Shanjun bless..."
"You have your head on your head and your life on your hands. Shanjun bless you!"
…
A group of people chattered and walked into the dilapidated temple.
Ink paintings secretly looked through the gaps between beams and wood, through the moonlight, and saw that there were more than ten people in the dilapidated temple.
Most of them are early stage monks in foundation building.
There were those who held swords, some with swords, and several people were pushing a roller coaster. There were several storage boxes on the car, and there were unknown what was placed in the box.
Currently, a monk is wearing green clothes and a sword. He is of medium age and looks gentle and gentle.
It seems to be the leader of this group of people.
Although the cultivation level is also in the early stage of foundation building, it is obviously deeper than others, and the footwork is also well organized.
Mo Hua heard others call him "Boss Jiang".
Boss Jiang entered the temple, looked around, nodded and said:
"I''m tired from traveling day and night. My brothers are all tired. I''ll rest in the temple. I''ll rush to get on the road tomorrow morning and deliver the goods. Everyone can save some spirit stones and live a more relaxed life..."
His voice is gentle and elegant.
The other monks also nodded, put down their luggage, found a clean place in the temple, and sat down cross-legged.
Some people took out dry food and ate it, some people drank to relieve fatigue, and some people might be extremely sleepy and lie down and go to bed.
There were also a few people, whispering in a low voice, while Mo Hua listened with her ears on her ears.
"Boss, how many days are there..."
“Three or four days’ journey…”
“How much can you earn?”
"Don''t think so much, let''s talk about it..."
“Others…”
“It’s us…”
…
Several people chatted for a long time.
Mo Hua was a little confused when she heard it. She didn''t know what they were talking about. She was about to listen again, but suddenly Boss Jiang''s expression changed.
“No!”
The other monks were stunned when they heard this.
"Boss, what''s wrong?"
"What happened?"
Boss Jiang stood up, slowly looked around, his eyes stern, "There are people here!"
Ink painting was a little surprised.
Everyone in the ruined temple was even more shocked and stood up one after another, released their spiritual senses, scanned them carefully, and then frowned.
"Boss, no one..."
Boss Jiang wiped the ground with his hand, his eyes alert, "The ground still has heat. Obviously, there are monks who have taken warmth here not long ago..."
He looked around again and found the leftover potato skin of Mo Hua.
He pinched the potato skin with a puzzled look.
Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Boss, look!"
Hearing the sound, Boss Jiang immediately walked over and followed the man''s pointing, and saw a line of lines on the ground, as if he had just been painted...
Boss Jiang''s heart trembled, "Is this...formula?!"
Then his gentle gaze suddenly became sharp and he said sternly: "Everyone is on guard!"
All the monks present suddenly felt sleepy and drew their swords and used their spiritual power, with their expressions solemn.
But after a moment, there was still no sound in the dilapidated temple.
Whether it is seen with the naked eye or sensed by the spiritual consciousness, they have not found any trace.
Someone hesitated and said, "Boss, would you make a mistake..."
Boss Jiang frowned, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said:
"No, the formation has just been applied and there is still residual heat, which means that someone stayed in this dilapidated temple not long ago..."
"This barren mountain and wild ridge, with a long road, just this dilapidated temple, so the person will not leave. Most of the time, I saw that there were many people in us, so I hid..."
"Or...is ambushing us..."
The other monks all looked terrified.
"Boss, what should I do?"
Boss Jiang pondered for a moment, then looked at the dilapidated temple and said loudly: "Who is a fellow Taoist? Why don''t you show up and see me?"
“Meeting is fate…”
"You and I have no grudges or grudges, and we will not be unfavorable to you. Meeting in a deserted mountain will make friends..."
…
Boss Jiang spoke politely, but the ink painting was unmoved.
People''s hearts are separated from their stomachs, how could he know whether this group of people is good or bad.
Boss Jiang''s mouth was worn out, and seeing that there was still no movement around him, his eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice:
"If this fellow Taoist is not polite, don''t blame me for being polite..."
"When I demolish this broken temple, smash this statue of god, and razed it to the ground. I see where you can hide..."
The temple was demolished?
Mo Hua was stunned and looked down. He saw Huang Shanjun parasitizing in the statue, with an angry face, but helpless.
It is now in a downturn and cannot deal with this group of foundation-building monks.
If the door is demolished and the clay sculptures that live in it are destroyed, it will probably be really broken.
Ink painting doesn’t matter.
The mountain is so big and the night is so dark. Even if the temple is demolished, he can still run away. But Huangshanjun can run away from the mountain god, but he can''t run away from the temple...
He still has a lot of questions, and he wants to ask this down-and-out mountain god.
Mo Hua thought about it and then withdrew the hidden technique, and said with a clear voice:
“I’m out!”
Boss Jiang was stunned when he heard the sound. He thought that the night was dark and the mountains were deep. Those who dared to settle here must be the experienced and experienced monks on the Tao who were used to walking on the road at night.
But why does this sound sound so immature?
Before he could come to his senses, he saw a young monk jumping off from the beam of the room. He had a small body, a handsome face and a innocent face. Boss Jiang was stunned, then he felt cold in his heart and couldn''t help asking:
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
Mo Hua gave him a blank look, "Are you a ghost?"
Boss Jiang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mo Hua''s voice and appearance, which was flexible and vivid, and he did not look like a ghost, but a living young monk.
But then, he frowned again, "Are you alone?"
Of course, Mo Hua would not say that he was alone, just said:
"My master, my senior brother and my senior sister have separated. I have rested in the ruined temple for a while and I will go to find them tomorrow."
There is a teacher...
Boss Jiang frowned slightly, but didn''t take it to heart.
But he had something, and was very puzzled, so he said in a deep voice:
"When we enter the door, why can''t we find you?"
Ink painting said with confidence:
"How do I know?"
"You can''t find me, shouldn''t you look for the reasons in yourself?"
"Is it because of insufficient cultivation, is it because of insufficient spiritual consciousness, is it because of insufficient alertness?"
"What does it have to do with me as a child?"
A group of people who were told this by Mo Hua, their faces flushed with shame and anger, but they seemed unable to refute it.
They seem to blame themselves for being incompetent...
You can''t blame this kid for hiding well...
Mo Hua nodded slightly when he saw that they were so "self-knowledge".
A big man approached Boss Jiang, his lips moved slightly, and said in a very subtle voice:
"what to do?"
"Do you want it..."
The big man''s eyes were slightly cold and his hands were made into swords.
He was very small in movement and his voice was very light, but Mo Hua''s spiritual sense was strong, so he still heard it, but he pretended not to hear it.
Boss Jiang said in a deep voice:
"Don''t hurry, see what the situation is..."
He couldn''t figure out the details of this little monk and couldn''t figure out the identity of this little ghost.
Boss Jiang frowned and thought, suddenly his eyes flashed and asked:
"Little brother, did you draw the formation in this temple?"
A warm fire array...
Mo Hua thought for a while and nodded, "I drew it!"
Boss Jiang was a little surprised, but more surprised.
"You can draw formations?!"
"Um…"
Boss Jiang''s expression immediately became gentle and showed a kind smile.
Little monk...
Can draw formations...
That price is not average...
"Put away all the swords and don''t disturb the little brother..." Boss Jiang ordered, and then looked at the ink painting, his voice was as gentle as the spring breeze and rain.
"We are serious businessmen. We pass by here, afraid of being robbed and losing both people and money. We are a little too alert. Don''t blame me, little brother..."
Mo Hua nodded and said that he didn''t mind.
But I curled my lips in my heart.
I am serious businessman, I have seen it before, so who are you lying to...
Boss Jiang asked Mo Hua to sit down, took out some dry food, and invited Mo Hua to eat wild fruits.
I didn’t eat the ink painting.
Boss Jiang didn''t mind and asked gently, "Little brother, I''m so young that I can draw such a level of formation!"
This level? The level of the warm fire array?
His flattery did not capture Mo Hua''s heart, but Mo Hua just said perfunctorily:
“It’s normal…”
Boss Jiang asked again: "You little brother, can you draw a first-grade formation?"
Mo Hua nodded, "That''s right..."
Boss Jiang was overjoyed when he heard this, "Young brother will definitely have a bright future in the future!"
Then he picked up the wine glass and said sincerely: "I will punish myself for one cup. I will apologize to my little brother for the abrupt and rudeness that I have just made!"
Boss Jiang drank all the wine.
Mo Hua also said generously: "It''s okay, I don''t care about it."
Boss Jiang said some compliments, his eyes moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "I don''t know where my little brother, my master..."
"My master won''t let you say..." Mo Hua said, "But my master is so powerful. You can draw a third-grade formation at will..."
"My master is even better, but I can''t tell you..."
Boss Jiang laughed and thought to himself.
Are you a teacher in the Jindan stage?
Lower.
With the talent of formation, the master is inferior to the low-level master... If you can''t extort, you can only sell it in another way...
Boss Jiang had made up his mind, and suddenly slapped his head and said in surprise:
“Your master…”
"On the way I came, I seemed to meet a master who said he was looking for his disciple, saying that his disciple was extremely talented and had profound formations. From this point of view, I imagined it very much with my little brother..."
"This master may be the master of the little brother!"
Mo Hua watched him perform silently and said expressionlessly:
"Are my senior brother and sister here too?"
Mr. Jiang said: "Yes, there are two disciples around that master, one man and one woman. They are all very handsome, all of whom are among the people..."
Ink painting pretended to be "surprise", and said in a flat tone:
"Ah, it''s great. They are my master, my senior sister, and my senior brother!"
Although Boss Jiang thought Mo Hua''s tone was strange, he had a ghost in his heart, and he didn''t notice it for a moment, but sighed:
"It''s just a pity that they took the wrong path..."
"Wrong?" Mo Hua said in surprise.
"Well," said Boss Jiang regretfully, "they went towards Qingzhou City and took a long way. If you are in this mountain, you may not be able to wait for them."
The expression of ink painting became lost.
Boss Jiang looked at the ink painting and made a judgment in his heart.
This child looks smart and cautious enough, but after all, he is a child with a shallow experience and involves his own master, so he cares about it.
It’s not difficult to cheat by lies...
Mr. Jiang said: "Mr. Ling is a master, and we have a good relationship. Why not do you take you to find your master? This is the right way to go to Qingzhou City..."
"Really?" Mo Hua said expectantly.
"This is natural." Boss Jiang laughed amiably.
Mo Hua showed surprise, "That''s great, thank you all!"
The eyes of the ink painting are clear and clean, and are as lively as a deer.
Boss Jiang felt relieved and said:
"It''s late, let''s take a break first. I''ll take you to find your master tomorrow morning."
"good!"
Mo Hua nodded with expectations.
Everyone rested in the dilapidated temple.
Mo Hua fell asleep quietly, with dark eyelashes and a well-proportioned breathing, like an ordinary child.
Boss Jiang was far away from him and whispered to several monks in front of the dilapidated temple gate.
"Boss, what are this kids doing?"
"You know the formation, the price is good..."
A monk said, "The spiritual roots are too poor, it''s a bit useless..."
Mr. Jiang said: "What do you know? Just know a handsome guy to cover up all the ugliness and know the formation. It''s not like entering the sect and being picky..."
"Before I came, the sir, I calculated that we won''t let go of trouble..."
Some people said with concern.
"It''s okay to just do this. One is also sold, and two are also sold..." Boss Jiang whispered, "After making this order, it''s not easy to make in the future. If you can get more oil and water, just make more..."
"What''s more, Qianzhou is so big and its power is complicated."
"The master of the Jindan stage is nothing..."
"If a person is lost, it is like a stone sinking into the sea. You will never find it in your life..."
…
Boss Jiang and his friends said in a low voice.
The ink painting "sleeping" quietly opened its eyes and knew about it in my heart.
These monks are "human traffickers"!
It is specialized in the "trafficking monks".
He looked kind, but his conscience was very bad!
In places where there are many sects like Qianzhou, most of the people who are abducted are young monks as big as themselves.
Either blackmail or trafficking.
Young monks with good spiritual roots and good talent can earn a large amount of spiritual stones whether they extort or sell them.
There are also some monks who have entered the demonic path and use their flesh, qi sea, spiritual roots, etc. as medicine for alchemy refining.
The Qian family ancestor used human lives to refine the "Shoushenghuayuan Pill".
A young monk with good talent and pure bloodline is undoubtedly the best "dangui".
Selling it to the demon cultivator will naturally make a lot of money.
After thinking about it, Mo Hua slowly closed her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.
The barren mountain is late at night, quiet and silent.
Until dawn.
“Little brother, little brother…”
Someone woke up the ink painting.
Ink painting woke up in a daze and rubbed his eyes with his little hands.
Boss Jiang smiled and said in a kind voice: "It''s dawn, it''s time to go on the road. Let''s take you to find your master..."
Find the master...
Mo Hua suddenly realized, feeling complicated, but she still smiled and said, "Okay!"
Everyone packed their bags and prepared to set off.
At this moment, Huang Shanjun''s whisper came from the clay sculpture:
"Sir, be careful, they are not good people..."
It is a divine thought, and only ink paintings can hear what they say.
"I know..." Mo Hua nodded, then waved to the clay sculpture on the main hall of the dilapidated temple, "I''ll leave first, I''ll come back to see you if I have time..."
The other monks were puzzled when they saw this.
But when I thought that Mo Hua was a child, some children were normal in their hearts and nature, so I didn’t take it in my heart.
Above the clay sculpture, white smoke turned into Huangshanjun''s face.
It smiled awkwardly at Mo Hua.
But I couldn''t say anything about my pain:
"Don''t...don''t come back to see me, I don''t want to see you again..."
After packing up, Mo Hua followed Boss Jiang and the others away from the dilapidated temple, covered with the morning glow, and walked towards the distant Qingzhou City.
This is also the only way to the Qianxuezhou area, and ink painting is just the way.
Huang Shanjun watched them leave silently, feeling a little worried.
"These more than ten monks are suffering from evil consequences, but they are not good people..."
"This little monk, there will be no problem..."
Huang Shanjun frowned and was stunned again.
These monks are not good at slaughter, but this little monk seems... not good at slaughter?
Which young monk from which family would think of "eating" the mountain god? !
Huang Shanjun looked silent, looking at the ink painting swaying among the "human traffickers" in the distance, and didn''t know for a moment who should be worried about...
(This chapter ends)