Asking about longevity

“He who does not peep, cannot peep.”

The skinny old man recalled what his master had said to him back then.

No peeking...

He thought of Mr. Zhuang again and that layer of fog.

The layer of fog Mr. Zhuang has laid may not only be keeping secrets, but also protecting all those who dare to pry into the cause and effect of the young Mr. Zhuang.

Because there is great danger hidden in the cause and effect.

It's just that he can't figure out why a little formation master in his teens could be infected with such a deep and cruel cause and effect?

In the end what happened?

The skinny old man frowned, thinking hard.

"That's all, that's all, ignorance is bliss... It's not a good thing to know about such dangerous things..."

The skinny old man sighed with lingering fear.

Everything about ink painting gradually became blurry in his mind.

He only remembered that under the blood, among the tide of corpses, there was a small, motionless figure.

Master Yun can't remember clearly either.

He remembered the Lingshu Formation, and he remembered that he had made a small formation master friend.

But who this person was, he was hazy and couldn't remember.

Only a clear smiling face remains in the memory...

…

On the other side, Yang Jishan, the commander of the Taoist soldiers, was writing to the Taoist court.

He wanted to show his merit for ink painting.

In this battle of the Corpse Mine, he suppressed the tide of corpses, subdued the Corpse King, killed Lu Chengyun, quelled the corpse epidemic, and improved the livelihood of the monks in Nanyue City. This little gentleman, Mo Hua, deserves the greatest credit.

But as I write, everything suddenly becomes blurry.

Yang Jishan wanted to write the word "ink painting", but as soon as he started writing, he was stunned.

The two words "ink painting" were obscured by the fog.

He couldn't remember the name of that little gentleman.

"what happened?"

Yang Jishan was shocked.

How come I forgot his name?

Soon, he discovered that not only the name, but also the appearance and voice of this young gentleman gradually became unreal.

There is also the matter of corpse mines, which is also intermittent.

What happened in the corpse mine and on the tomb mountain?

Yang Jishan frowned.

He only remembered two pictures in his mind:

One picture shows the corpse king looking up to the sky and roaring in the bloody sky, with thousands of corpses worshiping him.

In the other picture, in the midst of blazing flames, the Corpse King roared unwillingly and turned into ashes.

What happened here.

Yang Jishan completely forgot about it.

How on earth was such a powerful and ferocious Corpse King killed, and how was he reduced to ashes?

Yang Jishan couldn't remember it.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, I only vaguely remember that there is a small figure that changes the color of the world and makes thousands of corpses surrender...

"Who is this little monk?"

Yang Jishan frowned and murmured.

…

Things have settled.

All cause and effect are gradually shrouded in fog.

The monks from all sides in Nanyue City also gradually dispersed.

But half a month later, another group of uninvited guests arrived.

These are four strange monks.

A young man with extremely beautiful appearance, but his face was pale, as if covered with a carefully carved, flawless dead face.

An old man carrying a sword case with a dull expression and only the whites of his eyes.

A big man with a burly body but sharp fingers and bloodshot eyes.

There is also an old woman who looks stale and chatty.

They stood on a deserted hilltop, looking at Nanyue City and the surrounding mines from a distance.

The old man carrying the sword box said in a hoarse voice:

"What a great gesture, what a pity!"

The pale young man sneered, "I just raised a first-grade Dao evil, and I haven't developed it yet..."

The big man smiled ferociously, showing two fangs, and his face looked like a vicious wolf, "Your father has wanted to raise one for a long time, but in the end, he has not raised one for most of his life."

The pale boy said arrogantly:

"Either raise a third or fourth grade or above, a real great demon, a great corpse, a great evil, or a first or second grade Taoist evil. There is no point in raising them."

The voice of the old man with the sword box was hoarse and indifferent, like the slowly flowing sand:

"You put it like that, you don't understand at all what Dao evil is... Dao evil is an anomaly and is not measured by grade."

The pale boy sneered, obviously dismissive.

The wolf-toothed man looked around again, smelled the smell of rot in the wind, and sighed:

"It's a pity that I'm late, otherwise I could still have a full meal."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. There were actually barbs on his tongue.

The old man with the sword box also nodded, "Yes, it's a pity that this evildoer died young, otherwise the entire state would become a hotbed of evil."

"Whose handiwork is it?" asked the wolf-toothed man.

"Who else could it be?" The old man with the sword box asked.

A hint of fear flashed in the wolf-toothed man's eyes.

Apparently, even they didn't want to mention that Taoist's name.

The pale boy sneered, "I don't know who ruined the trickster's good deeds..."

There was a hint of contempt on his pale face.

The old man with the sword box said in a deep voice:

"You'd better be respectful and don't think that with your father's support, that Taoist won't dare to do anything to you."

The pale boy's eyes narrowed, "My father's cultivation level is higher than his."

The old man with the sword box shook his head, "You still don't understand what the name 'Taoist' means..."

The pale boy was still a little disdainful.

The old man with the sword box had all white eyes, looking at the young man coldly, and said in a cold voice:

"That man wants to kill you, and even your father can't save you."

"It doesn't matter whether you die or not, but don't hold us back, otherwise, we won't let you go..."

The pale young man was sullen, but did not retort.

His teeth bit his lip, but it seemed that he had only bitten a layer of skin, without a drop of blood flowing out.

None of the other three people present cared about him.

Like a wild beast, the wolf-toothed man took another breath of the mountain scent, his eyes darkened slightly, and he said:

"There are many zombies, many monks, and the aura of evil is also very strong. They are about to develop, but something unexpected happened..."

"That person must have taken action."

The old man with the sword box nodded, "No one can destroy the Taoist's layout except that person."

The wolf-toothed man frowned and said:

"What exactly is hidden in that man? Daoting, Tianshu Pavilion, various aristocratic families, sects, as well as evil sects like us, Sanren and Taoists, are all looking for him?"

The old man with the sword box smiled half-heartedly, "I know, what next?"

The wolf-toothed man was stunned.

The old man with the sword box said: "If I don't have the golden elixir or the immortalization, even if I give you this opportunity, what can you do?"

"Can you resist Dao Ting's suppression or the Demon Sect's pursuit?"

"Since you are a chess piece, do what a chess piece should do."

"With your and my cultivation level, we are still far from it. Consider the issue of holding black and white..."

The old man with the sword box spoke harshly.

The wolf-toothed man did not feel dissatisfied, but instead stretched out his bright red tongue, licked his upper lip, and said with a evil smile:

"I am a demon cultivator. When I see meat, I want to take a few bites. Isn't it natural?"

The old man with the sword box's eyes were empty and intriguing:

"If you eat the meat of immortality, your life will be gone."

Immortal meat…

The wolf-toothed man's eyes were filled with sparkle.

The pale boy's face also had an unusual blush.

The three of them all had their own secrets for a while.

The old woman, who had been silent since the beginning, suddenly opened her eyes wide and said madly:

"My child, my child!"

The wolf-toothed man frowned, "Why is she so crazy?"

The old woman didn't care, and said with a strange smile:

"I found...my flesh and blood, my child is not dead..."

She dodged, her body like the wind, and fled towards a mountain peak in the south.

The three old men with the sword box also had to follow her.

The four finally stopped on a small hill.

The hills here are remote and desolate, but the scenery is quiet and the setting sun is full of glow.

There is a small tomb on the hill.

The old woman's expression was focused, her hands were like steel, she dug away the earth and rocks, and dug open the tomb, revealing a coffin inside.

The old woman scratched a corner of the coffin with a light finger, and then lifted it hard, causing the coffin lid to fall apart in an instant.

In the coffin lies a small zombie.

The old woman tremblingly picked up the little zombie and held it in her arms.

"My child, my child..."

The pale young man frowned, "Is this a zombie? Aren't all the zombies around here been burned by the corpse-burning array, and there are still fish that slipped through the net?"

The wolf-toothed man looked around and raised his eyebrows, "It seems that someone deliberately left this zombie behind and buried it here..."

"Are you a relative of this zombie?"

"Why is it buried here?"

"who knows……"

"It's not for refining corpses."

"This zombie is too small and weak. What is it meant to do? Serve it tea and water?"

…

The old man with the sword box looked solemn, "This little zombie is a good embryo for refining corpses. It only has corpse energy, no blood energy, and is clean."

"What kind of good idea is this?"

"Jade Corpse..."

"What?"

The old man with the sword box didn't say any more, "You don't refine corpses, and you won't understand even if you say it."

The pale boy looked displeased.

The wolf-toothed man was a little surprised, "So, this old woman is actually a corpse cultivator?"

Among the few people, he knew the origins of the old man with the sword box and the pale young man, but he was not familiar with this old woman.

The old man with the sword box nodded slightly, "Her son died early. In order to resurrect him, she learned corpse refining and turned her son into a zombie."

"But she made a mistake, and what she made was a special blood corpse."

"Eating human flesh and drinking human blood every day."

"She killed people to feed her son, and was finally discovered by Dao Ting. Her bloody corpse son was killed by Dao Tingsi in front of her. She went completely crazy and completely degenerated into a corpse cultivator."

"For so many years, she has specialized in killing unfaithful men and monks from Daotingsi."

"At the same time, he is also keen on turning children into zombies."

"All the zombies she made are her children..."

"but……"

The old man with the sword box's eyes narrowed slightly, "This little zombie may be a little special..."

The old woman also held the little zombie in her arms with great care, as if coaxing her own flesh and blood.

The pale boy said "tsk", and suddenly said "eh" again, "Does this little zombie seem to have a formation on its chest?"

"Formation?" The big man with wolf teeth was slightly startled.

The pale boy said curiously: "It's not an ordinary formation..."

He shouted: "Old woman, let me take a look at this little zombie."

The old woman asked if she hadn't heard.

The pale young master repeated it again.

The old woman remained unmoved.

The pale young man was furious, "You old immortal, I'm so shameless..."

He stretched out his hand to grab the little zombie in the old woman's hand, but when he reached out, he seemed to touch the old woman's reverse scales.

The old woman's aura suddenly changed, her face became ferocious, her pupils stood up, her yellow skin turned into a bronze color, and her corpse turned into a bronze corpse.

She tore it off with her right hand, and the sinister wind burst into pieces, tearing the pale boy's arm apart.

Bright red blood flowed out.

The ghastly corpse poison seeped in.

The pale young man's face became paler, but his cheeks were stained with a strange blush due to shame and anger.

"Old guy, you're looking for death!"

The old woman hugged the little zombie tightly and roared at the pale boy, revealing two long fangs.

The pale young man's face was gloomy, and he wanted to take action, but was stopped by the old man with the sword box.

"Don't mess with her."

The pale young man seemed to be a little wary of the old man with the sword box. He snorted coldly and restrained his breath.

The old woman faded away from her corpse form and turned into an ordinary old woman again, holding the child in her arms with a peaceful expression.

The old man with the sword box looked up at the sky and said again:

"It's getting late, it's time to set off."

He turned his head and looked at the other people with a dull expression, but said in a solemn tone:

"Do what we should do and don't worry about other things."

The old man supported the sword box behind him.

The sword box trembled slightly, radiating bloodthirsty desire.

"Don't worry..."

The old man said silently in his heart.

"Once we find that person, the real storm will come..."

It would be terrible and bloody...

…

The four people gradually left.

The old woman also took away the little zombie.

In the next few days, many monks with gloomy auras, strange clothes, and erratic behavior came to Nanyue City.

They all came from the demon sect, and they were both shocked by the man-made efforts to breed Dao evil, and also regretted the death of Dao evil at an early age.

But they didn't enter the city, they didn't kill people, they didn't eat people, they didn't do anything extraordinary.

Nanyue City has entered the cause and effect.

If they are involved, it is very likely that the details will be revealed, and they will not be able to protect themselves.

Rapids and undercurrents.

But these dangerous torrents bypassed Nanyue City and flowed into the distance.

The monks in Nanyue City, after many twists and turns, also ushered in the long-lost peace...

The monks lived a day-to-day life.

In Elder Su's cave.

Shuisheng was lying on the small stone table drawing formations, while Elder Su was nagging at him and taught him:

"Why are you using a pen like this here? It's such a waste of spiritual energy..."

"I've taught you this formation pattern so many times, but I still don't know how to..."

"Oh, don't draw like this..."

…

Shuisheng turned a deaf ear and continued to draw the formation.

If he didn't understand anything, he would ask. After getting the answer, he would listen to all the rest of Elder Su's nagging and complaints.

All his attention was spent on the formation.

Even if you learn slowly, even if you are not good at painting, you still insist on painting.

If it doesn't work once, just draw it twice.

If twice doesn't work, just draw three times.

As I kept drawing, I slowly got better at it...

This is what the little gentleman taught him.

Shuisheng kept it in mind.

Elder Su was still complaining and talking, but suddenly stopped.

The appearance of Shui Sheng is very similar to that of Narcissus, and the way he is focused now is very similar to his own back then...

Elder Su was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked relieved and smiled happily, looking at Shui Sheng with eyes full of tenderness.

"I owe Mr. Little a big favor..."

Elder Su sighed in his heart.

…

The life of a mine repairman has also become much better.

They can eat enough, support their families, and gradually, they can have some spiritual stones left over for themselves or their children to practice.

The Lu family that once weighed on them has fallen apart and is no longer something to be afraid of.

They had also heard some rumors about the corpse mine.

"It is said that that bastard Lu Chengyun killed someone, then used it to refine the corpse and mine it for him. In the end, he suffered retribution and was eaten alive by the zombie he made."

"This zombie is not an ordinary zombie, it is the ancestor of the Lu family, Lu Peipei!"

"This son of a bitch, Lu Peipi, really won't let us go until he dies. He will turn into a zombie after death and come to harm Nanyue City..."

"So many zombies, it's so scary."

"When I think about it now, my scalp feels numb."

"On the day the zombies besieged the city, I stood on the city wall and looked down. I saw a group of zombies with their teeth and claws spread out, densely packed..."

Someone was startled, "You said, there won't be any zombies in this mine..."

"Maybe, with so many zombies, how can we clear them all at once?"

"What should we do?"

"I'm not married yet. If I get bitten by a zombie, wouldn't it be the end of me?"

"I have an old man above me and a young man below me..."

Some people were panicked for a while.

"How about," one of the monks said, "we can pay tribute to the little fairy boy in the corpse mine..."

Some people don’t understand, “Who is the little fairy boy?”

"The Reincarnation of the Boy Under the Immortal Seat."

"who?"

"It's the little fairy boy who suppressed the corpse tide, subdued the corpse king, and helped us draw formations and build mines."

"real or fake?"

"Really, I've seen it."

"have you seen?"

"Yeah, yeah." The mining cultivator nodded, "This little fairy boy has three heads and six arms, and is invulnerable. He knocked down the Corpse King with one punch..."

"What are you talking about?"

"That's right, no one looks like this."

"That's right, that little fairy boy is so handsome, white and tender, with watery eyes and a cute smile..."

"You are also talking nonsense. How can such a young monk defeat the Corpse King?"

"Then you've seen it?"

"That's natural. I was on the city wall that day and saw amidst the tide of corpses. This little fairy boy was nine feet tall, with big arms and a round waist. He was so powerful that his fists made wind. Even tens of thousands of zombies couldn't get close to him!"

"What the hell is this a 'Hercules', not a 'Fairy Boy'?"

"Yes, it's more reliable to brag."

…

There are different opinions, and in the end there is no conclusion.

Finally, the older mine repairman made the final decision:

"Since he is a fairy boy, he must be young. We don't know his appearance, so we won't draw it in detail. We will only use pen and ink to draw a figure."

"Since the zombie tide has been suppressed, it means that the zombies must be afraid of him. If we hang this portrait of the little fairy boy in the mine to suppress the evil spirits, the zombies should not dare to come out to cause trouble..."

After he finished speaking, he sighed, "This young gentleman has helped us a lot. He has shown kindness to us mine repairmen. Even if we can't suppress the zombies, we should still pay homage to him and wish him good luck in the future and success in his cultivation." Live as long as heaven and earth, and benefit the common people!"

"That's right!"

The mine repairmen nodded in agreement.

They hired someone to draw several ink paintings of fairy children and hung them in the mine.

From then on, the mine repairmen in Nanyue City would bow to this fairy child before entering the mine.

There is a small ink figure in the picture.

Black and white are distinct, and the energy is mysterious.

Worshiping the image of a fairy boy can dispel evil spirits and eliminate corpse problems.

They not only pray for their own safety, but also bless the safety of the ink paintings in their hearts.

In the place where evildoers breed, the monks offer incense to generate aspiration power, which is secretly integrated into the cause and effect of the ink painting, forming a check and balance.

It's just that Mo Hua doesn't know anything about this.

On a mountain road hundreds of miles away.

Mo Hua rode on Dabai, looked at the mountains and rivers, covered with misty clouds, and embarked on the road to build the foundation...

The plot of the mine is finally finished~

Next is the foundation building.

It is also the last big plot of the second volume.

I need to spend some time sorting out the details, and I may update it later tomorrow~