Chapter 687: Shinto (for the Leader, the Great Luo Celestial Immortal, the Longevity Emperor

Chapter 687 Shinto (Additional update for the leader of the alliance, Taishang Daluo Tianxian Wanshou Emperor~)

Old Yutou was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

"This method is called the 'River Sacrifice Method'. It was told to me by a passing fishing cultivator..."

"I was fishing in the river that day, and the boat suddenly sank for some unknown reason - it probably hit a rock at the bottom of the river, or hit the sharp point of some kind of water monster..."

"I have heard of many fisher cultivators who lost their lives as a result of a shipwreck in the river.

"At that time, I panicked and swam desperately to the shore. But as soon as I swam halfway, I was stared at by the water monster..."

"Just when I thought I was about to die in the Yanshui River, a passing fisherman injured the water demon and dragged me to the shore..."

"I just saved a life..."

Old Yutou sighed, still feeling frightened.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed and he asked, "What does that fishing cultivator who passed by look like?"

Old Yutou thought for a while, "He is a man who often goes into the water. His water quality is very good. His skin is white, like a white fish in the river. His eyebrows are very light and he looks strange. But after looking at him for a long time, I feel that he has a kind face and a kind face..."

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

Martial Law……

"Then what?"

"Then..." Old Yutou muttered, "I was very grateful to him and said I wanted to repay him, but he waved his hand and said something... Oh, we all make a living in the water. When we are in trouble, we should help each other with a little effort. That’s all, you’re welcome.”

"Good man..." Old Yutou sighed, and then said:

"I invited him to drink. Even though it was bad wine, he didn't mind it."

"After three rounds of drinking, we started to talk a lot, so we talked about the plight of the fishing cultivator. He said he had no father, no mother, no children, no daughter, and was alone."

"I said that I am just the opposite. My whole family is destined to live a life of hardship without any hope."

"My two grandchildren have good spiritual roots, but there are no spiritual stones for them to practice."

"It's me, a useless grandfather, who drags down their future."

When Old Yutou said this, he looked ashamed, then shook his head and continued:

"When the fisherman heard the words, he hesitated to speak. He wanted to speak, but he held back and didn't say anything. He just drank by himself."

"But I noticed his hesitation, so I told him to just say whatever he wanted without any worries."

"He just shook his head. I asked him again and again, and then he sighed and told me this method of 'river ritual to reduce disasters'."

"He said that this sacrificial method was something he only heard from some old monks. He doesn't know if it is useful."

"The fisherman said that there is a kind of blood fish in this world, which requires piety in body and mind and nourishes it with blood. When its mouth and teeth are cracked and its fins turn into human-like hands and feet, it is thrown into the well to worship the river god. If you get the river With God’s blessing, all your wishes may come true…”

"I feel strange. I can't understand why you have to be pious in body and mind and nourish with blood. Since you are worshiping the river god, why don't you throw it into the river instead of into the well..."

Mo Hua was curious, "What did Yu Xiu say?"

Old Yutou frowned and said, "The fish cultivator said that he didn't know either. This ancient method has been passed down like this and cannot be changed at all."

"He said that since he is offering sacrifices to the River God, then this is what the River God pays attention to. How do we human monks know..."

"I'm a little hesitant."

"He asked me if I wanted to use it? He also said that not everyone can get the blessing of the River God after using this method, but let's give it a try..."

"If I really want to use this method to sacrifice to the 'River God', then for the sake of friendship, he can get the 'Blood Fish' for me. There is no need to give the spirit stone, just treat him to a drink."

"Spiritual stones are precious, but this kind of wine is worthless."

"I thought to myself, just give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, it's just a loss of some wine money. It's nothing."

"What's more, this man saved my life, so he doesn't need to harm me again."

"He told me so much, and he was so enthusiastic, for my own good..."

Mo Hua frowned as he listened.

Old Yutou didn't know what was going on, so he just sighed to himself and looked at Mo Hua, "Young Master, you should know everything about what happens next..."

Old Yutou sighed with emotion:

"I did as I was told. I got the protection of the River God. I caught a three-color carp and sold it for eight thousand spiritual stones. My two little grandchildren also have a future..."

When Old Yutou said this, he suddenly looked horrified:

"But this kind of thing must not be leaked, otherwise it will attract the blame of the river god and all the blessings will be lost."

Old Yutou looked at the ink painting with pleading eyes:

"Young Master, I'm begging you, old man, just do it as if you didn't see anything."

Mo Hua's expression was complicated, his mind was slightly agitated, and he nodded in agreement:

"Okay, I won't tell anyone."

He did not try to persuade the old man, nor did he try to explain to him that the so-called river sacrifices were all fake. The river god he worshiped was not a river god at all, but was probably an evil god.

But in this world, a foolish person cannot be persuaded. Even if he speaks, it will be in vain. He cannot possibly listen.

Mo Hua did not waste this time, he only said:

"I won't tell anyone else about this, but you can no longer raise fish, and you can no longer worship gods in the well water..."

Old Yutou looked troubled.

He only used one for ink painting, and the reason was easier for him to understand:

"Greed will lead to punishment from the river god."

"You have received enough blessings from the River God. If you continue to offer sacrifices and seek too much, you will offend the River God and cause disaster..."

When Old Yu heard this, he was horrified and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, the young master is right!"

"Don't be too greedy, it's enough, my luck is good enough, if I continue to be greedy, I'm afraid something will happen."

Mo Hua nodded.

Old Yu breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Mo Hua sincerely:

"Thank you for your advice, young master."

Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Okay, then I'm leaving, just pretend I haven't been here."

After saying this, Mo Hua turned around and left neatly.

Old Yu looked a little dazed, and he began to think, why did this young master appear in the small fishing village so late?

What exactly did he come here for?

Old Yu couldn't figure it out, but he thought about it and felt that this was probably the will of the river god.

The river god asked this young master to drive away the Wang family monks and buy his own fish, fulfilling his wish and giving his two little grandsons the opportunity to join the sect.

Now he should be the river god, so he let this young man enlighten him.

People should not be too greedy.

Old Yu nodded deeply, looked back at the well, then carried his fish tank on his back and turned away.

After Old Yu left, the area around the well was empty and no one was around.

After a while, a small figure condensed slightly, and the figure appeared. It was Mo Hua.

He coaxed Old Yu away, and then came back quietly in stealth and came to the well.

Mo Hua had seen this well during the day, but he didn't pay attention to it. Unexpectedly, something strange appeared in this well.

Mo Hua lay at the mouth of the well and glanced into the well.

The well was dark.

Mo Hua released his spiritual sense and explored the depths of the well. After a while, he realized that there was water in it, and there were a few blood fish looming in the water.

Going deeper, it was chaotic and nothing could be sensed.

"The evil god is hiding in this well?"

"How is he hiding?"

"Living in flesh and blood? Building an altar? Or is there a preaching statue of the evil god sinking in the well?"

"But this is not right..."

Mo Hua frowned, "If the evil god is living at the bottom of the well, then all the fishermen in the village must have been polluted by the evil god long ago. Why would they need to trick Old Yu into raising fish to spread the evil thoughts like a 'plague'..."

"Moreover, if the evil god is at the bottom of the well, I must have discovered it long ago."

In Mo Hua's eyes, black and white flashed, and he used both trickery and derivative calculations to look into the well.

There was indeed blood mist in the well, but it was very light.

It was even lighter than the scarlet blood mist that he saw with the Tianji derivative calculation when he followed Guo Jianglong into the small fishing village that day.

This is impossible...

And based on Mo Hua's understanding of the nature of evil thoughts, if the evil god, or a body of the evil god, really lives at the bottom of the well, it must have been eager to get out now, laughing wildly and wanting to eat him.

"Where is the evil god...hiding?"

"What secrets are hidden in this well?"

Mo Hua frowned, thinking for a long time without any clue, and couldn't help but sighed.

My consciousness...I'm so hungry...

There's nothing to "eat"...

Mo Hua looked at the well again, like a greedy child who wanted to drink "fish soup", and couldn't help thinking:

"Why don't I...jump into the well and have a look?"

As soon as this thought came up, Mo Hua suppressed it.

My consciousness is strong, but my body is very weak.

If I jump into the well alone, if I encounter evil spirits, even if I encounter the evil god, I can deal with it for a few times, but if I encounter a fierce water monster, I may lose my life if I don't pay attention.

It's not worth taking the risk.

But Mo Hua really wanted to know what was at the bottom of the well.

He frowned, thinking about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, remembering that he still had a "little toy".

Mo Hua immediately opened the storage bag and took out a "little tiger" from it.

This was a puppet, which was specially carved for him by the puppet master. Mo Hua also drew a spiritual pivot array inside, which could be controlled by his spiritual consciousness and move freely.

The little tiger looked tiger-like.

Mo Hua looked at it, and felt a little nostalgic.

Since entering the Ganxuezhou realm, he has not used these "little tigers" for a long time. Now he wants to explore the bottom of the well, so he can try it.

However, the little tiger is made of wood and will float on the water.

Mo Hua thought about it, took a few iron blocks, tied them to the little tiger, and then threw it into the well.

With a "splash".

The little tiger fell into the water, and then was pressed by the iron blocks and slowly sank to the bottom of the well.

The bottom of the well was dim, and the spiritual consciousness could not perceive it clearly.

The little tiger also couldn't "swim".

Mo Hua could only try his best to use his spiritual sense to lead the little tiger, paddling with his claws, and slowly moving at the bottom of the well.

He didn't need the little tiger to investigate carefully, as long as he could determine whether there was any danger at the bottom of the well.

The little tiger paddled for a long time and moved a little distance. Suddenly, his body trembled, as if he was hit by something.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

Then a dull but intense "swishing" sound of water came from the well.

It seemed that a group of fish were swimming around in anger.

In less than a moment, Mo Hua felt that the little tiger was swallowed by something, and then the breath disappeared completely.

Mo Hua was startled, and then felt fortunate.

"Fortunately, I didn't go down rashly..."

But his little tiger... lost one...

Mo Hua was more or less sad.

"What on earth was at the bottom of the well that swallowed my little tiger?"

Mo Hua frowned, and suddenly remembered the blood-colored fish monster in his sea of ​​consciousness that night, which was transformed from the thoughts of the evil god. It had sharp teeth and sharp mouth, fierce eyes, fish fins turned into feet, and walked upright.

Mo Hua had a vague guess in his heart.

These blood fish, thrown into the well, are probably used to raise "gu".

They absorb human blood and willpower, devour each other in the well water, and eventually evolve into a large blood-colored fish monster entrenched in the deep well.

This fish monster is the "medium" of the evil god's pollution.

At this time, it is not strong.

But once it is fed more, when it keeps devouring and growing stronger, the whole well will become a source of pollution, polluting the surroundings through the well water.

And the whole fishing village will become a "hotbed" for the spread of the evil god.

Mo Hua felt a little heavy in his heart, and was still confused.

If so, then this well is just a "medium" for the evil god to preach, not the origin of the evil god.

These fish cannot be evil gods.

Where is the real body of the evil god?

Mo Hua put himself in his shoes and thought about it.

If he were a "little evil god" or a "servant of God" who preached for the evil god, he would not put all his eggs in one basket.

This also means that the medium of preaching and the foundation of the evil god would not be placed in the same well.

The real body of the evil god must be hidden and unknown, and must not be offended or blasphemous.

The medium of preaching must also be hidden, but it must be widely spread, just like well water, polluting believers.

The two must be related, but they cannot be completely isolated.

"In that case, this well is very problematic..."

The secret of the evil god is likely to be hidden in the well, because apart from this well, there is no trace of other evil gods within a radius of ten miles.

"But what is the secret, where is it hidden, and how is it hidden?"

Mo Hua scratched his head, a little puzzled.

The bottom of the well was dangerous, and he couldn't go there by himself, but outside the well...

Mo Hua circled the well again, but still found no other clues.

No clues at all.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart: "The evil god's preaching is really strange and unpredictable..."

But he was unwilling to give up, and searched the area near the well again.

But until the east was white and dawn was approaching, he still found nothing.

Mo Hua sighed and had to give up temporarily.

He became invisible again, quietly left the well, and then went straight to the familiar big tree at the entrance of the village, climbed up the branch, and continued to observe patiently.

"I don't believe that I can't catch your little tail..."

Mo Hua sat cross-legged, a little angry.

The morning sun rose, and the small fishing village was as usual.

Mo Hua stared and stared, from morning to noon, and then watched the smoke rising from every house in the small fishing village, drinking fish soup.

Mo Hua felt a little complicated.

These fish soups... can't be drunk...

The more you drink, the more polluted by the evil god.

But he has no other choice now. He can't remind them, and he can't alarm them. He can only try to find out the evil god's roots first, and see if he can find a solution from the root...

Mo Hua sighed.

While sighing, Mo Hua glanced at the corner of his eyes and was suddenly stunned.

He found an acquaintance...

He had a full beard, muscular, dark complexion, and looked like a big man who was proficient in water...

It was Guojianglong who changed his vest!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

Finally, he caught him!

Guojianglong, who had disappeared in the small fishing village for several days, finally reappeared.

It was noon at this time. Guojianglong carried a fish basket and dressed as a fisherman. He walked in the small fishing village as if no one was around, and no one suspected him.

Guojianglong wandered around the village aimlessly, as if he was checking the conditions of the fishermen, and seemed to be looking for something.

Especially when he passed by Old Yu's house, his eyes were even more deep, as if he was thinking about something.

Then he left the small fishing village with a fish basket on his back.

Mo Hua hurriedly followed him and found that after Guo Jiang Long left the fishing village, he walked to the Yanshui River and dived directly into the river.

Then he swam freely under the water like a big black fish.

Mo Hua had a strong spiritual sense, and he had studied the Bailang Jue, was familiar with Bailang's body movements, and the method of driving water and avoiding monsters. His spiritual sense had a slight induction with the Yanshui River.

Guo Jiang Long seemed to be sinking to the bottom of the water, but he was always under Mo Hua's eyes.

Any of his actions were seen clearly by Mo Hua.

And Guo Jiang Long was obviously unaware of it.

Mo Hua just stared at him, and Guo Jiang Long kept swimming. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Mo Hua felt a little anxious.

It was the second day of the two-day break.

At night, he had to go back to the sect to attend classes.

But I have followed him all the way here. If I miss it and lose the clue, I may not have such an opportunity in the future.

And the matter of the evil god should be dealt with sooner rather than later.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and sent a message to Gu Changhuai:

"Uncle Gu, I have a major discovery. Please ask the sect for a day off for me!"

Uncle Gu is the Taoist court official. It is more convincing for him to ask for leave than for himself.

Today, no matter what, I must uncover the secrets of Guojianglong and the evil god of the small fishing village...

Mo Hua's eyes were firm.

After that, Guojianglong swam leisurely in the Yanshui River just like before. During this time, he also caught a few fish. He didn't go ashore until it was getting dark.

After landing, he took out the fish basket, put the dead fish he caught in it, and carried it to the small fishing village as he did a few days ago.

Mo Hua followed quietly.

After entering the small fishing village, Guo Jiang Long looked around cautiously, and then took the same route as that day, turned into the same narrow alley, and then disappeared.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

But this time, he had a rough idea in his mind.

The night was dark and the moonlight was cool.

The atmosphere in the air gradually became a little depressing.

Mo Hua stepped on the slightly moist ground in the small fishing village, smelled the increasingly strong fishy smell, and walked straight to the well behind the village.

When he arrived in front of the well, Mo Hua's eyes lit up slightly.

Sure enough, Guo Jiang Long was here too!

Mo Hua walked forward gently and found that Guo Jiang Long put the fish basket aside, and then took out a pen and an inkstone from his arms.

The brush tip was black, as if made of human hair.

The inkstone was white, eerie like bone. After grinding the ink for a while, blood actually flowed out.

Guojianglong used a human hair brush, dipped the blood ink in the bone inkstone, and drew a very special, ancient and obscure pattern around the well.

Mo Hua was shocked when he saw this.

"Is this... an evil array pattern?"

Is this Guojianglong actually an array master?

Beside the evil well, Guojianglong drew the bloody array pattern with a pious look and a humble look.

Mo Hua was watching secretly.

As the array patterns became more and more, the breath in the well became more and more weird.

Finally, when Guojianglong finished drawing all the array patterns, the well trembled suddenly, and then it seemed that the cause and effect were reversed.

In Mo Hua's perception, this well became completely different...

An extremely strong smell of rotten fish came to his face.

The strange scarlet blood mist gushed out of the well, gradually spreading outward, and finally covering the entire fishing village.

It was as if the "seal" of this well was opened...

Mo Hua was shocked, and he looked at the formation beside the well with a serious look.

What kind of formation is this...

It can actually seal the breath of the evil god at the bottom of the well...

Mo Hua frowned, thinking hard, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

"Seal..."

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

Could this be the almost lost...

Shinto formation mentioned by Huang Shanjun? !