One ticket is worth one hundred thousand spiritual stones.

Mo Hua turned around and looked around.

Most of the shops in the market are small vendors, and the business they do mostly involves the entry and exit of one or two spiritual stones.

Despite this, they lived hard and worked hard without complaining.

In this world, some monks rely on a few spiritual stones to survive.

But there are also monks who squander hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands for temporary pleasure.

There is a lantern festival in Yanshui City, and there is a lot of traffic and it looks prosperous.

But is this prosperity really prosperity?

In the bustling world, who would even look at these poor monks?

The pupils of the ink paintings are shrunken, and the feeling in his heart is hard to describe.

"The way of man is not to lose enough but to be rewarded with more than enough."

The so-called "prosperity" itself may only be a manifestation of humane "exploitation" to a certain extent.

Things that go to extremes must reverse, and things that reach their extremes must decline.

The prosperity that comes from exploitation is essentially just a process of "decline".

Mo Hua inexplicably thought of the ancestor of the Qian family in Daheishan, and the uncle who raised the "Dao evil", and sighed silently.

…

After eating, Mo Hua was still wandering around Yanshui City.

But there is still no progress in the Yanzhizhou matter.

"How about going to Uncle Gu and hanging out with him?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and shook his head.

There are many people in the Daoting Division at Uncle Gu's side, so we must not do this kind of secret investigation with them.

Eggs cannot be put in one basket.

Moreover, Uncle Gu must not be allowed to know that he was refused boarding because he "did not look like someone who visited a brothel."

"What should we do?"

Mo Hua thought about it and couldn't think of a way, so he decided to do a fortune telling.

He found a teahouse, asked for a private room, ordered a pot of cloud tea, and then took out three copper coins amid the mist.

"What? Rouge Zhou?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and then wanted to throw a copper coin, but for a moment, he suddenly felt a panic in his heart.

There seems to be black and purple cause and effect entangled in front of me, a huge poppy flower, opening its mouth wide, trying to swallow itself...

Mo Hua's pupils trembled, he clenched the copper coins tightly and stopped the divination.

"It can't be counted..."

The three words "rouge boat" seem to contain great cause and effect.

It seems that once you forget it, something will be touched, someone will notice it, and you will encounter some unknown dangers...

The scene just now is an intuitive omen of cause and effect.

“If you can’t calculate it, what should you do?”

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then suddenly thought that it wasn't that it couldn't be counted, but that the three words "Rouge Boat" couldn't be counted.

Rouge Zhou cannot be calculated. If you calculate it, there will be hidden dangers of cause and effect. It does not mean that other things cannot be calculated.

You can make some insinuations and start with other things.

What else?

Water Yama? Guishui Gate? Yanshuihe Altar?

The causes and effects of these contaminations seem to be quite large...

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.

"Senior Sister Ye!"

Senior Sister Ye may be just an "insignificant" victim in the Rouge Zhou incident, but her cause and effect can be used as a lead.

Mo Hua opened his palms again and silently recited "Ye Jin's death" in his heart, then threw up the copper coin. When the copper coin fell and returned to his palm, Mo Hua looked at the hexagrams.

Two positives and one negative.

Two of the positive copper coins are stacked on top of each other.

"What's the meaning?"

Mo Hua was a little confused.

After all, he does not have a systematic inheritance of heavenly secrets, and he cannot understand the basic divination signs of copper coins.

Does this mean there are two murderers?

One positive and one negative.

But why are there two positive copper coins stacked on top of each other?

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out, so he decided to make it simpler.

"The murderer who killed Ye Jin..."

No, Senior Sister Ye Jin committed suicide.

The murderer who drove her to death?

There may be many people, it’s hard to calculate...

Then it can only be counted as "people related to Ye Jin..."

Mo Hua tossed the copper coins again, and this time the hexagram was much simpler. Three copper coins were connected into a line, with white causal energy floating on it.

What it should be pointing to is...the direction?

Mo Hua guessed blindly and felt that his calculation should be correct.

He put away the copper coins, paid for the tea, and left the teahouse. He followed the direction of the white cause and effect qi machine on the copper coins and kept walking forward.

Passing through the streets, passing through the market, arriving at the ferry, and crossing rows of colorful spirit boats, the cause and effect energy finally lingered in front of a significantly smaller and somewhat old cruise ship.

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at it carefully.

There is no obvious mark on this ship, so I don’t know what sect it belongs to or which family it belongs to.

Moreover, this boat is obviously old and has an old layout. I don’t know what it was used for before, but now it has been temporarily converted into a pleasure boat.

The ship itself, among all the gorgeous cruise ships, is not very eye-catching.

At this time, the flow of people is intertwined, some people get on the boat, and some people get off the boat, but tokens are required for entry and exit.

"Is there the cause and effect of Senior Sister Ye Jin on this ship?"

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

There was a developing array on the ship, but he didn't have a token, so he couldn't get in, so he had to find a tea shop nearby, sit and drink tea and observe for a while.

About half an hour later, Mo Hua, who was drinking tea, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He looked up and saw a monk in green clothes getting off the boat.

This man is of middle age, and his cultivation level is probably around the peak of Foundation Establishment. His hair is half white, his expression is calm, his eyes are indifferent, but there is a trace of sadness and stubbornness in his eyes.

The monks passing by saluted him and greeted him.

He returned the favor one by one.

"Shui Yan Luo?" Mo Hua's eyes were sharp, and then he secretly said, "It doesn't seem to be..."

Shui Yanluo had one of his arms chopped off by Uncle Gu, and the injury was serious.

There were no scars on the monk in green clothes.

The aura on his body is also different from Shui Yanluo.

While he was thinking about it, the monk in green got off the boat and walked straight to a nearby restaurant.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and then followed him. He saw the monk in Tsing Yi going up to the second floor alone and entering a private room. He seemed to be discussing something with someone. After a while, two other monks came down.

These two monks were wearing casual clothes, but Mo Hua could sense the strong aura of water spiritual power on their bodies.

"He's from Guishuimen..."

Moreover, these two people muttered as they walked:

"This old guy doesn't bargain for the price when hiring his boat..."

"...a big deal..."

It seems that they are discussing a business deal.
To be continued...