Asking about longevity

Chapter 694 Blood Bridge

Hearing this in Dahe, his eyes were about to burst and he said with a trembling voice, "What did you say?"

Master She smiled sadly, "You can't save these two children. Their souls have been dedicated to the Lord of God!"

Mo Hua pretended not to understand, with a puzzled look on his face, "What is the Lord of God?"

Master She was slightly annoyed and cursed secretly in his heart.

You are an ignorant child who dares to blaspheme the Lord of God with your nonsense. You will definitely face divine punishment and you will not be able to live or die!

 But he still suppressed his anger, his voice was indifferent, and his expression was respectful:

“The God Lord is the Lord of thousands of gods and the supreme Lord who rules over all life!”

Mo Hua understood in his heart that this master of luxury was also a dabbler.

He has no idea what the God Lord, the Lord of the Wilderness, is, and only regards him as a lofty **** for him to believe in.

Mo Hua looked disdainful, "Old man, what are you talking about? Where is the Lord of Gods and the Supreme Lord?"

Master She looked at the ink painting with disdain and sneered:

 “People with mortal eyes cannot see the reality of the world, nor the magnificence of the divine way.”

Among the monks of Daotingsi, why is there such a low-blooded brat whose cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building?

“Man is the leader of all spirits. Where are the gods in the world? Why haven’t I seen them?”

I'm afraid I don't know, but there are several ways to write the word "death"...

 He had felt strange before.

Mo Hua's consciousness moved slightly, and he noticed Master She's cold hatred. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but his face remained calm, still looking arrogant and domineering.

"Old bastard, if you don't tell me, I will burn all your hair and peel off your skin and make you a naked beggar's chicken."

When Gu An saw this, he kicked Master She, drew a knife and put it on his neck, saying coldly:



 “Old man, tell me! What should we do to save these two children?”

Without saying a word, Mo Hua condensed a fireball and was about to burn the hair of the master of luxury. A hand of fire came to the scene to set the chicken with feathers on fire.

Mo Hua was a little angry when he saw his yin and yang look, so he threatened fiercely:

 Could it be that he is a child of some great family who entered the Taoist Office in advance to gain meritorious service in order to "gild" himself and pave a bright future for the future?

 The more Master She thought about it, the more it seemed like it, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Master She’s eyes were filled with disbelief, and his voice became shrill:

 “I can say it, but you may not believe it.”

 “Say or not?”

 The top priority is to escape for your life.

 “Lord River God, we need sacrifices.”

 What surprised him the most was the boy in front of him.

Master She didn't bother to argue with such a childish kid, but he just stared at the ink painting, with a hint of alertness and doubt in his crazy eyes.

As for Daotingsi’s lackeys, what exactly did they smell that allowed them to break through the many obstacles, set up an ambush, and capture his group...

 “This is easy to say…”

 This is strange.

Master She glanced at the ink painting with hatred, and then said helplessly:

Mo Hua said: "You speak first."

Master She said sadly: "Little devil, listen to my advice, you are young, don't be too arrogant."

 But the matter has come to this, and there is no point in worrying about it now.

Master She suddenly burst into disgusting laughter, but said nothing.

Master She looked at the ink painting silently, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Other Daotingsi monks were also quite tolerant of him.

Hunting for meritorious deeds, you ended up in this **** on earth.

 “Stop—”

 Master She looked at the monks in front of him.

What kind of upbringing does this kid have? How do you do this?

Mo Hua held the blazing fireball in his little hand, placed it beside his hair, and asked:

Mo Hua snorted, "It's just making things mysterious."

Master She was furious, but he immediately calmed down and said calmly:

If expected, the group of people in front of you should be Daotingsi's eagle dogs.

 Who is this little devil?

Moreover, from the looks of it, this kid is white, tender, and domineering. He is obviously pampered and has never suffered.

 Master She still can’t figure it out.

On the other side, Yu Dahe turned pale when he heard that the two children were hopeless, and his hands holding the two children could not stop trembling.

“I have sacrificed the souls of these two little beasts…the two children to the River God.”

“Although these two children are sacrifices, the sacrifices do not have to be these two children.”

“Just choose two living people, re-use them as sacrifices, and deliver them to the ‘altar’ in person. In exchange for the souls of these two children, they will naturally come back to life..."

Mo Hua felt something in his heart.

 Send it to...the altar?

Altar!

Not the unbuilt altar in the Bishan Demon Palace, but the altar that has been built and has even been in operation for hundreds of years!

Mo Hua's heart trembled, but he remained calm on the surface and questioned:

 “Old bastard, you lied to me!”

"I believe you, there are gods in this world. But you said it was the God Lord before, and now you say it is the River God. It's so confusing. Which one is the master of your old dog?"

Master She was so angry that he wanted to cut the ink painting into pieces with a thousand knives, but he still endured it and said indifferently:

 “The River God is the incarnation of my god.”

 “The Lord River God is also equivalent to the Lord God’s personal visit.”

The ink painting was instantly clear, and combined with some theological knowledge and the experience of the fishing village, I roughly understood it in my heart.

 The River God is the River God, and the Great Desolate Evil God is the Great Desolate Evil God. The two are completely different.

 However, the Great Desert Evil God polluted the former River God.

 So, the current River God has become the incarnation of the great evil god.

Of course, the specific pollution process is definitely more complicated.

 I am just making simple inferences now.

As for how the Great Wilderness Evil God contaminates, how it parasitizes, and how it corrupts a god, these should be within the scope of "evil **** scholarship," and I still don't know yet.

"Still wrong!" Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "When you offered sacrifices, you offered sacrifices in the alchemy room. Why should we change the sacrifices and go to that bird altar?"

Master She wanted to kill Mo Hua.

Where does this little kid come from with so many thorny questions? !

However, people had to lower their heads under the eaves, but Master She still patiently said:

"Because the sacrifice is simple, but the exchange of sacrifices requires the approval of the River God."

 “What if it doesn’t agree?” Mo Hua asked.

Master She sneered, "Then there's nothing I can do. This is the only way to save these two children."

Mo Hua frowned, then quietly suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked pretending to be calm:

“Where is the altar you mentioned?”

A very faint smile appeared on the corner of Master She’s mouth.

 This little idiot finally took the bait.

 “In the back village.” Master She said.

 “Houcun?” Mo Hua was slightly startled.

Master She's eyes were dark: "In the back village of the fishing village, there is a dojo dedicated to the River God."

 “Seriously?” Mo Hua confirmed again.

 Master She sneered and said nothing.

Gu An whispered: "Young Master, this evil alchemist is cunning, I'm afraid there may be some deception."

Mo Hua also frowned in thought.

When Master She saw this, he sneered, "The back village is very dangerous, and it is not something that ordinary monks can go to. If you don't have any courage, you will only rely on your family. I advise you not to take risks."

Mo Hua was really "excited", "Old bastard, you look down on me? I still want to have a try today!"

“What a river god, what a **** pig, it’s all bullshit!”

“I want to see, there are more than a dozen battle-experienced foundation-building monks following us at the border of this second-level state. What is there in the back village, and what can they do to me?”

Mo Hua looked arrogant.

Master She’s eyes darkened slightly.

After all, he is a young boy and can't hold his breath.

 A dozen foundations?

 What does a dozen foundations count? Not even the appetizers.

 Ignorant people do not know the true horror of this world.

 You fell into my trap and you don’t even know it yet.

 Master She was secretly proud.

 Gu An Gu Quan, who was standing by, knew the nature of ink painting, and his expression could not help but be a little subtle. He looked at the luxurious master with a faint sympathy.

Mo Hua then ordered arrogantly: "Old Zamao, take me to the back village."

Gu An and Gu Quan remained silent. Instead, other Gu family monks whispered, "Young Master, please think twice. The words of this thief may not be trustworthy."

 They don’t want to take risks with ink paintings.

 The ink paintings naturally reveal a hint of hesitation.

Master She was a little impatient, but still pretended to be calm and sneered:

"It's up to you to save me or not, but don't blame me for not telling you, time is running out..."

“If the Lord River God starts to enjoy the sacrifices and eats the souls of these two children...”

Master She's eyes were cruel, "In just four or five days, you will be able to see the bodies of these two children rotting away bit by bit..."

Yu Dahe’s face turned pale.

Mo Hua’s eyes showed a hint of coldness.

Gu An and the others sighed slightly, knowing that they had to go on this trip, so they drew their swords and put them on Master She's neck, "Lead the way."

Master She said silently: "I have conditions."

Mo Hua was unhappy, "You still want to negotiate terms?"

Master She sneered, "Who is willing to do something without conditions?"

Mo Hua thought about it and thought it was right, so he asked: "What are the conditions?"

Master She grinned, "What other conditions can there be? Of course, after the matter is accomplished, I will be spared my life."

Without even thinking about it, Mo Hua said: "I agreed!"

Master She nodded, "Then it's a deal."

Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously, "Aren't you afraid that after the matter is completed, I will suddenly change my mind and kill you?" Master She said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I dare to negotiate terms, so I won't worry about you changing my mind."

Mo Hua frowned.

 This old **** should have some backup plans.

 He looked back at the two unconscious children lying in Yu Dahe's arms, and sighed slightly.

 I hope what this old **** said is true.

 These two children can really be saved...

 The back village of this fishing village hides many secrets, and I have to go there no matter what.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then ordered:

 “Everyone, get ready, we will set off soon.”

Gu An and Gu Quan were a little stunned.

 What can be prepared for this?

 Then they saw Mo Hua running outside the big fishing house alone, avoiding everyone, and kept digging around the land.

Gu An and Gu Quan looked strange, so they stepped forward and asked in a low voice:

 “Little Master, what are you looking for?”

Mo Hua looked in the direction of Master She, then raised the slate in his hand to Gu An and whispered:

 "Help me find a similar stone slab, or a stone with patterns on it, any pattern will do..."

"Also, help me see if there are any traces of sword energy around..."

 Gu An and Gu Quan were not sure.

 “I am of great use.” Mo Hua said.

Gu An and Gu Quan nodded and did as Mo Hua said.

Mo Hua also squatted on the ground, like a little squirrel digging the ground, concentrating on looking for formations and sword energy everywhere.

He estimated in his heart that Master She, an old bastard, must have evil intentions, and the village behind was also in great danger.

So even if you are just trying to figure it out temporarily, you still need to look for more Shinto formation patterns or traces of divine thoughts turning into swords. Maybe they will come in handy when the time comes.

A few people rummaged around and found something.

 Ink painting received three more Shinto formation patterns.

There are also two traces of sword energy, but these traces have almost dissipated over the years, and they did not inspire his method of "turning spiritual thoughts into swords".

The ink painting is a bit regretful.

 It seems that we can only go to Houcun to have another look.

 Him Hua wrote down these new Shinto formation patterns, and then he was ready to set off.

 First of all, the personnel must be arranged.

There were nine men in the black-clothed group, two died and seven were left.

Among these seven people, Mo Hua selected two men in black who were in the middle stage of foundation building as "sacrifice" to replace Dahe's two sons.

 Master She should lead the way.

There are four people left, including the dragon crossing the river, and the man in black at the head, so some people should be left to watch.

 Their Qi Hai was destroyed, and they could not cause much trouble.

However, for insurance reasons, Mo Hua still left six people behind.

The remaining four Gu family monks went to Houcun with Mo Hua.

Since it was "exchanging" sacrifices, the two unconscious children had to be brought with them, so Yu Dahe also followed.

Mo Hua told Yu Dahe: "You don't have to worry about anything, just protect your two sons."

 Yu Dahe is grateful in his heart.

He did not expect that this young master, whom he had only met by chance, would go to such lengths to save his two children.

"Don't worry, young master, I will listen to you." Yu Dahe said solemnly.

Mo Hua nodded.

 After the manpower arrangements were made, the group set off.

Gu Quan was guarding Master She, Gu An was guarding the ink painting, the tall Yu Dahe was holding two children, and the other four Gu family monks were guarding two black-clothed traffickers as "sacrifice", and they embarked on the journey to the back. village road.

Along the way, the sky was gloomy and there were dilapidated fishing houses everywhere, exuding silence and depression.

After walking like this for a while, the surrounding area gradually became desolate. There were no fishing huts, and there was only a stone arch bridge in front of us.

 The style of the arch bridge is simple and old.

Across the arch bridge, there is a thicker blood mist on the opposite side.

Master She said to Mo Hua: "I have to lift the lockdown before I can cross the bridge."

Mo Hua thought of the pattern drawn by Dragon Crossing the River at the mouth of the well, and nodded, "Okay."

 Gu An unlocked the spirit-binding lock on Master She's hand.

Master She moved his wrist, walked to the bridge, touched his waist, and found it was empty. Then he remembered that his storage bag had been confiscated, and said:

 “I want human blood.”

Master She's storage bag is in Gu An's hand. Because it is full of medicinal materials and prescriptions for elixirs, it cannot reach Mo Hua's hands.

Gu An rummaged through Master She's storage bag, took out a white bottle, and threw it to Master She.

Master She took it, dipped his finger in blood, and began to draw unsealing patterns on the stone bricks in front of the bridge.

Mo Hua poked his head and looked aside.

Master She was halfway through the painting when he looked up and saw that the ink painting was focused and serious, and he said with a strange air:

"What? The young master also knows the formation?"

Mo Hua snorted, "That's natural. Among my fellow disciples, if my formation is second, no one dares to claim it as first."

Master She did not shy away from ink paintings, but was generous and showed the formation patterns he drew to ink paintings and said with a smile:

“Young master, do you know what kind of formation this is?”

Mo Hua looked at it for a moment and hesitated:

"What other formation can it be? It's... the Five Elements, the Eight Diagrams... the formation used to unblock it."

Master She knew from this that this young master was a loser.

 Pretends to understand when he doesn’t understand, and likes to talk big.

Master She smiled in his heart, and from then on he drew the complete formation without any scruples.

 While he was drawing here, he was writing the ink drawing in his mind.

After he finished the painting, Mo Hua added an appropriate sentence:

“I think it’s some advanced formation, nothing more than that. To be honest, I’ve also learned this formation, but it’s not as good as the formation passed down from my family. I don’t care about learning it...”

Master She cursed in his heart:

I do n’t know the so -called, and the big eyelids are shallow.

 Master She snorted coldly.

Mo Hua secretly glanced at Master She, his thoughts slightly moved.

 He could see that this Master She was not only an evil alchemy master, but also an evil formation master!

 When he was painting the formations just now, his strokes seemed to be spirited. He was much more skillful than the dragon crossing the river. He was obviously proficient in this art and had painted many formations.

Mo Hua can tell at a glance that his formation master's foundation is not shallow.

 “Okay, this old **** has hidden his secrets pretty well...”

Mo Hua remained calm and muttered silently in his heart.

However, thanks to this, I have memorized a more complete unblocking formation pattern.

 This Master Luxury is quite useful.

Master She dipped in human blood and painted the formation patterns. The formations became like blood, melting into one piece and seeping into the bridge deck.

 Master Houshe then stood up and said: "The door of Houcun is open."

 Everyone frowned.

 They didn't notice anything different.

 There are only ink paintings, and the eyes are slightly focused.

 He could clearly see that a faint light curtain on the bridge had a gap in the middle, forming an entrance.

 The entrance trembled slightly, like an evil eye.

 The entire stone bridge also turned into a bridge of blood.

 It's just that Gu An and others can't see it.

Gu An glanced at Mo Hua, who nodded, "Let's go."

Gu An then put Master She's hand on the chain again, then led him and walked towards the arch bridge first.

 Others followed suit.

In this way, a group of people stepped on the white stone bricks, walked across the blood-colored arch bridge, and entered the forbidden back village.

 As soon as I walked into Houcun, my atmosphere changed suddenly.

From the ink painting, you can see that the blood mist in the air is so thick that it can almost drip with blood.

Even Gu An and the others felt that the atmosphere here was extremely depressing, their consciousness was slightly drowsy, and their eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom.

The soil on the soles of the feet smelled fishy and was as soft as human flesh.

Yu Dahe looked horrified and murmured in a low voice: "This is indeed... the fishing village..."

Gu Quan was startled and couldn't help but ask: "Which fishing village?"

Yu Dahe's voice trembled, "It's... what some old fishermen and cultivators nearby said, that the fishing village that offended the river god, was punished by the gods, and was completely destroyed..."

 Everyone's expressions were a little solemn.

In their understanding, they were just here to catch this group of traffickers and rescue the two children.

 But the current situation is getting more and more strange.

Gu An suddenly turned cold and looked at Master She, "Weren't the people in this fishing village also slaughtered by traffickers like you?"

“How is that possible?” Master She sneered, “That happened hundreds of years ago, what does it have to do with me?”

 It’s just that his smile was a little forced, with a hint of something unpredictable.

The ink paintings also reveal an intriguing look.

This master of luxury probably has a lot of secrets...

 Master She continued to lead the way.

The crowd stepped on the **** ground and continued to move forward. As they were walking, Mo Hua suddenly raised his head and looked into the depths of the fishing village.

 At the same time, a desire arose in his heart.

It was as if something was "seduce" him deep in the fishing village.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

eager?

 What exactly am I longing for?

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and didn't think about it, so he thought about it and made some calculations.

The cause and effect were floating in my mind, hazy, and a vague impression emerged.

 Mo Hua Tianji is not proficient in the algorithm and can’t figure out what this is yet, but his eyes are gradually looking forward to it...

 (End of this chapter)