"Elder Yu..."

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and nodded, "I understand..."

After drinking the fish soup, Mo Hua went to the back mountain again and looked at the little silverfish.

Because he was guarding the dragon bone statue and was also attracted by the incense of the villagers in the small fishing village, the little silverfish had obviously grown up, and the fish scales on his body looked like "dragon scales".

The little silverfish was so happy when she saw the ink painting. She shook her tail and kept circling the ink painting. Her attitude was very intimate.

Mo Hua used his fingers to light his forehead and smiled and said, "I'm about to leave. I may not be able to see you for a long time."

The little silverfish's cheerful tail could not shake immediately.

It lowered its head and looked very lonely.

Mo Hua sighed slightly and said:

"The gods have a long life span. You just need to concentrate on practicing, eat incense, and protect believers. Sooner or later, you will meet again."

"And, that...the statue of God, just treat it as a gift I gave you, and you must guard it."

The little silverfish nodded repeatedly, and was a little excited.

Mo Hua accompanied it for a while, and then left.

Lao Yutou sent the ink painting to the entrance of the village and bowed his hand and sighed:

"The old man can't speak either. He just hopes that the benefactor will have smooth sailing in the future and all his wishes will come true."

Mo Hua also smiled and wished Lao Yutou "Good weather and fish every year."

Then Mo Hua left the fishing village in a carriage, drove south along the riverside.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua looked slightly stunned. When he lifted the curtain, he saw a small silver fish following him on the shimmering smoke river.

Until the carriage left and left the Yanshui River, the little silverfish could no longer keep up and wandered in the place without hesitation for a long time. Then he went home alone and reluctantly.

...

Leaving the Yanshui River, Mo Hua followed the mountain road and went to the dry mountain again to visit Huangshanjun.

Huang Shanjun is an "old friend" he made before he entered the academic prefecture.

During the blood sacrifice, I don’t know how Huangshanjun is like in the ink painting.

Have you been affected, polluted, or fallen again...

Mohua is a little worried and worried.

But I had committed a life-threatening crime before and was locked up by Mr. Xun in the back mountain. Later, I was busy graduating my family and had many trivial matters.

At this time, Mo Hua made a special trip to Kushan to see his old friends.

Stepping into the dry mountain, stepping onto the steps, the mountains are full of rocks and dead leaves are paved to the ground, and you will see the ruined temple of Huangshanjun when you look up.

Huangshanjun’s ruined temple became even more broken.

Four walls, three sides collapsed.

The roof collapsed halfway, and it was leaking.

The clay sculpture inside was cut off half of its body, the oath was gone, and there was no sacrifice, and there was no sour steamed bun.

There was even a lot of blood on the ground.

The heart of ink painting is chilling.

"Huangshanjun... won't he be gone, right?"

Mo Hua entered the temple and let go of his spiritual consciousness. Before he could search carefully, he saw Huang Shanjun slowly rising from half of the clay sculpture, bowing to Mo Hua and saying:

"My friend, long time no see."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Mr. Shan, are you okay?"

Huangshan Jun’s noodles had a dish, “It’s okay.”

Mo Hua felt a little distressed. He pointed his fingers and used the breeze technique to sweep the dust, sweep out a clean place, and then used it as an offering, put on an incense burner, and some chicken, duck, fish, steamed buns and fresh fruits as offerings. He also poured a glass of wine.

Huangshanjun only felt a warm current surge in his heart.

Afterwards, Mo Hua sat on the ground with Huang Shanjun, one man and one god, and he was eating offerings while chatting.

"How come your dilapidated temple looks like this?"

"This matter is hard to describe..." Huang Shanjun sighed, "A few months ago, the blood sacrifice formation was opened, the demonic path was rampant, and the wild mountains and rivers were even more crazy and chaotic."

"A few days later, there will be displaced monks who will come to this temple to temporarily avoid it."

"Then within two days, the demon cultivator will be intercepted and killed. The skin will be peeled and cramped, and the corpse will not exist."

"I can only dream at night and mention it, but I, the down-and-out mountain god, cannot change their life and death even if I don't have one hundred strength. Not only that, my dilapidated temple cannot withstand the disaster of life and death of the righteous and demons."

"Fortunately, this great disaster did not last long, and it was unbelievably eliminated, but..."

Huang Shanjun frowned and looked solemn, "I clearly felt a terrifying and evil spirit aura before."

"The evil god in the Great Wilderness must have come. But why did all the disasters subside later? The breath of the true fetus also dissipated?"

"Where did the evil god in the Great Wilderness go?"

Mo Hua gnawed the chicken legs, looked at Huang Shanjun, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to know?"

Huang Shanjun was stunned, "What?"

Mo Hua said: "Where did the evil god of the Great Wilderness go?"

Huang Shanjun nodded in a daze.

Mo Hua took out an ancient tooth talisman from his neck and said to Huang Shanjun: "Here."

Huang Shanjun's whole body is like a stone sculpture.

At first it thought that Mohua was joking with it.

The evil god was hung on you?

But when it looked at the tooth talisman on Mo Hua's neck, after careful perception, it felt a majestic and powerful aura of the divine beast, and the extremely fierce ancient evil thoughts suppressed by the aura of the divine beast.

Huang Shanjun almost scared his soul torn apart.

The evil god who has been hiding for nearly a thousand years is now by my side?!

Huang Shanjun staggered, fell to the ground, struggled to retreat to the corner of the wall, pointed to the tooth talisman, and said tremblingly:

"This...you...this..."

Mo Hua comforted him, "It's okay, I chopped Him into two halves, I can't tell you one half, and I'll keep the other half."

"Stay...keep?"

"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "If you can't kill it, just keep it first, take a bite occasionally to 'supplement'..."

Huang Shanjun's pupils were trembling.

That is an evil god! It is an evil god!

Do you think it was the pig you raised?!

Then it looked at the ink painting and found that the ink painting at this time had a very deep breath. I don’t know how many causes and effects were mixed with the energy. It was clearly a thin flesh and blood body, but it was as deep as chaos.

And it also emitted a faint aura of fear that made the god, the god.

This aura is not available now.

Mr. Huangshan had noticed it before.

But as the ink paintings "swallow" more, the stronger this aura becomes, and the more it makes it palpitations.

Huangshanjun suddenly felt that he was having an illusion that he was having a meal with a "cat".

Huang Shanjun was in a very complicated mood and finally sighed:

"You must not tell this."

Mo Hua nodded, put away the tooth pendant, and said to Huang Shanjun: "I only told you about this matter. After all, you are the mountain god. They don't understand the others even if I told you."

Huangshanjun smiled bitterly.

It doesn't want to understand at all.

Mo Hua said: "The evil god cannot be killed, so I will take part of His... power to leave Qianxuezhou. In the future, if you have the chance, you will completely erase it. If you can't erase it, I will... use it to kill the teeth..."

Tooth-killing ceremony...

Huang Shanjun's brain went down for a moment.

He felt that what Mo Hua said should not be human words.

But it shouldn't be a "god" word.

Because the gods can't say such crazy words.

"Forget..."
To be continued...