Chapter 943: Strange Trace (Additional Chapter for the Leader of Jia Ling)

Chapter 943: Mysteries (Additional updates for the leader of Jia Ling~)

"Ancestor, you can really rest assured..." Xun Ziyou frowned.

He is only in the late stage of foundation building, not in the late stage of golden elixir. It is fine in the second-level state boundary. Once he reaches the third-level state boundary, there are too many dangers.

Especially some situations are truly dangerous, and even he, an elder in the late Golden Core stage, may not be able to grasp them.

Mr. Xun was silent for a moment, sighed slowly, and asked without answering:

"Do you think Mo Hua will stay in my Taixu Sect?"

Xun Ziyou was startled, "You mean... will he enter the inner door?"

Mr. Xun nodded.

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment and said: "I think he can... He is the leader of the formation. Although his spiritual roots are a bit weak, his talent in formation is really unparalleled, and he has made many meritorious deeds for our Taixu Sect. Yu Qing Yu Li, the sect will accept him into the inner sect..."

"The elders of the sect also like this child very much. Mo Hua gets along well with his fellow sects and is very familiar with the elders. If he doesn't enter the Taixu inner sect, how can he go to other sects? ?”

Mr. Xun shook his head, "This child is destined to never stay in Taixu Sect..."

Xun Ziyou was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He just said:

"If you don't enter the inner gate, you will have to travel out and find a way to form elixirs by yourself..." Xun Ziyou frowned, feeling deeply worried, "It would be too hard to sleep in the open air. Besides, I don’t know how many dangers I will encounter..."

It's not just "dangerous".

Mr. Xun didn't say anything clearly.

Almost no one in the Taixu Sect knows the true origin of the ink paintings.

And because of the great cause and effect, the crisis he will face in the future will be even more terrifying.

It's so terrible that ordinary people can't even imagine it.

The enemy standing opposite him was also incredibly strong.

"You can protect me for a while, but you can't protect me for a lifetime..."

Mr. Xun sighed deeply: "Some dangers can only be faced and overcome by himself."

"Misfortune depends on blessings. In this world, crises and opportunities go hand in hand. Only by going through dangers, going through hardships, finding opportunities in dangerous desperate situations, and moving forward step by step can we truly rise from the ashes and become stronger." "

"Masters, elders, treasures, these are all external, the 'power' given by others."

"Only by truly relying on one's own knowledge, experience, agility and strength to go through disasters and turn danger into good fortune can one be truly 'strong'."

"Only when a sword is tempered can it have its true edge."

Xun Ziyou looked solemn, and then nodded with deep understanding.

Monks who are pampered often cannot withstand hardships and setbacks. When encountering real disasters, their Taoist hearts will easily be broken.

Ordinary people only admire shallow things like a monk's spiritual roots, blood, family background, and appearance.

I don’t know that what is truly precious to a monk is actually his Taoist heart that has endured hardships and endured hardships.

This kind of Taoist heart is difficult to cultivate without tempering.

"The ancestors are far-sighted," Xunzi said leisurely, "I don't care what Mo Hua wants to do."

Xun Ziyou stood up and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Mr. Xun again.

"stop."

Mr. Xun said: "I didn't ask you to really ignore it."

Xun Ziyou was stunned, "Huh?"

"You can't really just ignore everything."

Mr. Xun said, he thought about it for a while, but he still couldn't bear it.

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

This is indeed true, but if Mo Hua, a precious disciple of his Taixu Sect, is really injured by a bump or someone accidentally dies...

Just thinking about it makes Mr. Xun feel heartbroken.

What's more, unlike other geniuses, Mo Hua doesn't have a talisman of longevity on him.

Without this thing to know everything, there can be no negligence at all.

If something goes wrong, it will be irreversible.

If you want to get it back, it will be too late.

Old Mr.

But Taixumen does not have the hole of "the old man is about to die".

Even if there were, how could someone with no relatives and no connection spend their energy to plant longevity charms for an unrelated child like Mo Hua?

Mr. Xun thought about growing it himself.

But there are only a few Dongxu in Taixu Sect, and he is the only one who is proficient in formations and knows the secrets of heaven.

At this time, in the border area of ​​Qianxue State, the sky is dark, a storm is coming, the situation is strange and dangerous.

Many major events still need to be planned by him personally.

His old bones will continue to burn to continue the fire of the sect.

It is impossible to sacrifice one's origins and abandon one's path just for the sake of ink painting to plant this talisman of longevity.

Then we can only think of other ways.

"If Mo Hua goes out to travel, away from Taixumen and Qianzhou, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away. I can't worry about it, and I can't control it even if I want to."

"But at least there should be a back-up near the border of Qianxue State to protect him."

Mr. Xun took out a pure white jade pendant and handed it to Xun Ziyou.

"The Taixu Liangyi Lock is the most precious treasure of my Taixu Sect. It is now hung around Mo Hua's neck to protect his cause and effect."

"This jade pendant matches the Taixu Liangyi Lock and can sense part of his causal energy."

"If this jade pendant is white, it means everything is safe, and there will be no surprises in Mo Hua."

"If it's light red, there's a small crisis; if it's dark red, there's a big crisis;"

"If it's black," Mr. Xun's eyes darkened, "...it's a sign of death!"

Xun Ziyou looked stern.

Mr. Xun gave him the jade pendant and ordered: "Take this jade pendant and follow him. Don't follow him too closely. If there is anything, let him solve it by himself. But if he encounters a life-or-death crisis, you will do it at all costs. We must keep him.”

Xun Ziyou took the jade pendant solemnly, feeling his heart heavy.

Although it is a third-grade state boundary, if nothing unexpected happens, he, a sword cultivator elder in the late Jindan stage of Taixu Sect, should be able to handle any crisis.

But don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

If something really went wrong and something went wrong in Mo Hua, he wouldn't be able to cure it in time. Even if he lost his life afterwards, it wouldn't help.

"Ancestor, what if something goes wrong...I can't save it?" Xun Ziyou asked with a frown.

Old Mr.

Xun Ziyou's heart skipped a beat.

This is the second time that the ancestor has mentioned the Void Sword Order.

Using the Void Sword Command is enough to show Mo Hua's status among the ancestors.

In other words, it is the importance of ink painting to Taixu Sect.

But Xun Ziyou is still a little puzzled, "The boundaries of the third-level states have realm restrictions. Even if the Void Sword Order is crushed, the void cannot be broken..."

"You don't have to worry about it, I have my own arrangements." Mr. Xun said calmly.

Xun Ziyou didn't know what his ancestor had planned, but he didn't dare to ask.

Old Mr.

After finishing speaking, Mr. Xun added: "Don't be like before. In the late stage of the golden elixir, even if you stare at a foundation-building disciple, you can be seen..."

Xun Ziyou was a little ashamed, "Yes, I will be careful this time..."

Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Go ahead."

Xun Ziyou took the order and went.

The elders were in the middle, leaving only Mr. Xun.

He looked at the chaotic compass in front of him, with its cause and effect disordered, and frowned. After a long time, he sighed slowly:

"I can only protect you to this point..."

"Whether the opportunity for this trip is big or small, whether the luck is good or bad, you can only look at yourself..."

…

On the mountain road at the border of Qianxue State, Mo Hua sat in a carriage and walked towards the remote Gushan City.

About half a day later, Mo Hua arrived at Gushan City.

The dilapidated city was built close to the mountain. The rocks are dark and the trees are desolate. From a distance, there is nothing unusual, but the ink painting always feels that there is something weird hidden in the mountain.

After entering Gushan City, Mo Hua first went to find Shen Xiuyan.

In a hidden teahouse private room, Shen Xiuyan handed a storage bag to Mo Hua.

"Everything the young master wants is in the bag. But time is urgent, and my authority is limited. I only found some marginal things, and some of them are fragmentary, which may not be useful."

Shen Xiuyan whispered to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took the storage bag, glanced at it, and said, "Thank you very much."

"It would be great if I can help you, sir," Shen Xiu said, then with a hint of apology on his face, "I can't stay long."

He is the elder of the Shen family, and Mo Hua is the genius of Taixu Clan.

Although the relationship between the Shen family and the Taixu Sect is not as tense as fire and water, it can still easily arouse suspicion if someone is interested.

In particular, in a sense, Shen Xiuyan was indeed "selling out" the Shen family.

Once discovered, it is impossible to explain.

Mo Hua also understood this, he cupped his hands and said: "Elder Xiu, please help yourself, I won't give it away."

Shen Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, bowed, and left.

In the teahouse, only Mo Hua was left.

Mo Hua thought for a while, but did not leave. Instead, he directly opened the storage bag and drank tea while reading the file Shen Xiuyan handed him.

The teahouse is quiet and undisturbed.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was strong and he was very focused on reading. In just half an hour, he roughly browsed through all these files and then fell into deep thought.

The file records the beginning and end of the Shen family's mining of the Gushan mineral deposits, which lasted for hundreds of years and involved all aspects, including the transfer of monks, project arrangements, spiritual weapon structures, spiritual contract regulations, mineral flows, spiritual stone prices, and copper mines. Stock estimates, casual cultivators' surname genealogy...etc.

It even included several conflicts between the Shen family and the casual cultivators.

These dossier documents cover a wide range, but are relatively fragmented. They are fragments of some mining events in different time periods spanning hundreds of years.

Through these, Mo Hua had a preliminary concrete impression of the mine.

But the deeper truth still cannot be discovered, and the whole picture cannot be glimpsed.

The only thing that Mo Hua cared about was the "orphans" of Gushan City.

Mo Hua looked through the files and found that during a certain period of time, the number of orphans in Gushan City increased sharply, but there was no record of what happened before and after.

I don’t know if it was the situation of casual cultivators, but no one cared about it, so no one recorded it specifically.

There is still a file record, but it was sealed by the Shen family.

Or... was it destroyed directly?

Mo Hua frowned slightly, feeling more and more confused.

"What exactly did the Shen family do in Gushan?"

"Could the Shen family's affairs be related to the evil fetus?"

"The Cunning Rabbit has three caves, one mountain and one river... Is there really an evil fetus hidden in the lonely mountain?"

"If it is hidden, then where will this evil fetus be hidden?"

For the rest of the time, Mo Hua carefully read through these files, trying to find some clues.

But he found nothing after searching for a long time.

Mo Hua decided to go to the mountain where the Shen family lived.

He did not call Master Gu, but planned to go alone.

He knew the art of concealment, and it was more convenient for him to go alone to investigate incognito. Moreover, he did not want to implicate Master Gu.

He had the Taixu Sect as his backer, and he had no worries in Gushan City, so he could come and go freely.

But Master Gu was different. He did not have a high status in the Gu family, and he had to manage the livelihoods of a group of apprentices in the weapon refining business. If he really went against the Shen family, he would definitely be sought after, and then he would be in big trouble.

Mo Hua also estimated it.

Although Gushan City was a third-grade city, it was a very poor third-grade territory.

The Jindan that came and went were generally in the early stage.

His body skills now integrated the art of concealment, the passing water step and the water shadow phantom body. Facing a cultivator in the early stage of the Jindan, even if he could not beat him, he could still run away.

Mo Hua thought it over, packed up a little, and then hid himself and entered Gushan alone.

…

At the same time when Mo Hua entered Gushan, Shen Xiuyan, the Shen family in Gushan City, had already got on the carriage and was ready to return to Xiaolingmen.

He handed over the Shen family files, even some unimportant files, to Mo Hua, which was considered a "leak".

Although it was not a big mistake, it is better to have less trouble than more.

After the matter was done, get out early to avoid being involved.

And, to be honest, when he saw Mo Hua now, he thought of his background and couldn't help but feel a little scared. He really didn't want to deal with Mo Hua.

Shen Xiuyan drove the car and prepared to go back to the sect.

But after the carriage had just taken a few steps, it met a person head-on.

This person had an ordinary appearance, but an extraordinary aura. He was dressed as an elder of the Shen family. He was the real elder of the Shen family, Shen Shouxing.

"Xiuyan?" Shen Shouxing said.

Shen Xiuyan had to come out and greet him, "Brother Shouxing."

"You're back to the sect so early?" Shen Shouxing asked.

"There's something going on in the sect."

Shen Shouxing nodded, and then said, "I have something to ask you, just follow me."

Shen Xiuyan was a little nervous, but Shen Shouxing had a higher level of cultivation and more power than him, so he didn't dare to refuse.

Although the two had some personal relationships, this was in a noble family, and friendship was not as important as interests.

"Okay." Shen Xiuyan said.

The two went to the living room, and someone served tea.

Shen Shouxing dismissed his attendants, and seeing that there was no one around, he was silent for a moment, and then said to Shen Xiuyan: "A few years ago, you asked for a fortune for me..."

"Give me a fortune?"

Shen Xiuyan was startled, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought it was about Mo Hua, but it turned out to be a false alarm...

"That fortune said," Shen Shouxing frowned, "I will only have one son in this life?"

Shen Xiuyan didn't know why Shen Shouxing mentioned this matter, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood.

His "account" was ruined, so he wanted to open a new one.

Shen Xiuyan nodded, "Not bad."

"This hexagram cannot be changed?"

Shen Xiuyan pondered for a moment, and said, "I asked someone to ask for this hexagram from Xuanji Valley. The elders of Xuanji Valley said that the cause and effect are set, and this is your fate. What you do, what you get, can't be changed."

Speaking of this hexagram, it is also a bit strange.

He originally wanted to ask Old Man Wen to calculate this hexagram.

Old Man Wen came from Xuanji Valley. He has a treasure on him, called the Three Talents Yishu Copper Coin. Although he can't predict things like a god, he can also predict good and bad luck.

Back then, he followed Old Man Wen and Young Master Yun to Tongxian City, Nanyue City, and Lizhou City.

Along the way, he also benefited from his divination method.

But since experiencing that incident, after returning, Old Man Wen was frightened. He said that he was afraid of being involved in strange cause and effect, so he sealed himself off from the study of divination.

For fifty years, don't ask for the secrets of heaven, don't look at cause and effect, and live a miserable life.

He had no choice but to ask old man Wen to introduce another elder of Xuanji Valley to calculate this hexagram for Shen Shouxing.

At that time, after the elder of Xuanji Valley calculated Shen Shouxing's hexagram, his face turned pale and he said a lot of unpleasant words.

Shen Xiuyan couldn't convey it as it was, so he could only pick out some "cause and effect are predetermined" and tell Shen Shouxing.

At the same time, he also told him that he would only have one son in his life.

But this hexagram was just a random calculation.

Shen Xiuyan and Shen Shouxing didn't really take it to heart at the beginning.

Cause and effect are illusory, and hexagrams are just hexagrams after all, which can't explain anything.

But now, Shen Shouxing really has only one son. His Taoist partner in public and so many concubines in secret, none of them show signs of pregnancy.

This is a bit strange.

And now, his only son Shen Qingsheng is naughty and makes trouble.

Raising people is like planting trees, but if the tree grows crooked, you can still cut off the dead branches and straighten it with an axe.

If the son grows crooked, then he is really crooked, and there is really no way to do it.

Shen Xiuyan thought about it and began to sympathize with Shen Shouxing, the powerful elder, "Do you want to... tell me another fortune?"

Shen Shouxing nodded, "Thank you, Brother Xiuyan."

"What if..." Shen Xiuyan considered, "What if the fortune is still the same?"

Shen Shouxing frowned, "Then please ask Brother Xiuyan if there is a way to 'go against the luck and change the fate'..."

"Go against the luck and change the fate..." Shen Xiuyan repeated it, and suddenly lost his mind and nodded, "Okay, I'll ask for you..."

"Thank you!" Shen Shouxing bowed.

The two of them finished chatting and had nothing else to say.

After Shen Shouxing finished his tea, he was ready to get up and leave, but when he turned around and walked a few steps, he found that Shen Xiuyan was still sitting on the chair, motionless.

Shen Shouxing was a little strange and frowned, "Brother Xiuyan?"

Shen Xiuyan sat woodenly, his expression was a little dazed, as if he didn't hear what he said, and he also lost his perception of everything around him.

"You..."

Shen Shouxing frowned even more tightly.

At this moment, a low voice sounded, "Don't count it."

"What?" Shen Shouxing was startled.

Shen Xiuyan slowly raised his head, his eyes dim, with a hint of gray, "I'll calculate for you... You only have this one son in this life."

Shen Shouxing touched Shen Xiuyan's eyes, and lost his mind for a moment, and then his eyes dimmed, and he murmured in a low voice:

"I only have this one son in this life."

Shen Xiuyan's voice was low and strange: "If this son dies, you will have no descendants."

"If this son dies, I will have no descendants." Shen Shouxing repeated it exactly the same.

And these words, like seeds, took root in his heart...

"I only have this one son in this life."

"If this son dies, I will have no descendants..."

"No descendants..."

Shen Shouxing's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then gradually brightened, regaining his spirit, he turned to look at Shen Xiuyan.

Shen Xiuyan was also a little surprised, and then he stood up and bowed, saying: "It's getting late, I have to go back to the sect."

"Then I won't keep Brother Xiuyan." Shen Shouxing also said.

"Goodbye."

"Take care."

The two of them went their separate ways as if nothing had happened.

Shen Xiuyan got on the carriage, with the sound of hooves and the wheels, he left Gushan City and drove towards Xiaolingmen.

The mountains on both sides passed by one by one.

Shen Xiuyan in the carriage was absent-minded for a moment, and suddenly frowned.

"Did I just... say something to Shen Shouxing?"

"It seems... I didn't say anything? I just drank a cup of tea?"

"That's right, I didn't have much to say to him."

"I can't remember clearly..."

Shen Xiuyan shook his head, "Maybe I'm too tired, or maybe I've had too many dreams and am mentally sleepy..."

During this period, he occasionally dreamed.

I dreamed of the dark little temple outside Lizhou City.

But this time it was not a nightmare, and he would not cut his neck with a knife again.

It was just an ordinary dream. Everything in the dream was not so scary, not so dark, not so bloody.

The figure of Xiao Mohua roasting sweet potatoes in the dream became more and more vivid.

Shen Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat in the carriage with peace of mind and drove towards Xiaolingmen.

But at this moment he did not realize that in his dream, Mo Hua's figure became more and more vivid, and the figure of the Taoist in the shadow became clearer and clearer...