Chapter 329 Evil Pill

Mo Hua found a clean place to sit cross-legged and began to ponder.

The only place where he had seen the evil formation was the Black Mountain Village.

The outer perimeter of the Black Mountain Village used the orthodox five-element formation, not the evil formation.

The five-element formation secretly conformed to the laws of heaven and was an orthodox formation, while the evil formation had a foul aura. If it was laid too much, even if there was a concealment formation, it could not cover up the aura.

So the Third Master only laid some evil formations in the most confidential blood-colored alchemy room in the back village.

One was the bronze beast door, and the other was the white bone alchemy furnace.

The evil formation in the bronze beast door was used for guarding the door, while the evil formation in the white bone alchemy furnace was used for refining the elixir.

The Third Master painstakingly studied this evil formation, so of course it was impossible to use it for guarding the door.

In this case, it was used for refining the elixir.

To refine the evil elixir, you naturally need an evil elixir furnace, and to refine the evil elixir furnace, you naturally need an evil formation.

The evil formation drawn by the Third Master was probably used for refining the elixir.

What kind of elixir can he refine?

Life-saving elixir?

At this time, he is still thinking about refining life-saving elixir?

Is this third master so "dedicated"?

The Black Mountain Village has closed down, and the village owner has run away, but he is still diligently learning the evil formation and preparing to refine the elixir for survival?

It's unlikely...

Mo Hua felt that something was wrong, but for a moment, he had no idea.

"Should I ask Mr. Zhuang?"

Mo Hua thought about it and shook his head again.

If he took this formation to ask Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang might think that he wanted to learn the evil formation.

Moreover, Mr. Zhuang pays attention to purity, and Mo Hua does not want to bring this filthy formation to disturb Mr. Zhuang's quiet cultivation.

What's more, Mr. Zhuang is estimated to leave soon, and he will have to rely on himself in the future.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt a little disappointed.

Mr. Zhuang is leaving...

I don't know if I can see him again in the future.

Mo Hua was depressed for a while, then he came back to his senses, cheered up and continued to think.

If he couldn't start with the evil formation, he could find some clues to the elixir.

Mo Hua took out a pen and paper and drew a sketch of the white bone elixir furnace, the bloody elixir room, and some strange herbs in the storage bag of the third master. They were all drawn on paper.

Mo Hua went to the alchemy shop in the south of the city and showed them to Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng's face suddenly changed and he said in surprise: "These are..."

"Evil elixir!"

Mo Hua told the whole story, including the Black Mountain Village and the third master, as well as his suspicion:

"Are they still refining other elixirs?"

Mr. Feng took a breath, thought for a moment, and then said:

"It's possible. These evil herbs look similar, but their medicinal properties are different. They don't seem to be used to refine the same furnace of elixir..."

Mo Hua asked hurriedly: "Do you know what elixir it is?"

This made Mr. Feng a little embarrassed.

Mr. Feng said tactfully: "I'm not an evil alchemist..."

Mo Hua sighed: "What a pity..."

Mr. Feng glared at Mo Hua slightly and said unhappily:

"If I were an evil alchemist, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Mo Hua realized that he had said something wrong, scratched his head, and smiled embarrassedly.

Mr. Feng laughed and shook his head, "I'll find other alchemists in the alchemy business to help you ask."

Mo Hua asked in confusion: "You don't know, how can they know?"

Mr. Feng smiled and said gently: "Don't underestimate anyone..."

"People in the world are in all shapes and sizes, and each has their own strengths. On the long road, a cultivator lives a lifetime, even if he looks ordinary, there are always some experiences that others have not experienced, some things that others have never known, and some opinions that others don't understand."

"If you don't ask, how do you know they don't know?"

Mo Hua nodded as if he had realized something.

After a while, Mr. Feng called all the alchemists in the alchemy business, and they were crowded.

Mr. Feng told them the story, and showed them the white bone furnace and the strange herbs painted by Mo Hua.

For a moment, the crowd was furious.

"The ancestor of the Qian family is really a piece of shit."

"He even made this kind of elixir, he is really unscrupulous!"

"He is against the will of heaven, he will be fed to pigs and dogs sooner or later!"

They only knew that the ancestor of the Qian family was an evil cultivator, colluded with the Black Mountain Village, and did bad things, but they were not particularly clear about what he did. At this time, they were very angry when they learned about refining human elixirs.

The purpose of alchemists studying elixir is to cure diseases and save people, not to use people to make elixirs.

This goes against the original intention of these alchemists.

Mr. Feng raised his hand, motioned everyone to be quiet, and asked:

"Does anyone know what other elixirs can be made with these herbs?"

The alchemists looked at each other when they heard this. They were not evil alchemists, had never made elixirs of evil demons, and were not familiar with these.

Mr. Feng said: "You can say what you are not sure about, and you can guess it, and see if there are any clues."

Now the alchemists have something to say.

This is to refine evil pills. They don't understand "professional" knowledge, but they know a lot of "unprofessional" knowledge.

"I guess it's the Blood Evil Pill..."

"I guess it's the Human Yuan Pill."

"How could it be the Human Yuan Pill?"

"I only know this kind of evil pill, I can only guess this one..."

"How can I guess?"

"Isn't guessing just guessing?"

...

"I have dealt with an evil pill master. He used the blood of his closest relatives as a medicine guide and refined a blood source pill..."

"To be honest, there was an evil pill master in my ancestor. He refined several kinds of evil pills and even shamelessly recorded the name of the evil pill in the family tree. This is extremely embarrassing. I haven't been embarrassed to mention it until now..."

...

Mr. Feng listened to it one by one and wrote down the names and origins of the pills.

After a while, he wrote down a full page.

Mo Hua leaned over to take a look. The whole page was filled with names of pills like "Swallow", "Human", "Blood", "Evil", and "Sha". It was obvious that they were not good pills.

But looking at them, they didn't seem to be the pills made by the Qian family's ancestors.

Mr. Feng also frowned.

Just then, a young alchemist stammered: "I..."

After a long time of "I", nothing came out.

The alchemist next to him was anxious, "What are you saying 'I'? If you have something to say, say it quickly!"

"I, I... I heard a rumor."

The alchemist was young and of a low generation. He felt a little uncomfortable speaking in front of so many people.

Everyone waited patiently for him to continue.

"I don't know these herbs, nor this furnace, but... but I have heard a rumor."

The alchemist next to him was anxious again, "Speak to the point!"

"Don't rush him, let him speak slowly!"

After a while of noise, Mr. Feng asked everyone to be quiet, and said to the young alchemist in a gentle voice:

"Speak slowly, don't be anxious, it doesn't matter if you say something wrong."

The young alchemist was not so nervous at this time, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said:

"When I followed my master to travel, I passed by a dilapidated temple. It was cold at night, and I slept in my clothes. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my master talking to a strange Taoist."

"The Taoist's voice was strange. It was obviously his own voice, but the voice seemed to be borrowed from someone else..."

"He told my master that there is a kind of elixir called...'Zhuanshouhuayuandan', which uses human life as a medicine, can transform human life into blood and flesh, and then refine it into medicinal power, condense it into an elixir, and can break through the realm of cultivation..."

"What happened later?" an alchemist asked.

"Later..." the young alchemist said shyly, "I was hungry and cold, and fell asleep in a daze. I don't know what happened afterwards..."

Everyone felt very sorry.

Someone asked, "What about your master?"

"He went in."

"What?"

The young alchemist whispered, "He was arrested and thrown into Dao Prison..."

Everyone: "..."

"He refined this...Zhuan Shou Hua Yuan Dan?"

The young alchemist shook his head, "He hasn't refined it yet, but he just used his connections to buy a few herbs, and was discovered by the Dao Tingsi, and then he was arrested and thrown into Dao Prison..."

"Did the Dao Tingsi cause you any trouble?"

The young alchemist said, "I was also arrested, but they asked me things, and I didn't know anything. After ten days, I was released."

The young alchemist sighed and said with a sad face:

"My parents spent spirit stones to let me find a master and learn some skills so that I can make a living in the future."

"In the end, I didn't learn much, and the master went to jail..."

"But it's a good thing that I didn't learn the master's skills, otherwise I might have gone to jail too..."

"After I came back, my parents asked me to keep my mouth shut and not tell anyone about this matter, but now I see you are all talking about this kind of thing, I think I might as well tell it, maybe it can help a little..."

Mr. Feng nodded, "It really helped, but don't mention this matter to outsiders in the future."

The young alchemist was delighted by Mr. Feng's praise and nodded repeatedly.

The impatient alchemist next to him patted his shoulder and sighed:

"You are also lucky that you didn't go astray, otherwise your life would be ruined."

The young monk smiled awkwardly.

Mo Hua's expression gradually became solemn.

Life-saving pills... Life-transforming pills...

Break through realms, improve cultivation...

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

If the Qian family's ancestor is really refining the Life-transforming pills, then there will be a lot of trouble.