Chapter 944 Old Man in Common


    Above the Gushan Mountain, abandoned wells are everywhere, and it is desolate.


    The thin orphan in the city, carrying a bamboo basket, bent over and on the black ground, was plucking rough ore piece by piece with dirty little hands.


    Only in this way can they survive.


    Beside them, the hidden ink painting quietly walked by, with a little low expression.


    Fortunately, Master Gu remembered his instructions and drew a first-grade wind pattern on the bamboo baskets of these orphans, which somewhat reduced their burden so that they would not allow these orphans to be pressed by heavy ore and covered with bruises.


    At present, he can only do this.


    Mo Hua sighed, walked straight to the top of the Shen family by passing the orphan who picked up the mine.


    He had basically visited the entire Gushan Mountain and other places, but he had never been to the Shen family''s mountain.


    There must be something strange about that mountain.


    Ink painting wants to go and see it invisible.


    After walking for a while, his vision suddenly widened, and the Shen family''s continuous mines appeared in front of him.


    These mines are large and magnificent, occupying almost half of Gushan. Their plans are relatively neatly planned, and the mines are wide and wide.


    This is the trace left by the excavation of large spiritual weapons.


    A whole circle of guard formations were set up outside the Shen family mine. Inside the mine, some garrison monks of the Shen family were left, occasionally patrolling around.


    The formation is of the second grade, and the Shen family cultivators are just building foundations.


    This is an abandoned mine. If the ore cannot be mined, it is no longer profitable. Naturally, it is impossible to send the Jindan elder to garrison.


    Even if it is a luxury to have foundation building to garrison.


    But the foundation-building monks could not stop the ink painting at all, let alone those second-grade formations.


    As soon as the ink painting fingers were scratched, the ink color flashed, and the formation at the mine boundary was cracked and a gap was cracked.


    The ink painting passes through the gap and approaches the Shenjia Mine.


    As soon as he stepped onto the mine, Mo Hua''s eyes suddenly became dark, and countless desperate wails sounded, but in a blink of an eye, they all disappeared again. Mo Hua looked around, and there was nothing unusual around him.


    The sunshine above the head is still bright.


    But the ink painting always feels that the sunlight shines on the body, and it is a little cold.


    Mo Hua''s face was slightly dark. He walked around the Shen family''s memorial while walking on the rocks, avoiding patrols, as well as the scattered traps and formations nearby, and walked around the Shen family mine.


    He stepped on most of the hills.


    The mines in the mountains were dug very deeply, and most of them were closed and could not go deeper, so he could only take a look.


    But after watching for a long time, I still found nothing.


    With his spiritual consciousness, and his sense of cause and effect, he didn''t see any clues.


    "How come there is no clue..."


    Mo Hua''s brows were furrowed.


    Seeing that it was getting late and the sun was setting, he left the Shen family''s mine first.


    At the edge of the mine, I drew my fingers and the ink patterns were intertwined again, repairing the cracked formation again, covering up its own traces.


    Then he came to a nearby mountain peak, climbed high and looked into the distance, and saw the Shen Family Mine.


    As he looked, Mo Hua suddenly remembered what Xie Ling said to him:


    "Practice the art of geography, feel the energy of heaven and earth, distinguish the energy of mountains, rivers, and determine the tombs of life and death..."


    "What exactly are the qi mechanisms of heaven and earth, the qi veins of mountains and rivers...?"


    Mo Hua slowly closed her eyes, let go of her spiritual consciousness, calmed down, gave up her ego, and had the belief of "harmony between man and nature", to perceive the heaven and earth, and to search for the so-called heaven and earth qi and veins.


    All things in the world disappear.


    The sky looks down at the people, and the earth is vast and endless.


    A mysterious feeling arose.


    There is indeed a white ray of energy between heaven and earth.


    Mo Hua vaguely felt that he seemed to have realized something, but he didn''t know if he had realized it correctly.


    With the idea of ??inadvertently, Mo Hua followed this aura and walked forward.


    The energy undulates along the mountains, ethereal and uncertain.


    Ink paintings also follow the energy and travel through the mountains.


    After walking like this for a whole circle, the energy disappeared. Mo Hua looked at it carefully and saw that the surrounding mountain scenery was relatively unfamiliar, but it was still desolate and looked ordinary.


    This wisp of energy brought him a dead end.


    Mo Hua shook her head.


    "Sure enough, there is no such cheap thing. You can learn anything without learning..."


    Mo Hua turned around and was about to leave, but just as he turned his head, he glanced at him and found a person sitting under the distant hillside.


    This person is an old man, wearing a commoner, and doesn''t look like a mining repairman.


    Mo Hua pondered for a moment, took off the hiding technique, and walked towards the old man in a commoner.


    As he walked closer and saw clearly, Mo Hua found that the old man was thin, slightly dark, and his eyes were full of brilliance. His cultivation level was probably at the peak of foundation building.


    The old man was sitting cross-legged on the rocks, looking into the distant mountains, wondering what he was thinking.


    Seeing someone coming, he frowned and turned around and saw a talented ink painting. After a little surprised, his eyes lit up and he said:


    "The mountains and fields are deserted, and it is really fate that we can meet a friend."


    His voice was hoarse, but he was kind.


    Mo Hua seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and asked, "Senior, what are you doing here?"


    "I''m looking at the mountains." said the old man.


    "Looking at the mountains?" Mo Hua looked around and was a little puzzled, "The surroundings are barren and bare. What''s the best thing to look at?"


    The old man shook his head, "All things in the world have appearances outside and paths inside. The mountains and steep mountains, dangerous mountains and bad waters, and the deserted mountains and dry waters are all appearances, which are mountain shapes. But under the mountain shape, there are still mountain shapes, and under the mountain shape, there are earth veins."


    Earth veins...


    Mo Hua shook and praised, "Senior, you know so much."


    "I''ve been too rewarded." The old man said calmly, then pondered for a moment, and then said, "I don''t know who my friend is? Why are you alone coming to this wilderness?"


    Mo Hua bowed and said, "I am a disciple of a small sect nearby. I followed my teacher to study and walked through the Gushan Mountain. I went into the mountain to take a look. Unexpectedly, I was careless and took the wrong mountain road. Then I got here and met my senior."


    The old man''s wrinkled face showed a smile, "Then when I say that, my friend and I are really destined to be together."


    "It''s true," Mo Hua nodded, then sat down cross-legged, imitating the old man to look away, but there were only barren mountains in the distance, and nothing else was there.


    Mo Hua withdrew her gaze, turned her head, poked her head, and looked in front of the old man.


    In front of the old man was a ball of mud and sand, and several patterns were drawn on the mud and sand.


    Mo Hua said in surprise: "Senior, are you a formation master?"


    The old man raised his eyebrows, "Little brother, do you still understand the formation?"


    Mo Hua said shyly: "I understand a little bit."


    The old man became interested, "Where is the little brother''s teacher?"


    "I dare not say ''teacher''," Mo Hua said humbly, "I just learned some basic knowledge from the sect teachings."


    The old man nodded and praised, "Now people in the world are exaggerating and admiring their reputation. They learn a point but make a 10% vocal. It is really rare for me to be so humble."


    Mo Hua felt a little embarrassed, "Senior praised it."


    Then he looked at the old man again, and asked even more humbly:


    "Senior, I seem to have never seen these formation patterns before, nor have I taught them by the sect. They look very profound. I wonder if there is any particularity?"


    The old man took a deep look at the ink painting.


    The ink painting also looked at the old man, his eyes were clear.


    I don’t know if it was influenced by this “clear” temperament, the old man’s love for talent suddenly became angry, and he stroked his beard and said:


    "It''s a fate to meet each other. Today I will teach you some of the four major sects and eight major sects, which may not be included in the secret formation inheritance."


    Mo Hua opened her mouth, and her simple face was full of shock.


    The old man pointed to the patterns on the ground and asked Mo Hua: "Can you see, what kind of patterns are these?"


    Mo Hua pondered it, “It’s a bit like the Five Elements Earth-type array pattern…but it’s not exactly like it.”


    The old man nodded, "Yes, this is the earth formation."


    Earth formation...


    Mo Hua''s expression changed, and now she was really shocked.


    "Senior, what is this earth formation used for?" Mo Hua asked for advice humbly.


    "There are many types of earth formations and many uses," said the old man, "but the most common one is related to this earth."


    The old man pointed to the abandoned mine in front, "For example, there were many ground formations buried in the mountains in front."


    Mo Hua''s heart moved, and then pretended not to know, and asked, "Do you mean, do you need to use ground formations to mine?"


    "No." The old man shook his head.


    "That''s... to detect ore veins, and to use a land array?"


    “Neither.”


    "That..." Mo Hua frowned.


    The old man looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "It''s a tomb." Mo Hua murmured: "Tomb..."


    "Yes," the old man looked at the mountains in the distance and said in a sigh, "The earth accommodates all things, not only the living, but also the dead."


    "When a man is alive, he is born on the earth, and after he dies, he sleeps under the earth."


    "But the living do not let the dead be quiet."


    "If a dead person wants to be quiet, he must build a tomb and draw a formation. Using the power of the formation, he can hide the tomb in the earth, blend it into the earth, be friendly to the Taoist aggregate, and obtain the protection of heaven and earth, so as to stay away from the causal entanglement of living people."


    "This type of formation is the ground formation."


    "Earth formation..." Mo Hua was stunned and then suddenly realized, and said in surprise, "You said that the ground formation was buried in the mountains in front, doesn''t it mean... there was a tomb in the mine in front?"


    The old man nodded, "Not bad."


    "But..." Mo Hua frowned, "There is a mine in front of it. The mines are densely packed, how could there be a tomb?"


    "Also, those mountains are mediocre. If a tomb is built, how could it be impossible to see at all?"


    The old man smiled and said, "Aside from the outsiders, watch the fun, and the insiders look at the tricks. Under the impetuous appearance, there are deep tricks hidden. Outsiders know nothing, so naturally they can''t see anything."


    "Insider..." Mo Hua muttered and asked in a low voice: "Senior, what are you doing?"


    The old man smiled softly and did not answer.


    Mo Hua looked a little nervous and wanted to get up quietly, but when she turned around, she found three people walking in the distance.


    The three of them were not tall, wearing cloth clothes, and there was some rustic smell on their clothes.


    They all deliberately restrained their breath, but the ink painting could sense that the three of them were all golden elixirs, and the breath of spiritual power was a bit strange.


    Mo Hua stood up and bowed:


    "I benefited a lot from listening to my senior''s words. It''s getting late, so it''s time for the teacher to come to me, so I''ll leave first."


    But the old man shook his head, "You can''t leave."


    Mo Hua''s face changed slightly, "Senior, what do you mean?"


    "For no reason, guess why I want to tell you so much?"


    "Isn''t this... because we are destined to do it?"


    The old man in a common man laughed, "Little brother, you are young, I will teach you something: walk in the world of cultivation and don''t talk to strangers."


    "The world of cultivation is sinister, you don''t know who is talking to you."


    "You don''t know at all, what are their plans?"


    "Just now, you don''t know who I am..."


    The old man in a common man''s aura changed, and he lost a trace of kindness, and his face also showed a gloomy smile like a vulture.


    Mo Hua wanted to run away, but in a blink of an eye, three golden elixirs had surrounded him and blocked the direction of his escape.


    "Some people really fall into the trap."


    "We searched outside for a long time but couldn''t pick up the good ones. But unexpectedly, there was also a fool who came to our doorstep..."


    "Mr. Pi is so lucky..."


    "They have fine skin and tender flesh, and their cultivation is not low, and their quality is really good..."


    Mo Hua looked panicked, "I...I am a sect''s son, and the elders of the sect are in the city. Are you afraid of offending the elders when you attack me?"


    Several people were unmoved.


    One of them sneered and said, "What good sects can be found near Gushan City? Also, depending on your spiritual power, you will have a middle-grade spiritual root if you die. What good sect can you join with this qualification?"


    Mo Hua felt a little unhappy.


    But, three golden elixirs and one peak in foundation building. If you really fight, you will definitely not be your opponent.


    "Slide away first, then call someone to come, find a way to catch these thieves, throw them into the Daozhu, and slowly torture them, and ask them to understand their intentions..."


    Mo Hua gradually made up his mind to himself. On the surface, he still looked panicked:


    "I...I am just a foundation-building disciple. It''s useless if you arrest me."


    Mo Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness, looking for the flaws of several people, thinking of using the water shadow to escape.


    "Why is it useless? You are of great use. Without you, we..."


    "Shut up, what nonsense? Catch the person first."


    Several people were about to take action, but were stopped by the old man, "Slowly, this little ghost is tender and tender. Once he starts to take action, he is injured or killed by mistake, it will be useless..."


    "I''ll be careful."


    "It''s not okay to be careful... You guys are thick-handed and thick-legged."


    “It’s really troublesome.”


    "No, I''m paying too much attention to that thing. I need energy, spirit, skin, blood, flesh and bones, all of which are complete and not hurt at all, otherwise I may not be able to open the door..."


    "I finally met one from this wilderness. If I accidentally killed him, where can I find another one?"


    "Too…"


    The ink painting paused and his brows frowned slightly.


    The old man in a common man looked at the ink painting and his tone was gentler:


    "My friend, you are young, we don''t make things difficult for you. Let''s do this, be honest and do us a favor. After the matter is done, we will let you go and give you a heavy gift, which will allow you to have no worries about food and clothing in this life, no worries about spiritual stones, and success in your cultivation."


    Mo Hua shook her head: "I don''t believe it."


    "Boy, do you not understand the situation..." a man sneered and wanted to attack Mo Hua.


    The old man stopped him with a stern look, then looked at Mo Hua and said slowly:


    "Little brother, I''ll tell you the truth. In this situation, you have no other choice..."


    "Or we will kill you now, throw your corpse into the mine, and be eaten by the mountain demon. Your parents, your elders of the sect, will never find you."


    "Or, you go with us and do us a little favor. After things are done, I will protect you from death and give you more benefits."


    Mo Hua heard that his corpse was about to be thrown into the mine, and his face turned pale. After a while of fear, he finally seemed to have accepted his life and asked:


    "You... aren''t lying to me?"


    "I won''t lie to you."


    "When things are done, will you really benefit me?"


    The old man turned his head and said to one of the big men, "Get something out."


    The big man was slightly stunned, "What?"


    "Take whatever you dig from below, take it out." The old man said.


    The big man was a little reluctant, but he still touched his sleeves, took out a small piece of jade pendant, and threw it to the ink painting.


    After taking the ink painting, I found that the jade pendant was in the color of ink jade, with cold tentacles and a wet and cold yin and dead air.


    "This is only a fraction. If you are honest and obedient, do things steadily, there will be more benefits in the future." The old man said.


    Mo Hua believed this time, and he took the jade pendant and nodded, "Okay."


    The old man looked satisfied and nodded, then said to the big man next to him: "Take out a pair of shackles and handcuff him."


    Mo Hua was shocked, "Why do you want to handcuff me?"


    "Don''t be afraid, this is just in case." The old man said, "If you are really obedient, you will be able to solve it later."


    "oh…"


    The big man took out a pair of heavy shackles and wanted to put them on Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua''s eyelids twitched.


    Third-grade shackles? !


    "No, I''m handcuffed, I''m sure I can''t escape. Life and death are all in the hands of others..." Mo Hua''s thoughts moved slightly, "I still have to escape first and act by chance."


    But before he could really escape, the old man in a civilian frowned and said, "What are you doing with third-grade shackles? Want to exhaust him to death?"


    "Didn''t you say that there can be no damage to the skin, blood, flesh and blood. He built the foundation and changed it to a second-grade person."


    "Okay." The man said, and then changed to the second-ranked secondary.


    Mo Hua was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and obediently handcuffed the group of people.


    "Let''s go." said the old man.


    So the old man led the way in front, and a group of five people walked towards an abandoned mine not far away.


    Around the mine, there are half-new and half-old stone chips excavated, and there are long and narrow crane beak chisel marks.


    The thought of ink painting moves.


    These traces are almost exactly the same as what he saw on Gushan before. These people seem to be the group of tomb robbers.


    "Did they really find the tomb in the mine?"


    "Do they take themselves to get to the tomb?"


    "But why do you have to take yourself with you? You also require energy, spirit, skin, blood, flesh and bones, to be complete, is it..."


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.


    Near the entrance of the mine, several people took out the spiritual weapon and were preparing to dig something, but before they could do it, one of the golden elixirs said:


    "Wait, someone!"


    Everyone''s hearts were trembling, they turned around one after another, looked in the sound, and saw a group of people walking not far away.


    Currently, he is a young man, dressed in luxurious clothes, arrogant face, and angry.


    This person recognized the ink paintings and it was Shen Qingsheng.


    Behind him, there were five or six Shen family monks.


    Shen Qingsheng saw the ink painting from a distance, and immediately pointed with his hand and said sharply:


    "My surname is Mo! I finally caught you. You are dead today!"


    (This chapter ends)