Half a day later.

Canglang Mountain, Luopan Mountain Road.

A few people in Mo Hua came to a rugged rock beside the mountain road.

The three family disciples died here.

The body has been buried, but there are still faint traces of blood on some gravel and vegetation.

These blood stains were relatively concentrated. It was obvious that the deceased did not panic or struggle. He was killed instantly with one blow. At that time, all the blood flowed out and he fell straight down.

Moreover, according to people from Daotingsi, the disciples who died were inexplicably disemboweled after death, and their death conditions were also quite miserable.

Of course, in Mo Hua's eyes, this is actually nothing.

He is a monster hunter and has seen many bloody scenes since he was a child.

Mo Hua stared at the stones on the ground curiously, looking around with a strange look on his face.

Murong Caiyun said doubtfully:

"Junior brother, what are you looking at?"

Mo Hua pondered: "According to my experience, this Yin Lao Er definitely didn't want to kill these disciples on a temporary basis..."

"He was watching all the way for a long time. When he arrived at this remote place, he suddenly took action and killed him with one blow..."

"After killing someone, disembowel them..."

"This is either a habit of hiding the second child..."

"Either he wants to cover up something..."

Ink Hua held his chin, looking very "professional".

Murong Caiyun and others had subtle expressions.

"Your experience..."

"Junior brother, do you often do this kind of thing?"

Mo Hua nodded, suddenly startled, and immediately shook his head and said: "I am a serious monk! How could I possibly do something like 'killing people and stealing goods'?!"

Don't slander me, you guys!

"All right……"

Murong Caiyun didn't ask any further questions. She knew that her junior brother was very eccentric and sometimes had bad intentions, so it would be useless to ask.

"Can you find out the whereabouts of Yin Lao Er?"

Murong Caiyun asked everyone again.

Ouyang Feng glanced around with his spiritual consciousness and shook his head slightly, "After a few days, the remaining spiritual power is very weak, and I can't see anything..."

Shangguan Xu also said: "This is still in the mountains. The mountain wind, mist, miasma, and evil spirits are all mixed together, so it is even more difficult to distinguish the traces of the monks' spiritual power..."

"That hidden lad may have thought of this and started here."

Murong Caiyun frowned.

In this way, there will be no clues and it will be difficult to trace the case.

Mo Hua also frowned.

What he sensed with his spiritual consciousness, like everyone else, was that the remaining spiritual energy on the blood stains was very weak, and was mixed with the miasma and demonic energy from the mountains, making it somewhat mixed.

Mo Hua has a keen sense of consciousness, and he can distinguish these breaths clearly, but it is useless.

The traces of spiritual power left by Yin Lao Er are indeed too weak.

If this continues, I have no idea where Yin Lao Er has escaped.

"The traces are too faint..."

Mo Hua's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he thought of Lei Wen unconsciously.

Some things between heaven and earth do exist, but monks cannot see them when their spiritual awareness is not strong.

Like a thunder streak.

The secondary thunder patterns melted into the magnetic current are subtle and very obscure.

Ordinary monks cannot detect it at all, but that does not mean that secondary thunder patterns do not exist.

Similarly, just because the traces are too light does not mean that there are no clues...

All things in heaven and earth come into existence in one breath.

Spiritual power is one of the things in heaven and earth.

The law of formation contains the principles of everything in the world.

So, since the formation can be calculated, can all things in the world, including the spiritual power trajectory of the monks, also be "calculated"?

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, and he began to secretly use the divine calculations to sense the faint traces of spiritual power.

But after a while, I couldn't sense anything...

Spiritual power is still just spiritual power.

There is no change at all.

Ink painting does not believe in evil.

He felt that there must be some mysteries in the spiritual power. If he could not perceive it, it did not mean that it did not exist. It was just because his spiritual consciousness was not powerful enough...

Mo Hua's pupils were slightly dark, and he started the secret calculation again, forcibly increasing his own secret calculation.

After more than ten breaths, Mo Hua's expression was shocked.

He discovered that the traces of spiritual power left by Yin Lao Er began to undergo strange changes.

Those concrete spiritual powers began to produce inexplicable and illusory textures...

These textures are interlocking like chains of cause and effect...

It is very similar to those terrible nightmares that covet Yu'er, those deformed and twisted demons and ghosts, the chains of cause and effect they pull when they crawl out of the void...

The difference is that the demon's chain of cause and effect is gray-black and smells evil.

The traces of cause and effect that can be seen in the ink paintings are light blue, with fine lines and interlocking cycles...

Mo Hua was shocked.

Could this be...

The real divine calculation?

Heavenly secret calculations, calculations of all things in the sky, and thorough understanding of the principles of heaven and earth...

Starting from the formation of the manifestation of the great avenue, and then to the spiritual power of the essence of the formation;

The breath of spiritual power that pervades all things in heaven and earth;

And even the causal destiny of all people and things in the world, and finally calculate the secrets of heaven and fully understand the way of heaven?

This is...a divine calculation?!

Mo Hua felt that his mind was clear and his thoughts suddenly broadened. In an instant, he had a clear understanding of the secret of heaven.

But it was only for this moment. As the spiritual consciousness was consumed, this glimmer of enlightenment also gradually faded. In the vision of the spiritual consciousness, those textures of heaven and traces of cause and effect also gradually faded away.

"not good……"

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and quickly seized the time to continue to deduce Yin Lao Er's spiritual power.

The remaining spiritual power of Yin Lao Er gradually peeled off cause and effect, with overlapping textures and interlocking cycles, condensing into a trace of Qi, curling up from the spiritual power, and then extending into the distance like a guide...

Mo Hua perked up, stretched out his hand to point at Canglang Mountain to the west, and said decisively:

"He ran away into the mountains!"

Everyone was startled.

Murong Caiyun looked at Mo Hua with confusion and asked, "How do you know?"

Mo Hua thought for a while, made up a reason, and said seriously:

"If I were the murderer, I would run over there too!"

"..."

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

Ouyang Feng laughed and said gently:

"Okay, then we'll just listen to you, the 'little murderer', and go over and have a look..."

Murong Caiyun said helplessly:

"That's all."

Anyway, there are no other clues now, so let’s just listen to Mo Hua’s words and go to Canglang Mountain to the west to have a look.
To be continued...