Asking About Longevity Chapter 837

Chapter 837 Hatred

As the Lantern Festival approaches, Yanshui City is very lively.

The streets were busy with traffic, monks of all kinds criss-crossed each other, and the streets were densely packed with people.

Mo Hua and the others found a small restaurant and asked for a private room. After making sure no one was eavesdropping, they started talking quietly.

"At this juncture, the sect doesn't seem to want to sail..."

"But the commotion down there is quite big. After all, everyone is counting on this to make extra money."

"What's more, the limelight has passed, and Daotingsi has also stopped its efforts. No action has been seen."

"As for the Daoting higher up, it has always been a show-off. If something happened, I would get some spiritual stones to accommodate it, and then it would be easy to deal with it."

"Some other aristocratic families are also putting pressure on us. After all, it's not us...it's not the Guishuimen family that eats this meal, others also have to eat meat..."

"Therefore, the ship is still sailing this time, but it is more hidden."

Wang Chen told Mo Hua everything he knew.

Mo Hua nodded, and seeing Wang Chen's worried face, he said:

"Don't worry, I've left a record for you with Daotingsi. You were coerced by the sect to do such a thing. As long as you don't have second thoughts and don't make big mistakes, the Guishui Gate incident will happen when the time comes. , can be exempted from guilt.”

Wang Chen was overjoyed, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you..."

He looked at the ink painting and didn't know what to call it.

Hao Xuan then reminded him: "Little senior brother."

"Oh," Wang Chen also shouted in confusion, "Thank you, little senior brother."

Mo Hua nodded and accepted it as acquiescence.

"All the boats in Guishuimen will be anchored during the day, and after sunset, around You hour, they will set off together and sail into the Yanshui River."

"Some of the boats are normal cruise ships for tourists to put on lights and enjoy the scenery; while the other part looks the same, but has a different destination and completely different uses..."

Wang Chen said to Mo Hua.

"Do you want to wait until sunset..." Mo Hua murmured.

Wang Chen nodded, "But you can get on the boat in advance. I have agreed with the senior brother in charge that I can take you there in advance. You can play on the boat for a while and get familiar with the situation first. When the time comes, you will naturally follow the boat. , sailing to the destination together.”

"Is your senior brother reliable?" Cheng Mo asked.

Wang Chen considered it and said: "He is actually not very reliable, but he is very greedy for money. I gave him some spiritual stones. For the sake of the spiritual stones, he should be reliable."

"Okay." Mo Hua nodded.

After the discussion, Wang Chen brought Mo Hua and the others to a huge, exquisite and luxurious cruise ship.

In front of the cruise ship, there are Guishui Sect disciples guarding it, and tourists can board the cruise ship with their tokens.

"Senior Brother, wait a moment."

Wang Chen said to Mo Hua and others, then he ran to the front of the boat and said something to a senior brother from Guishuimen.

The senior brother glanced at Mo Hua and the others from a distance, nodded slightly, and then waved to them.

Mo Hua and others stepped forward.

"Come with me..."

Senior Brother Guishuimen said, and then he led the way.

But he did not bring Mo Hua and the others on board, but took them to a nearby, quiet, small warehouse with no one around, and said:

"One hundred thousand spiritual stones per person."

Mo Hua was surprised, "So expensive?"

Senior brother Guishuimen said disdainfully, "Do you know where you are going? What a place of ecstasy and enjoyment it is? One hundred thousand spirit stones are all discounted. This is for the sake of junior brother Wang, otherwise it would be less It's said to be 110,000.”

Mo Hua was a little tangled, and finally reluctantly said: "Okay..."

This was all for investigating the case. If it were him, he wouldn't spend this unjust spiritual stone on being beaten to death.

And he planned to ask Uncle Gu to "reimburse" him afterwards.

Hao Xuan and the others also felt a little sad, but they were all descendants of aristocratic families and could not afford to pay. Moreover, Mo Hua said that this was a commission from Daotingsi, and they could earn a lot of merit.

Merit cannot be exchanged for spiritual stones.

As long as you can earn meritorious deeds, it's worth spending some spiritual stones.

If the spiritual stones are not enough, you can also use some valuable spiritual weapons of equal value to offset them.

Everyone handed a storage bag filled with spiritual stones or spiritual weapons to the senior brother of Guishui Gate.

But when it was the turn of the ink painting, Brother Guishuimen stared at the ink painting, looking left and right, thinking for a moment, then suddenly changed his mind, shook his head and said:

"He can't."

"Why isn't it working?" Wang Chen asked doubtfully.

Senior Brother Guishuimen looked serious, "You know where I took you, right?"

"Look at him like this," he pointed at the ink painting and lowered his voice, "...does he look like someone who visits a brothel?"

Mo Hua couldn't stand it anymore.

Even if I was rejected once, I was rejected twice in a row.

Mo Hua said angrily: "Why don't I look like a prostitute?!"

Situ Jian quickly pulled his sleeves, looking dumbfounded.

This is not a good thing either...

There is no need to fight for this.

But Brother Guishuimen just wouldn't let Mo Hua get on the boat, even if he said anything, not even if he added spiritual stones.

Wang Chen couldn't even plead for mercy.

"Senior brother, although I have this little hobby and like to earn some spiritual stones, the above rules cannot be broken, at least they cannot be made too obvious."

"His face is too tender, it won't work, it really won't work..."

In the end, the conversation was fruitless, and there was really no other way. Mo Hua could only be left alone and watched helplessly as Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and Hao Xuan boarded the boat.

Mo Hua was a little angry, but also a little worried about Hao Xuan and the others.

Fortunately, he had prepared some means beforehand.

The three of them, Cheng Mo, all had formations that he had prepared in advance for self-defense to avoid accidents.

In addition, Mo Hua also gave each of them a set of armor to avoid water, and taught them some tricks to repel water and avoid monsters, so that they could jump off the ship and run away once they found out that the situation was not good.

There is also a messenger in Situ Jian's hand.

This is for the exclusive use of Daotingsi. Mo Hua specially obtained it from Gu Changhuai.

Yanshui City is far away from Taixu Gate, and without the Yuanci Center, on the Yanshui River, no matter how weak the Yuanci is, Taixu Order may not be able to pass the message.

Therefore, this kind of summons that does not rely on the metamagnetic array and can be used for one-to-one communication within a certain range is very necessary.

As for Mo Hua himself, he could only find another way to get in.

Mo Hua walked around outside.

In Yanshui City, there are branches of the Yanshui River flowing through it, so there are many ferries in the city. Nowadays, there are many exquisite cruise ships on each ferry.

These cruise ships all go down the Yanshui River together at the same time.

But the problem is that from the outside, all the boats are mixed together and colorful, and it is impossible to distinguish which ones are normal cruise ships and which ones are "rouge boats" with hidden romance.

After you find it, you have to sneak in again.

Mo Hua tried several times, but found that he could neither find Rouge Boat nor have any good way to sneak into the cruise ship.

Seeing that the sun was approaching noon, he had no choice but to find a place to fill his stomach and see if he had any other ideas after eating.

The time was limited and it was convenient to draw pictures with ink, so I just found a snack shop near Fangshi, picked a few favorite side dishes, ate noodles, and was full.

When checking out, there were five spirit stones in total.

The shop owner held five spiritual stones with a smile on his face and kept saying good things to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua suddenly felt a little startled.

five…

Ordinary monks who work hard usually earn spiritual stones one by one, and when they spend spiritual stones, they also spend them one by one.

But on a cruise ship.

One ticket is worth one hundred thousand spirit 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 complaint.

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?

Mo Hua's pupils shrank, and the feeling in his heart was hard to describe.

"The way of man is to give more than you can lose."

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

The extremes of things must reverse, the extremes of things 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 Yan Zhizhou's 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 go with them for such a secret investigation.

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 in the mist.

"What is it? Rouge Zhou?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and then wanted to toss the coins, but in an instant, he suddenly felt a panic in his heart.

There seemed to be black and purple cause and effect entangled in front of his eyes, a huge poppy flower, opening its mouth wide, trying to swallow him... Mo Hua's pupils were shocked, 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 we can't calculate it, what should we do?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then suddenly thought that it wasn't that it couldn't be counted, but that the 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 take a sideways approach and start with other things.

What else?

Water Yama? Guishuimen? Yanshui River 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 an introduction.

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 forward facing copper coins are stacked together.

"What's the meaning?"

Mo Hua was a little confused.

After all, he did not have a systematic inheritance of heavenly secrets, and he could not 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 a copper coin again, and this time the hexagram was much simpler. Three copper coins were connected into a line, with white causal energy floating on it.

It should be pointing to... 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 its layout is a bit old. I don't know what it was used for before, but now it has been temporarily converted into a cruise ship.

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 a cause and effect caused by Senior Sister Ye Jin on this ship?"

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

There was a development 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 person is of middle age, with cultivation around the peak of foundation building. 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 Yama.

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 went up to the second floor alone and entered a private room. He seemed to be discussing something with others. 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 even haggle over the price when hiring his boat..."

"...a big deal..."

It seems that they are discussing a business deal.

Although their voices were low, Mo Hua still heard them.

After the two people left, Mo Hua pondered for a while, and then he started to have a plan in his heart.

He got up and went up to the second floor, found the private room of the monk in blue, and pushed the door open without any pretense.

In the private room, the monk in Tsing Yi, who was frowning in deep thought, looked slightly angry when he saw that the room suddenly opened and he was disturbed.

But after seeing Mo Hua's face, he couldn't help but be startled.

"It seems that we... don't know this young master?"

The monk in green said with a serious look.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, you know me now..."

Mo Hua was not long-winded and went straight to the point, "I would like to ask you to do me a small favor."

The monk in green frowned and asked tentatively: "What are you busy with?"

Mo Hua said slowly: "Take me on the boat. I will go wherever you go tonight."

When the monk in green clothes heard this, his expression changed and he immediately sneered:

"Young Master, please don't joke. Ye's boat is already full and cannot carry the Young Master."

After saying that, he rolled his sleeves, stood up and left.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Ye Hong!"

The monk in Tsing Yi was stunned, turned to look at Mo Hua, and said solemnly: "Do you know Ye?"

Then he thought about it for a moment and suddenly realized.

If he didn't know himself, he wouldn't have come to his door so openly.

He looked at the ink painting again.

Mo Hua did not wear the sect's Taoist robes, only ordinary clothes. Although his clothes were simple, his face was as handsome as jade, his eyes were as clear as water, and his demeanor was even more unusual. Compared with himself, a person who has been an elder in the clan all year round, his aura was much more impressive. Not to mention too much.

The monk in green knew that this young man had an unknown origin and was afraid that he would not be offended, so he said:

"It's useless even if the young master knows Ye. The boat is already full and can't carry anyone else. The young master wants to take care of himself. Ye takes his leave..."

The monk in green bowed his hands perfunctorily, stood up and left.

He didn't look sideways or glanced at Mo Hua. He passed by Mo Hua and was about to walk out of the private room when he heard Mo Hua's cold voice saying from behind:

"Your children must be dead..."

The monk in green shuddered, suddenly turned around, looked at the ink painting with red eyes, and said in a trembling voice:

"You...who are you?"

Mo Hua just said calmly: "Do you want to take revenge?"

The monk in green suppressed his emotions and said calmly:

"Birth, old age, illness and death are the normal conditions of life. Life comes with death, and this is true for everyone in the world. My children are just one step ahead of me..."

Mo Hua said: "Your son died on the Yanshui River. The boat was overturned, his throat was cut, and he was bitten and devoured by the water monster and died..."

"Your daughter died in the sect. She lit a fire and burned herself alive in order to turn into a ghost in pain and despair and take revenge on the person who killed her..."

Every word in the ink painting is like a sharp knife, piercing the man's heart.

The man clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh. Finally, he sighed and said indifferently:

"They're already dead, so what's the use of this? I'm just hanging on for the rest of my life..."

"No," Mo Hua shook his head, looked at the monk in green, and said silently, "You want revenge."

He could sense the deep anger and boundless hatred in the man's soul.

When a person reaches middle age, his children both die.

This unwilling hatred was as red as blood.

The monk in Tsing Yi was exposed by Mo Hua's secret that had been hidden for a long time. His expression suddenly changed, and there was even a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

But Mo Hua said calmly: "If you don't believe me, you will never be able to get revenge in your life."

I can never take revenge in my life...

I will never be able to take revenge in my life!

This sentence seemed to offend the monk in green. He looked sulky, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time surged up in his heart, and he even felt a little out of his mind.

For just a moment, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked at Mo Hua fiercely, as if he regarded Mo Hua as his enemy.

There was no emotion or anger in the ink painting, and the golden sword light flashed slightly in his eyes.

As soon as his eyes touched the sword light, in an instant, the murderous intention and anger that had been suppressed for an unknown amount of time in the monk's eyes suddenly collapsed like an avalanche.

He only felt a tingling sensation in his consciousness and his mind was dizzy.

But Mo Hua's hand was very gentle, and he only clicked to the end. After a while, the man came back to his senses, his anger dissipated, and his mind became clear.

He glanced at Mo Hua with lingering fear, with deep fear in his eyes:

"Who...are you?"

Mo Hua looked calm and said nothing.

The man knew in his heart that Mo Hua did not want to reveal his identity for the time being, so he stopped asking.

Then he frowned and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said slowly:

"Okay, as long as I can avenge my wronged children, I can do anything..."

(End of chapter)

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