Chapter 799 Blood Sacrifice


    Huang Shanjun''s face changed, but he only returned to normal in an instant. He smiled at Mo Hua with an awkward look:


    "The little **** is now in a downturn, so he naturally has to hide from anything."


    "I''m afraid of passing monks who have dismantled my clay sculptures; I''m afraid of wolf insects in the mountains and robbing my offerings; I''m afraid of ghosts and evil spirits from somewhere that have dirty my temples and occupied my temple..."


    "This temple is built in the deep mountains, and it''s okay to be dilapidated. Anything more refined and luxurious will definitely be coveted."


    Huang Shanjun said this, his face looked bitter.


    Mo Hua looked at Huangshanjun silently without saying a word.


    He could tell at a glance that Huang Shanjun was lying.


    But ink painting doesn’t blame it.


    Whether it is a human being or a god, who doesn’t have any hidden secrets?


    There are more secrets in my body than Huangshan Jun.


    Good friends should be together for a long time, and they must leave room for each other and keep space for each other to keep secrets.


    If it doesn’t say it, it won’t force it.


    Anyway, it is the one who hides in the dilapidated temple to eat wind and rain, not yourself...


    Mo Hua looked at Huang Shanjun deeply again, nodded and said, "That''s right."


    Huang Shanjun was furrowed by Mo Hua''s deep eyes, and he felt uneasy. Hearing this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.


    Mo Hua looked up at the ruined temple, pondered for a moment, and then said:


    "Mr. Shan, it''s hard to hide like this. Do you want me to help you?"


    "help?"


    Huang Shanjun was stunned and didn''t understand what ink painting meant.


    "Why do you help me hide?"


    Mo Hua said: "I have learned some new formations that can obscure the perception of divine thoughts. When you hide in it, you will not be easily discovered by others."


    Huang Shanjun was very surprised, but he didn''t want to wiping out the kindness of ink paintings and bowed:


    "That''s thank you, my friend."


    The ink painting looked around for a while and said:


    "The clay sculptures on the temple can be seen as soon as you enter the door. They are too conspicuous and it is useless to draw the formation. Shanjun, do you have other statues for hiding?"


    "This..." Huang Shanjun was silent for a while.


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up, "Do you like to hide that puppy behind the temple? I..."


    Huang Shanjun shook his head repeatedly, "No, no..."


    In order to hide from ink paintings, I hid myself on the puppy statue.


    It is never willing to mention such embarrassing things again in its entire life.


    No matter how down and out it is, it is also a mountain god, and the mountain **** also needs face.


    Huang Shanjun looked at the ink painting and hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth and saying, "My friend, come with me."


    Mo Hua''s expression moved slightly and nodded.


    Huangshan Jun floated out of the clay sculpture leisurely, led the ink painting to leave the ruined temple, and came to a cliff behind the temple.


    “Cliff?”


    I looked at Huangshanjun in ink painting.


    Huang Shanjun was a little embarrassed and pointed down, "There is a cave below. Please, my friend..."


    Huangshan Jun walked towards the cliff.


    The ink painting followed and then discovered that the old vines on the edge of the cliff covered a steep stone steps.


    Following the stone steps down, there is a cave several feet away.


    The cave is not big and very shallow.


    Mo Hua entered the cave and then found that there was still a statue of the **** hidden in the cave.


    This statue is tall and dignified, with a long and narrow face and majestic eyes, which is somewhat similar to Huangshanjun. The entire body of the statue is made of fine copper, and there is a layer of gold in some places. It is much stronger than the clay sculpture in the ruined temple.


    Mo Hua was a little surprised and looked at Huang Shanjun, "Isn''t this the statue of your natal god?"


    Huangshanjun smiled and said nothing.


    I thought about it and felt that it shouldn’t be the case.


    No matter how much Huangshan Jun trusts himself, he will never be able to expose his natal statue so easily.


    Unless its brain breaks.


    People rely on clothes, and gods rely on gold.


    This statue of **** should be its private treasure to "save face".


    Of course, it can also be used to "hide" when encountering crisis.


    "Okay, then I''ll draw the formation for you?" Mo Hua asked.


    Huang Shanjun bowed and said, "I''m working hard..."


    Take out the ink painting and start drawing the formation stroke by stroke around Huangshanjun''s "golden costume" statue.


    Huang Shanjun looked at it silently, curious about what formation the ink painting would draw for it.


    But as he looked, Huang Shanjun''s face changed again.


    "this…"


    Its body trembled and hesitated for a long time before he hesitating: "Little...my little friend, is this...this is the Shinto formation?"


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded.


    Really!


    Huang Shanjun took a breath.


    How come this little plague god, how could he even learn the divine formation?


    Awesome...


    Then will he be even more lawless from now on?


    What does it mean to draw a shinto formation on his statue of god?


    Huang Shanjun''s face froze, and he felt regretful, very regretful.


    People’s hearts are unpredictable, and indeed monks are not trustworthy at all.


    If I had known this, I would not have said the location of this statue...


    Huang Shanjun''s face was bitter and helpless, so he could only beg for mercy and said, "My friend, show mercy! Don''t seal my statue..."


    Once this statue is sealed, it has no way out.


    Mo Hua said in confusion: "Who said he wanted to seal you?"


    Huang Shanjun looked resentful.


    Mo Hua comforted it and said, "Don''t worry, it''s not what you thought..."


    "I use the Shinto Formation to seal your statue, and then leave a hole to let you enter and exit freely. In this way, the Shinto Formation will become your hiding reliance and cover your breath."


    "If you die in the future, you will hide in it. Others, even other evil spirits, may not be able to discover you."


    Huang Shanjun was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized it.


    It did not expect that the "Shendao Formation" originally used to compete with gods could have such use.


    But if you think about it carefully, it is the same.


    A normal **** is so proud that he doesn''t have to hide from others and live in this way.


    And the gods who fell into the evil path are also hostile to the monks of the Shinto.


    The Shinto Formation Master will naturally find a way to completely seal it without leaving any flaws.


    It is really a wonderful idea to use the "seal" formation to "hide".


    Huang Shanjun was amazed in his heart, and took another look at the ink painting, and was very curious.


    I don’t know where he learned this divine formation...


    Huang Shanjun wanted to ask, but he didn''t ask sensibly.


    With this young monk''s shrewdness, I probably won''t tell him.


    After the ink painting, there was indeed a gap in formation behind the statue and said to Huang Shanjun: "You go in and try..."


    Huang Shanjun frowned.


    It is a god, and naturally has an almost instinctive repulsion of this kind of divine formation that restrains gods.


    What''s more, this formation is made by ink paintings who can''t figure out the details.


    Once he went in, he blocked it in and he really wanted to cry without tears.


    But when Huang Shanjun was looked at by Mo Hua''s big clear eyes, he felt a little ashamed.


    Forget it…


    It gritted its teeth, but it turned into a wisp of white smoke, tremblingly, and penetrated into the statue of the god.


    After entering the statue, the formations around it seemed like a narrow mountain wall, making it a little suffocating and uncomfortable.


    It has a premonition that once the ink painting seals the gap in the formation at this time.


    You will be trapped in this statue, sealed by the formation, and you will never be able to see the light of heaven.


    Huangshanjun was worried.


    Fortunately, after a while, Mo Hua said, "How is it?"


    "It''s okay..." Huang Shanjun said.


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "Then you come out. There is no need to go in normally. If you really encounter any danger, go in and hide."


    He didn''t know what Huangshan Jun was hiding in the ruined temple.


    But if you leave more means, there will always be a way out.


    Huangshan Jun turned into blue smoke and floated out of the seal. He felt the pressure suddenly decrease, and he breathed a long sigh, then bowed to the ink painting, and said sincerely:


    “Thank you, my friend.”


    "Okay, it''s time for me to leave. I''ll come to see you when I have time." Mo Hua waved his hand and left from the cave.


    Huang Shanjun sent the ink painting to the entrance of the ruined temple. His mood was a little complicated for a moment. Finally, hesitated for a long time and said:


    "There is an evil **** in Qianxuezhou..."


    "Does this evil **** have sheep horns?" Mo Hua asked.


    "Yes..." Huang Shanjun nodded, and then suddenly became stunned, "You...you know?"


    Not only did I know, I also saw it, and even "eat" it...


    "How did you know?" Huang Shanjun was a little shocked.


    Mo Hua said: "I have encountered several small evil spirits in the nearby state boundaries. They seem to be the minions of this evil god." Huang Shanjun looked at Mo Hua in surprise and asked:


    "Then are you okay?"


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "It''s okay..."


    Huang Shanjun nodded and thought to himself that he had learned the divine formation, and a few little evil spirits should not be able to do with this "little plague god".


    Huang Shanjun was silent for a moment and said with a serious expression:


    "The minions are not scary, what is scary is this evil god..."


    "This evil **** has been sleeping for a long time, very ancient, and has a huge evil thought. His current strength is probably less than one thousandth of that of his peak. Once he wakes up, even if he only hatches a divine fetus, it will be a catastrophe for the world..."


    When Mo Hua heard this, her expression also sank.


    Although Huangshan Jun is now in a down-and-out situation, he has been "broad" before and his vision and insight are still there.


    If it says so, it means that the true body of this evil **** in the Great Wilderness is probably much more terrifying than I imagined.


    In particular, He may be "waking up"...


    "Do you remember what I said to you before?" Huang Shanjun said again.


    Ink Painting Book wants to ask, what have you said?


    He met Huangshanjun many times and said a lot of words. How could he remember that Huangshanjun was referring to those words.


    But he combined the context before and after, frowned and thought, and suddenly he remembered it.


    "Are you saying, ''The Qianxuezhou area is not a place for long-term stay''?"


    "Yes," Huang Shanjun sighed, "I said before that you will let you practice in the sect and leave until the late stage of foundation building. Even if it delays for a few years, it should not exceed ten years. Within ten years, it should be too late..."


    "But now it seems a bit dangerous."


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned, "What does it mean?"


    Huang Shanjun raised his head and looked at the sky that seemed clear and clear, frowning:


    "Recently, for some reason, the evil thoughts suddenly became restless. It seemed that someone was secretly making arrangements, forcing the evil **** to speed up the progress. Now it seems that it may not last ten years..."


    "Someone... is making arrangements in secret?" Mo Hua also frowned.


    Who is so powerful?


    Can the evil gods actually speed up their plans?


    As the ink painting thought about it, my heart suddenly jumped.


    The person Huang Shanjun is talking about...isn''t it myself, right?


    I''m a tyrant?


    Not so... ?????Mo Hua was silent for a moment, and then quietly asked Huangshanjun:


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    "Can''t you say it?" Mo Hua asked.


    Huang Shanjun sighed, "I don''t know the specific conspiracy, I only know that any revival of the ancient evil **** will inevitably be accompanied by a fight..."


    Huang Shanjun''s expression was solemn and his voice was cold, "...a grand blood sacrifice!"


    Mo Hua''s pupils shrank.


    Grand...blood sacrifice!


    Just in the academic prefecture industry? !


    Huang Shanjun looked at Mo Hua and said in a deep voice:


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    Huang Shanjun watched Mo Hua leave, but before leaving, he finally said meaningfully: "The evil of human nature is the evil god, the best bait..."


    Mo Hua looked stunned.


    This sentence lingered in Mo Hua''s mind until he left Kushan and sat on the carriage to Yanshui City, he never let it go.


    "The evil of human nature is the best bait for evil gods..."


    Huangshanjun seems to be reminding something.


    Or is it the emotion it expresses based on its own past?


    Mo Hua was silently pondering in her heart.


    And...a grand blood sacrifice?


    A small-scale blood sacrifice may exist, but it is possible to sacrifice a whole Ganxuezhou community. Such a large-scale blood sacrifice, based on the understanding of ink painting, no matter how you think... Moreover, Huangshanjun only said that the revival of the ancient evil gods will be accompanied by a grand blood sacrifice.


    I didn’t say that this evil **** must be the evil **** of the Great Wilderness.


    The place where His recovery may not be chosen in the Ganxue State.


    And it is very likely that it is in... the Great Wilderness?


    Mo Hua shook her head.


    "Forget it, I won''t consider these for now..."


    This evil god''s great conspiracy is not something I can get involved in at the moment.


    At most, I just stole a little bit of His authority, ate a little bit of His demons, and destroyed a few of His altars.


    They are all second-grade.


    For the evil **** of the Great Wilderness who is unknown, but must have a high grade, it should not be a big deal.


    You still have to spend your time and energy to improve yourself… ?Mo Hua said silently in her heart.


    After that, he began to concentrate on meditation and closed his eyes to rest.


    The carriage also carried him leisurely towards Yanshui City.


    Nothing happened along the way.


    By the time we arrived in Yanshui City, it was already evening.


    He inquired about the location of the Ye family, determined the location, and went straight to the front of the Ye family, but found that the Ye family was very cautious and prevented all cultivators from entering.


    Ink paintings cannot be mixed.


    If you inquire rashly, it is probably not good, and you will be regarded as a "suspicious monk".


    If the Ye family is really terrified, they may even alert the enemy.


    Mo Hua was outside the wall again, walked around the Ye family and looked at the formation.


    He can guess the general formation pattern.


    But the Ye family is a third-grade family, and there are also many third-grade formations in the mansion. With the current formation level of Mohua, it is not easy to deal with.


    Understanding the second-grade formation prying the corner of the wall, there is a chance to get in.


    But once it is discovered, it will be a big trouble.


    Mo Hua turned around twice, but didn''t find a chance to start. Seeing that it was already late, I found a noodle restaurant nearby to eat noodles.


    The noodle restaurant is simple and unpretentious, so it is called "Wang Ji Noodle Restaurant".


    The store is not big, there is only one person in the store, and he is an energetic and a little bit silly.


    This noodle restaurant was also specially selected by Mo Hua after visiting it for two rounds. The one I liked was the advantage of the shop''s "broken mouth" and liked to nag.


    It was already late at this time, and after dinner, there were not many people eating noodles.


    Mo Hua shouted "Sister", making the aunt happy. Not only did she add more noodles to Mo Hua, but she also gave two extra pickles of pickles.


    After that, the two chatted for a while, and Mo Hua asked about the Ye family without any trace.


    There are some things that are difficult for outsiders to find out, but these casual cultivators who grow up in the market and are used to listening to rumors are clear.


    After chatting with the store for a while, I roughly knew it.


    The Ye family is in Yanshui City, and the reputation is not good.


    They oppressed the casual cultivators and ran rampant in the village. Although they did not make the Daotingsi accountable, they were also despised in public and secretly.


    They flatter and cling to each other.


    Within the family, the relationship between disciples is not harmonious.


    Moreover, there is another thing in the Ye family, which is famous for "selling their daughters".


    "In order to attract the power of the Ye family, they can do anything. Last year, they married a widowed elder who was almost 300 years old in their family to an unknown sect."


    "The Ye family can do this kind of thing..."


    The shop aunt said disgusted.


    Mo Hua''s eyes moved, and suddenly lowered his voice and said in a low voice:


    "I have also heard about this incident. It seems that the daughter of the Ye family was unwilling to be humiliated and committed suicide..."


    The store owner was stunned, "Have you committed suicide? No..."


    "Didn''t you commit suicide?" Mo Hua pretended to be confused.


    The store owner also frowned, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It should be because he didn''t commit suicide. I haven''t heard anyone say it."


    Mo Hua muttered, "Did I remember wrongly that this was not the one who committed suicide? Is there anyone else in the Ye family committing suicide?"


    "Suicide..." The shop owner shook his head, "I haven''t heard of it recently... It''s better to live than to die. No matter how difficult life is, you have to endure it slowly. If you don''t have to, who will commit suicide without any trouble?"


    "Is that..." Mo Hua''s eyes slightly condensed.


    "But it''s not sure..." the shopkeeper said again, "The Ye family does evil deeds. Even if someone dies, they will hide it. I guess others won''t know."


    "If a girl who married into a high position is humiliated and committed suicide, the Ye family will not only not make a statement, but they will also choose another woman to send her to this fire pit..."


    "Sister, are there many such things?" Mo Hua asked.


    "Who knows?"


    The shop aunt couldn''t help but add a spoonful of noodles to the ino painting.


    "The Ye family, the son of the direct descendant, died, and they usually don''t make any noise. Who knows how many people have been killed in secret..."


    "Is the son of the direct descendant dead?"


    "Yes," said the shop aunt, "Last year, the year before yesterday, their Ye family''s son died in Yanshui River when he went to spend time and drink..."


    The pupils of ink painting are slightly shrunk.


    The young master of the Ye family died in the smoke and water river...


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