Chapter 302 Progress

Mo Hua thought about it and could only sigh again.

His current cultivation was low and his attainments in formations were limited. Even if Mr. Zhuang was in trouble, he couldn't help.

"It's better to practice hard and learn formations well. When you succeed in cultivation in the future, you can repay the kindness of Mr. Zhuang for teaching you."

Mo Hua nodded. Seeing that it was midnight, he sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness. With the help of the Dao stele, he began to practice the Niling formation meticulously.

The days passed peacefully. Mo Hua practiced and drew formations as usual.

In addition, Mo Hua was also very concerned about the Black Mountain Village, but he didn't know how the progress was in Tingsi.

A few days later at noon, Mo Hua visited Mr. Feng and got some daily elixirs. On the way home, he saw Zhang Lan.

Mo Hua hurriedly greeted Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was walking with his head down when he heard a child's voice calling "Uncle Zhang". He knew it was Mo Hua without thinking.

Mo Hua walked up to Zhang Lan, lowered his voice, and asked quietly: "What's going on?"

Mo Hua was referring to the Taoist soldiers.

The matter involved confidential information, so Mo Hua was very cautious and didn't say it.

Zhang Lan looked around and said: "There are too many people here, let's go to the restaurant to talk."

The two went to the restaurant and sat in their old seats. Jiang Yun served some wine and food.

Zhang Lan saw that there were familiar customers all around, most of whom were demon hunters, toasting and drinking happily, and would not notice their corner, so he whispered to Mo Hua:

"I told the chief secretary the details, and the chief secretary has also written a letter to report to the Taoist court. Now we just need to wait for the Taoist court's approval. If the Taoist court agrees, it will not be long before the Taoist soldiers are dispatched to wipe out the Black Mountain Village."

"Will it take a long time?"

"If the Taoist court agrees, it won't take long."

"What if the Taoist court disagrees?" Mo Hua asked.

Zhang Lan took a sip of wine and thought:

"If what you saw is true, there are five or six hundred evil cultivators in the Black Mountain Village, and they are still killing people and refining human pills. The Dao Court will not allow the evil cultivators to do whatever they want. They will definitely send Taoist soldiers. Don't worry."

Mo Hua nodded, obviously relieved.

Zhang Lan glanced at Mo Hua, but sighed in his heart.

This matter is actually not that simple. The most difficult part is how to prove that there is such a village in the deep mountains, and there are really five or six hundred evil cultivators in the village, and these evil cultivators are really refining human life pills.

At present, these are just one-sided statements from Mo Hua.

The only evidence is the two pictures drawn by Mo Hua, one is the road map of the mist forest, and the other is the situation map of the Black Mountain Village.

In addition, there are no other witnesses and physical evidence.

They believe Mo Hua, but the Dao Court will not believe a young cultivator in his teens.

And Mo Hua has no fixed rank, so his identity as a first-rank formation master is useless.

It was not easy for Chief Zhou to do his job.

He was already very old, and he would be able to retire peacefully and enjoy his old age, and end his life as Chief.

Now that the Black Mountain Stronghold had happened, he was in a dilemma.

If he reported to the court, if Mo Hua's information was wrong, there was no such stronghold in the deep mountains, or there were no evil cultivators in the stronghold, then the old chief would be guilty.

Although he would not be thrown into prison if the Dao Court held him accountable, he would definitely not be able to do his job as Chief.

If he did not report it, and allowed the evil cultivators to occupy the deep mountains and grow further, then the cultivators of the entire Tongxian City would probably suffer a disaster one day in the future.

Should he live in peace and seek a good end for himself, or take the risk and seek peace for Tongxian City.

It was really not an easy choice.

But in the end, Chief Zhou still chose to report the matter of the Black Mountain Stronghold to the Dao Court.

Zhang Lan still remembered what Zhou Zhangshi said:

"I have been a Zhangshi for most of my life, doing things in a conventional way and not making any achievements. Later, the independent cultivators supported themselves and established equipment and alchemy businesses. I was favored and made achievements. To be honest, I feel guilty..."

"Now Tongxian City is lurking with dangers. I am the Zhangshi of Tongxian City. We all prosper together and suffer together. It is naturally impossible for me to protect myself and sit idly by."

"The worst case scenario is that I will be held accountable by the Dao Court, dismissed from my position, and live a leisurely life."

"The order to destroy the Black Mountain Village must be reported to the court!"

Zhou Zhangshi's expression was very firm.

Zhang Lan knew that there was a huge difference in reputation and treatment between being dismissed by the Dao Court and leaving office in a good manner. Zhou Zhangshi would not feel as relaxed as he said.

Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua, who was eating meat, and guessed secretly in his heart.

The chief made this decision probably for the sake of Mo Hua.

If it were someone else, even if they got the information, they would not believe it. It is even more impossible for Chief Zhou to risk dismissal and write to the court...

While eating, Mo Hua looked up and found Zhang Lan looking at him, and asked:

"Uncle Zhang, don't you want to eat?"

Zhang Lan came back to his senses and smiled, "No hurry, I'll drink some wine."

Mo Hua picked up a piece of meat and gave it to Zhang Lan, "Uncle Zhang, eat more!"

Zhang Lan looked haggard. He was probably tired and thin because of the Black Mountain Village.

Zhang Lan was slightly startled and felt touched.

Mo Hua then said, "Uncle Zhang, you look more serious now, and a bit like the Taoist priest."

Zhang Lan's face darkened again, and the touch he had just felt disappeared:

"What do you mean you look more serious now? I am a serious monk, not only now, but I have always been a serious monk!"

"Yeah." Mo Hua said perfunctorily while eating beef.

Zhang Lan was a little indignant, and suddenly a little uncertain, so he asked Mo Hua:

"What did I look like before?"

Mo Hua recalled the first time he saw Zhang Lan, and tried his best to describe:

"A little bit like a playboy who doesn't do his job and is idle..."

After saying that, he was afraid that Zhang Lan would be unhappy, so he emphasized, "Just a little bit."

Zhang Lan was speechless.

How is he not doing his job and being idle?

Before, he came here to drink, in his spare time, to "understand the feelings of the monks and the people", how can it be considered idle?

A little bit more, if I were really a playboy, would I miss this little bit of you...

Zhang Lan drank the wine sullenly.

Mo Hua's eyes turned, and he asked again: "Uncle Zhang, what are you like in the family?"

It shouldn't be the lazy look now...

"In the family?" Zhang Lan thought about it, and said: "It's just that he is handsome, romantic and unrestrained, and he is popular among thousands of women. Many young female cultivators are vying to be my Taoist partner..."

Mo Hua whispered: "Uncle Zhang, it's okay to lie to others. We are so familiar with each other, there is no need to be so formal..."

Zhang Lan choked on the wine and couldn't help saying: "Who lied?"

Mo Hua looked at him silently.

Zhang Lan sighed, "I won't eat with you next time, or you will make me angry if I'm not full."

Mo Hua picked up another piece of meat for him, "Then Uncle Zhang, eat quickly, or you will be angry and can't eat anymore."

Zhang Lan was angry and amused when he heard it, and shook his head, "You kid..."

The two chatted and ate like this.

After arguing with Mo Hua for a while, Zhang Lan felt better and didn't seem so tired.

These days, because of the Black Mountain Village, he has indeed been running around and worried a lot. There are not many cultivators in Tongxian City who can chat with him like this.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Lan was about to get up and leave, but Mo Hua stopped him and asked:

"What if the Taoist court really sent Taoist soldiers? Can I go and see?"

Mo Hua's eyes sparkled. He had long wanted to see what the Taoist soldiers in the Taoist world looked like.

Zhang Lan thought for a while and shook his head, "No."