Asking about longevity

Chapter 689 Rumors

Even though he had already made some guesses, Mo Hua still felt a slight chill in his heart.

Mo Hua’s eyes darkened slightly and asked:

“How did those two children disappear?”

Gu Changhuai said: "According to the nearby fishing cultivator, the two children were playing in the village in the evening. At night, they suddenly disappeared..."

"Lao Yutou's family thought at first that the two children were too playful and refused to go home, but as the night got darker and darker, there were still no traces of their two grandsons. Only then did they realize something was wrong, and they searched the village all night for something. Haven’t found any…”

 “I went to the river to look for it, but couldn’t find it either.”

 “It’s like disappearing into thin air…”

“The fisherman in the village suspected that the two children were playful and approached the Yanshui River rashly, and were dragged into the water by the water demon in the river and eaten..."

"But at present, it seems that these two children were kidnapped by the dragon crossing the river."

“If we don’t think of a way early, once these two children are sold by the Dragon Crossing the River, it will be extremely difficult to rescue them...”

Gu Changhuai’s eyes were solemn.

“I can only ask people from the Gu family to find places near the Yanshui River and around small fishing villages…”

Except for encountering a demon cultivator who is at the pinnacle of foundation building like Fire Buddha and is almost invincible under the golden elixir, Mo Hua should not be in too much danger in the second-level state boundary or in a small fishing village.

The hemp rope is broken at the thin spot, and bad luck only affects the misfortune.

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

"Looking at it this way, the Dragon Crossing the River has probably captured those two children into the stronghold you mentioned. Now we need to find the entrance to the stronghold as soon as possible..."

"Um."

The child is innocent.

If this is the case, you may never come back...

 The ink painting feels chilly.

Mo Hua left Taixumen early, took a carriage, passed through Qingzhou City, and then drove along the road to the Yanshui River. When he arrived at the small fishing village, it was noon.

 But it’s too late now.

Originally, during this ten-day break, he wanted to go to Dry Mountain first, meet his old friend Huangshan Jun in the ruined temple, chat with him, and then make some insinuations to ask if there was any way to deal with the evil god, or what he should pay attention to. of.

It is also possible that...it was used as a sacrifice by the dragon crossing the river and sent to the evil god.

 He actually already knew where the entrance to the "stronghold" was, but he couldn't say it yet.

In the small fishing village, there was much less smoke. Most of the fishermen did not bother to eat, but scattered around, shouting "Xiao Shun'er" and "Xiao Shui'er"...

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and said:

"fair enough."

Mo Hua was about to say yes when he suddenly paused and thought deeply:

Yi Mo Hua is so clever and astute that if he couldn't find it, Gu Changhuai didn't think he would be able to find the clues.

Gu Changhuai had no doubt that he was there, so he just followed the usual instructions and said:

 No...not selling.

These fishermen are all helping to find two grandsons for Lao Yutou.

Some fishing cultivators, even though they usually have quarrels with Lao Yutou, will still help find him.

“Has Daotingsi sent someone to look for him?” Mo Hua asked.

“Uncle Gu, you are a third-grade Diansi, and you are also busy on weekdays, so don’t come here for now. I will tell you when I find the entrance.”

At the end of the tenth day, Mo Hua went to the small fishing village again.

 A little later, Yutou’s two little grandsons may really not even have any bones left.

Although the small fishing village is poor, in a village, people eat and live together, and live together day and night, which makes them more humane.

 Let’s go to Mr. Huangshan later.

 “But there are no clues in these places.”

 Xiao Shun'er and Xiao Shui'er are the nicknames of Lao Yutou's two grandsons.

 “Then be careful.”

Gu Changhuai: "I'll take the time to go there too..."

In this world, the more miserable people are, the more miserable their lives will be.

“I hope Uncle Yu’s two grandsons were not really taken to the bottom of the well shrouded in blood mist by the dragon crossing the river..."

Even if there is real danger, this child's abilities should be more than enough to protect himself.

Gu Changhuai hesitated for a moment and felt helpless, "The small fishing village is a mixed community of casual cultivators. It is not within the fairy city. There are many monks who have no cultivating status, and the jurisdiction is loose. The Dao Tingsi is generally reluctant to intervene, because even if the monks without status help them, the superiors It’s not considered an achievement…”

 After experiencing various things, Gu Changhuai was not too worried about the safety of the ink paintings.

Although he is a Jindan monk, when it comes to finding people, he may not be any more "professional" than ink painting.

 “Not outside, but still in the small fishing village.”

After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Lao Yutou, who was devoted to finding a way out for his two grandsons.

Mo Hua thought for a while and decided: "The day after tomorrow, I will go to the small fishing village to have a look."

 They had to work for two days less, but they were just hungry for one day.

But if the child is lost, it means that he has two living lives, his own flesh and blood, and will never be seen again in this life, and no one will feel happy.

Mo Hua sighed.

 He thought for a while and went to Lao Yutou's home first.

 There are several elderly monks in Lao Yutou's house. They all look very old, with gray hair and skinny bones. They should be the elders of the village.

 Lao Yutou sat under the eaves, his eyes numb and lost his soul.

His shoes were worn out. He was obviously a Foundation Establishment monk and his body was not weak, but he didn’t know how long he had walked or where he had walked. The soles of his feet were chapped and even bleeding.

　　…“…take a break…”

 “Look for it slowly…don’t rush it.”

Several old men were comforting him.

 You can be as old as a piece of wood, and you will feel as if you have never heard of it.

It wasn't until Mo Hua entered the door that Lao Yu's numb eyes turned, and various expressions of regret and hatred appeared on his ashen face.

"I was wrong…"

 Lao Yutou looked at the ink painting and shed tears.

“Young Master, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have disobeyed you...”

 “I’m too greedy.”

 Lao Yutou slapped himself hard, "Why am I... greedy?"

 “I deserve to die…”

 Old Yu's head was red with eyes full of regret.

Hearing this, several old men around him looked shocked and looked at each other.

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly and he asked softly:

“Uncle Yu, what’s going on?”

 Lao Yu lowered his eyes with his head down and his expression was tangled. Finally, all the strength in his body seemed to be exhausted. He no longer persisted and sighed dejectedly:

"That day, I heard what you said, young master, and I thought it was very reasonable. One cannot be dissatisfied and cannot ask for more from the River God."

“I plan to never raise blood fish, make sacrifices to the river god, or make wishes to the river god...”

"I have obviously made plans and made up my mind... But when I dreamed at night, my two little grandsons had obviously entered the sect, but because of their humble background, they were ridiculed, humiliated, oppressed, and... To be forced to do things for them, to be their lackeys..."

“In the end, Xiao Shui’er couldn’t bear the humiliation and committed suicide silently…”

“And his brother Xiao Shun’er wanted to avenge his younger brother, but he was no match for those disciples from aristocratic families and was beaten to death…”

“After being beaten to death, his body was completely corroded with black poison and was beyond recognition..."

Hearing this, Mo Hua's scalp felt numb and his heart felt horrified.

 “Is this...?”

 Lao Yutou didn’t know what Mo Hua was thinking, but continued:

 “My two little grandsons are just gone…”

“After I woke up, I was startled into a cold sweat. Then I realized that I had thought too simply. The water in the sect was too deep. I, a casual cultivator, knew nothing about it.”

"Eight thousand spiritual stones are not a small amount for us casual cultivators. But for aristocratic families and sects, they are nothing but a drop in the bucket."

"These spiritual stones are far from enough to give my two little grandchildren a good future."

“But it’s useless for me. I am a foundation builder because I am old and lucky. I have a lucky break. I have no monastic inheritance and no other abilities..."

 “I still can only...ask the river god.”

 Lao Yutou looked sad.

Mo Hua had a guess in his mind and sighed: "What next?"

"Then..." Old Yutou's tears flowed down again, "Then, I suffered retribution, I was too greedy..."

 “The river **** blamed me.”

“It punished me by taking away my two little grandchildren.”

"My two little grandsons will never come back..."

 The old man's expression was ashen.

Mo Hua frowned.

 Suddenly an old man exclaimed: "Sacrifice to the river god? You..."

His pupils widened and he said tremblingly: "You...what are you offering as a sacrifice?"

 The old man's reaction shocked everyone around him.

 Lao Yutou didn't know why, and said in a hoarse voice: "A small blood-red fish..."

The old man's face instantly turned pale, and he said in shock: "What a disaster..."

Mo Hua was startled and quickly asked the white-haired old man:

“Grandpa, what’s the origin of this little blood-red fish?”

  The old man's eyes were horrified, "This is a sign of destroying the village..."

The other people looked a little confused.

"You don't know..." The old man's eyelids trembled and his voice was cold:

"I have lived for three hundred years. A long time ago, I heard someone say that there used to be a fishing village in our area..."

“That fishing village is bigger than ours, and there are many more fishermen in the village than us.”

“The weather was good at first. Although the fishing village is not rich, it has enough food and clothing.”

“Later, for some unknown reason, there were always dead people in the river, and the fishermen cultivators were terrified.”

"Then someone passed by and told them that they had offended the River God, and the River God had punished them." "They had to dig a well, raise blood fish with human blood, and then throw them into the well and offer them to the River God."

“In this way, the river **** will forgive everyone after receiving faith.”

"Everyone was hesitant, so they did it, and sure enough, there were no more dead people in the river."

“However, after being raised like this, everyone found that the people in the village seemed to have problems. Their eyes were dull and their reactions were slow. They were a bit like the ‘walking zombies’...”

“It’s like...something has eaten your brain...”

The old man's voice trembled slightly, as if he was still frightened.

“Later, for some unknown reason, the whole village disappeared…”

Mo Hua’s pupils shrank, “Disappear?”

The old man nodded, "Yes, everything is gone. Everyone is gone. The whole village is gone too. No one knows what happened..."

“At the same time, there will be heavy fog in this area with a radius of ten miles at night, making it difficult to see even if you stretch out your hand.”

“Anyone who dared to walk into the fog never came out.”

 The expression in the ink painting became solemn and thoughtful.

"Oh, no," the old man suddenly paused and said suddenly, "I remember, there was a person who came out..."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Who?"

The old man shook his head, "When I was a kid, I heard what some elders said, but how could I know who it was?"

“I just heard that the monk carried a sword on his back and had long eyebrows. He ignored everyone’s dissuasion and walked straight into the fog.”

“Everyone thought he was dead, but they didn’t expect that near dawn, he came out alive.”

“It’s just that there were no injuries on his body, but his face was a little pale, as if he had gone through a hard battle and was seriously injured.”

“After he came out, he gave two instructions: firstly, everyone should not enter the blood mist again, otherwise life or death would be uncertain; secondly, not to raise a kind of small blood-red fish, otherwise the village would be destroyed..."

 “It’s just that what he said is a bit strange.”

"A heavy fog is a heavy fog, and there is no blood color. Where can it be a blood fog?"

The old man shook his head and continued: "However, although the monk carrying the sword does not know his cultivation and origin, he is definitely not an ordinary person, so everyone passed down his words..."

“After that, the fog gradually subsided, and the former fishing village had completely disappeared.”

“It took nearly a hundred years before the current small fishing village was built.”

“And the monks in the past have died and grown old. The two sentences left by the sword-carrying monk are rarely known, and they don’t know at all the terrible taboos in them..."

 The old man looked sighing with emotion.

Others also looked panicked when they heard this.

 But some people don’t believe it, “How can a disaster that destroys a village be so mysterious?”

 “I don’t know where I heard the rumors…”

“That’s right, there are so many gods and disasters. Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi probably fell into the water and were taken away by the water demon..."

"What are you talking about? If you are taken away by a water monster, can you still survive?"

“In my opinion, he must have been abducted by human traffickers. Maybe he can be found back in a few days...”

“The trafficker kidnapped me, how can I find him?”

“Lao Yutou, don’t worry, it’s probably just two children who were having fun and lost their way. Maybe one day, they will come back by themselves..."

 …

 The monks around him were all comforting Lao Yutou.

 Lao Yutou shook his head with a sad expression and said firmly: "It's the River God..."

“It was my greed that angered Lord River God. My two little grandsons were taken away by Lord River God and will never come back..."

 “I have nothing in my life…”

 “I don’t think about it at all…”

 Lao Yutou's eyes were numb and his expression was desperate, as if he had exhausted all hope in this life and was instantly crushed by the cruel reality.

Mo Hua’s pupils trembled.

 He found that the old man’s will power seemed to be drained away.

 At the same time, there seemed to be something in the fish tank in the house that was rapidly expanding and growing twisted...

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, and he condensed a golden light with his finger, shot out of the air, ran straight into the house, and instantly smashed the small fish tank that Old Yutou used to raise blood fish to pieces.

 The fish tank was shattered and the river flowed all over the place.

 A red monster jumped out directly.

It has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and its body is covered with scales. Its cheeks have turned into hands and feet. Its two eyes are hollow and numb, and it walks upright like a human.

 It is the blood fish raised by Lao Yutou.

Mo Hua said to Lao Yutou and the others: "Back off!" Then he raised his hand and fired several fireballs, which exploded on the **** fish demon.

The fireball is not very powerful. When it hit the evil fish monster, it only staggered.

 The **** fish demon Jie Jie laughed wildly, looking deformed and arrogant.

Mo Hua pointed his finger, and several fireballs whizzed away.

The fish demon seemed to be gradually getting used to this body, and its movements became more agile. It dodged the fireballs one by one, and then looked at Mo Hua with a somewhat ferocious and contemptuous expression.

Mo Hua looked calm and still used the fireball technique.

These fireballs were also dodged by the fish demon, but they exploded on the ground, raising some smoke and dust.

The ink painting was covered by the smoke and dust, and the fingers were dotted, and the ink was controlled by the consciousness, and the painting formed a formation. Near the fish demon, several second-level earth fire formations were quickly manifested.

 The technique of ink painting is fast and subtle.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, when the fish demon noticed the dense fiery red formations under its feet, its ugly pupils suddenly widened.

 But it was too late.

 The fierce flames exploded and engulfed the fish demon directly.

A wailing sound sounded, and the newly born fish demon was directly blasted into a pool of blood mist by several earth fire arrays.

The surrounding elderly monks looked shocked and had no idea what was going on. The fish demon was killed by Mo Hua.

 But even though the fish demon is dead, the blood mist still remains.

Mo Hua took a step forward and approached the blood mist. As expected, the blood mist penetrated directly into Mo Hua's mouth and nose.

 After the ink painting swallowed the blood mist, he immediately meditated on the spot, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, the **** fish demon appeared again.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness of the ink painting, it laughed wildly, its eyes like dead fish kept turning, revealing its hunger and thirst, thinking that it had arrived at its own home court.

 But the next moment, the figure of the ink painting appeared.

 The fish demon was stunned for a moment before he had time to react.

Mo Hua's body was glowing with golden light. He stretched out his little hand and grabbed the fish demon's throat. Then he squeezed it with his bare hands. In just a moment, he squeezed the little fish demon to death.

 Then Mo Hua exited the sea of ​​consciousness and opened his eyes.

 It was very quiet in the yard.

Those elderly monks were both frightened and confused.

 They don’t know what happened, let alone what Mo Hua did.

 And in Lao Yutou's eyes, besides being frightened and confused, there was also the remaining, dead despair.

Mo Hua looked unbearable, only then did he understand.

　In a miserable life, it gives people a glimmer of hope, and then completely extinguishes this glimmer of hope, thus causing greater despair.

This kind of despair will instantly drain people of their "hope" to live. It is an extremely strong and painful will.

 This is also the best sacrifice to the evil god.

Mo Hua looked at the "walking zombie" old Yutou, sighed and said: "The River God is fake."

 Lao Yutou's eyes turned numbly.

Mo Hua said: "There is no river **** at all, and this is not a sacrifice. The fish you raise are actually of no use at all. This kind of fish is just an ordinary 'water demon'..."

“Your grandson was not taken away by the river god, but by the ‘human traffickers’.”

"This human trafficker, Daotingsi has been tracking him for many days."

 Lao Yutou slowly came back to his senses, "Dao Tingsi?"

Mo Hua nodded and took out his bronze waist badge of Daotingsi, "Actually, I am from Daotingsi. I came to this small fishing village because there are traffickers hiding in your village, but you didn't notice it..."

“Your two grandsons are the victims of human traffickers.”

"Daotingsi already has clues and is sending people to investigate. You don't have to worry. The results should be available soon..."

 Lao Yutou's eyes gradually regained their luster.

He used all his strength to get up and kowtowed to Mo Hua, "Thank you, please, young master..."

 It's just that his will power was extracted and his consciousness was devoured too much. His whole face turned pale and he was extremely weak.

Mo Hua helped him up and whispered:

“Daotingsi is investigating this matter secretly and cannot alert others. Don’t tell anyone about it...”

 Old Yutou nodded solemnly.

His two little grandsons were taken away by human traffickers, not by the river god, so there is still hope, there is still hope...

 There was another trace of longing and hope for life in his eyes.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

 Although it was said that he was taken away by human traffickers, in fact...

 It is no different from those captured by evil gods.

 After that, Mo Hua left Lao Yutou's home and walked in the small fishing village, thinking deeply in his heart, and began to think about the next plan.

You have to go to the bottom of this well no matter what.

And listening to the conversation of the old men in this small fishing village just now, he finally knew what was at the bottom of the well.

Mo Hua felt a slight chill in his heart, and his expression gradually became serious.

 If the rumors I heard just now are correct, then this well should be the entrance.

It leads to the fishing village that was contaminated by the evil **** hundreds of years ago and disappeared entirely...

 (End of this chapter)