Asking about longevity

When did you get recruited?

The first thing that Mo Hua thought of was the golden lotus and three-color carp.

"I ate fish and drank soup, so the river god's evil thoughts invaded the sea of ​​consciousness?"

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, and he suddenly thought of something and his heart tightened.

Yu'er!

Yu'er is the same as himself. After eating this golden three-color carp, if there are evil thoughts of evil gods in his consciousness, then Yu'er's consciousness will also be polluted.

It was already dark at this time. Mo Hua immediately got up without thinking and went to the next door. Before he could knock on the door, the door was already opened.

Wen Renwei stood at the door with a calm face, but he looked a little surprised.

"Little Master Mo?"

Mo Hua immediately said: "I'm here to see Yu'er."

Wen Renwei's eyes were confused, but seeing Mo Hua's anxious expression, he didn't dare to be careless and immediately invited Mo Hua in.

Ink painting entered the door, passed through layers of exquisite and elegant screens, and furnishings made of expensive materials but full of childlike interest, and then arrived at the bedroom inside.

Yu'er was lying on the bed, with saliva in the corner of her mouth, lying on her back and sleeping soundly...

He slept soundly, his consciousness was stable, and there was nothing abnormal.

Mo Hua's pupils slightly darkened, he released his consciousness, looked at it carefully several times, and made sure again and again that no evil spirits were haunting Yu'er, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But Mo Hua's brows also wrinkled slightly.

"Yu'er is fine..."

"Young Master Mo?" Wen Renwei asked softly, "What's wrong with Master Yu?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay, it's just me being too worried."

Wen Renwei also felt relieved, his brows relaxed, and he solemnly said:

"Please excuse me, young master."

Mo Hua smiled and stopped disturbing Yu'er's sleep. Instead, he returned to his room and lay at the table in deep thought.

It was getting late, but Mo Hua didn't feel sleepy at all, and his mind was full of mixed thoughts.

"The golden lotus and three-color carp were boiled into meat and stewed into soup. Yu'er and I both ate it, but Yu'er didn't do anything wrong..."

"That means it's not the problem with the three-color carp."

"It's not a problem with the three-color carp, what else could it be..."

Mo Hua frowned and carefully recalled the events of the past few days.

From tracking the dragon crossing the river, to entering the small fishing village, Xue Wu, Lao Yutou, the Wang family monks, and finally leaving the small fishing village with the fish basket of three-color carp...

If what you are looking at is invaded by evil thoughts, you should be able to detect it.

It’s not what you see, it’s what you smell or eat…

Moreover, it is something different from what Yu'er eats...

"It's not a three-color carp, that's..."

Mo Hua thought for a moment, his pupils narrowed, "Old Yu Tou's fish soup?"

In the past few days, he had eaten only this fish soup, but Yu'er had nothing to eat.

Mo Hua frowned.

I had a meal myself and drank the fish soup from Old Yutou’s family, so I was contaminated by the evil god?

Why?

A pot of fish soup, why is there a problem?

Mo Hua is puzzled.

At this moment, a flash of red suddenly appeared in his mind.

Mo Hua was suddenly startled.

He remembered that Old Yutou placed a small fish tank next to the fish tank with silver-scaled fish. The fish tank was sealed and the contents inside could not be seen. Only a faint hint of red could be seen.

According to Old Yutou, there is a kind of red water carp that cannot be seen in the light.

After Mo Hua thought about it carefully, he realized that the aura of this so-called "red water carp" was very similar to the small bloody fish that invaded his sea of ​​consciousness.

Older than head...

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Looks like I have to go to the small fishing village again when I have time..."

If there is something wrong with Lao Yutou's fish soup, then the entire small fishing village and all the fishing cultivators may have been contaminated by the evil god subtly.

It's just that no one noticed.

The suffering of Yuxiu is the soil of the evil god...

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly found that the corners of his eyes were a little dry, and there seemed to be traces of tears from just now.

Scenes from the dream came to mind again.

Those joys and sorrows, life and death encounters, the hardship of trying to make a living, the despair of being unable to fight, and the pain of not being able to stay together despite loving each other...

One by one, they are intertwined in Mo Hua's heart.

Mo Hua sighed deeply.

This is just a dream of mine, but it could be the life of many people...

…

Gu Changhuai sent people to keep an eye on the small fishing village, but for several days, no sign of the "dragon crossing the river" was found.

So a few days later, on the tenth day of the holiday, Mo Hua couldn't wait and went to the small fishing village again.

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the fishermen were busy in the village.

From a distance, it looks full of life, nothing special.

But Mo Hua already knew at this time that things were not as simple as they seemed.

After taking a sip of fish soup in a small fishing village, his consciousness was invaded by the evil thoughts of the evil god.

Most of the monks in this small fishing village probably have little bloody fish in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Other people’s spiritual consciousness is sealed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ink paintings cannot enter the sea of ​​other people's consciousness, so naturally they cannot see what is in the sea of ​​other people's consciousness.

He could only look for some clues through appearances...

Mo Hua's pupils were slightly darkened, a golden light appeared in his eyes, and his consciousness was released. He scanned the small fishing village carefully, and then he discovered some things that he had ignored before.

The fishermen in the village are working hard to survive despite their hard work and resentment.

But when his eyes turn, his expression will occasionally be confused for a moment, and his eyes will also show a kind of corpse-like numbness.

This seems to be a sign that the consciousness is being devoured...

Mo Hua also saw Lao Yutou.

The same goes for Lao Yutou, his eyes are occasionally dull and numb, but his complexion is much better.

It seems that because of the spiritual stone, he can send his two grandsons to the sect to have a better future and no longer have to live in poverty and hardship for a lifetime. The whole person is like a flashback, full of energy and radiance in his eyes.

It was already noon, and their family had fish soup for lunch, just like all the other fishermen in this small fishing village.

Mo Hua stared at the fish soup, but surprisingly, he didn't see anything strange.

This is just plain fish soup.

The soup is also fished from the Yanshui River. Common spiritual fish,

Old Yutou actually keeps a small tank of strange "red water carp".

But this fish has been sealed and he has never touched it at all.

Mo Hua frowned.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Isn’t it about the fish soup?

Mo Hua thought for a while, but still did not enter the village. Instead, he stayed hidden and looked around the small fishing village.

The small fishing village is built on a flat land at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains and forests, separated by a road and not far from the Yanshui River.

Mo Hua walked around and felt even more confused.

"No……"

There are no evangelistic statues of evil gods.

There are no parasites of evil gods.

I didn't find any strongholds of evil cultivators or demon cultivators, or demon temples like the Bishan Demon Cave.

There is no altar either.

No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary small fishing village.

Of course, if it is really ordinary, it would be a good thing...

The ink painting looks solemn.

Hunting requires patience, so he decided to wait.

So Mo Hua came to a big tree outside the small fishing village, used the Water Step, covered the soles of his feet with spiritual power, adsorbed the tree trunk, and walked up to the top of the tall tree vertically with his little hands on his back.

After that, Mo Hua crossed his legs and sat upright on the tree branch, staring at the small fishing village with bright eyes.

He wanted to see if he could find any more clues.

Mo Hua sat like this and stared at it until night.

The night was hazy, like a layer of black veil, slowly covering the small fishing village.

Everything became dark.

The sky was dark, there were no stars, and only half of the moon hung. The moonlight was cold and desolate.

I stared at it all afternoon and found nothing, but at night, Mo Hua, who looked sleepy, suddenly became energetic.

He had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.

Sure enough, nearly an hour passed.

The night is getting darker, and most of the fishermen in the village have turned off their lights, leaving only a few dim fishing fires dotting the night.

Lao Yutou's home.

Lao Yutou, who was dozing off, opened his eyes.

He looked around and saw that his family members were all asleep, so he got up softly, tied the small fish tank containing the "Red Water Carp" with a hemp rope and carried it on his back, then hunched over and walked out. The door of the house walked into the night.

The ink painting in the distance had a focused gaze, and then he walked down from the big tree lightly, hiding his figure, blending into the night, and quietly followed behind Lao Yutou.

The small fishing village in the night was so quiet that it was almost eerie.

Old Yu was hunched over and carrying a fish tank on his back. At night, his figure looked hazy, like an old river monster crawling out of the river.

He kept going.

Mo Hua followed quietly.

After walking to the back of the village, in an empty courtyard with few people and no one living there, Old Yutou stopped.

There is a well in the yard.

The well is made of forest-white stones, which look pale when the moonlight shines on them.

Old Yutou put the fish tank down, unsealed it, and took out several blood-red fish with sharp teeth and weird fins.

It is very similar to the fish in the ink painting dream.

Although Mo Hua is not a fisherman and cannot identify the specific species, he knows that this is definitely not a carp.

Old Yutou respectfully threw these small blood-red fish into the well, then knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said piously:

"Lord River God is here, Lao Yutou is here to fulfill his wish..."

"Thank you to the River God for your blessing..."

Old Yu kowtowed three more times and said gratefully:

"The wind and waves were so strong that day that half of my body fell into the river, Lao Yutou, and I almost died. Fortunately, with the blessing of the river god, I managed to turn the bad luck into good luck. I still survived, and I also caught the tail. It's the best The golden lotus and the three-color carp..."

"With this fish, the future of my two little grandchildren will be secure. Finally, there are people in our family who don't have to live in ups and downs all their lives, risking their lives to make a living..."

Old Yutou sighed, "It's just that the fish was almost robbed later, but it was okay..."

"Fortunately, there was another 'little nobleman' who came to my aid, fought off the Wang family's thugs, and even bought my fish..."

"This little noble man is a good man. I am very lucky, Old Yutou."

"But thinking about it, these are all thanks to Lord River God. It was Lord River God who led this little noble man to save me..."

Old Yu kowtowed a few more times, then clasped his hands and said:

"Lao Yutou has no other wishes after that... I just ask the Lord River God to bless my two little grandchildren so that they can successfully join the sect..."

"I don't want to be rich or successful in spiritual practice, but I want to make a living. I won't have to deal with the wind, waves and water monsters anymore. I want to live a peaceful life, and I will die without any regrets..."

"Lord River God, I can give you whatever you want."

"Please..."

"I will definitely raise this 'blood-red fish' well. When it is fattened and grown, I will offer it to you..."

After Old Yutou finished speaking, the sound of water suddenly came from the well, and a faint scarlet color flashed by, and then everything calmed down.

It seemed like something was enjoying the sacrifice.

The fish died and its blood melted into the well water.

Mo Hua was startled and suddenly realized something.

It's well water!

If what he expected was true, all the monks in the small fishing village would be eating from this well.

Old Yutou threw the little bloody fish into the well, polluting the water.

If the fisherman in the small fishing village drank the well water, he would be the same as everyone else, and they would all be polluted by the evil god.

And I... it was at Lao Yutou's house that I drank fish soup made from well water, and that's why I was polluted by the evil thoughts of the evil god.

So at midnight, I couldn't help but immerse myself in the painful nightmare weaved by the evil god...

No, it's not a nightmare "woven" by the evil god...

Mo Hua glanced at Lao Yutou, who kept kowtowing, and sighed in his heart.

It should be a nightmare "weaved" by all the poor fishing cultivators in the small fishing village based on their own personal experiences...

Old Yu headed into the well, sacrificed the little bloody fish, and then sealed the fish tank again.

There are still some fish in the fish tank that have not yet been raised. After some time, they can be carefully raised before they can be put into the well.

After the matter was done, Lao Yutou stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly he heard a crisp voice in the silent night.

"Uncle Yu..."

Old Yutou was startled suddenly, his feet slipped and he fell to the ground.

After he struggled to get up and looked around in panic, he saw a small figure slowly emerging from the dark night not far away.

This figure is very familiar.

Under the cold moonlight, Old Yutou discovered that this figure was the "little nobleman" who helped him repel the Wang family monks a few days ago and also bought his own three-color carp.

It's just that at this time, this little nobleman no longer looked so friendly and amiable.

The moonlight shone on his face, a cold white color.

His eyes also had an elusive depth.

Old Yutou looked back at the well, and then at the ink painting in front of him, his voice trembling a little, "You, little brother... have you seen everything?"

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

Old Yutou looked struggling, and suddenly begged:

"Please, please don't tell anyone..."

Mo Hua remained silent.

"You must not let others know about this..." Old Yutou said in horror, "Otherwise, everything I have done will be in vain, my two grandsons will have no future, and I will also be killed by the river. Lord God punishes..."

"please……"

Mo Hua still didn't say a word.

Lao Yutou begged for a moment more, but when he saw that the ink painting was indifferent, anger gradually surged in his heart. His eyes turned blood red at some point, and his words were a little distorted, not like a human voice, but more like the cry of a fish demon.

He lost his mind, looked ferocious, and suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua.

"If you don't promise me, I want you to die!"

But as soon as he rushed in front of the ink painting and saw the compassionate eyes of the ink painting under the moonlight, Old Yutou suddenly felt excited again.

Scenes of memories came to mind.

Mo Hua drew formations for him, helped him drive away the bullying Wang family monks, and also spent a large sum of spiritual stones to buy his three-color carp...

The blood in Lao Yutou's eyes gradually faded, and the anger on his face receded, leaving only helpless sorrow.

He slowly knelt in front of the ink painting, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, "Please..."

He kept kowtowing.

The hardship of life forced him to kneel down, kowtow and beg constantly...

Mo Hua felt sour in his heart and sighed: "I promise you."

Old Yu was startled.

Mo Hua said slowly:

"I don't have to tell you, but you have to tell me what happened?"

"Who taught you how to raise such a small bloody fish?"

"Who told you that if you raise this kind of fish, your dreams will come true without any disaster?"

Old Yu was stunned for a moment and looked at Mo Hua pleadingly.

Mo Hua said: "I keep my word. If you tell me, I won't tell anyone. Otherwise..."

There was a hint of cold edge in Mo Hua's eyes.

Old Yutou was startled in his heart, and then he remembered that on that day, the two Wang family members built the foundation and worked together with several Qi refiners, but they were beaten to death by this young master.

As a fishing cultivator, I am not good at fighting, let alone the opponent of this scary young master.

Old Yutou sighed deeply and said helplessly: "Okay, I said..."