Chapter 814 The Hurt


    In the evening, Mo Hua went to the Taoist Dharma Room and found Elder Yi, who was specializing in teaching Taoist Dharma courses in Taixu Gate.


    Elder Yi was bored and flipping through the list. When he saw the ink painting, he was a little surprised and a little alert:


    "You''re here to practice spells again?"


    Elder Yi still remembers the fireball technique by himself and hurts him, causing him to suffer from the cold eyes of Mr. Xun for two months.


    Therefore, every time I practice magic, he has to be very energetic.


    "No," Mo Hua waved his hand, "I want to ask you some questions..."


    "Ask a question?" Elder Yi was slightly stunned, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "It''s okay to ask a question..."


    As long as you don’t practice those dangerous spells, Mo Hua is a good kid.


    "Tell me, what questions do you want to ask for?" Elder Yi said.


    The ink painting handed the jade slip about the water prison technique recorded by the ink painting to Elder Yi and asked:


    "Elder, do you know the water prison technique?"


    Elder Yi took the jade slip, glanced at it, nodded and said, "This is natural."


    He is the elder of Taoism.


    The Yi family is also a family of magic.


    He knows more or less some of the spells included in the Taixu Sect.


    Although this water prison technique is somewhat remote and has a narrow purpose, and there are very few disciples to learn it, as an elder of Taoism, he must also know it.


    "I looked through the records in the sect. It is said that this water prison technique was the unique skill of the water prison sect back then? The water prison sect..." Mo Hua asked quietly, "Elder Yi, do you know?"


    Elder Yi frowned.


    "What are you asking about this?"


    The ink painting can help you understand the words and expressions, and you will know that Elder Yi knows it.


    He thought for a while and explained, "I learned this water prison technique in the sect. But recently I used the water prison technique outside and was recognized by someone. I said it was something from the water prison. I was a little curious, so I came to ask."


    "oh…"


    Elder Yi nodded slightly, without doubting that he was there.


    Ink painting was light, so he just thought it was ordinary and didn''t think about it for a while. Whose water penetration technique was used by ink painting?


    Unexpectedly, the man now regards ink painting as the "remnant of the water sect" and wishes he could kill ink painting and get there.


    "I know a little about the Hunter Gate..."


    Elder Yi thought for a moment and continued, "A thousand years ago, the Water Jail Sect was also prominent. At that time, the sect pattern in Qianxuezhou was different from today. At that time, it was not the situation like the four major sects and eight major sects at that time."


    "In the past, the Water Jail Sect was calculated based on its strength, although not to mention the top level, it could still be ranked at the ''twelve-level'' level."


    "Besides, the twelve-rates that were back then were a little different from today. The twelve-rates sects that were back then were really able to be top-notch in a certain kind of cultivation and inheritance."


    "Unlike today, many twelve-rate sects are even far inferior to the four major sects in their original careers. The most typical one is the Wancheng Sect..."


    Elder Yi sighed, "I don''t know how their formation was passed down. Each generation is worse than the other..."


    Mo Hua said: "So, did the Water Jail Sect practice the water system Taoism to the extreme back then?"


    "I dare not say that I have practiced to the extreme," Elder Yi shook his head, "There are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. The great way is vast, and no one dares to say that he can practice to the extreme. But at least in the Qianxuezhou area, and even in most of Qianzhou, the water system Taoist laws of the Water Jail Gate are among the best."


    "And it''s not just that. Among the water-based Taoist laws, the Water Jail Sect has specialized in specialization. The water-based magic it inherits does not have the entire content, the focus is on essence..."


    Not about the completeness, but care about the essence?


    Ink painting thought for a brief moment and said slowly: "The name of the Water ‘Zhun’ is filled with the word ‘Zhun’. As the name suggests, it should be a water-based spell that specializes in controlling imprisonment?"


    "Even, judging from the name, this sect may still be related to Daotingsi?"


    Elder Yi looked slightly surprised.


    This kid, his brain is very useful.


    I don’t know if they are learning formations, they are all smarter.


    Not right, there are some people in the sect who learn formations and they just look dumbfounded...


    Elder Yi thought to himself.


    "Yes, when I was proficient in the Water Jail Sect, I was proficient in control, restraint, imprisonment, including punishment, and even some spells, or forbidden techniques..."


    Elder Yi then said, "Most of the disciples who graduated from the Water Jail Sect have also entered the Taoist sect. These monks from the Water Jail Sect are proficient in water Jail Sect and like to use torture to make fun of torture. Although the torture is all about sin cultivation, it has also made the reputation of the Water Jail Sect not very good."


    “Later…”


    Elder Yi frowned, "I don''t know much about what happened later. I only know that the Water Jail Sect seems to be a practice technique. From the fundamental problem, if there is a deep understanding of the mind, the mind will become vicious and cruel."


    "At that time, there were cases of disciples of the Water Jail Sect falling into the devil''s way and using the authority of the Dao Tingsi to kill innocent people."


    "The Daoting came to investigate thoroughly. This investigation found a major incident, which made Daoting angry."


    "What is the matter? Daoting has not disclosed to the public. The truth of the matter is probably also sealed in the file of the central Daoting."


    "Anyway, since then, many people have died in the Water Jail Sect, and all the other disciples have been sent to prison. All core inheritances have been banned, and some fragmentary techniques, such as the "Water Prison Technique", have been spread to all parts of the world of cultivation, and have been preserved as a remote Taoist method..."


    Elder Yi sighed.


    The ink painting looks solemn.


    He didn''t expect that behind the three words "Shuiguan Gate", there was such an unknown secret hidden.


    Things in the cultivation world are indeed dangerous and complicated and confusing.


    Such a large sect will disappear if you say nothing...


    "The water prison technique is also considered a spell of the Water Jail Sect. Will there be any problems? Is the Daoting not banned?" Mo Hua asked.


    Elder Yi waved his hand, "How can all be banned? What''s more, since this magic can be circulated and was included in the Taixu Sect, it means there is no big problem."


    "And the water prison technique is weird and tricky. Normal people, who will learn this kind of spell?"


    Mo Hua looked at Elder Yi silently.


    Elder Yi realized that there was someone who had learned the water prison technique in front of him and said with awkward smile:


    "It''s not about you, you... After all, your situation is special, your spiritual sense is too strong, and your spiritual power is weak. It''s good to learn some control spells like this. It''s good, it''s good..."


    Mo Hua nodded and said:


    "Elder, there is another problem..."


    He thought about it and looked confused, "I looked through the records of the sect. The Water Jail Sect was destroyed a thousand years ago, but the Water Jail Sect was only included in the Taixu Sect by a ''Yi Zhenren'' more than a hundred years ago."


    "This ''Yi Zhenren'' is a senior in the Yi family''s Yuhua Realm, right?"


    Elder Yi nodded, "To count it, it should be my uncle."


    "Then where is this ''Yi Zhenren'', from whom, and how did you find the inheritance of this water prison technique?" Mo Hua asked.


    "You''re going to make things difficult for me..." Elder Yi sighed, "How could I know about this kind of thing?"


    "Then..." Mo Hua whispered, "Can you help me ask Zhenren Yi?"


    Elder Yi looked at Mo Hua with intriguing eyes, "Did you have made this idea from the beginning?"


    Mo Hua smiled embarrassedly.


    He wanted to ask directly, but he was a little disciple, and Zhenren Yi didn’t know who he was.


    Of course, he actually didn’t know who this Yi Zhenren was.


    Since that''s the case, I can only ask Elder Yi.


    Elder Yi pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, I''ll help you ask."


    Mo Hua looked happy and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Elder Yi!"


    Then he patted his chest, "Elder Yi, what difficulties do you have in the future? Just look for me. As long as it is within my ability, I will do my best."


    Elder Yi laughed.


    I am a great Jindan monk and an elder of Taixu Sect Taoist Dharma. How can I ask for the favor of a little disciple?


    I…


    Elder Yi was stunned.


    It seems that it is not impossible...


    At least for Mr. Xun, Mo Hua''s face is better than that of him, the Golden Elder.


    "Okay!" Elder Yi didn''t entrusted himself and said happily, "If you have any trouble in the future, I will ask you for help."


    "Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded.


    "However," Elder Yi hesitated, "I can ask you, but my uncle... is Yi Zhenren, who is obsessed with magic, likes to travel around the world, collect various Taoist scriptures in various parts of the Jiuzhou."


    "I don''t know where my uncle has been now. He didn''t know when he would receive the letter from the flying sword, and he didn''t know when he could reply, maybe it could be possible for days, months, or even a year or two..."


    "So long?" Mo Hua was a little disappointed.


    "It depends on some luck." Elder Yi said, "After all, the cultivation world is vast, and you don''t know where to travel, and you have lost your letters."


    Mo Hua sighed, "Okay, that''s all we can do..."


    Elder Yi nodded, "If there is any news, I will notify you."


    Mo Hua bowed and said, "I''m sorry, elder."


    After that, ink painting was practiced normally.


    Unexpectedly, a few days later, one day during class, Elder Yi stood at the door and waved to Mo Hua, "Mo Hua, come on."


    When he arrived at a secluded place, Elder Yi looked a little strange when he looked at the ink painting.


    "You kid, you have such good luck..."


    I don’t know if there is any favor from the law of heaven.


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up, "Did Zhenren reply to the letter?"


    "Yeah." Elder Yi nodded, "My uncle was passing through Kunzhou and was about to return to the sect. He settled in a branch of the Yi family and received my flying sword letter."


    "According to my uncle, he also felt that something was strange about the incident of the Hunter Gate a thousand years ago, but it has been many years since the world is neither human nor human, and it is now impossible to find out."


    "As for the water prison technique, it was obtained by chance..."


    "A coincidence?" Mo Hua was a little curious.


    Elder Yi said, "More than a hundred years ago, my uncle had never traveled around at that time. He was idle and taught in Taixu Sect."


    "One day I went out to visit friends and fished by the river. When I met a monk who was in trouble, I saved him. In order to repay my uncle''s life-saving grace, the monk gave me all his spiritual stones and wealth."


    "How could my uncle take this little thing seriously? He waved his hand and said that saving people is a matter of raising hands. Don''t worry about it. Keep these spirit stones yourself and practice well."


    "Who knew that that man was a person who valued love and friendship. How could he not repay the kindness of saving his life? He had nothing to do with his body, only this little spirit stone. In addition, there are some methods of cultivation passed down from ancestors. If the predecessors do not abandon them, he would use these methods to repay the kindness of his predecessors."


    "My uncle didn''t care at first. He was the elder of Taixu Sect Taoist Dharma, and he was the real person of Yuhua. I have never seen any method."


    "As soon as the man was taken out, my uncle had never seen him..."


    "My uncle thought for a long time before he inferred from the attributes of this method, the flow of meridians, and the use of magic, he inferred that this may be the orthodox secret book of the Water Jail Sect that year, which is very different from the "castrated version" circulating outside."


    "My uncle was delighted and asked him the origin of this water prison technique."


    "Who knew that the man didn''t even know the three words "Shuizhuo" and only said that this spell was passed down by his ancestors. He didn''t know what his name was, and it was difficult to learn, and it was not very useful to use, and the lethality was minimal. So I just took it as an old antique ''heirloom'' and kept it as a thought."


    "The origin of the Jail Gate is indeed not very glorious. My uncle thought about it and didn''t say it."


    "But he liked this water prison technique very much, so he took it down. At the same time, he felt a little disgusted. Seeing that the monk was poor, he gave him some spirit stones and helped him find a village to help him settle down and build a career..."


    Elder Yi said this.


    But Mo Hua gradually frowned, "Yi Zhenren is fishing by the river... Is this river Yanshui River?"


    Elder Yi nodded, "It''s Yanshui River."


    "Did Zhenren Yi say that it is where in Yanshui River?"


    Elder Yi said, "I haven''t said this uncle, but since it''s fishing, I think it should be in the downstream river beside. I also went fishing with my uncle a few times back then..."


    “Downstream river berth?”


    There is no impression of ink painting.


    "Along the corner of Yanshui River, about thirty miles westward," said Elder Yi. "The water is deep there, there are many water monsters, and the mud is silted. The monks rarely go there. But there is a water village where there are a few miles of miles..."


    Ink painting was shocked suddenly.


    "Shuizhai?!"


    Elder Yi was startled by Mo Hua and couldn''t help asking:


    "What''s wrong?" "What''s the water village?" Mo Hua asked anxiously.


    Elder Yi shook his head, "I have only gone to catch fish twice, and I have caught three or four fish in total. How can I pay attention to what water village is nearby..."


    Ink painting is heavy in his heart.


    He had a strong premonition.


    The water village mentioned by Elder Yi is likely to be the "Yujia Water Village" that was destroyed by Shui Yan Luo not long ago!


    The one Yi Zhenren saved was probably the monk from Yujia Shui Village.


    In the hands of the monks in Yujia Water Village, there is the inheritance of the water prison technique.


    Yujia Shui Village was destroyed by Shui Yanluo.


    Shui Yanluo once said, "The monks of the Water Jail Sect must die!"


    Then say so...


    This Yujia Shui Village is the remaining descendant of the Water Jail Sect.


    Shui Yanluo killed the entire Yujia Shui Village, not only to build an altar, but also to kill the descendants of the Water Jail Sect to silence them?


    And Yujiashuizhai...


    The pupils of ink painting shrank.


    He didn''t realize it before, and at this moment he suddenly remembered that in the small fishing village, Lao Yutou, Yu Dachuan, Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi''s family, they all had the surname "Yu"!


    Ink painting''s heart thrilled.


    Will the old Yutou family have something to do with Yujiashuizhai?


    Ink painting''s mood fluctuates and his expression changes.


    Elder Yi couldn''t help asking, "What are you thinking?"


    Seeing that Mo Hua did not respond, Elder Yi asked again.


    Mo Hua came to his senses and said, "It''s nothing. I think I still have the formation that I haven''t finished drawing. I''ll go back first. Thank you Elder Yi..."


    "If you have something to do in the future, I will definitely help you!"


    Ink painting guaranteed, and then ran away.


    Elder Yi looked at Mo Hua''s back and shook his head in confusion.


    …


    Mo Hua returned to the disciple''s residence, but her mood was still uneasy.


    He immediately transmitted it to Gu Changhuai and asked, "Uncle Gu, there is no movement in the small fishing village, right?"


    After a while, Gu Changhuai asked:


    "What''s the movement?"


    "Just..." Mo Hua thought about it, "Are there any sinful cultivators, evil cultivators and others swaying nearby."


    "I sent people from the Gu family to keep an eye on it, there is nothing unusual for the time being." Gu Changhuai said.


    Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief.


    "What''s wrong?" Gu Changhuai asked.


    Shui Yanluo may also destroy the small fishing village...


    Mo Hua thought about it and decided not to tell Uncle Gu for the time being, after all, he has no evidence yet.


    "I''ll just ask."


    But Gu Changhuai was a little alert, "Are you... hiding something from me again?"


    "No!" Mo Hua said.


    Seeing that Gu Changhuai was going to ask again, he took the initiative and asked:


    "Uncle Gu, have you ever met the teacher of Baihua Valley these days?"


    How could Gu Changhuai not know Mo Hua’s little thoughts? But he knew, and it was useless to ask, and then said:


    "I''ve seen it, but she seems to know something, and she''s more alert than before."


    "Does she doubt you?"


    "At present, there shouldn''t be any. I pretended to be clumsy when it comes to men and women, and she didn''t feel suspicious." Gu Changhuai said.


    The word "pretend" is a bit redundant...


    Mo Hua said in her heart.


    But he didn''t say it out, for fear that Uncle Gu would be cautious in holding grudges.


    "Uncle Gu, it''s up to you." Mo Hua encouraged.


    Hua Ruyu has to rely on Uncle Gu to find clues when he goes on a blind date.


    Gu Changhuai only replied with a faint word "Yeah".


    The chat ends afterwards.


    Mo Hua put some snacks on it, but she didn''t let it go completely.


    “Yujiashuizhai, a small fishing village…”


    Mo Hua felt that he still had to go and see it in person.


    After a few days, it was Xunxu again. Mo Hua drove away from Taixu Gate alone, followed the Yanshui River and passed through several fairy cities, bought some things, and then came to the small fishing village again.


    The small fishing village is safe and sound.


    Old Yu was very happy when he saw the ink painting.


    In his eyes, ink painting is a real "disciple guest".


    Seeing that there were other fishing practitioners around, it was not the time to speak, Mo Hua said:


    "Can I go and worship that..." Mo Hua pointed behind the village, "Are you a little immortal?"


    Old Yu said happily: "Of course, of course, I hope that little immortal can also bless my benefactor as blessed as the East China Sea and have endless paths."


    I bless myself...


    The mood of ink painting is a bit subtle.


    When he arrived at Hou Village, Mo Hua put some fruits and other things on it, and then he bowed to his statue in a pretentious manner.


    It was still morning, and the fishing practitioner was busy making a living, so Lao Yu didn''t follow him, and there was no one else around.


    Mo Hua whispered, "Come out."


    After a moment, a bright white silverfish swam out from behind the majestic little fairy statue and nodded and bowed to Mo Hua.


    "I''ve met my benefactor."


    "You are too thin. I''ve brought you some food to make up for you." Mo Hua pointed to the Linggua and Lingguo on the stage and said.


    He had always been feeding Huangshanjun before.


    But Huangshan Jun lives far away and is a bit off. He doesn’t often have time to go there.


    At this time, I just came to feed the little silverfish.


    No matter how miserable Huangshanjun is, he still has a personal appearance. If this little silverfish is not fed, he will probably lose weight as if it is fishy.


    Little Silverfish was even more grateful for the ink painting.


    It has barely been considered a **** for two lifetimes, and no one has ever treated it so well.


    The little silverfish chewed at the fruits and melons with small mouths.


    Mo Hua asked, "Little Silverfish, do you know the origin of this small fishing village?"


    Xiao Yinyu shook her head and said, "Report to my benefactor, I forgot..."


    After saying that, it started to taste sweet offerings again.


    Well, he is a little unreliable...


    Ink painting is helpless.


    I can only ask Lao Yu.


    When it was time for dinner, Mo Hua had a meal at Lao Yutou''s house.


    But this time he brought some spirits and flesh over.


    Although it is not very expensive, for poor casual cultivators like Lao Yutou''s family who make a living by fishing and hunting, this is something they may not be able to eat during festivals.


    Old Yu was grateful and guilty.


    "I made my benefactor spend money..."


    "It''s okay." Mo Hua said, "It didn''t cost much spirit stones."


    Mainly, he is in the sect now, and his food, clothing and expenses can be exchanged for his merits.


    After leaving the sect, there are also a wealthy family of Gu family who provide food and drink, so they don’t have many places to use spirit stones, and they have saved a lot of money.


    Old Yutou and Yu Dachuan kept toasting Mo Hua.


    Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi were happily eating spiritual flesh.


    All year round, they can eat the meat in their mouths, but there are only a few pieces of it, and they can count them all.


    After dinner, Yu Dachuan went down the river again.


    Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi were lying in the yard for a nap in the shade.


    Lao Yutou made a pot of good tea for Mo Hua.


    Although tea is not very good, it is also the best tea they can take out at home.


    Mo Hua lowered his voice and asked, "Old man, do you know about Yujiashui Village?"


    When Lao Yu heard this, he looked frightened and his face turned pale:


    "I heard that, on Yanshui River, the people from a village died completely, and half of the river was stained with blood..."


    Mo Hua carefully said, "Yujia Shuizhai''s surname is Yu, and you are also Yu..."


    "Yes," Old Yu sighed without a doubt, "It''s a bit of a relationship. If we go back two generations, we may be considered people from Yujiashui Village and live in the village..."


    Mo Hua thought to himself, and then looked curious, "Then, why do you live in this small fishing village?"


    "Speaking of it, I feel a little ashamed," Old Yu sighed, "It is said that my grandfather''s generation had a bad character and was lazy, so he was driven out by the village and let him make a living. Now that I think about it, it''s a blessing in disguise..."


    Old Yu was a little scared, "Otherwise, our family would probably be like the people in the village, and they all died in the village."


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.


    Being driven out...


    This matter is probably not that simple.


    "How much do you know about that village?" Mo Hua asked again.


    Old Yu thought about it and shook his head, "I have stopped talking for a long time. Once the blood relationship between ancestors is separated, it will be broken. If you don''t say it, I won''t mention it."


    "All of them are hard-working people, and it''s not easy to live. How could they ask about these old sesame and bad things..."


    Old Yu sighed.


    Mo Hua also sighed slightly.


    It seems that Lao Yutou doesn’t know much.


    After that, the two continued to drink tea.


    Ink painting was thinking about it, thinking about whether there were any clues that he had missed, and could peel off the threads and cocoons, find out the purpose of Shui Yanluo, and the truth about Yujia Water Village...


    Just tossed and turned, there was no good idea.


    Just at this moment, when the breeze passed, Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi in the yard couldn''t help but turn over.


    The spiritual power in the two children''s bodies flowed and their breath dissipated.


    Mo Hua looked at them and was suddenly stunned.


    He had discovered before that these two children had improved rapidly in their cultivation, but now it seems that their cultivation has improved faster than they imagined.


    Moreover, the breath is a bit special...


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.


    (This chapter ends)