Chapter 936 Orphan

This evil fetus is both familiar and strange.

It looks like a black baby, somewhat like the one Mo Hua killed before, but obviously bigger, with more deformed limbs and a more chaotic aura. Who knows how much resentment, bitterness, and malice it contains.

At this moment, it is looking at Mo Hua with a cold expression and ferocious eyes.

Mo Hua is also looking at it.

In the dark and dirty nightmare, a golden figure and a dirty black evil baby stare at each other silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the evil baby's expression suddenly became violent, and it opened its jagged teeth, its eyes were bloodshot, and its right hand pointed at Mo Hua, muttering a strange voice.

Mo Hua frowned, wondering what it was going to do, and then he found that the black mist was surging around him, and the blood was shaking.

The ground was bulging everywhere, and the black water condensed, showing one after another human figure.

The human figure looked like a demon, but if you look closely, it is not a "demon", but a real "human", one after another tragically dead.

They were in tattered clothes, with broken limbs and bloody tears on their faces. They were enslaved and dominated, full of countless resentments, and struggled to crawl towards Mo Hua.

Hands grabbed Mo Hua, and mouths opened and bit Mo Hua.

Severe pain came.

This pain was not just physical pain, but seemed to be mixed with the depression and suffering of countless monks before their death, and the sorrow and despair after their death.

Mo Hua's expression changed, and he pointed, but no fireball appeared at his fingertips.

He moved his mind, and no formation was formed around him. He clenched his palm, and no sword of mind was formed in his palm.

It was as if in this nightmare, he was just a weak, humble, and low-level monk.

He had no cultivation, no magic, no formation, no sword tactics, nothing, and was desperate and powerless in the face of the catastrophe.

More and more people who died tragically crawled to Mo Hua's side and gnawed at Mo Hua's body.

The pain of life and the despair of death, like venom, penetrated into Mo Hua's whole body.

The pain intensified, and Mo Hua, who had lost all his strength, gradually felt cold and desperate.

Just as he was bitten by these half-human, half-ghost demons, sinking into endless pain and about to be drowned by the mountain of corpses, a sense of clarity suddenly arose, and his heart of Tao was immediately purified as before.

Mo Hua suddenly woke up.

"Fake... everything is fake."

"This weak, powerless, humble low-level cultivator is not me."

"I am Mo Hua, I have a divine mind transformed by Tao, and I have my own Tao. Hundreds of thousands of formations are perfect and integrated into my body. The divine mind turns into a sword to kill both the small self and the evil demons."

Mo Hua's eyes became more and more determined, blooming with the sharpness of a sword.

He clenched his palms.

There was a ray of sword intent in his palm, which was constantly twisting, flickering, and generating, constantly breaking through certain mental limitations and breaking certain nightmare rules...

Finally, there was a subtle sound, and cracks all over Mo Hua's body.

Mo Hua clenched his right hand, and a golden light flashed, and the sword showed its sharpness.

He held the sword of divine thought in his hand, and the first sword slashed at himself.

The golden sword light flashed, and directly smashed his "divine thought incarnation" into pieces.

But what was slashed was not himself, but the weak, powerless, desperate, and humble monk who could only die miserably in the face of the catastrophe.

What was slashed was the nightmare rule, the "self" given to him through deception and bewitching.

The false self was annihilated, the self was traced back, and Mo Hua's mind was instantly clear.

The rules of nightmare were broken.

All the power of Mo Hua's divine thought returned to his body.

The sword of divine thoughts in his hand was shining brightly, and the sword energy surged. Mo Hua swung his arm horizontally, and the sword energy pulled out a dazzling golden light, like a river bursting its banks, sweeping across.

All the half-human, half-ghost demons were cut in half, strangled by the golden sword light, and turned into ashes.

The black air in the nightmare was swept away.

Mo Hua turned his head and looked forward.

The deformed and strong "evil baby" in front was still looking at Mo Hua with a ferocious look.

Mo Hua did not kill this "evil baby".

Because he knew that what was in front of him was just an "illusion", which was originally just a non-existent thing, a kind of causal force.

It was like the "anchor point" of cause and effect. Nightmares and demons came because of it, but it was not here at all.

The rules of the nightmare were broken, Mo Hua's consciousness gradually became clear, the nightmare dissipated, and the figure of the evil baby also gradually disappeared.

But the evil fetus is still looking at Mo Hua...

When Mo Hua fell asleep, it was looking at Mo Hua; when Mo Hua was swallowed by the demon, it was looking at Mo Hua; when Mo Hua broke the nightmare and killed the demon with a sword, it was still looking at Mo Hua; now that the nightmare is about to dissipate, it is still looking at Mo Hua.

Its pupils are hollow and dark, oozing with blood, looking gloomy and terrifying.

Until the nightmare completely dissipated and Mo Hua woke up from the nightmare, this pair of bloody eyes were still imprinted in his mind.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

He found that the spiritual ink on the table was overturned, and the ink penetrated the array paper, and the traces were still wet.

The nightmare came and went quickly.

It didn't take long from falling asleep to waking up from the dream.

Mo Hua cleaned up the table, wiped off the ink, sorted out the scrolls, and then sat at the table, frowning and thinking.

"Why do I have this nightmare?"

Was it because the evil fetus before was not cut cleanly. Or was it because the evil fetus was cut, and it was stained with cause and effect?

Or maybe, it was because I met that ‘young master’ and saw with my own eyes the opium-like corrupted Heaven’s Chains, so somehow cause and effect began to operate?

"Why is this nightmare different from the previous ones? In the dream, I seem to be no longer me. Is this also the ability of the evil god?"

besides……

Mo Hua frowned.

"Who is this evil fetus that I dreamed about?"

Is it dead or not?

If he was dead, why did he appear in his dream?

If it is not dead, does that mean that the Great Desolate Evil God does not only have one evil fetus?

How many evil fetuses did Mr. Tu have?

Yu'er's words and dreams came to mind again. Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gradually began to make guesses.

What is to be done next is gradually taking shape.

Mo Hua calmed down his mood, began to abandon foreign objects, and continued to draw formations unshakably.

Formation must be practiced. As long as you practice it, you will definitely make progress.

No matter how many accidents or changes occur in life, as long as there is time, one must practice the formation.

And time is limited, and the passing away is like moving forward. Once any trivial time is wasted, it is impossible to recover it.

Mo Hua continued to practice the formation, but after practicing for a while, his expression became slightly stern.

Those empty, dark, bloodshot, eerie eyes appeared in front of him again, looking at him silently.

These eyes seem to last forever.

I will always look at the ink paintings in some unknown place, forever.

Mo Hua also silently stared at these terrifying eyes in his heart. After a moment, he murmured in a low voice:

"How dare you look at me..."

"Look again, and I will 'eat' you..."

…

A few days later, Taixu City.

Mo Hua made an appointment with Master Gu and met at a restaurant.

Since it was not a mid-day break and there was still time for ink painting classes, the time was limited, so the two of them just had a simple meal and chatted.

Master Gu is a third-grade weapon refining master of the Gu family, and he is in charge of the weapon refining shop opened by the Gu family in Gushan City.

The Weapon Refining Shop was on the verge of bankruptcy and struggling to make a living. It was Mo Hua who drew the formations for them, customized the spiritual weapons, and also brought in business. Only then could they come back to life and get better and better.

Master Gu was extremely grateful to Mo Hua. He poured wine and food for Mo Hua at the table, as if Mo Hua was the golden elixir and he was just a foundation-building monk...

"Master Gu, you're welcome." Mo Hua said.

"It should, it should." Master Gu gave Mo Hua another piece of elbow and said with a smile, "Young Master has been very kind to our weapon refinery. If you have anything to do in the future, just give me your orders."

Master Gu looked sincere.

Mo Hua's eyes flashed slightly and asked: "Master Gu, how is the current situation of Gushan City?"

"How are you doing?"

"Um."

Master Gu pondered: "The current situation of Gushan City...is very different from before. However, the business of our weapon refining shop is much better. The more and more spiritual stones we make, the livelihood of the surrounding areas has also improved."

"Many refining masters come to our refining shop to make a living. Those who are mining and working as coolies also have a living through our refining shop."

"Compared to some prosperous big fairy cities, even some prosperous small and medium-sized fairy cities, it is naturally far inferior. But compared to the previous Gushan City, it is much better, and there are more monks coming and going. , the city is gradually becoming more alive..."

Mo Hua nodded.

In other words... the situation is improving and life is getting better little by little.

"Then..." Mo Hua lowered his voice and asked, "Has anything happened in Gushan City recently?"

Master Gu couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Master, what kind of thing are you talking about?"

"That is, is there anything weird or weird, or..." Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly, "A big murder case in which many people died?"

Master Gu looked stern, "A murder case?"

"Yeah," Mo Hua nodded, "The kind where the Tu family is wiped out and a lot of people die."

Master Gu frowned, thought about it seriously, and shook his head, "No."

"No?"

"Well, it has been peaceful recently," Master Gu said, "and in Gushan City, there are mostly scattered families. Since the collapse, there have been few small families, and it is impossible to have the kind of 'killing the family and killing many people' people's situation."

After all, there are only a few members of the Sanxiu family, so they can't be called "annihilated".

Mo Hua nodded, but felt strange in his heart.

No accidents, no major cases...

The business of the Gu family's weapon refining shop is getting better and better, and even the surrounding monks have enough food to eat. There are a lot of people in the city, and they are gradually gaining popularity.

All of this is obviously developing in a good direction.

But why...

That Diansi named "Fan Jin" whom he met during the siege of the Demon Sect that day, wanted to be transferred out of Gushan City so much?

If you just want to be transferred, that's fine.

There is nothing wrong with people going to higher places.

But there was deep fear hidden in his eyes...

What is there in Gushan City that makes him, the Dao Ting Si Jin Dan Dian Si, feel "fearful"?

The more Mo Hua thought about it, the stranger he became, so he asked, "Master Gu, do you know Fan Jin?"

"Fan Jin?" Master Gu was slightly startled, "Young master, you mean, Fan Diansi from Gushan City?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

"You actually know him." Master Gu was very surprised.

Mo Hua simply said: "By chance, we met once."

Master Gu nodded and didn’t ask any more questions. He thought for a moment and said:

"I have had a few drinks with this Dianshi Fan, so we have some friendship. He is a good person, but he is a little utilitarian, likes to put on airs, and is a bit of a bully, but it's not too outrageous. He usually follows the rules. Gushan City is too poor and there is not much money to make, so he is a Dianshi and is relatively 'clean'..."

"Oh..." Mo Hua seemed to be thinking.

Master Gu observed his expression and whispered: "Young Master, did this Dianshi Fan commit a crime, or did he offend you?"

Mo Hua smiled, "It's okay, he said he was the Dianshi of Gushan City and wanted to treat me to a meal, so I just asked casually."

Master Gu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was good that he was fine.

This big-headed Fan really has some vision. He can recognize the "big shot" of the young master who is so inconspicuous...

The two chatted for a while, and then after a good meal, Mo Hua returned to Taixu Gate. Before leaving, he said: "Master Gu, the ten-day holiday will be in three days. I will go to Gushan City to take a look."

Master Gu was stunned when he heard the words, and then he was overjoyed and hurriedly said:

"Young master, don't worry, I will make arrangements and I will pick you up in person at that time."

Mo Hua smiled and said: "Thank you, Master Gu."

...

Three days later, Mo Hua took the Gu family's carriage and was escorted by Master Gu himself to Gushan City.

Halfway through the journey, Mo Hua was worried, and suddenly he felt something in his heart and looked up.

He found a mountain in the distance, hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, with a dilapidated temple showing a little head - it was the temple of his old friend, Huang Shanjun.

"Shanjun..."

Mo Hua suddenly had the idea and wanted to visit Huang Shanjun.

After all, he seemed to have not seen this old friend for a long time. I don't know how he is doing now, whether he drinks rainwater and eats stale steamed buns every day.

But on second thought, Master Gu was on the road, and the journey to Gushan City was quite far. It would be a bit of a waste of time to visit the mountain king.

"Next time... I will definitely go to visit Huangshan Jun next time."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

A mountain breeze blew into the withered mountain, the forest trembled, and the mountain temple deep in the mountain seemed to tremble slightly.

...

After that, Master Gu drove the carriage, and Mo Hua closed his eyes and rested in the carriage.

The carriage sped at lightning speed, and after more than half a day, it finally arrived at Gushan City.

Mo Hua lifted the curtain of the carriage, stuck his head out, looked around, and took in the scenery of Gushan City.

The mountain city was still quite dilapidated, with bare stones, withered vegetation, and a gray sky. There were mostly abandoned mines around, and there were few people.

After seeing the prosperity of Qianxuezhou and the surrounding immortal cities, looking at Gushan City again, there will be a strong sense of separation.

It may even make people have the illusion that these people are living in the same world.

But what Master Gu said is not wrong.

Compared with before, Gushan City has been much better. At least the faces of the monks who come and go are not so decadent and sad, but more lively.

The carriage slowly moved along the bumpy stone street and entered a large refining shop located in the southeast corner of Gushan City.

On the lintel of the refining shop, there is a plaque with five big characters "Gu Family Refining Shop" written in vigorous strokes, and a small plaque with four characters "Gushan Branch" hung below.

Entering the refining shop, it was a scene of bustling activity.

Compared with before, the changes in the refining shop can be said to be earth-shaking.

The refining furnace is larger, the molten fire formation is more complete, and there are more refining masters and disciples.

Everyone worked together to put one spiritual weapon embryo after another into the refining furnace for burning, quenching, and then taking it out for forging.

In the blazing fire, sparks flew. Rows of spiritual weapons of all kinds, freshly out of the furnace, were neatly placed in the courtyard.

Regardless of the scale, stoves, manpower, and output, they were far better than before.

Mo Hua had not been to Gushan City for a long time. Since the rules were discussed, the formations and spiritual weapon specifications were determined, he became a "hands-off shopkeeper".

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Hua was also somewhat shocked, and praised Master Gu:

"Master Gu, your weapon refining business is getting better and better..."

Master Gu was praised, and with a proud face, he bowed to Mo Hua and said: "This is all thanks to the young master. Without the young master, there would be no weapon refining business today."

Mo Hua waved his hand and said modestly: "No, no, I just helped a little."

Master Gu ordered people to go down and called a large group of weapon refining disciples, and ordered: "Come, say hello to Master Mo."

"Hello, Master Mo ! ”

A group of strong and sweaty disciples saluted and said in unison:

"Hello, Master Mo!"

"Master Mo, I will never forget your kindness!"

This scene was too big, and Mo Hua felt a little embarrassed. He said hurriedly: "You are welcome, you can go and do your work."

Master Gu let them go and said to Mo Hua, "Young Master, I have a dinner party tonight to entertain you. There is still some time now, can I take you around?"

Master Gu guessed that Mo Hua came to Gushan City on purpose, and he must have his own intention.

This intention, he could not guess, so he could only do his best to take Mo Hua around.

Mo Hua nodded, "Thank you, Master Gu."

"Young Master, please." Master Gu personally led the way in front, led Mo Hua, and took a tour of the refining shop.

For outsiders, these are all confidential.

But Mo Hua is different. If he wants to see, Master Gu will naturally not refuse.

After visiting the weapon refinery, Master Gu took the ink painting out of the weapon refinery.

Outside the weapon refining shop, there were also many monks, gathered in a nearby open space, sitting cross-legged, with backpacks and various black, gray or white ores in front of them.

"These are all casual cultivators. They have low cultivation, can't make tools, and don't have any other skills. They have only strength, so they can only carry bamboo baskets and go to Gushan to try their luck and pick up some leftover ores."

"If you are lucky, these ores can be used to make tools, and can be exchanged for a few broken spirit stones, buy some coarse grains, and barely fill their stomachs."

"If you are unlucky, you can only starve."

"Before, there were not many tool refiners in Gushan that could make a living, and the ores they picked up were of poor quality, so no one would buy them."

Master Gu sighed and said:

"But now it's good. Our tool refinery business is getting bigger and bigger, and we need a lot of ores. They pick up some ores and sell them here. Even if the quality is very poor, they can basically exchange for some broken spirit stones. Although it's not a big deal, at least they won't starve."

Mo Hua felt relieved and a little complicated. He looked around and found that there were many children in their teens in the crowd.

They were dark and thin, with dirty faces, arms like bamboo poles, and bamboo baskets on their backs, filled with black and gray ore.

The heavy ore made them unable to straighten their backs.

There were not just one or two children like this, but many.

Mo Hua felt sorry for them and had a bad feeling, so he asked, "Are these children going to pick up ore alone? Where are their parents?"

Master Gu looked bitter and shook his head, "This is Gushan City, most of these children are orphans..."