Chapter 944 The commoner old man

On the lonely mountain, there are abandoned wells everywhere, and it is desolate.
The thin orphans in the city, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, bent over, picking up rough ore piece by piece with their dirty little hands on the dark ground.
Only in this way can they survive.
Beside them, the invisible Mo Hua quietly walked by, his expression a little gloomy.
Fortunately, Master Gu remembered his instructions and drew a first-grade wind pattern on the bamboo baskets of these orphans, which somewhat lightened their burden and prevented these orphans from being oppressed by the heavy ore and covered with bruises. .
For now, that's all he can do.
Mo Hua sighed, walked past the orphans who were collecting mines, and walked straight to the top of the mountain where the Shen family lived.
He has basically visited the entire Gushan and other places, except for the hilltop where the Shen family lives, he has not been there yet.
There must be something strange about that hilltop.
Mo Hua wanted to go invisible and take a look.
After walking for a while, the field of vision suddenly widened, and the Shen family's continuous mines appeared in front of them.
These mines are large and magnificent, occupying almost half of the Gushan Mountain, and the planning is relatively neat, and the mines are wide and wide.
These are the traces left by the excavation of large spiritual machines.
A whole circle of warning formations was set up around the perimeter of the Shen family's mine. Inside the mine, some Shen family cultivators were stationed and occasionally patrolled around.
The formation is of the second level, and the Shen family cultivators are only building the foundation.
This is an abandoned mine. No ore can be extracted and it is no longer profitable. Naturally, it is impossible to send Elder Jindan to guard it.
Even having a foundation station to guard it is considered a luxury.
But the foundation-building cultivators couldn't stop Mo Hua at all, let alone those second-level formations.
With a stroke of Mo Hua's finger and a flash of ink, the formation at the boundary of the mine was cracked and a gap opened on its own.
Mo Hua passed through the gap and approached the Shen family mine.
As soon as he set foot on the land of the mine, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly darkened, and there seemed to be countless desperate wailing sounds, but in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared. Mo Hua looked around, and there was nothing unusual around him.
The sun above our heads is still bright.
But Mo Hua always felt that the sunlight shining on his body was a bit cold.
With a gloomy expression in Mo Hua, he stepped on the rocks, avoiding the patrolling Shen family cultivators, as well as the sporadic traps and formations nearby, and walked around the Shen family mines.
He has stepped on most of the hills.
The mines in the mountains were dug very deep, and most of them were closed, making it impossible to go deep. He could only take a brief look.
But after looking for a long time, I still found nothing.
With his spiritual consciousness and sense of cause and effect, he couldn't find any clues.
'How come there are no clues...'
Mo Hua frowned.
Seeing that it was getting late and the sun was setting, he left the Shen family's mine first.
When he arrived at the edge of the mine, Mo Hua pointed his finger, and the ink patterns intertwined again, repairing the broken formation and covering up his traces.
Then he came to a nearby mountain peak, climbed up and had a panoramic view of the Shen family mine.
As he watched, Mo Hua suddenly remembered what Xie Ling said to him:
'Cultivation of the art of Kanyu, sensing the energy of heaven and earth, discerning the energy of mountains and rivers, and determining the tombs of life and death...'
'The Qi of heaven and earth, the Qi of mountains and rivers...what exactly are they?'
Mo Hua slowly closed his eyes, let go of his consciousness, calmed down, let go of his ego, and with the belief that 'heaven and man are one', he felt the heaven and earth, and searched for the so-called qi of heaven and earth and the qi of mountains and rivers.
Everything in the world disappears.
The sky looks down at the people, and the earth is vast and boundless.
A sense of mystery arises spontaneously.
There is indeed a wisp of white Qi between heaven and earth.
Mo Hua vaguely felt that he seemed to have comprehended something, but he didn't know whether his comprehension was correct or not.
With the thought of just in case, Mo Hua followed this energy and moved forward.
The air movement rises and falls along the mountains, elusive and uncertain.
Mo Huas also follow the movement of Qi and travel through the mountains.
After walking in this way for a whole circle, the energy disappeared. Mo Hua looked intently. The surrounding mountain scenery was relatively unfamiliar, but it was still desolate and unremarkable.
This ray of energy brought him to a dead end.
Mo Hua shook his head.
'Sure enough, there is nothing so cheap. You can learn anything without learning...'
Mo Hua turned around to leave, but just as he turned his head, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a person sitting at the foot of the hillside in the distance.
This man is an old man, wearing civilian clothes, and he doesn't look like a mine repairman.
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, removed his concealment technique, and walked towards the old man in cloth clothes.
Walking closer and seeing clearly, Mo Hua discovered that the old man had a thin build, a slightly dark face, and bright eyes. His cultivation level was probably at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
The old man was sitting cross-legged on the rock, looking at the distant mountains, wondering what he was thinking.
Seeing someone coming, he frowned, turned around and saw Mo Hua of a talented person. After being a little surprised, his eyes lit up and he said:
'It's a deserted place in the mountains. It's really fate to meet my little friend.'
His voice was hoarse but kind.
Mo Hua seemed to be relieved and asked: 'Senior, what are you doing here?'
'I'm looking at the mountains,' the old man said.
'Looking at the mountains?' Mo Hua looked around, a little puzzled, 'The surrounding barren mountains and dry water are all bare. What's there to see?'
The old man shook his head, 'Everything in the world has appearances on the outside and doorways on the inside. High mountains, dangerous mountains and dangerous waters, barren mountains and dry water, are all appearances and mountain shapes. But under the mountain shape, there are still mountains, and under the mountains, there are Leyline.”
Leylines...
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Mo Hua was stunned and praised: 'Old senior, you know so much.'
'Excuse me.' The old man said calmly, then he thought for a moment and then said, 'I wonder where you are, little friend? Why are you here alone in this barren mountain?'
Mo Hua cupped his hands and said: 'I am a disciple of a small sect nearby. I am studying with my teacher. I passed by Gushan, so I went to the mountain to have a look. Unexpectedly, I was careless and took the wrong mountain road, so I ended up here and met my senior.'
A smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, 'In that case, my little friend and I are really destined to be together.'
'It is indeed fate,' Mo Hua nodded, and then sat down cross-legged, imitating the old man and looking into the distance, but there were only barren mountains and nothing else in the distance.
Mo Hua retracted his gaze, turned his head, and looked in front of the old man.
In front of the old man was a ball of sand, with several lines painted on the sand.
Mo Hua said in surprise: 'Old senior, are you an array master?'
The old man raised his eyebrows and said, 'Little brother, do you still know the formation?'
Mo Hua said shyly: 'I know a little bit.'
The old man became interested, 'Where did my little brother learn from you?'
'I dare not say 'teacher',' Mo Hua said modestly, 'I just learned a little bit from the sect's teaching place.'
The old man nodded and praised: 'Nowadays, people in the world are exaggerated, and they love false fame. They learn one point but only play ten points. Xiaoyou comes from a sect, and it is really commendable that he can be so humble.'
Mo Hua was a little embarrassed and said, 'Senior, you are so complimentary.'
Then he looked at the formation patterns on the sand in front of the old man, and asked more humbly:
'Old senior, I seem to have never seen these formations before, and my sect has never taught them. They look very profound. I wonder if there is anything special about them?'
The old man took a deep look at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua also looked at the old man, his eyes clear.
I don’t know if it was influenced by this “clear” temperament, but the old man’s love for talents suddenly grew. He stroked his beard and said:
'We are destined to meet each other. Today I will teach you some secret formation inheritance that even the four major sects and eight gates may not be able to include.'
Mo Hua opened his mouth, his innocent face full of shock.
The old man pointed to the lines on the ground and asked Mo Hua: 'Can you tell what kind of formation lines these are?'
Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, 'It's a bit like the Five Elements Earth Element Pattern...but not exactly like it.'
The old man nodded, 'Yes, this is the ground formation.'
Ground formation...
Mo Hua's expression changed, and he was really shocked now.
'Senior, what is this formation used for?' Mo Hua humbly asked for advice.
'There are many types of ground formations and they have many uses,' the old man said, 'but the most common ones are related to the earth.'
The old man pointed to the abandoned mine ahead, 'For example, there are many ground formations buried in the mountains ahead.'
Mo Hua's heart was moved, and then he pretended not to know and asked: 'Do you mean that we need to use ground formations to mine mines?'
'No.' The old man shook his head.
'That's... to detect mineral veins, do you need to use ground formations?'
'No.'
'Then...' Mo Hua frowned.
The old man looked solemn and said in a deep voice: 'It's a tomb.'
Mo Hua murmured: 'Tomb...'
'Yes,' the old man said with emotion as he looked at the mountains in the distance, 'the earth tolerates all things, not only the living, but also the dead.'
'When a person is alive, he is born on the earth, and after death, he sleeps under the earth.'
'But the living do not leave the dead in peace.'
'If the dead want to be at peace, they must build tombs and draw formations. With the power of formations, the tombs can be hidden in the earth's veins, blended into the earth, be close to the Tao Yun, and gain the protection of heaven and earth, thus staying away from the causal entanglements of living people.'
'This type of formation is the ground formation.'
'The ground formation...' Mo Hua was in a daze, then suddenly realized and said in surprise, 'You said that there are ground formations buried in the mountains in front of you, doesn't it mean... that there are tombs buried in the mines in front of you?'
The old man nodded, 'Not bad.'
'But...' Mo Hua frowned, 'There must be a mine ahead. There are so many mines, how can there be tombs?'
'Besides, those mountains are unremarkable. If there are tombs built, how could they not be visible at all?'
The old man said with a smile: 'A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door. Under the impetuous appearance, there is a deep door. Outsiders know nothing about it, so naturally they can't see anything.'
'Expert...' Mo Hua muttered to himself, and asked in a low voice: 'Senior, what exactly do you do?'
The old man smiled softly and did not answer.
Mo Hua looked a little worried and wanted to get up quietly, but when he turned around, he found three people walking from a distance.
The three of them were all short in stature and were wearing cloth clothes with some earthy smell on them.
They all deliberately restrained their auras, but Mo Hua could sense that these three people were all of the same color, all of them were golden elixirs, and their spiritual energy aura was a bit weird.
Mo Hua then stood up, cupped his hands and said:
'I benefited a lot from listening to what my senior said. It's getting late, so it's time for the teacher to find me, so I'll leave first.'
But the old man shook his head, 'You can't leave.'
Mo Hua's face changed slightly, 'Senior, what do you mean?'
'For no reason, why do you think I have to tell you so many things?'
'Isn't this... because we are destined?'
The commoner old man laughed, 'Little brother, you are young, I will teach you one thing: when walking in the world of cultivation, don't talk to strangers.'
'The cultivation world is dangerous. You have no idea who the person is talking to you.'
'You don't even know what their intentions are?'
'Just like now, you don't even know who I am...'
The commoner old man's aura changed, and there was no trace of kindness, and a gloomy smile like a vulture appeared on his face.
Mo Hua wanted to run, but in the blink of an eye, three golden elixirs had surrounded him, blocking his escape direction.
'Some people really throw themselves into a trap.'
'We have been looking outside for a long time, but we haven't found any good products. But we didn't expect it, and there are idiots who came to our door...'
'Mr. Pi is so lucky...'
'The skin is tender and the meat is tender, the cultivation level is not low, the appearance is really good...'
Mo Hua looked flustered, 'I... I am a disciple of the sect, and the elder of the sect is in the city. Are you afraid of offending the elder if you attack me?'
Several people were unmoved.
One of them sneered and said: 'What good sect can be found near Gushan City? Also, considering your spiritual power, you will only have a middle-grade spiritual root if you die. With this qualification, what good sect can you join?'
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Mo Hua felt a little unhappy.
However, with three golden elixirs and one at the pinnacle of foundation building, if they really fight, I will definitely not be my opponent.
'Sneak away first, then call someone to come, find a way to catch these thieves, throw them into the prison, torture them slowly, and ask them to understand their intentions...'
Mo Hua gradually made up his mind, but on the surface, he still looked panicked:
'I...I'm just a foundation-building disciple. If you catch me, it won't be of any use.'
Mo Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness, searching for the weaknesses of several people, thinking of escaping with water shadows.
'Why is it useless? You are of great use. Without you, we...'
'Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about? Catch the person first.'
A few people were about to take action, but were stopped by the old man, 'Wait a minute, this kid is so skinny and tender. Once he makes a move and gets hurt or killed by mistake, he will be useless...'
'I'll be careful.'
'You can't be careful...you guys are so rough.'
'It's really troublesome.'
'Nonsense, there are a lot of things to pay attention to when offering that thing. The essence, spirit, skin, blood, flesh and bones must be all intact. There must be no injuries, otherwise the door may not be able to be opened...'
'It's hard to find one in this barren mountain. If you accidentally kill him, where can you find the second one?'
'Too……'
Mo Hua paused and frowned slightly.
The old man in cloth clothes looked at Mo Hua, and his tone became gentler:
'Little friend, you are so young, so we won't embarrass you. Let's do this. You do us a favor honestly. After the job is done, we will let you go and give you a big gift to cover your food and clothing for the rest of your life. No worries, no worries about spiritual stones, success in cultivating the Tao.'
Mo Hua shook his head: 'I don't believe it.'
'Boy, don't you understand the situation...' One person sneered and wanted to attack Mo Hua.
The old man stopped him with a stern look, then looked at Mo Hua and said slowly:
'Little brother, let me tell you the truth. In this situation, you have no other choice...'
'Either we kill you now, throw your body into the mine, and be eaten clean by the mountain demon. Your parents, your sect elders, will never find you.'
'Either you come with us and do us a small favor. When it's done, I'll keep you alive and give you some benefits.'
When Mo Hua heard that his bones were going to be thrown into the mine, his face turned pale for a while. After being frightened for a while, he finally seemed to accept his fate and asked:
'You...don't lie to me?'
'I won't lie to you.'
'After it's done, will you really benefit me?'
The old man turned his head and said to one of the big men: 'Bring something out.'
The big man was slightly startled, 'What?'
'You can dig it out from below, take it out at will.' The old man said.
The big man was a little reluctant, but he still touched his sleeves, took out a small jade piece, and threw it to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua took it and found that this jade was ink jade color, with cold tentacles and a damp cold air of yin and death.
'This is just a fraction. If you are obedient and do things in a down-to-earth manner, there will be more benefits in the future.' The old man said.
Mo Hua believed it now. He accepted the jade device and nodded: 'Okay.'
The old man looked satisfied, nodded, and then said to the big man next to him: 'Take out a pair of shackles and cuff him.'
Mo Hua was startled, 'Why are you cuffing me?'
'Don't be afraid, this is just in case.' The old man said, 'If you are really obedient, I will untie you later.'
'oh……'
The big man took out a pair of heavy shackles and tried to put them on Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's eyelids twitched.
Third grade shackles? !
'No, I'm handcuffed. I'm sure I can't escape. Life and death are in the hands of others...' Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, 'I still have to escape first, and I'll try my best later.'
But before he could really escape, the commoner old man frowned and said, 'What are you doing with the third-grade shackles? Do you want to tire him to death?'
'Didn't I say that there should be no damage to the skin, blood, bones, and flesh? He just built the foundation and replaced it with a second-grade one.'
'Okay.' The big man said, and then changed to a second-grade one.
Mo Hua was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and obediently let the group of people cuff him.
'Let's go.' The old man said.
So the old man led the way, and a group of five people walked towards an abandoned mine not far away.
Around the mine, there are excavated stone chips that are both new and old, as well as long and narrow crane beak chisels.
Mo Hua had a thought in his mind.
These traces were almost identical to those he had seen on Lonely Mountain before. It seemed that these people were indeed the group of tomb robbers.
'Did they really find a tomb in the mine?'
'Are they taking themselves with them to the grave?'
'But why do you have to take yourself with you? You also require spirit, spirit, skin, blood, flesh and bones, intact. Could it be...'
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
Approaching the entrance of the mine, several people took out their spiritual weapons and prepared to dig something, but before they started, one of the golden elixirs said:
'Wait, there's someone!'
Everyone was shocked, turned around, followed the sound, and saw a group of people walking not far away.
The person in front of him was a young man, dressed luxuriously, with an arrogant face and an angry look on his face.
Mo Hua recognized this person as Shen Qingsheng.
Behind him, there were five or six Shen family cultivators.
Shen Qingsheng saw Mo Hua from a long distance away, pointed his finger and said sharply:
'Mo! I finally caught you. You are dead today!'
(End of chapter)

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