Chapter 216 Ancestor

"The Dao Prison does not allow monks to enter at will. Ordinary monks, it is best not to go in for the rest of their lives. It is not a good place.

Mo Hua nodded, feeling that what Zhang Lan said made sense.

He wants to be a good monk who "obeys the law". He shouldn't go into a place like Taoist Prison if he can't help it.

There are many formations inside and outside Daotingsi.

These formations are relatively obscure and of high quality. Some of them can be seen in the ink paintings, but some cannot.

I didn’t dare to look too carefully at the ink paintings.

After all, this is Daotingsi. If you see some formations that you shouldn't see, it will be troublesome.

Zhang Lan brought the ink painting to Chief Zhou and bowed respectfully.

Mo Hua also saluted, then secretly raised his head and looked at Chief Zhou.

Headmaster Zhou is very old, with gray hair, a slightly stooped figure, and a kind face, but he still has the dignity of a superior when he looks around.

Boss Zhou looked at the ink painting, nodded, and couldn't help but praise a few words.

Mo Hua also politely complimented Chief Zhou a few times, picking up what Zhang Lan had told him, and applying what he learned now, such as "stable rule", "hard work", "outstanding achievements" and so on.

As expected, the smile on Boss Zhou's face became even brighter.

He looked at Zhang Lan and said, "This kid is really smart."

Zhang Lan smiled, with mixed feelings:

"Isn't he smart? I told him all these flattering words, and in the blink of an eye he used them all..."

Headmaster Zhou asked about the formation again.

Mo Hua answered truthfully.

However, Chief Zhou himself was not proficient in formations, and he only asked questions that seemed profound but were actually quite simple. Mo Hua answered easily.

Boss Zhou was even more satisfied, looking at Mo Hua with eyes full of appreciation.

That's enough. It's just a casual greeting, and there's nothing else to talk about in depth.

Chief Zhou was in charge of the Taoting Division in Tongxian City and was busy with affairs, so Mo Hua saluted and said goodbye to Zhang Lan.

Before leaving, Chief Zhou called Mo Hua to stop and said:

"I said hello to the Qian family, don't take it to heart, just study the formation."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Boss!"

Boss Zhou stroked his long beard and nodded happily.

What he wants to hear is this "thank you".

Qian family.

In the cave of the ancestor of the Qian family, Qian Hong looked in disbelief.

The ancestor had just told him to be careful in his words and deeds and not to make things difficult for that little formation master named Mo Hua.

Qian Hong said quickly: "Old Ancestor, Mo Hua is already a first-grade formation master at a young age. If we leave him alone, over time, our Qian family may no longer have a foothold in Tongxian City."

The ancestor of the Qian family is in the middle stage of foundation building, but he is already old, his vitality is gradually weakening, and his cultivation is gradually declining. Unless something big happens, he will not interfere with family affairs.

He looked at Qian Hong with his turbid eyes, and said slowly: "You should have taken action earlier. You, together with several foundation-building elders, killed that boy with lightning speed. Now, it's too late..."

The ancestor of the Qian family's breath was weak, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was intermittent.

Qian Hong said respectfully: "My grandson wants to act cautiously and doesn't want to be too rash and leave any clues."

The ancestor of the Qian family looked at him carefully and said nothing.

Qian Hong felt the pressure and had no choice but to say: "The elders in the clan have selfish motives and may not listen to their grandson's orders."

The ancestor of the Qian family looked disappointed: "You are the head of the family. They don't listen to your orders. Who do you blame?"

These words were quite serious, implying that Qian Hong was incompetent and unable to convince the public.

Qian Hong did not dare to refute, and bowed his head respectfully, "The ancestor taught you the right lesson."

"You..." The ancestor of the Qian family coughed, "You are cruel, but not cruel enough. You are selfish, but not selfish enough. You can endure it, but you won't be able to endure it until the end."

The ancestor of the Qian family sighed, "I have everything, but everything is a little bit different."

Qian Hong quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Ancestor, please give your grandson another chance. My grandson will definitely cut through the mess quickly and kill that little formation master!"

"You can't kill anymore..."

The ancestor of the Qian family said slowly, "Even if you kill him, it won't be any better than if you didn't kill him."

Qian Hong didn't understand, "Ancestor, please make it clear."

"Go back and count for yourself how many people will be offended if you kill that little formation master."

The ancestor of the Qian family gradually closed his cloudy eyes, "Go ahead and think about it yourself."

Qian Hong kowtowed and retreated respectfully.

The ancestor of the Qian family was the only one left in the large and empty cave.

He looked down at his hands, which were as dry as firewood, and saw the brown gray spots on the backs of his hands, as well as the occasional fallen rotten skin, and his eyes were numb.

"Am I going to die soon..."

The ancestor of the Qian family murmured, his voice extremely hoarse.

After saying that, he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his heart and lungs.

Mr. Qian hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a pill tremblingly, put it into his mouth carefully, and closed his eyes to refine the potency.

The medicine takes effect and the cough is relieved.

The ancestor of the Qian family slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with blood.

"But...I don't want to die yet..."

After Qian Hong came out of the ancestor's cave, he immediately asked people to find out who it was and what he said to the ancestor.

At night, someone reported to him:

"It's the old head of the Daoting Division. He paid a special visit to the ancestor and seemed to ask the Qian family not to embarrass the little formation master."

Qian Hong frowned, "Without any relationship or reason, why would the old boss speak for that little formation master?"

He remembered what the ancestor said, "If we kill that little formation master, how many people will we offend..."

Qian Hong sorted out the people Mo Hua knew, and sent someone to inquire about it, and got a piece of paper.

Qian Hong took a look and sat down dejectedly on the chair.

How could this happen?

The numerous characters on the paper gave Qian Hong a headache:

The old chief of Daotingsi wanted to protect Mo Hua, and Zhang Lan, the director of Daotingsi, was familiar with Mo Hua, and Zhang Diansi was backed by the Zhang family.

Among the demon hunters, Elder Yu was protective of his shortcomings, needless to say.

No matter how high or low the other demon hunters were, most of them had received the kindness of that kid, and they were willing to protect him.

Among the scattered cultivators, most of the weapon refiners and alchemists also knew Mo Hua.

Especially Mr. Feng, who had a wide range of connections and many students, watched Mo Hua grow up.

The young master of the An family is friends with Mo Hua. Old Master An doesn't get along with the Qian family, so he will naturally stand on Mo Hua's side when something happens. Moreover, Mo Hua is a first-class formation master, so there is no reason for Old Master An not to help.

Among the formation masters in Tongxian City, Master Luo, a first-class formation master, once said that all formation masters in the city should not make things difficult for Mo Hua.

Even in the Qian family, Master Qian was unwilling to go against Mo Hua.

And the three people from the Bai family, a big family from other places, who came here to travel, especially the brother and sister, seemed to have a good relationship with Mo Hua. Some people saw them shopping together during the Demon Hunting Festival...

Qian Hong counted these relationships one by one, and couldn't help but feel numb.

Mo Hua is just a little kid in his teens, how did he know so many cultivators?

If he really killed Mo Hua, wouldn't he be in big trouble instantly?

Qian Hong was shocked and scared.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake.

Logically speaking, their Qian family is the real local tyrant in Tongxian City.

But now it seems that if the Qian family is the local tyrant, then Mo Hua is the real "local dragon".

In this case, how can he do it? How dare he do it?

How could things develop to this point?

Qian Hong had a splitting headache, and he breathed a sigh of relief after a long while. He rubbed his forehead, and even though he was unwilling, he could only say helplessly:

"At this point, we have to take a long-term view, and bear it for now..."

He didn't want to let Mo Hua go, but at this point, he could only bear it for now.

Bear it, as long as you bear it, there will always be a chance...