Chapter 799 Blood Sacrifice

Huangshan Jun's expression changed, but he returned to normal in just an instant. He smiled at Mo Hua with an embarrassed look:

"The little god is now in despair, so naturally he has to hide from everything."

"I'm afraid that monks passing by will tear down my clay sculptures; I'm afraid that wolves in the mountains will steal my offerings; I'm afraid that ghosts and ghosts from nowhere will defile my temple and occupy my dojo..."

"This temple is built deep in the mountains. It's okay if it's shabby, but if it's more refined and luxurious, it will definitely be coveted by others."

Huang Shanjun said this with a bitter look on his face.

Mo Hua looked at Huangshan Jun silently and said nothing.

He could tell at a glance that Mr. Huangshan was lying.

But I don’t blame it for ink painting.

Whether you are a human being or a god, who doesn’t have something to hide?

He has more secrets than Huangshan Jun.

To be good friends for a long time, you must leave room for each other and give each other room to keep secrets.

It neither says it nor forces it.

Anyway, it is it that is hiding in the ruined temple to enjoy the wind and rain, not me...

Mo Hua took another deep look at Huangshan Jun, nodded and said, "That's right."

Huang Shanjun was being painted with a pair of deep eyes, which made him feel hairy all over, and he was very worried. Hearing this, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the ruined temple, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Tiger, it's hard for you to hide like this. Do you want me to help you?"

"help?"

Huang Shanjun was stunned and didn't understand what the ink painting meant.

"How can you help me hide?"

Mo Hua said: "I learned some new formations that can mask the perception of spiritual thoughts. Paint them on the statues of gods. If you hide in them, you will not be easily discovered by others."

Huangshan Jun was very surprised, but he didn't want to offend Mo Hua's good intentions, so he cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you very much, little friend."

Mo Hua looked around for a while and said:

"The clay sculptures on the temple can be seen as soon as you enter the door. They are too conspicuous. It is useless to draw formations. Tiger, do you have other statues to hide?"

"This..." Huangshan Jun was silent for a while.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "That puppy behind the temple, do you like hiding inside? I..."

Huangshan Jun shook his head repeatedly, "Not good, not good..."

In order to avoid the ink painting, he hid on the puppy statue.

It would never want to mention this kind of embarrassing thing again in its lifetime.

No matter how downcast it is, it is still a mountain god, and mountain gods also want to save face.

Huang Shanjun glanced at the ink painting, hesitated again and again, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Little friend, come with me."

Mo Hua's expression moved slightly and he nodded.

Huangshan Jun floated out leisurely from the clay sculpture, led the ink painting away from the ruined temple, and came to a cliff behind the temple.

"cliff?"

Mo Hua looked at Huangshan Jun.

Mr. Huangshan was a little embarrassed and pointed down, "There is a cave down there, little friend, please come here..."

Huangshanjun walked towards the cliff.

Mo Hua followed, and then he discovered that a steep stone step was covered by a thicket of old vines on the edge of the cliff.

Going down the stone steps, there is a cave a few feet away.

The cave is not big and very shallow.

Mo Hua entered the cave and discovered that there was a statue hidden in the cave.

This statue is tall and dignified, with a long and narrow face and majestic eyes. It is somewhat similar to Huangshan Jun. The whole body of the statue is made of fine copper, and some places are plated with a layer of gold. Compared with the clay sculpture in the ruined temple, it is inferior. How much.

Mo Hua was a little surprised and looked at Huangshan Jun, "Isn't this the statue of your natal god?"

Mr. Huangshan smiled and said nothing.

Mo Hua thought about it and felt that it shouldn't be the case.

No matter how much Huangshan Jun trusts himself, he cannot expose his natal idol so easily.

Unless it's out of its mind.

Man relies on clothing, God relies on gold clothing.

This statue should be its secret treasure, used to "keep up face".

Of course, it can also be used to "hide" in times of crisis.

"Okay, then I'll draw the formation for you?" Mo Hua asked.

Huangshan Jun bowed and said: "Thank you for your work..."

Mo Hua took out his paper and pen and began to draw formations around the "gold-clad" statue of Huangshan Jun, stroke by stroke.

Huangshan Jun watched silently, curious in his heart what formation Mo Hua would draw for it.

But as he watched, Huangshan Jun's expression changed again.

"this……"

It trembled, hesitated for a long time, and then hesitantly said: "Little... little friend, this... could this be... a Shinto formation?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

Really!

Huangshan Jun took a breath of cold air.

How could this little plague god even learn the Shinto formation?

Incredible...

Wouldn't he become even more lawless in the future?

What does it mean that he painted Shinto formations on his statues?

Huangshan Jun's face froze, and he felt regretful, very regretful.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and it turns out that monks are not trustworthy at all.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have revealed the location of this statue...

Huangshan Jun's face turned bitter and he was very helpless. He could only beg for mercy: "Little friend, please be merciful! Don't seal this statue of me..."

Once this statue is sealed, it will have no way out.

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Who said you were going to be banned?"

Huangshan Jun looked resentful.

Mo Hua comforted it and said, "Don't worry, it's not what you think..."

"I will use the Shinto formation to seal your statue, and then leave a hole for you to enter and exit freely. In this way, the Shinto formation will become your hiding place and cover your breath."

"If you are in trouble in the future, hide inside. Others, even other evil spirits, may not be able to discover you."

Huangshan Jun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something in his heart.

It didn't expect that the "Shinto Formation" originally used to compete with gods could be used in this way.

But so does thinking about it.

Normal gods, enjoying the incense in a dignified manner, do not need to hide in Tibet, and they do not need to rely on this method to stay.

And the gods who fell into evil ways were hostile to the Shinto monks.

The Shinto formation master will naturally find a way to completely seal it without leaving a single flaw.

It is really a wonderful idea to use the "sealing" formation to "hide".

Huangshan Jun admired in his heart and took another look at the ink painting, feeling very curious.

I don't know where he learned this Shinto formation...

Mr. Huangshan wanted to ask, but he was wise enough not to ask.

With this little monk's shrewdness, he probably wouldn't tell himself.

After finishing the ink painting, there was indeed a gap in the formation behind the statue, and he said to Lord Huangshan: "Go in and try..."

Huangshan Jun frowned.

It is a god, and it naturally has an almost instinctive rejection of this kind of Shinto formation that restrains gods.

What's more, this formation was created by Mo Hua who couldn't figure out the details.

Once I entered and was sealed in by him, I really felt like crying.

But being looked at by Mo Hua's big clear eyes, Huangshan Jun felt a little ashamed.

That’s all…

It gritted its teeth, and finally turned into a wisp of white smoke, and tremblingly got into the statue.

After entering the statue, the surrounding formations seemed like narrow mountain walls, making it a little suffocating and uncomfortable.

It has a premonition that once the ink painting seals the gap in the formation.

He will be trapped in this idol, sealed by the formation, and will never see the light of day.

Huangshan Jun felt uneasy.

Fortunately, after a while, Mo Hua asked: "How is it?"

"It's... not bad..." Huangshan Jun said.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "Then you come out. There is no need to go in at ordinary times. If you encounter any real danger, go in and hide."

He didn't know what Huangshan Jun was hiding in the ruined temple.

But if you leave more options, there will always be a way out.

Huangshan Jun turned into blue smoke and floated out from the seal. He suddenly felt the pressure suddenly reduced and breathed a long sigh of relief. Then he bowed to Mo Hua and said sincerely:

"Thank you, little friend."

"Okay, it's time for me to leave. I'll come see you again when I have time." Mo Hua waved his hand and left the cave.

Huang Shanjun delivered the ink painting to the gate of the ruined temple. His mood was a little complicated for a while. Finally, after hesitating for a long time, he finally said:

"There is an evil god in Qianxue State..."

"Does this evil god have ram's horns?" Mo Hua asked.

"Yes..." Mr. Huangshan nodded, then suddenly stunned, "You... you know?"

Not only did I know about it, I also saw it, and even "ate" it...

"How did you know?" Huangshan Jun was a little shocked.

Mo Hua said: "I encountered several little evil spirits in the nearby state borders. They seem to be the minions of this evil god."

Huang Shanjun looked at the ink painting in astonishment and asked:

"So are you okay?"

Mo Hua smiled and said: "It's okay..."

Huangshan Jun nodded, thinking that he was right, he had learned all the Shinto formations, and a few evil spirits should not be able to trouble this "little plague god".

Huangshan Jun was silent for a moment and said seriously:

"The minions are not scary, the evil god is scary..."

"This evil god has been dormant for a long time. He is very ancient and has monstrous evil thoughts. His current strength is probably less than one thousandth of what he was at his peak. Once he wakes up, even if he hatches only one divine fetus, it will be a huge disaster to the world. A catastrophe..."

Hearing this, Mo Hua's expression darkened.

Although Mr. Huangshan is in a downturn now, he was once "broad" and his vision is still there.

If it said this, it meant that the true form of the great evil god was probably much more terrifying than he imagined.

In particular, He may be "awakening"...

"Do you still remember what I told you before?" Huangshan Jun asked again.

Mo Huaben wanted to ask, what words did you say?

He met Mr. Huangshan many times and said many things to him. How could he still remember what Mr. Huangshan meant?

But he put it into context, frowned and thought about it, and suddenly remembered it.

"Are you saying, 'The borders of Qianxue State are not places to stay for a long time'?"

"That's right," Lord Huangshan sighed, "I said before that you should practice in the sect and leave until you reach the later stage of foundation building. Even if you delay for some years, it should not exceed ten years. Within ten years, you should still be able to do it. …”

"But now it seems that it is a bit dangerous."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, "What do you mean?"

Huangshan Jun raised his head, looked at the seemingly clear sky, and frowned:

"Recently, for some reason, the evil thoughts have suddenly become restless. It seems that someone is secretly planning it, forcing the evil god to speed up the progress. Now it seems that it may not last ten years..."

"Someone... is planning something secretly?" Mo Hua also frowned.

Who is so powerful?

Can he actually force the evil god to speed up his plan?

As Mo Hua thought about it, his heart suddenly jumped.

The person Huang Shanjun is talking about...couldn't it be myself?

Am I forcing the evil god?

Not so much...

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, then quietly asked Huangshan Jun:

"Tiger, what exactly is the evil god's conspiracy you mentioned? What must he do if he wants to revive?"

Mr. Huangshan looked troubled.

"Can't you say it?" Mo Hua asked.

Huangshan Jun sighed, "I don't know the specific conspiracy. I only know that whenever the ancient evil god resurrects, it must be accompanied by a..."

Huangshan Jun looked solemn and his voice was cold, "...a grand blood sacrifice!"

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

A grand... blood sacrifice!

Just on the border of Qianxue State? !

Huangshan Jun looked at the ink painting and said in a deep voice:

"That's all I can say. If this is really the case, once the blood sacrifice is started, all living things will be destroyed and everything will wither. My little friend... take care of yourself."

Mo Hua frowned, "But... in Qianxue State, there are so many fourth- and even fifth-grade families and sects, and so many ancestors are here to control them, how could such a thing as a blood sacrifice happen?"

Huangshan Jun shook his head, "The little god doesn't know this."

Mo Hua didn't know whether it really didn't know or was worried about something, so he couldn't say more, so he just nodded, cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you Tiger, I will remember it."

After that, Mo Hua said goodbye.

Huang Shanjun watched Mo Hua leave, but before leaving, he finally said something meaningful:

"The evil in human nature is the best bait for evil gods..."

Mo Hua looked stunned.

This sentence lingered in Mo Hua's mind until he left Dry Mountain and got on the carriage heading to Yanshui City.

"The evil in human nature is the evil god's best bait..."

Huangshanjun seemed to be reminding him of something.

Or is it the emotion it emits based on its own past?

Mo Hua pondered silently in his heart.

And...a grand blood sacrifice?

Small-scale blood sacrifices may exist, but sacrificing the entire Qianxue State boundary, such a large-scale blood sacrifice, with the understanding of ink painting, it is impossible no matter how you think about it...

Moreover, Mr. Huangshan only said that the resurrection of the ancient evil god must be accompanied by a grand blood sacrifice.

It didn’t say that this evil god must be the Great Desolate Evil God.

The location of His resurrection may not be on the border of Qianxue State.

And it is very likely that it is... in the wilderness?

Mo Hua shook his head.

"Forget it, let's not think about this for now..."

This kind of evil god's big conspiracy is not something he can get involved in at the moment.

Even though I had many, I just stole a little bit of His authority, ate a little bit of His demons, and destroyed a few of His altars.

They are all second grade.

For the Great Desolate Evil God, who didn't know what grade he was in, but was definitely of a very high grade, it shouldn't be a big deal.

You still have to use your time and energy to improve yourself...

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

After that, he began to meditate intently, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The carriage also carried him and drove leisurely towards Yanshui City.

The journey was uneventful.

When we arrived at Yanshui City, it was already evening.

He inquired about the location of the Ye family, determined the direction, and went straight to the door of the Ye family, only to find that the Ye family was heavily guarded to prevent any non-member monks from entering.

Ink painting can't get in.

It's probably not a good idea to inquire rashly, as you will be regarded as a "suspicious monk".

And if there is really something fishy in the Ye family, they might be able to alert the enemy.

Mo Hua was outside the wall again, walking around the Ye family and studying the formation.

He could guess the general pattern of the formation.

But the Ye family is a third-grade family, and there are many third-grade formations in the mansion. The current level of formations in Mo Hua is not easy to handle.

If you use the second-level formation to pry into the corner, you might have a chance to sneak in.

But once discovered, it would be big trouble.

Mo Hua walked around twice, but couldn't find a chance to start. Seeing that it was getting late, he found a noodle restaurant nearby to eat noodles.

The noodle shop is simple and unpretentious, so it is called "Wang Ji Noodle House".

The store is not big, and there is only one owner. She is a lively and talkative aunt.

This noodle shop was specially chosen by Mo Hua after two rounds of shopping. What he liked was the shop's lady's "shout-tongued" nature and her tendency to chatter.

It was getting late at this time, dinner was past, and there were not many people eating noodles.

Mo Hua called "Sister", which made the aunt very happy. Not only did she give Mo Hua more noodles, but she also gave her two extra portions of pickles.

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, and Mo Hua asked about the Ye family without revealing any trace.

There are some things that are not easy for outsiders to find out, but these casual cultivators who grew up in the market and are used to hearing rumors know it all.

Mo Hua chatted with the store owner for a while, and he had a rough idea.

The Ye family is in Yanshui City, and its reputation is not good.

On the other hand, they oppressed the casual cultivators and ran rampant in the countryside. Although they did not go too far and held the Dao Tingsi accountable, they were despised by others overtly and covertly.

On the contrary, they flatter and cling to others.

Within the family, the relationship between disciples is not harmonious.

Moreover, there is another thing that the Ye family is famous for, which is "selling their daughters."

"The Ye family will do anything to follow the trend. Last year, they married a family daughter in her twenties to a widowed elder from an unknown sect who was almost 300 years old."

"Only the Ye family can do this kind of thing..."

The shopkeeper said disgustedly.

Mo Hua's eyes moved, and he suddenly lowered his voice and whispered:

"I've also heard about this. It seems that the legitimate daughter of the Ye family was unwilling to be humiliated and committed suicide..."

The store owner was stunned, "Did he commit suicide? No..."

"Didn't you commit suicide?" Mo Hua pretended to be confused.

The shopkeeper also frowned, thought for a while, and shook his head: "It should be that she didn't commit suicide. I haven't heard anyone else say that."

Mo Hua muttered: "Did I remember it wrong? This is not the suicide? The Ye family...did anyone else commit suicide?"

"Suicide..." The shopkeeper shook his head, "I haven't heard of it recently... It's better to live than to die. No matter how difficult life is, you have to endure it slowly. Who would commit suicide unless it's absolutely necessary?"

"Really..." Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

"But it's hard to say..." The shopkeeper said again, "The Ye family has done many evil things. Even if someone died, they would hide it and probably won't let others know."

"If a girl who married out to climb a high position is insulted and committed suicide, the Ye family probably won't make it public, and I'm afraid they will choose another woman to send to this fire pit..."

"Sister, this kind of thing happens a lot?" Mo Hua asked.

"Who knows?"

The shopkeeper's aunt couldn't help but add another spoonful of noodles to Mo Hua.

"Even if the son of the Ye family dies, they usually don't make it public. Who knows how many people were killed in secret..."

"The son of the Ye family dies?"

"Yes," said the shop aunt, "Last year, or the year before last, the son of the Ye family went out to have fun and died on the Yanshui River..."

Mo Hua's pupils shrank slightly.

The son of the Ye family, who had fun and died on the Yanshui River...