Chapter 837 Hate
As the Lantern Festival approaches, Yanshui City is very lively.
The streets were full of traffic, and all kinds of monks passed by, with dense markets and crowded people.
Mo Hua and his friends found a small restaurant and asked for a private room. They confirmed that no one eavesdropped, and then they started to talk in a low voice.
"At this critical moment, at the sect, I don''t seem to want to drive the ship..."
"But there is a big fuss below, after all, I all rely on this to make extra money."
"What''s more, the limelight has passed, and Dao Tingsi has stopped, and he has not seen any movement."
"As for the more advanced Dao Ting, he has always been a good example. If something happens, he will use some spirit stones to blend it with it, and then he will easily expose it."
"Some other aristocratic families are also putting pressure on them. After all, it''s not us... it''s not that Guishuimen''s family eats this bite of food, others also want to eat meat..."
"So, the ship was still running this time, but it was more hidden."
…
Wang Chen told Mo Hua everything he knew.
Mo Hua nodded and saw Wang Chen with a worried look on his face, and said:
"Don''t worry, I''ve kept a record for you in Daotingsi. You were coerced by the sect and did this kind of thing. As long as you have no intention and do not make big mistakes, you can be exempted from the guilt of Guishuimen."
Wang Chen was overjoyed and bowed, "Thank you..."
He looked at the ink painting and didn''t know what to call it.
Hao Xuan then mentioned him and said, "Senior Brother."
"Oh," Wang Chen also shouted in confusion, "Thank you, senior brother."
Mo Hua nodded and regarded it as a default.
"All the ships at Guishuimen will be moored during the day. After sunset, at about the hour and hour of You, they will drive into the Yanshui River."
"Some of the ships are normal cruise ships for tourists to light up the lights to see the scenery; while the other one looks the same on the outside, but the destinations are completely different, and the uses are completely different..."
Wang Chen said to ink painting.
"Do you have to wait until the sunset..." Mo Hua murmured.
Wang Chen nodded, "But you can get on the boat in advance. I have agreed with the senior brother in charge of this matter that I can take you there in advance. You can play on the boat for a while and get familiar with the situation first. When the hour of You, you will naturally follow the boat and sail to your destination together."
"Is your senior brother reliable?" Cheng Mo asked.
Wang Chen carefully said, "He is actually not very reliable, but he is very greedy for money. I gave him some spirit stones, and he should be reliable for the sake of the spirit stone."
"Okay." Mo Hua nodded.
After the discussion was completed, Wang Chen took the Mo Hua and a few others to a beautiful and luxurious huge cruise ship.
In front of the cruise ship, there were disciples of Guishuimen guarding him, and the tourists boarded the ship with the token.
"Senior brother, wait."
Wang Chen told Mo Hua and others, and then ran to the boat and said something to a senior brother from Guishuimen.
The senior brother looked at Mo Hua and the others from a distance, nodded slightly, and then waved to them.
Mo Hua and several people walked forward.
“Follow me…”
The senior brother of Guishuimen said, and then he took his own initiative.
But he did not take Mo Hua and some people onto the boat, but took everyone to a nearby small warehouse with no one around and no one around and said:
"One person has 100,000 spirit stones."
Ink painting was shocked, "So expensive?"
Senior Brother Guishuimen was disdainful, "Do you know where you are going? What a ecstasy and enjoyable place there? The 100,000 spirit stones are all discounted. This is due to Junior Brother Wang''s face, otherwise it would cost 110,000 at least."
Mo Hua was a little confused, and finally said with a pain: "Okay..."
This is all for investigation of the case. If he were beaten to death, he would not have spent this unjust spirit stone.
And afterwards, he planned to "reimburse" Uncle Gu.
Hao Xuan and others also had some pain, but they were all from aristocratic families and would not be unable to afford it. Moreover, Mo Hua said that this was a commission from Daotingsi and could make a lot of merits.
Merits cannot be exchanged for spirit stones.
As long as you can make merit, it is worth spending some spirit stones.
If there are not enough spirit stones, you can also use some equivalent precious spiritual weapons to compensate.
Everyone handed a storage bag full of spirit stones or spiritual weapons to the senior brother of Guishuimen.
But when it was the turn of ink painting, the senior brother Guishuimen stared at the ink painting and looked left and right, thinking for a moment, then suddenly changed his mind and shook his head and said:
"He can''t do it."
"Why can''t it work?" Wang Chen asked in confusion.
The senior brother of Guishuimen looked serious, "You know, where is the place I took you there, right?"
"Look at him like this," he pointed to the ink painting and lowered his voice, "...Is it like a man who is visiting the kiln?"
Ink painting can’t stand it anymore.
It would be fine if you reject it once, but you were rejected twice in a row.
Mo Hua said angrily: "Why don''t I look like I''m visiting a kiln?!"
Situ Jian quickly pulled his sleeve, looking amused and crying.
This is not a good thing either...
There is no need to fight for this tone.
But this senior brother of Guishuimen just refused to let Mo Hua get on the boat, and he would not let him do anything and would not let him add spirit stones.
Wang Chen can''t even plead with mercy.
"Senior brother, although I have this little hobby and like to earn some spirit stones, the rules above cannot be broken, at least they cannot be fooled too obviously."
"His face is too tender, no, really not..."
The final conversation was fruitless, and there was no way. Mo Hua could only be excluded alone. He watched Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and Hao Xuan board the boat.
Mo Hua was a little angry, but also worried about Hao Xuan and the others.
Fortunately, he prepared some methods before.
Cheng Mo and the other two had the formations he prepared in advance to prevent accidents.
In addition, Mo Hua also gave them a set of armor to avoid water and taught them some tricks to drive away water and monsters, so that once they found that the situation was not good, they would jump into the ship and run away.
Situ Jian also had a letter of communication in his hand.
This is specially used by Daotingsi, and it was specially requested by Mo Hua from Gu Changhuai.
Yanshui City is far away from Taixu Gate, and there is no Yuanmaximum center. When it reaches Yanshui River, if Yuanmaximum is weaker, Taixu Order may not be able to pass on the letter.
Therefore, it is necessary to send a letter that does not rely on the reincarnation of the Yuanmagnetic array and can transmit one-on-one within a certain range.
As for Mo Hua himself, I can only find another way to get in.
Mo Hua walked around outside.
In Yanshui City, there are branches of Yanshui River flowing through, so there are many ferries in the city. Now there are many exquisite cruise ships on each ferry.
These cruise ships all went down to Yanshui River at the same time.
But the problem is that from the surface, all the ships are mixed together, colorful, and it is impossible to tell which are normal cruise ships and which are the "rouge boats" with the inner romance.
After finding it, you have to be able to get in again.
I tried Mo Hua several times and found that I could not find the Rouge Boat, nor had any good ways to get into the cruise ship.
As the sun was approaching noon, he had to find a place to fill his stomach and see if he had any other ideas after eating.
Time is limited and ink painting is convenient, so I only found a snack shop near the market, picked a few favorite side dishes, and just put the noodles in it, and ate full.
At the time of checkout, there were a total of five spirit stones.
The store owner held five spirit stones, smiled and kept saying nice things to Mohua.
But ink painting suddenly became a little anxious.
Five...
The ordinary monks who work hard and work hard earn the spirit stones they earn on weekdays, and when they are flowering spirit stones, they also flower one by one.
But on the cruise ship.
One ticket is one hundred thousand spirit stones.
Mo Hua turned her head and looked around.
Among the markets, there are mostly small vendors, and the business they do is mostly a place where one or two spirit stones are in and out.
Despite this, they also worked hard and worked hard.
In this world, some monks have difficulty living by relying on a few spirit stones.
But there are also monks who squander hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands for temporary enjoyment.
The lantern festival in Yanshui City is full of traffic and seems prosperous.
But is this prosperity really prosperous?
Under the prosperity, who would have looked at these poor monks?
The pupils of ink painting shrank slightly, and the feeling in my heart was hard to describe.
"The way of human beings is not enough to be able to serve more than one person."
The so-called "prosperity" may itself be just a manifestation of humanitarian "exploitation" to a certain extent.
Everything will turn back when extremes will turn back when extremes will turn down.
The prosperity that comes from exploitation is essentially just a process of "decline".
Mo Hua inexplicably thought of the Qian family ancestor in Daheishan, and the uncle who raised the "Tao evil", and sighed silently.
…
After dinner, the ink paintings were still swaying in the smoke and water city.
But there is still no progress in the Rouge Boat.
"How about going to find Uncle Gu and join him?"
Mo Hua thought for a moment and shook her head.
There are many people in Uncle Gu’s Daotingsi, and such a secret investigation must not be with them.
Eggs cannot be placed in a basket.
Moreover, Uncle Gu cannot know that he was refused boarding the ship because he "looks like a man who doesn''t look like a kiln".
"What should I do?"
Mo Hua thought about it all over the place, but couldn''t think of a solution, so she decided to do a fortune.
He found a teahouse, ordered a private room, ordered a pot of Yunwu tea, and then took out three copper coins in the clouds and mist.
"What''s it? Rouge Boat?"
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and wanted to throw away the copper coins, but for a moment, he suddenly felt a sudden thrill in his heart.
There seemed to be a black and purple causal entanglement in front of me. A huge poppy flower opened its mouth, trying to swallow it... ????Mo Hua''s pupils shook, and she clenched the copper coins tightly, and stopped the calculation.
“It can’t count…”
The three words "Rouge Boat" seem to contain great cause and effect.
It seems that once you forget it, you will touch something, and you will be noticed by some people and encounter certain unknown dangers...
The scene just now is an intuitive sign of cause and effect.
"If you can''t count, what should you do?"
Mo Hua thought for a while, and suddenly realized that it was not that it could not be counted, but that the three words "rouge boat" could not be counted.
The Rouge Boat cannot be counted. If you forget, there will be hidden dangers of cause and effect, which does not mean that other things cannot be counted.
You can hit the nail on the head and start with other things.
What else?
Water Hell? Guishuimen? Yanshui River Altar?
These contaminated causes and effects seem to be quite small...
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up.
"Senior Sister Ye!"
Senior Sister Ye may be just a "insignificant" victim in the Rouge Boat incident, but her cause and effect can be used as an introduction.
Mo Hua spreads her palms again, silently recites "Ye Jin''s death" in her heart, and then throws up the copper coin, waits for the copper coin to fall and return to her palms, Mo Hua goes to see the hexagram.
Two positive and one negative.
Two of the positive copper coins are stacked together.
"What''s the meaning?"
Ink painting is a little confused.
After all, he does not have a systematic inheritance of heavenly secrets, and he cannot understand the basic copper coins fortune-telling and fortune-telling at all.
Is this what the murderer is two?
One positive and one negative.
But why are two positive copper coins stacked together?
Mo Hua couldn''t figure it out, so he decided to calculate it simpler.
"The murderer who killed Ye Jin..."
No, Senior Sister Ye Jin committed suicide.
The murderer who forced her to death?
There may be many people, which are difficult to calculate...
Then it can only be considered "a person related to Ye Jin..."
The ink painting threw out the copper coins again, and this time the hexagram was much simpler. Three copper coins were connected into a line, with white causal energy floating on it.
The point should be...direction?
Ink paintings and guessing, I felt that I should be correct.
He put away the copper coins, paid the tea money, and left the teahouse, following the direction of the white causal and energy pulling above the copper coins, and walked forward.
Passing through the street, passing through the market, coming to the ferry, and passing through rows of colorful spiritual boats. The causal energy finally lingers in front of a significantly smaller and somewhat old cruise ship.
Mo Hua looked up and looked at it carefully.
There is no obvious sign on this ship, and I don’t know which sect or which aristocratic family it belongs to.
Moreover, this ship is obviously a bit old and has a little old structure. I didn’t know what it was used for, but now it has been temporarily changed to a cruise ship.
The ship itself is not very eye-catching among the gorgeous cruise ships.
At this time, people were intertwined, some people got on board and some people got off board, but tokens were needed for entering and leaving.
"Is there any cause and effect of Senior Sister Ye Jin on this ship?"
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
There was a development array on the ship, and he had no token and couldn''t get in. He could only find a tea shop nearby and sat down to drink tea for a while.
About half an hour later, Mo Hua, who was drinking tea, suddenly jumped in his heart. He looked up and saw a monk in blue coming down from the boat.
This person is of medium age, and his cultivation aura is about the peak of foundation building. His hair is half white, his expression is calm, his eyes are indifferent, but there is a hint of sadness and stubbornness in his eyes.
The monks passing by saluted and greeted him.
He also returned the favor one by one.
"Shui Yan Luo?" Mo Hua''s eyes sterned, and then he said to himself, "It seems that it is not..."
Shui Yanluo was cut off one of his arm by Uncle Gu and was seriously injured.
And there were no scars on this monk in blue.
The breath on his body is also different from that of Shui Yanluo.
While thinking, the monk in green got off the boat and walked straight to a nearby restaurant.
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and followed him. He saw the monk in green going up the second floor alone and entered a private room. It seemed that he was discussing with someone. After a while, two other monks walked down.
These two monks were wearing casual clothes, but the ink painting could sense the strong breath of water spirit power on them.
"It''s the person from Guishuimen..."
And these two men muttered as they walked:
"This old guy doesn''t bargain with the boat he hires..."
“…slaughtered a deal…”
It seems to be talking about a business.
Although their voices were small, they still heard the ink painting.
After the two left, Mo Hua thought a little and became calculating.
He got up on the second floor and found the private room of the monk in blue. He didn''t pretend to be artificial and pushed the door open directly.
In the private room, the monk in blue who was frowning and pondering looked slightly angry when he saw the room suddenly open and he was disturbed by someone.
But after seeing Mo Hua''s face, he was stunned.
"We don''t seem to know this young man?"
The monk in blue said with a slight gaze.
"It doesn''t matter if you don''t know, you know now..."
The ink painting was not long-winded and said straight to the point, "I want to ask you to do me a little favor."
The monk in blue frowned and asked, "What''s the busy thing?"
Mo Hua said slowly, "Take me on the boat, I will go where you go tonight too."
When the monk in green heard this, his expression changed and immediately sneered:
"Don''t joke, little boy. Ye''s ship is full and he can''t carry the young master."
After saying that, he brushed his sleeves and got up and was about to leave.
Mo Hua raised her eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Ye Hong!"
The monk in green was stunned, turned to look at Mo Hua, and said with a serious look: "Do you know Ye?"
Then he thought for a moment and suddenly realized.
If you didn’t know yourself, you wouldn’t have come to you in such a grand manner.
He looked at the ink painting again.
Mo Hua did not wear sect robes, but only ordinary robes. Although she was dressed simply, her face was as handsome as jade, her eyes were as clear as water, and her demeanor was even more unusual. She was no less powerful than her, who had been an elder in the clan for many years.
The monk in green knew that the young man had unknown origin and was afraid that he would not be easy to mess with, so he said:
"Even if the young master knows Ye, it''s useless. The boat is full and cannot carry others. The young master is willing to take care of himself. Ye said goodbye..."
The monk in green bowed his hand perfunctorily, got up and left.
He didn''t look at Mo Hua, and he didn''t even look at Mo Hua. He passed by Mo Hua and was about to walk out of the elegant room, but he heard Mo Hua''s cold voice saying behind him:
"You two children are all dead..."
The monk in blue shook his body and suddenly turned around, looking at the ink painting with red eyes, tremblingly:
"You...who are you?"
Mo Hua said calmly: "Do you want to take revenge?"
The monk in blue suppressed his emotions and said calmly:
"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm of life. There is life and death. This is true for all people in the world. My children are just one step ahead of me..."
Mo Hua said: "Your son died in Yanshui River. He was chiseled overturned by a boat, cut his throat, and was bitten and swallowed by the water monster..."
"Your daughter died in the sect. She lit a fire and burned herself to death in order to become a ghost in pain and despair and avenge her revenge on the person who killed her..."
Ink paintings are like sharp knifes, piercing the man''s heart.
The man clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails stabbed into his flesh. He finally sighed and said indifferently:
"I''m already dead, and I''m still saying that these are useful. I''m just surviving and spending the rest of my life..."
"No," Mo Hua shook his head, looked at the monk in green, and said silently, "You want to take revenge."
He could sense the deep anger and boundless hatred in the man''s soul.
When a person reaches middle age, both children will die.
This unwilling hatred was as red as blood.
The monk in green was revealed by the ink painting and had been hidden for a long time. His expression suddenly changed, and even a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
But Mo Hua said calmly: "If you don''t believe me, you will never avenge your revenge in your life."
I will never take revenge for my whole life...
I will never get revenge in my life!
This sentence seemed to anger the monk in green. He looked angry, and the resentment that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart surged up, and even his mind was a little abnormal.
In just a moment, his eyes were covered in blood, and he looked at Mo Hua fiercely, as if he regarded Mo Hua as his enemy.
There was no joy or anger in the ink picture, and the golden sword light flashed slightly in his eyes.
As soon as his eyes touched the sword light, in an instant, the murderous intent and hostility that had been suppressed for unknown amounts of time, suddenly disintegrated like an avalanche.
He only felt his spiritual sense sting and his mind was dizzy.
But Mo Hua started very lightly and only clicked until it was over. After a moment, the man came back to his senses, his anger dissipated, and his mind became clear.
He looked at Mo Hua with lingering fear, with deep fear in his eyes:
"Who are you...the hell?"
The ink painting looked calm and did not speak.
The man knew in his heart that Mo Hua did not want to reveal his identity for the time being, so he stopped asking.
Then he frowned, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed and said slowly:
"Okay, as long as I can avenge my unjust children, I can do anything..."
?Thank you Liuying Feixi for your reward~
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(This chapter ends)