Chapter 686 Water Well


    When was the attack?


    The first thing that comes to my mind in ink painting is the three-color carp with golden lotus.


    "I ate fish and drank soup, so I was invaded by the evil thoughts of the river god?"


    Mo Hua''s mind moved slightly, and suddenly he thought of something, and his heart tightened.


    Yuer!


    Yu''er was like herself. After eating this golden three-color carp, if there were evil thoughts of an evil **** in her sea of ??consciousness, Yu''er''s sea of ??consciousness would inevitably be polluted.


    At this time, the night was dark, and Mo Hua stood up immediately and came to the door next door. Before he had time to knock on the door, the door was already open.


    Wen Renwei stood at the door with a calm face but a little surprised.


    "Young Master Mo?"


    Mo Hua immediately said, "I''ll take a look at Yu''er."


    Wen Renwei''s eyes were confused, but when he saw Mo Hua looked anxious and did not dare to be careless, he immediately invited Mo Hua in.


    Mo Hua entered the door and walked through layers of exquisite and elegant screens, and the materials were expensive, but with childlike furnishings, he arrived at the bedroom inside.


    Yu''er was lying on the bed, with saliva on her mouth, and she slept soundly...


    He slept soundly and his mind was stable, and there was nothing abnormal.


    Mo Hua''s pupils were slightly deep, and she released her spiritual consciousness. She looked carefully several times and made sure that there was no evil spirit entangled Yu''er. Then she breathed a sigh of relief.


    But Mo Hua''s brows also frowned slightly.


    "Yu''er is fine..."


    "Young Master Mo?" Wen Renwei whispered, "What''s wrong with Young Master Yu?"


    Mo Hua came to his senses and shook his head, "It''s okay, I''m too careful."


    Wen Renwei also felt relieved, his eyebrows stretched out, and said solemnly:


    "I''m worried about it."


    Mo Hua smiled and did not disturb Yu''er''s sleep, but returned to her room and lay on the table to ponder.


    It was late, but the ink painting was not sleepy at all, and the heart was filled with mixed feelings.


    "The three-color golden lotus carp made the meat and stewed the soup. Yu''er and I both ate it, but Yu''er had nothing to do..."


    "That means that it''s not the problem with these three-color carp."


    "It''s not the problem with these three-color carp, what else can it be..."


    Mo Hua frowned and carefully recalled the past few days.


    From tracking the river dragon to entering the small fishing village, blood mist, Lao Yutou, the monk of the Wang family, and finally leaving the small fishing village with a fish basket of three-color carp...


    If the things you see with your eyes are invaded by evil thoughts, you should be able to detect them.


    Not what you see, that is what you smell or eat...


    Moreover, it is something different from Yuer’s food...


    "It''s not a three-color carp, that''s..."


    Ink painting made a brief thought, and his pupils shrank slightly, "Old Yutou''s fish soup?"


    In the past few days, he only ate this fish soup, but Yuer didn''t eat it.


    Ink painting frowned.


    I had a meal and drank the fish soup from Lao Yutou''s house, so I was contaminated by the evil god?


    Why?


    Why are there any problems with a pot of fish soup?


    Ink painting is incomprehensible.


    At this moment, a red color suddenly popped into my mind.


    Mo Hua was stunned.


    He remembered that Lao Yutou placed a small fish tank next to the fish tank where silver scale fish was raised. The fish tank was sealed and the things inside were not visible, and he could only faintly see a touch of red.


    According to Lao Yutou, what is raised inside is a kind of shameless red water carp.


    After thinking about the ink painting, I realized that this so-called "red water carp" was very similar to the blood-colored fish that invaded my sea of ??consciousness.


    Old Yutou...


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.


    "It seems that if you have time, you still have to go to the small fishing village again..."


    If there is a problem with Lao Yutou''s fish soup, then the entire small fishing village and all fishing practitioners may be contaminated by the evil gods in a subtle way.


    But no one noticed it.


    The suffering of fisherman is the soil of evil gods...


    Mo Hua''s eyes moved slightly, and suddenly she found that the corners of her eyes were a little dry, as if there were still tears of tears that had just happened.


    Scenes in the dream come to my mind again.


    The joys and sorrows, life and death, the hardships of trying their best to make a living, the despair of being unable to fight and the pain of being able to love each other but unable to stay together...


    There are one by one in the heart of ink painting.


    Mo Hua sighed deeply.


    This is just a dream for oneself, but it may be the life of many people...


    …


    Gu Changhuai sent someone to stare at the small fishing village, but in the past few days, no "crossing the river" was found.


    So a few days later, when it was Xunxu, Mo Hua couldn''t wait to go to the small fishing village again.


    It was noon at this time, the sun was bright and the fishermen were busy in the village.


    From a distance, it is full of vitality and nothing special.


    But Mo Hua already knew at this time that things were not as simple as it seemed.


    He drank a sip of fish soup in a small fishing village, and the sea of ??consciousness was invaded by the evil thoughts of the evil god.


    Most of the monks in this small fishing village probably have blood-colored small fish in the sea of ??consciousness.


    Others’ spiritual consciousness is enclosed in the sea of ??consciousness.


    Ink paintings cannot enter the sea of ??others'' awareness, so naturally they cannot see what others know.


    He can only look for clues through appearances...


    Mo Hua''s pupils were slightly deep, golden light appeared in her eyes, and her spiritual consciousness was released. She carefully scanned back and forth in the small fishing village, and then she discovered something that she had ignored before.


    The fishing practitioners in the village are working hard and working hard to survive.


    But when the eyes turn, the look will occasionally be confused for a moment, and a corpse-like numbness will appear in the eyes.


    This seems to be a sign that the spiritual consciousness is being swallowed up...


    Ink painting also saw Lao Yutou.


    The same is true for Old Yu. His eyes were occasionally dull and numb, but his complexion improved a lot.


    It seems that because of the spirit stone, I can send my two grandsons into the sect and change my future, and no longer suffer for a lifetime. I feel like I am looking back, full of energy and glory in my eyes.


    It was noon at this time, and their family still had fish soup for lunch, just like this small fishing village and all other fishing repairmen.


    Mo Hua stared at the fish soup, but unexpectedly, she didn''t see anything strange.


    This is ordinary fish soup.


    The soup used for making soup is also fished from Yanshui River, ordinary spirit fish,


    Lao Yutou kept a small tank of strange "Chirai Carp".


    But this fish has been sealed and he has never moved it.


    Ink painting frowned.


    Could it be that I guessed wrong?


    Not a problem with fish soup?


    Mo Hua thought about it and still did not enter the village, but hid himself and looked around the small fishing village.


    The small fishing village is built against the mountain, on a flat ground at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains and forests, and a road is separated by Yanshui River.


    After walking around Mo Hua, I felt even more confused.


    "No…"


    There is no statue of the sermon of the evil god.


    There are no parasitic things of evil gods.


    I also found no evil cultivators or demon cultivators'' strongholds, or demon temples like Bishan Demon Cave.


    There is not one altar either.


    No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary small fishing village.


    Of course, if it is really ordinary, it will be a good thing...


    Ink painting has a solemn expression.


    Hunting requires patience, and he decided to wait first.


    So Mo Hua came to a big tree outside the fishing village again, used her steps to cover her spiritual power on the soles of her feet, absorbed the tree trunk, and walked vertically up the tall tree top with her hands on her back.


    After that, Mo Hua sat straight on the tree branch with her legs crossed, staring at the small fishing village with bright eyes.


    He wanted to see if he could find some clues. Mo Hua sat like this, staring until the evening.


    The night was hazy, like a layer of black veil, slowly covering the small fishing village.


    Everything became dim.


    The sky is dim, there are no stars, only half a moon is hanging, the moon is cold and desolate.


    I stared at it for an afternoon and found nothing, but at night, the ink painting with a sleepy expression suddenly became energetic.


    He felt vaguely that something seemed to happen.


    Sure enough, nearly an hour passed.


    The night became darker. Most of the fishing practitioners in the village turned off the lights, leaving only dim fishing fires remaining, embellishing the night.


    Lao Yutou’s home.


    Old Yu, who was sleeping in a fake state, opened his eyes.


    He looked around and saw that his family was asleep. Then he climbed up gently, tied the small fish tank containing the "Chirai Carp" with hemp rope, carried it on his back, and then walked out of the house with a hunched over, and walked into the night.


    The ink painting in the distance condensed his eyes, and then he walked down from the big tree with his hands and feet, hiding his figure, blending with the night, and quietly following Lao Yutou.


    The small fishing village in the night is almost strangely quiet.


    Old Yu was hunched over and carrying a fish tank. At night, he looked hazy, like an old river demon crawling out of the river.


    He kept walking forward.


    The ink painting followed quietly.


    After walking to the back of the village, Lao Yutou stopped in an empty courtyard with few people and no one lives.


    There is a well in the yard.


    The well is made of white stones, and when the moonlight shines, it looks pale.


    Lao Yutou put down the fish tank, unsealed the seal, and took out several blood-red fish with sharp teeth and strange fins from it.


    Very similar to the fish in the dream of ink painting.


    Although ink painting is not a fisherman and cannot recognize the specific varieties, he knows that it is definitely not a carp.


    Old Yu respectfully threw these blood-red fish into the well, then knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said piously:


    "My Lord River God is here, Lao Yu is here to fulfill his wish..."


    “Thank you for your blessings from the River God…”


    Old Yu kowtowed three more times and said gratefully:


    "That day, the wind and waves were strong. Old Yutou, half of my body had already fallen into the river, and I almost died. Fortunately, I was blessed by the river **** and turned bad luck into good luck. I still survived and caught that top-quality golden lotus three-color carp..."


    "With this fish, my two young grandchildren have a future. Our family finally has someone. We don''t have to spend our whole life in the wind and waves, and we will make a living..."


    Old Yu sighed, "But later, the fish was almost snatched, but it was fine..."


    "Fortunately, another ''little nobleman'' helped him, defeated the Wang family''s tyrants and bought my fish..."


    "This little noble man is a good person. I''m lucky, Lao Yu."


    "But think about it, these are all blessings for Lord River God. Lord River God guided this little nobleman to save me..."


    Old Yu kowtowed a few more times, then put his hands together and said:


    "Old Yu had no other wish after that... he just asked Lord River God to bless my two young grandchildren, and to join the sect..."


    "I don''t seek wealth and honor, but I can succeed in practicing Taoism, but I want to be able to make a living, no longer deal with these storms and water monsters, and live a peaceful life. Old Yu will die without regrets..."


    "Lord River God, I can give you whatever you want."


    "Please..."


    "I will definitely raise this ''blood red fish'' well. When it is fattened and grown, I will offer it to you..."


    After Old Yu finished speaking, the sound of water suddenly came from the well, and a faint scarlet red flashed by, and everything calmed down.


    It seemed like something, enjoying the sacrifice.


    The fish died and the blood melted into the well water.


    Mo Hua was stunned and suddenly realized.


    It’s well water!


    If he expected it would be true, the monks in the entire fishing village would eat this well.


    Lao Yu threw the blood-colored fish into the well, contaminating the well water.


    The fishing repairman in the small fishing village eats well water, which is equivalent to everyone, and is all polluted by the evil gods.


    And I... I drank the fish soup made from well water at Lao Yutou''s house, and then I was polluted by the evil thoughts of the evil gods.


    Therefore, at midnight, I involuntarily immersed in the painful nightmare woven by the evil god...


    No, it is not the nightmare of the evil gods "weaving"...


    Mo Hua looked at Lao Yu who kept kowtowing and sighed in his heart.


    It should be a nightmare that all the poor fishing practitioners in the small fishing village "weave" together based on their own personal experience...


    Old Yu headed into the well, sacrificed the blood-colored fish, and sealed the fish tank again.


    There are still some fish in the fish tank that have not been well-raised. After some time, after careful care, they can be put into the well.


    After the matter was done, Lao Yu stood up and wanted to leave, but suddenly he heard a crisp sound in the quiet night.


    “Uncle Yu…”


    Old Yu''s head was suddenly shocked, and his soles of his feet slipped and fell to the ground.


    As soon as he struggled to get up, he looked around in panic, and saw a small figure slowly appearing in the dark night not far away.


    This figure is very familiar.


    Taking advantage of the cold moonlight, Old Yutou realized that this figure was the "little nobleman" who helped him repel the monks of the Wang family a few days ago and bought his own three-color carp.


    But at this moment, this little nobleman no longer looked kind.


    The moonlight shone on his face, and it was covered in cold white.


    His eyes also had unpredictable depth.


    Old Yu looked back at the well, then looked at the ink painting in front of him, his voice trembling, "You, little brother... have you seen it?"


    Ink painting nodded slowly.


    Old Yu struggled and suddenly begged:


    "Please, don''t say it out..."


    Ink painting is silent.


    "You must not let others know about this..." Old Yutou said in horror, "Otherwise, everything I did will be in vain. My two grandsons will have no future, and I will be punished by Lord River God..."


    "Please..."


    Ink painting still doesn’t say a word.


    Old Yu begged for a moment, and saw that Mo Hua was indifferent, and his heart gradually became angry. His eyes turned blood red at some point, and his words were a little distorted, not like human voices, but more like the sound of a fish demon.


    He lost his mind and looked ferocious, and suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua.


    "If you don''t agree to me, I want you to die!"


    Just as he rushed to Mo Hua and saw Mo Hua''s compassionate eyes under the moonlight, Lao Yu''s head suddenly shuddered again when he saw Mo Hua''s compassionate eyes.


    Memories come to my mind.


    Mo Hua drew a formation for him, helped him drive away the Wang family monk who bullied others by virtue, and also bought his three-color carp for a large amount of spirit stones...


    The blood in Lao Yu''s eyes gradually faded, the resentment on his face faded away, leaving only helpless sorrow.


    He slowly knelt in front of Mo Hua, and his tears couldn''t stop flowing, "Please..."


    He kept kowtowing.


    The hardships of life forced him to kneel down, kowtow and beg...


    Mo Hua felt sour in her heart, and she sighed and said, "I promise you."


    Old Yu was stunned.


    Ink painting said slowly:


    "I can''t say it out, but you have to tell me what happened?"


    "Who taught you to raise this kind of blood-colored little fish?"


    "Who told you that by raising this kind of fish, you can achieve everything you want without disaster or disaster?"


    Old Yu was stunned for a moment and looked at Mo Hua with a pleading look.


    Mo Hua said: "I keep my word. Tell me, I won''t say it out, otherwise..."


    A cold sharpness appeared in the eyes of the ink painting.


    Old Yutou felt a thrill, and then he remembered that the two Wang family built foundations and refining qi together that day, but they were killed by this young man.


    As a fisherman, he is not good at fighting, and he is even more unlikely to be the opponent of this terrifying young master.


    Old Yu sighed deeply and said helplessly: "Okay, I''ll say..."


    There is another update today~


    But it will be a little later.


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    (This chapter ends)