Chapter 551: Traveling Together

The sun is rising.

In the mountains and green waters.

The sky is blue and high, and the mountains and forests are lush like a screen.

The stream is gurgling.

Two figures are walking one after the other.

The person in front is tall and thin, wearing an ill-fitting, blood-stained Taoist robe, and his movements are stiff and weird, like a puppet on a string.

The person behind is small, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and light footsteps.

These two people are Guidao and Mo Hua.

They have walked all night and early in the morning.

Guidao walks slowly and does not seem to be in a hurry.

Mo Hua has no choice but to follow him at his pace.

The person he is following is Guidao...

Guidao is cruel and cunning.

He is scheming and good at bewitching people.

The great monster Feng Xi in Tongxian City and the Taoist corpse king in Nanyue City are all the result of Guidao’s planning.

Just now, twenty Jindan demon cultivators were also slaughtered by him by "planting demons in the heart of Tao".

Mo Hua followed him and was nervous and uneasy at first.

But after walking for half a day and a night, he became numb and relieved, and gradually adapted to it.

He thought about it and felt that he should be safe for the time being.

Although he didn't know the intention of the strange Taoist, since he wanted to take him to see the master, he would definitely not kill him before seeing the master.

Moreover, he should not "plant demons in the heart of Tao" on him.

Once the "heart of Tao" is planted, the master will definitely be able to see it, and he will know that he is no longer his little disciple, and the strange Taoist will have no handle in his hand.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

At least before seeing the master, he should be "intact".

As for the future, it's hard to say...

But I'll see the master first.

Mo Hua sighed again.

He wanted to see his master again, otherwise, he was afraid that he would never see his master again in this life...

But he didn't know what secrets his master was carrying, and how many people and forces were plotting against him.

Now the Demon Cult has set up a killing plan.

The ancestors of the Yuhua Realm have taken action.

The golden elixir that was once unattainable in his eyes is now like leeks, popping up everywhere.

His "uncle master" Gui Dao Ren, who planted demons with his Taoist heart, cut more than twenty in one batch.

In this situation, foundation building is also an ant.

Not to mention his own little Qi training.

Now that the Dali Mountain is full of demons, with his own ability, he can't go back to Lishan City, break the Soul Refining Banner, enter the Five Elements Mountain Protection Formation, and see his master.

Only by following Gui Dao Ren can he sneak in.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

Gui Dao Ren wanted him to lead the way to find his master.

He also wanted this uncle to "protect" him and go back to see his master.

Although the uncle-master would also kill him.

But at present, as long as he is by his side, no one else can kill him.

After all, he is a "Taoist" of the demon sect who can raise evil spirits...

When he thought of seeing his master again.

Mo Hua's footsteps became much lighter.

The strange Taoist walking in front of him, however, had a slightly fixed gaze.

He didn't know what Mo Hua was thinking.

At the beginning, he looked a little nervous.

But after walking for a while, he seemed to have figured something out, and followed him with a relaxed look.

It was like... he was visiting with him?

This kid... is so brave...

Doesn't he know who he is?

The strange Taoist said nothing, still walking in front of him.

Mo Hua followed behind with his hands behind his back.

As he walked, Mo Hua felt a little bored.

His "uncle-master" limped and walked too slowly...

It would take a long time to get to the mountain city like this.

Mo Hua wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of angering his uncle.

But after walking for a while, he finally couldn't help it, so he walked closer and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle, aren't you in a hurry?"

"Are you walking a little slower..."

"If this goes on, my master will be caught by those demons..."

"Won't you walk faster?"

...

The strange Taoist paused, but didn't answer, but continued to walk forward.

Seeing that he didn't respond, but didn't get angry, Mo Hua felt relieved and became a little bolder.

"I guess I didn't ask the point, so Uncle didn't bother to answer..."

Mo Hua picked some other questions to ask:

"Uncle, you went to see Master, what do you want to do?"

"Uncle, do you have a bad relationship with Master?"

"Uncle, is the Taoist very powerful?"

"Uncle, will you die if you plant demons in your heart?"

"Uncle..."

...

Mo Hua kept talking, like a chatterbox, talking non-stop.

The strange Taoist finally couldn't help it, stopped, turned his head, and looked at Mo Hua with his dark pupils.

Mo Hua immediately shut up honestly.

After that, there was no conversation along the way, and passed by a small mountain village.

The mountain village is sparsely populated. On weekdays, it should be some poor and scattered cultivators living here, living on spiritual plants. It is relatively remote and undisturbed.

There is a small noodle shop on the right side of the road.

Between the green mountains and green waters, the aroma of noodles wafted out.

Mo Hua stopped.

The strange Taoist walked a little and found that Mo Hua stopped, turned his head, and looked at him with empty and indifferent eyes.

"I'm hungry and can't walk anymore..." Mo Hua said truthfully.

He walked for a day and a night.

He was not a physical cultivator, and his physical strength was weak. He was nervous all the way, so he didn't feel tired.

Now that he thought it through, he smelled the fragrance and felt hungry and couldn't walk.

The strange Taoist looked at Mo Hua, his expression became complicated.

Kill him... but he couldn't kill him yet...

The demon in his heart... but he couldn't grow it either...

If he didn't eat enough, he couldn't walk...

The strange Taoist stood there for a long time, obviously without any expression or movement, but he seemed to sigh, then turned around and started walking towards the small noodle shop.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed with a smile.

The small noodle shop was opened by a couple of Qi-refining casual cultivators.

They were at a low level, and they opened a noodle shop along the road to make a living.

Mo Hua had scanned it with his spiritual sense before, and it was indeed just an ordinary noodle shop, and the couple were just ordinary cultivators.

There were a few diners, most of whom were casual cultivators nearby, and there was nothing unusual.

Mo Hua and the other person entered the door.

The shopkeeper with a simple face and coarse cloth came up to them and asked enthusiastically:

"What would you like to eat, my dear guests?"

He just wanted to take a look at the strange Taoist.

Mo Hua hurriedly stepped forward and waved his little hand to attract his attention, so that he would not look at the strange Taoist. Then he took out two spirit stones and said in a crisp voice:

"Two bowls of noodles, hurry up!"

Mo Hua had thought about it.

You have to pay for the spirit stones for the noodles yourself.

With the look of Master Uncle, it is impossible for him to treat him...

He didn't dare to let Master Uncle treat him...

Master Uncle was moody.

If he really made him angry, he would plant a demon in his heart and kill everyone in this shop, then it would be his own fault.

The shopkeeper was delighted when he saw the spirit stones, but he was also a little worried:

"Little brother, two spirit stones are a bit too much, two bowls of noodles don't need so much..."

"It's okay..." Mo Hua waved his hand, "Just put more vegetables."

The shopkeeper was happy and thanked him profusely.

Mo Hua looked at the shopkeeper's expression and felt a little emotional.

Two spirit stones are nothing to him now, but for these low-level casual cultivators, it may be the income of a busy day...

In this world, some people have tens of millions of spirit stones and spend them extravagantly.

There are also people who live every day "penny wise" and calculate carefully...

Mo Hua sighed.

The strange Taoist's expression moved slightly, and he looked at Mo Hua in surprise.

Then the two took their seats.

There were a few scattered diners in the store.

Mo Hua deliberately chose a remote corner, and even used his small body to block the strange Taoist, so that the strange Taoist would not look at others, and others would not look at the strange Taoist.

The strange Taoist looked indifferent, and didn't seem to care.

These casual cultivators were just ants, and he didn't take them seriously.

After a while, the shopkeeper brought the noodles.

The noodles were full, the vegetables were full, and there were even two pieces of meat on top.

It didn't look like spiritual meat, but a bit like the meat of a monster. It had a bit of a fishy smell, but not too strong. It wasn't stewed too soft, but it was still edible.

It definitely couldn't compare to what my mother made.

But it tasted good, the noodles were fragrant, and the soup was thick.

Mo Hua was never picky about food, and he was starving, so he held the big bowl and slurped the steaming noodles.

After eating for a while, he looked up and found that the strange Taoist didn't move his chopsticks at all.

While eating noodles, Mo Hua thought...

His "master uncle" had a demon in his heart, and he used someone else's body. So he should be considered a "dead man" now.

The dead naturally don't need to eat.

Mo Hua frowned and began to think about other questions...

Master... where was he parasitic before?

Did he follow the trace of Master all the way here?

When did he start to calculate the location of Master and then start to lay out?

And...

The timing of his appearance in Dali Mountain before was too coincidental...

When did he calculate the traces of Junior Brother and Junior Sister?

Mo Hua ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, but still couldn't help but secretly glanced at Gui Dao Ren and whispered:

"Master..."

"Were you already there in Dali Mountain before?"

"Then I watched that Saint Son surround us."

"You waited until Junior Sister and Junior Brother broke their life-longevity talismans and lost the power to protect themselves, and then you took action..."

"Are you also helpless with the longevity talisman?"

...

Mo Hua nodded as he spoke, thinking that his calculations were reasonable.

The strange Taoist couldn't help it anymore. He looked at Mo Hua with his dark eyes and said the first sentence on the way:

"Eat noodles..."

His voice was flat and indifferent, and he seemed a little unhappy...

"Oh."

Mo Hua lowered his head and ate the noodles in the bowl.

Mo Hua didn't say anything until he finished the noodles in the bowl.

Then he raised his head and glanced at the strange Taoist. He couldn't help but look at the bowl of noodles in front of the strange Taoist and licked his lips.

Every meal should be appreciated as it is not easy to come by.

It can't be wasted.

Mo Hua silently stretched out his little hand, brought the noodles of the strange Taoist in front of him, and then buried his head and ate it...

The strange Taoist's originally wooden face froze for a moment.

He looked at Mo Hua with his dark eyes, a little unbelievable...

...

After eating two bowls of noodles, the two set off again.

Mo Hua was a little full, with a round belly, so he walked in front and strolled to digest the food.

The trickster walked behind and looked at Mo Hua's back in confusion.

This little thing... is very strange...

He couldn't see through it.

It seems that my junior brother has arranged some tricks, hidden some secrets, and covered up some causes and effects...

Junior brother... what secrets does he hide in this child?

What causes and effects are covered up?

Moreover, he hid this child like a treasure, hiding it so deeply, covering it so tightly, and not letting himself know at all...

If he hadn't stood up on his own, he wouldn't have even realized that he actually accepted his junior apprentice, such a young disciple...

The trickster looked at the ink painting again and frowned.

His spiritual roots are very poor, and his physical body is extremely poor.

There is no special bloodline.

His spiritual consciousness... Although he couldn't see clearly through something, it was still pretty good.

Apart from that, he is weird and his behavior is a bit...

Unexpected...

With such qualifications, what does Junior Brother value in him?

In addition, the strangest thing is...

He always felt that the aura on this child was both strange and familiar...

It was obviously the first time I met him, but it seemed that I had already had many interactions with him, and had many causes and effects...

A hint of confusion flashed through the deceitful man's empty eyes.

How can I have any dealings with this little monk who is only in the Qi Refining Realm?

What else could be the cause and effect?

The trickster looked at the ink painting, his pupils darkened a bit.

"never mind……"

"When I meet my junior brother, everything will become clear..."

…

On the road outside Shancheng, the two of them were still walking.

The two walked slowly, but step by step, they were getting closer to Lishan City.

The closer to Lishan City, the stronger the evil spirit becomes.

Outside Lishan City, there are almost no local monks left.

Most are demon cultivators.

In addition, there are some very familiar monks from various Taoist families and sects, who are gorgeously dressed, have special spiritual weapons, different skills, and excellent and rare Taoist methods.

These monks must be from other places.

It is even possible that he came directly from Daozhou, where the Central Dao Court is located.

The number of people is large, and the realm is also very high.

It's either foundation building or golden elixir, and there is no Qi refining.

The entire Dali Mountain seems to have become a chess game, and all the monks who are still here are chess pieces.

Mo Hua couldn't help but frown.

"Is Master's secret really that big?"

What do they want from Master?

Mo Hua shook his head.

He knew nothing about all this.

He also remembered his master’s advice:

"As a teacher... I have great opportunities, and even more shocking secrets... But these cannot be passed on to you, let alone told to you."

"If I pass it on to you, it will bring great disaster to you."

"Even if you just know it, you will be affected by the cause and effect."

"So you can't know anything, and you don't want to know anything..."

If you don’t know, just don’t know.

It would be nice to see Master...

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

But after approaching Lishan City, the journey became uneven.

The monks on the periphery were quite restrained.

The closer it is, the more murderous it is.

Mo Hua followed the deceitful Taoist, and everything he could see was a bloody storm, with countless monks killed and injured in the battle.

On the surface, most of them are Taoist monks, fighting with the Demon Cult monks.

Behind the scenes, demon sects are also killing each other with bloody and cruel methods.

Even on the Daoting side, there were people who took the opportunity to murder each other for the sake of profit or old grudges.

After killing people, they would also fake the scene and put the blame on the demon cultivator.

This was a scene he had never seen before.

It is righteousness, and the devil is a devil, but at this moment, righteousness and the devil seem to be no different...

Mo Hua looked at it and shook his head.

The human heart is indeed very complicated...

And his own situation has become more subtle.

Because he follows the deceiver.

The Taoist's aura is so eerie and weird that you can tell he is a demon cultivator without even looking.

And Mo Hua is a child. Although he looks innocent and innocent, it is abnormal at first glance to be followed by a strange-looking Taoist in this bloody place.

Among all the good and evil forces present, almost no one recognized Mo Hua.

Just a little Qi-refining monk.

No one cares about his righteousness or evil, no one cares about his position, and no one cares about his life or death.

So along the way, someone wanted to kill Mo Hua every now and then.

It's okay to be on the right path. After all, you have some rules and won't kill easily.

But the magic way is different.

There are those who see the white and tender ink paintings and want to eat the ink paintings;

If you see something is wrong with the ink painting, you want to get rid of it quickly;

Someone saw that Mo Hua was a boy and wanted to use him to make elixirs;

There is even a shameless female demon cultivator who wants to pick up Mo Hua when she sees that Mo Hua looks pretty and cute...

As soon as this happened, Mo Hua immediately hid behind the trickster and looked for his uncle to "support him".

And the deceitful people do not reject anyone who comes.

Any monks who dared to stand in front of him, no matter whether they were good or evil, were all possessed by his Taoist heart, their minds collapsed, and they either committed suicide or killed each other...

Mo Hua hid behind and watched.

These scenes may be a little bloody and a little cruel.

But he is a demon hunter, and he has seen many bloody scenes of demon hunting, so he is not afraid.

Mo Hua looked at the deceitful man, standing in the wind, his eyes dark and cold, and without moving a finger, he toyed with these evil cultivators, who were either cruel or tyrannical, to death and slaughtered them all...

No matter how many times he watched it, Mo Hua was shocked.

But as he watched, he couldn't help but wonder:

"This Dao Heart Planting Demon is so powerful..."

"Can I learn it?"

Thanks to ChanSO, Sanqing, Uncle Lei, Chen Ge, Ertingweixu, Burning Fishbone, basa, Guoguo from Overseas, Xiaobing Dividing Cake, and zsytssk for the rewards~