Chapter 936 Orphan


    This evil fetus is both familiar and unfamiliar.


    It looks like a pitch-black baby, a bit like the one I killed before the Ink Painting, but it is obviously bigger, and its limbs are more deformed and its breath is more chaotic. I don’t know how much resentment, how much bitterness, how much malice it is mixed with.


    At this time, it was looking cold and looking at the ink painting with a ferocious look.


    Ink painting is also watching it.


    In the dark and dirty nightmare, a golden figure and a dirty evil baby were silently staring at each other.


    I don’t know how long it took, Xie Ying’s expression suddenly became violent. He opened his jagged teeth, his eyes were blood-red, and his right hand pointed at Mo Hua, and a strange sound was murmured in his mouth.


    Mo Hua frowned. Just as she didn''t know what it was going to do, she noticed that the black fog was surging around her body and blood was shaking.


    The ground was raising everywhere, and the black water condensed, manifesting itself into one figure after another.


    Human images are demons, but when you look closely, they are not "demons", but real "humans", one person who died tragically.


    They were ragged, broken limbs and broken arms, covered in blood and tears, enslaved and dominated, full of countless resentment, and struggled to crawl towards Mo Hua.


    The hands grabbed the ink painting and opened their mouths and bit the ink painting.


    The severe pain came.


    This kind of pain is not simply a physical pain, it seems to be mixed with countless monks, the depression and suffering during their lifetime, the sorrow and despair after death.


    The expression of the ink painting changed and he pointed a little, but no fireball appeared on his fingertips.


    His spiritual thoughts moved, and there was no formation around him. Once you hold your palm, there is no sword of divine thought in your palm.


    It seems that in this nightmare, he is just a weak, humble lower-level monk.


    He has no cultivation, no magic, no formation, no sword technique, nothing, and in the face of the great catastrophe, he is desperate and powerless.


    More and more people who died tragically crawled to Mo Hua and gnawed Mo Hua''s body.


    The pain of life and the despair of death are like venom, permeating the whole body of the ink painting.


    The pain intensified, and the ink painting, which had lost all its power, gradually felt cold and despair.


    Just as he was bitten by these half-human and half-ghost demons, he was sinking into boundless pain, and was about to be submerged by the mountain of corpses, a sudden burst of Qingming Festival, and the heart of Taoism was immediately renovated as before.


    Ink painting suddenly woke up.


    “Fake…everything is fake.”


    "This weak, powerless, humble lower-level monk is not me."


    "I am Mo Hua. I have the divine consciousness of Taoism and my own Tao. Hundreds of thousands of formations are perfect, integrated into my own body. The divine consciousness of the sword is both the ego and the evil demon."


    Mo Hua''s eyes became more and more determined, and she burst into a sharp edge like a sword.


    His palms were empty.


    There is a wisp of sword intent in the palm of your palm, constantly twisting, constantly clearing and destroying, constantly creating, constantly breaking through certain limits of ideas and breaking some nightmare rules...


    Finally, a slight sound was heard, and cracks spread throughout the body of the ink painting.


    As soon as the ink painting was held in the right hand, a golden light suddenly appeared, and the sword showed its sharpness.


    He held the sword of divine thoughts in his hand, and the first sword slashed towards himself.


    The golden sword light flashed, directly shattering his "divine incarnation".


    But it was not himself who was cut off, but the weak, powerless, desperate, humble monk who could only die in tragic death in the face of the great disaster.


    The nightmare rules are the rules of killing and bewitching, which give him the "self" through deception and bewitching.


    The false self is annihilated, the self is backward, and the ink painting is instantly clear.


    The rules of nightmare are broken.


    All the power of the divine thoughts in the ink painting returned to the body.


    The sword of divine thought in his hand was filled with bright light, and the sword energy surged. With Mo Hua waved his arm, the sword energy pulled out a dazzling golden light, like a river breaking a dam, sweeping across.


    All the half-human and half-ghost demons were cut off in half, strangled by the golden sword light, and destroyed.


    The black gas in the nightmare was swept away.


    Mo Hua turned her head and looked forward with her eyes fixedly.


    The deformed and strong "evil baby" in front was still looking at the ink painting with a fierce look.


    Mo Hua did not kill this "evil baby".


    Because he knew that what he saw was just an "illusion", which was just a non-existent thing, and a kind of causal power.


    It is like the "anchor point" of cause and effect, nightmares and demons, because of it, but it is not here at all.


    The rules of nightmare were broken, the consciousness of Mo Hua gradually became clear, the nightmare dissipated, and the figure of the evil infant gradually disappeared.


    But the evil fetus is still looking at the ink painting...


    When the ink painting enters a dream, it is looking at the ink painting; when the ink painting is swallowed by the demon, it is looking at the ink painting; when the ink painting breaks the nightmare and kills the demon with one sword, it is still looking at the ink painting; now the nightmare is about to disappear, it is still looking at the ink painting.


    Its pupils are hollow and pitch black, with bloodshot eyes, looking gloomy and terrifying.


    Until the nightmare completely disappeared and Mo Hua woke up from the nightmare, these **** eyes were still imprinted in his mind.


    Mo Hua opened her eyes.


    I found that the spiritual ink was knocked over on the desktop, and the ink penetrated the array paper, and the traces were still wet.


    Nightmare comes quickly and goes quickly.


    It has not been long since I fell into a dream to waking up.


    Mo Hua cleaned up the table, wiped the ink marks, sorted out the books, and then sat at the table, frowned and pondered.


    "Why did I have this nightmare?"


    It was the previous evil fetus, which was not completely cut off. Or did you get involved in cause and effect after killing the evil fetus?


    Or is it because I met that ''Young Master'' and personally saw the chain of heavenly secrets like poppy, so in the dark, cause and effect began to work?


    "Why is this nightmare different from the previous one? In my dream, I seem to be no longer me. Could this be the ability of the evil god?"


    besides…


    Ink painting frowned.


    "What is the evil fetus I dream of?"


    Is it dead or not?


    If it is dead, why does it appear in your dream?


    If it is not dead, does that mean that the evil **** of the Great Wilderness does not have only one evil fetus?


    How many evil fetuses does Mr. Tu raise?


    What Yuer said and dreamed came to her mind again, Mo Hua''s eyes slightly condensed, and gradually she had guesses.


    What we have to do next has gradually taken shape.


    Mo Hua calmed down and began to abandon external objects. He continued to draw the formation without any movement.


    The formation must be practiced, and as long as you practice, you will definitely make progress.


    No matter how many accidents or changes occur in life, you must practice the formation as long as you have time.


    Time is limited, and the dead are like this, and we move forward. Once any trivial time is wasted, it will be impossible to recover it.


    Mo Hua continued to practice the formation, but after practicing for a while, he looked slightly stern.


    The empty and dark eyes, which were bloodshot and gloomy and terrifying, appeared before her again, and she looked at him silently.


    These eyes seem to exist forever.


    I will always be in some unknown place, staring at the ink painting forever.


    Mo Hua also silently stared at these terrifying eyes in his heart. After a moment, he murmured in a low voice:


    "You dare to look at me..."


    "Look again, I''ll ''eat'' you..."


    …


    A few days later, Taixu City.


    Mo Hua made an appointment with Master Gu to meet in a restaurant.


    Because it was not a break from the New Year, the ink painting had to go to class, and the time was limited, so the two of them had a simple meal and chatted.


    Master Gu is a third-grade weapon refiner of the Gu family, who is in charge of the weapon refining business opened by the Gu family in Gushan City.


    The weapon refining business was originally on the verge of bankruptcy and it was difficult to survive. Mo Hua drew the formations for them, customized spiritual weapons, and started a business, so that they could revive themselves and get better and better.


    Master Gu was very grateful to the ink painting. He kept pouring wine and picking dishes for the ink painting on the table, as if the ink painting was the golden elixir, and he was just a foundation-building monk...


    "Master Gu, don''t be polite." Mo Hua said.


    "It should be, it should be." Master Gu put a piece of elbow on Mo Hua and smiled, "Young Master has great kindness to our weapon refining practice. If you have any problems in the future, just give me instructions."


    Master Gu looked sincere.


    Mo Hua''s eyes flashed slightly and she asked, "Master Gu, how is Gushan City''s recent situation?"


    “Recent situation?”


    "Um."


    Master Gu thought, "The recent situation in Gushan City is very similar to before, but our weapon refining business is much better, and the more spiritual stones are making more and more money, and the livelihoods around us are getting better."


    "Many weapon refiners come to our weapon refining shop to make a living. Those mining and coolies also have a bite of food to eat because of our weapon refining shop."


    "Compared with some prosperous immortal cities, even some wealthy small and medium immortal cities, it is naturally far inferior. But compared with the previous Gushan City, it has become much better, and there are more monks coming and going, and the city is gradually getting angry..."


    Mo Hua nodded.


    In other words... the situation is improving, and life is getting better little by little.


    "Then..." Mo Hua asked in a low voice again, "Has something happened in Gushan City recently?" Master Gu couldn''t help but ask in a low voice, "Young Master, what kind of thing are you talking about?"


    "That''s right, are there any strange things, strange things, or..." Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly sunken, "A big murder case killed many people?"


    Master Gu''s expression sternly, "Murder case?"


    "Well," Mo Hua nodded, "The Tu family destroyed the family and killed many people."


    Master Gu frowned, thought about it seriously, and shook his head, "No."


    "No?"


    "Well, it''s still peaceful recently," said Master Gu. "And most of the places in Gushan City are scattered and retail investors. Since their destruction, there have been few small families. It is impossible for a situation where the Tu family destroyed and many people died."


    After all, there are only a few people in the casual cultivator''s family, and they cannot be called "destroying the family".


    Mo Hua nodded, but felt strange in his heart.


    No accidents, no major cases...


    The Gu family''s weapon refining business is getting better and better, and the monks around him have a taste of food. The city has a lot of people and gradually gain popularity.


    All of this is clearly developing in a good direction.


    But why...


    When I surrounded and suppressed the Demon Sect that day, Dian Si, whom I met, called "Fan Jin", wanted to transfer it from Gushan City so much?


    If you just want to transfer, it''s nothing.


    There is nothing wrong with people walking to a high place.


    But there was a deep fear in his eyes...


    What exactly is there in Gushan City that makes him, the Daoting Si Jindan Diansi, also feel "feared"?


    The more Mo Hua thought about it, the more strange he became, and then he asked, "Master Gu, do you know Fan Jin?"


    "Fan Jin?" Master Gu was slightly stunned, "Young Master is talking about Fan Diansi of Gushan City?"


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded.


    "You actually know him." Master Gu was very surprised.


    Mo Hua simply said: "By chance, I met one by one."


    Master Gu nodded, didn''t ask much, thought for a while, and then said:


    "I have drunk a few times with this Fan Diansi, and I have a bit of friendship. He is a good person, but he is a little utilitarian, likes to be a little arrogant, and is a little bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, but it is not too out of line. He usually follows rules when doing things. Gushan City is too poor and has no money, so his Diansi is still quite ''clean''..."


    "Oh..." The ink painting seemed to be thoughtful.


    Master Gu observed his expression and whispered: "Young Master, did this Fan Diansi have committed a crime, or did he offend you?"


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "It''s okay. He said he is the Diansi of Gushancheng. If you want to treat me to a meal, I will ask you casually."


    Master Gu breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself that it was fine.


    This Fan Datou really has some vision. He can recognize the young master''s "thighs" that are not visible and unrestrained...


    The two chatted again, and then they had enough wine and food. Mo Hua returned to Taixu Gate and said before leaving, "Master Gu, it will be a break in three days. I will go to Gushan City to take a look."


    Master Gu was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed and hurriedly said:


    "Don''t worry, little boy, I will make arrangements and I will pick you up in person."


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "It''s a blessing for Master Gu."


    …


    Three days later, Mo Hua took the Gu family''s carriage, escorted by Master Gu himself to Gushan City.


    Halfway through the journey, Ink Painting was full of thoughts, but suddenly he felt something and looked up.


    I found a mountain in the distance, hidden among the old forests in the deep mountains and mountains, and a dilapidated temple with a little head exposed - it was the temple of his old friend, Huang Shanjun.


    “Shanjun…”


    The ink painting was temporarily in mind, and I wanted to visit Xia Huangshan Jun.


    After all, this old friend seems to have not seen him for a long time. I don’t know how he is doing now. Do you drink rain water and eat rotten steamed buns every day?


    But then I thought about it, Master Gu was rushing to the road, and Gushan City was also far away. I went to visit Shanjun, which was a bit delayed.


    "Next time... I will definitely go to Huangshanjun to play next time."


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart.


    A gust of mountain wind blew, blowing into the dry mountains, the forests were shivering, and the mountain temples in the depths seemed to be trembling slightly.


    …


    Afterwards, Master Gu rushed to the car and Mo Hua closed his eyes and rested.


    The carriage was running at lightning, and after more than half a day, we finally arrived at Gushan City.


    Mo Hua lifted the curtain, poked her head out, looked around, and saw the scene of Gushan City.


    The mountain city is still relatively dilapidated, with bare stones, withered plants and trees, and the sky is gray. There are mostly abandoned mines around it, with sparsely populated people.


    Being used to the prosperity of the Qianxuezhou area and its surrounding fairy cities, looking at Gushan City, you will feel a strong sense of separation.


    It even makes people feel illusion whether these people live in the same world.


    But Master Gu is right.


    Compared to before, Gushan City has been much better. At least the monks who are interacting with each other do not have so much depressedness and sorrow on their faces, but they are more angry.


    The carriage was leisurely, along the bumpy rocky streets, and walked forward and entered a huge weapon refining craft located in the southeast corner of Gushan City.


    There is a plaque on the lintel of the artifact refining craft, with five big words "Gujia Artifact Refining craft" written vigorously, and a small plaque hanging below, with four words "Gushan Branch".


    After entering the weapon refining business, there was a lively scene.


    Compared with the previous changes in the weapon refining industry, it can be said to be earth-shaking.


    The weapon refining furnace is larger, the fusion array is more complete, and there are more weapon refining masters and disciples.


    Everyone divided the work and put one spiritual embryo after another into the refining furnace to incinerate, quench it, and then took it out forged.


    In the blazing fire, sparks splashed everywhere. Rows of just come out of the oven, and all kinds of spiritual weapons are neatly placed in the courtyard.


    Regardless of scale, stove, manpower, and output, it is far better than before.


    Mo Hua hasn''t been to Gushan City for a long time. Since he agreed on the charter and set the rules for formations and spiritual tools, he has become the "hands-off manager".


    At this moment, Mo Hua couldn''t help but be shocked and praised Master Gu and said:


    "Master Gu, your weapon refining business is getting better and better..."


    Master Gu was praised, looked proud, bowed and bowed to Mo Hua and said, "This is thanks to the young master. Without the young master, there would be no weapon refining today."


    Mo Hua waved his hand and said modestly: "I will just help you a little bit."


    Master Gu ordered people to go down, called a large group of weapon refining disciples, and ordered: "Come on, say hello to Mr. Mo."


    “Hello, Mr. Mo!”


    A group of strong weapon-refining disciples who were sweating and were sweating, saluting one after another and uttered in unison:


    “I’ve met Mr. Mo!”


    "Young Master Mo is very kind and virtuous, and I will never forget you!"


    The scene was too big, Mo Hua was a little embarrassed and said hurriedly, "You''re welcome, you can go and do it."


    Master Gu asked them to part and said to Mo Hua, "Young Master, I held a dinner tonight and specially entertained you. Now there is still some time, so I''ll take you around again?"


    Master Gu expected that Mo Hua came to Gushan City specifically and must have his own intention.


    He could not guess this intention, so he could only do his best to take ink paintings and look around.


    Mo Hua nodded, "It''s my fault for Master Gu."


    "Young Master, please." Master Gu personally led the way in front, led the ink painting, and walked around the weapon refining shop.


    For outsiders, these are all confidential.


    But the ink paintings are different. If he wants to see them, Master Gu will naturally not refuse.


    After reading the weapon refining process, Master Gu brought the ink paintings and took them outside the weapon refining process.


    In addition to the weapon refining shop, there were also many monks gathered in the nearby open space, sitting cross-legged, with backpacks in front of them, as well as all kinds of black, gray or white ore.


    "These are all casual cultivators. They have low cultivation levels, can''t refine weapons, and have no other skills. They have the strength to carry bamboo baskets and try their luck in Gushan, picking up some remaining ore to mine."


    "If you are lucky, these ore refiners can be used. You can replace them with a few broken spirit stones, buy some coarse grains, and barely fill your stomach."


    "If you have bad luck, you will have to go hungry."


    "There were few of the weapons refining companies in Gushan before that could survive. The ore they picked up was of very good quality, and no one could collect it at all."


    Master Gu sighed a little in his words and sighed:


    "But now, our weapon refining business is getting bigger and bigger, and it requires a lot of ore. They pick up some ore and come here to sell it. Even if the quality is poor, they can basically replace some broken spirit stones. Although it is nothing, at least they won''t be hungry."


    Ink painting is very happy and a bit complicated. At a blink of an eye, I found that there were many children in their teens in the crowd.


    They are dark and thin, with dirty faces, and their arms are like bamboo poles. They carry bamboo baskets on their backs, which contain black and gray ore.


    The heavy ore made them unable to straighten their waists.


    There are not one or two such children, but many.


    Mo Hua felt unbearable and had a vague premonition, so he asked, "These children went to pick up the mine alone? Where are their parents?"


    Master Gu looked bitter and shook his head, "This is Gushan City, most of these children are orphans..."


    (This chapter ends)