After saying goodbye to Huangshanjun, Mo Hua went down the mountain and spent some spirit stones in the small fairy city at the foot of the mountain to ask someone to build a temple for Huangshanjun, and let someone give him some offerings to Shanjun from time to time so that it would not be hungry every day and sleep in the open.

Although the statue of the natal god was found, Huang Shanjun also took it lightly for the incense belief.

But don't go hungry!

This is true for man and so is the gods.

After doing all this, Mo Hua turned his head and looked at Kushan Mountain. He silently said to Huangshan Jun in his heart and left by car.

After leaving Kushan, it is still a long way from Taixu Gate.

Mo Hua sat in the car, closing his eyes to rest.

The sound of horse hooves dripped. I don’t know how long I had walked, but suddenly the mountains and forests were gloomy and silence was everywhere. The sky was filled with a faint smell of blood and evil spirit.

Ink painting slowly opened his eyes.

Since he committed a life-threatening evil, he has been very sensitive to auras such as "life and death" and "evil energy".

Before, he encountered evil spirits, he had to use his spiritual sense to sense it, or use computing power to deduce it.

Now the evil spirit at the causal level is like a "smell". Ink painting can be smelled almost by instinct alone.

Mo Hua lifted the curtain and looked out the window.

Outside the window is a poor village, with houses withered and traces of life remaining, but there is no one left.

The blood in the air has been diluted by the mountain wind.

But the aura of death is everywhere.

Ink paintings do not need to be pinched or calculated. In almost an instant, scenes float in front of you.

His eyes seemed to be able to clearly see through the cause and effect of death and see the pain and despair in the world.

The demon cultivator is killing people, sucking blood, refining corpses, and picking bones and skins.

The innocent cultivation of the land is struggling, resisting, and despairing in pain,

This scene is black and white, but it is stained with blood.

Ink painting sighed slightly.

He continued to walk forward in the car, and there were several villages and villages along the way, and the fragrance was uninhabited.

Even the one who passed by was once quite lively and full of fireworks. Mo Hua had been shopping, ate noodles, and watched juggling in the small fairy city, but now it has become a ruin.

The ink painting looked slightly sad.

This is the disaster of the blood sacrifice—

When the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice formation is opened, an altar is needed to serve as the node of the Blood Sacrifice.

The altar in Gushan City was destroyed by ink paintings, and the altar in the small fishing village was also destroyed by ink paintings.

Therefore, both places of cultivation have survived the blood sacrifice disaster and there are no casualties.

But ink painting cannot remove all altars.

Some people survive, but they also mean some people are dying.

At present, these fairy cities and villages have suffered disasters and a large amount of innocent cultivation land. After being tortured and massacred by demon cultivators during the blood sacrifice, they were sacrificed to the altar with flesh and blood and despair.

The settlements of these monks have become ruins and uninhabited villages.

These people are life by life.

But because they are all under the ground, poor and humble, everyone is just sad and then they are over.

Some people don't even feel sad.

Because all they could see was the boring and cold numbers on the Daotingsi file.

Even many dead humble casual cultivators will not be included in the death statistics.

The unknown "majority" who truly endures pain, despair, and the cost of death in the great disasters of heaven and earth.

When they were alive, they were unknown.

After death, there was no sound, and it was buried silently in the mountains and forests.

Mo Hua looked compassionate, a little helpless, and a little powerless. Finally, she sighed and murmured:

"It's still not strong enough-"

Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

Only by constantly becoming stronger and becoming strong enough can we change the pattern of cultivating the world and even the luck of the people in the world.

Mo Hua looked up at the vast, vast, and endless sky, and proved that she was lost.

After leaving Kushan, the carriage was on the way, and after half a day, he finally returned to the Ganxuezhou area.

But Mo Hua did not return to Taixu Gate, but went to Guishui Gate first. As he expected, he found Yu Canghai, the elder who was once the Water Jail Gate, at Guishui Gate.

After the incident of the Shui Yanluo, Yu Canghai stayed in the Gu family to take a rest in order to avoid the limelight. Later, Mo Hua did not ask about it. As a result, in a blink of an eye, Yu Canghai became the elder of Guishuimen.

Yu Canghai was also a little surprised when he saw the ink painting, and then sighed:

"With the Gu family's endorsement and Gu Diansi's recommendation, I entered Guishuimen and became an elder."

"The former senior management of Guishuimen was cleaned up by Daoting. Most of the rest did not know my origin. They only thought I was the "eye-liner" installed by Daotingsi. They didn't dare to offend me and would not delve into my past."

"Most of the inheritance of Guishuimen is obtained from the Water Jailmen. I have to teach it easily, and it is not difficult for this elder to do it."

Mo Hua asked again: "Did you collect Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi?"

"Yes," Yu Canghai nodded, "I always have to keep these two children in front of me before I can rest assured-""

"If they can worship the inner sect in the future and become my personal disciples, then I will be legitimate and continue the inheritance of the Water Jail Sect."

"I can also be considered as such, and I have no regrets in this life. Under the nine fountains, I have also explained my ancestors and ancestors."

Speaking of this, Yu Canghai sighed and bowed to Mo Hua, "I have to thank my little brother for all this. Yu, I am very grateful."

Mo Hua nodded and didn't say anything.

Yu Canghai stood up and poured tea for Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took the teacup, took a sip, and suddenly said, "The water ban box is in my hands."

Yu Canghai was shocked, and the tea sprinkled with his hands. He raised his head and looked at the ink painting in disbelief.

"Water, water jail-...---"

Ink painting nodded.

Lost in the sea.

He had the idea of ​​being inadvertent, and guessed that this box might be in Mo Hua's hands.

But he just guessed this way and didn't really dare to think this way.

I never expected that this treasure forbidden object that has been passed down from the Sui Sect for countless generations has actually fallen into the hands of Mo Hua.

Moreover, after taking a sip of tea, Mo Hua said it out in front of him simply and directly.

Yu Canghai's heart was filled with storm. He held his fist, his eyes were thirsty, and he said tremblingly:

"That.-"

Mo Hua shook her head, "I can't give it to you now."

A deep feeling of loss surged on Yu Canghai's face, an unwilling reluctance and a hint of anger in his eyes.

But when he looked up and saw Mo Hua's bottomless gaze, Yu Canghai was angry and instantly disappeared without a trace.

Yu Canghai sighed and his face turned gray.

Mo Hua said lightly: "You should understand in your heart that I will give this thing to you, and you can't hold it. There is a slight news leaking,

You will bring you, even Xiao Shunzi, Xiao Shuizi, and even the entire fishing village to death. You should have experienced the feeling of being guilty of possessing a treasure."

"But this is the thing from the Jail Gate," Mo Hua said, "I can give it to you, but not now."

Yu Canghaiyi showed a hint of spirit in his dark eyes.

Mo Hua said: "One day you can cultivate to the point of eternity and be qualified to protect this box, I will give it to you."

Yu Canghai smiled bitterly, "I am not qualified and have been chasing me again, and I am hurting my foundation. I am afraid I will never be able to touch the edge of the feather in this life. How dare I have such a luxury?"

"That's your business." Mo Hua said.

Yu Canghai looked bitter and helpless.

Mo Hua thought about it and felt that it was a bit difficult for him, so he said, "It's okay for Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi to cultivate the golden elixir. Then I'll give you the box."

Yu Canghai nodded solemnly: "Okay."

Although the golden elixir is also difficult, it is much simpler than the feathering.

Moreover, it was his long wish to cultivate Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi into talents, and it did not conflict with the requirements of ink painting.

The only question is whether Mohua will break her promise.
To be continued...