"A person who doesn't peek, can't peek."
The skinny old man remembered what his master said to him back then.
Can't peek...
He thought of Mr. Zhuang again and the fog.
The layer of fog laid by Mr. Zhuang may not only be keeping secrets, but also protecting all those who rashly peek at the cause and effect of the young man.
Because there is great danger in that cause and effect.
But he couldn't understand why the young formation master, who was in his teens, was so deeply involved in such a cruel cause and effect?
What exactly happened?
The skinny old man frowned and thought hard.
"Forget it, forgot, ignorance is a blessing... Such a dangerous thing, knowing is not a good thing..."
The skinny old man sighed with lingering fear.
Everything about ink paintings gradually became blurred in his heart.
He only remembered that under the blood and in the tide of corpse, there was a small figure that remained motionless.
Young Master Yun can't remember it clearly.
He remembered the Lingshu Formation and remembered that he had made friends with a small formation master.
But he was hazy and could not remember who this person was.
There is only a clear smiling face, left in my memory...
...
On the other side, the Taoist soldiers commander Yang Jishan was attending the Dao Court.
He wanted to show his merits for ink painting.
This battle of corpse mines suppressed the corpse tide, subdued the corpse king, killed Lu Chengyun, calmed the corpse troubles, and improved the livelihood of monks in Nanyue City. This young man Mo Hua made great contributions.
But as I wrote, everything suddenly blurred.
Yang Jishan wanted to write the word "ink painting", but as soon as he finished writing, he was stunned.
The two words "Ink Painting" are blocked by the fog.
He could not remember what his little gentleman was named?
"What's going on?"
Yang Jishan was shocked.
Why did I forget his name?
Soon, he discovered that not only the name, but even the appearance and voice of this young man gradually became unreal.
There is also the matter of corpse mines, which are intermittent.
What happened in the corpse mine and on the grave mountain?
Yang Jishan frowned.
He only remembers two images in his mind:
One is covered with blood in the sky, the corpse king roars to the sky, and the corpses worship.
The other picture is in the raging flames, and the corpse king is unwilling to roar and turns into ashes.
What exactly happened here?
Yang Jishan forgot everything.
How did such a powerful and fierce corpse king be executed and how did it turn into ashes?
Yang Jishan couldn't remember it any longer.
In the sea of ​​consciousness, I only vaguely remembered that there was a small figure that changed the color of the heaven and earth and made all corpses surrender...
"Who is this little monk?"
Yang Jishan frowned and murmured.
...
Things have settled.
All causes and effects gradually enveloped in the fog.
The monks from all walks of life in Nanyue City gradually dispersed.
But half a month later, another group of uninvited guests came.
These are four strange monks.
A young man with a very beautiful appearance, but his face was pale, as if he was covered with a picture, carefully crafted and flawless dead skin.
An old man carrying a sword box with a blank expression and only white eyes.
A big man, with a burly figure, but his fingers are sharp and bloodshot in his eyes.
There is also an old woman with a stale and treacherous body.
They stood on a deserted mountain, looking at Nanyue City and the surrounding mines from afar.
The old man carrying the sword box said hoarsely:
"What a big deal, what a pity!"
The pale boy sneered, "It's just a one-rate evil person who hasn't been raised yet..."
The man smiled grimly, revealing two fangs, and his face was like a wolve. "Your father had wanted to raise it for a long time, but he had not raised a single one for most of his life."
The pale boy said arrogantly:
"Or I would raise a third or fourth rank or above, a real big monster, a big corpse, a big evil, a one or two rank, a Taoist evil, and a no-one or two. It would be meaningless to raise it."
The old man in the sword box had a hoarse and indifferent voice, like the slowly flowing wind and sand:
"You say that, you don't understand at all. What is a Taoist evil... a Taoist evil is an abnormal number and cannot be measured by grade."
The pale boy sneered, obviously disdainful.
The wolf-toothed man looked around again, sniffed the fishy smell in the wind, and sighed:
"What a pity, I'm late, otherwise I'd be able to have a full meal."
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, with barbs on his tongue.
The old man from the sword box also nodded, "Yes, it's a pity that this evil deed has died, otherwise the entire state world would become a breeding ground for the devil's way."
"Whose work is it?" asked the wolf-toothed man.
"Who else?" asked the old man from Jianzi.
A trace of fear flashed in the wolf-toothed man's eyes.
Obviously, even they didn't want to mention the name of the Taoist.
The pale boy sneered, "I don't know who it is, it ruined the good thing of the foolish Taoist..."
A hint of contempt appeared on his pale face.
The old man from the sword box said in a deep voice:
"You'd better be more respectful. Don't think that with your father's support, the Taoist would not dare to do anything to you."
The pale boy's eyes narrowed, "My father's cultivation is higher than his."
The old man from Jian Box shook his head, "You still don't understand what the name 'Taoist' means..."
The pale boy was still a little disdainful.
The old man in the sword box had all his eyes with white eyes, and looked at the boy coldly, and said in a cold voice:
"That Taoist wants to kill you, your father can't save you."
"It doesn't matter whether you die or not, but don't pull us on the back, otherwise we won't let you go..."
The pale boy was angry, but did not refute.
His teeth bit his lips, but it seemed that he had just bitten a layer of skin, and no drop of blood flowed out.
None of the other three people present cared about him.
The wolf-toothed man was like a wild beast, and smelled the breath of the mountains again, his eyes slightly deeper, and he spoke:
"Many zombies and many monks have a strong aura of Taoist evil. They are about to be cultivated, but something happened..."
"That guy took action."
The old man from the sword box nodded, "No one except that person can ruin the Taoist's layout."
The wolf-toothed man frowned:
"What exactly is hidden in that man? Daoting, Tianshu Pavilion, various aristocratic families, sects, and our evil sects, sanren, and Taoist people are all looking for him?"
The old man in the sword box seemed to be smiling, "I understand, what?"
The wolf-toothed man was stunned.
The old man from the sword box said, "If you don't have the golden elixir or the feathering, even if you are given this opportunity, what can you do?"
"Can you fight against Dao Ting's suppression or the Demon Sect's pursuit?"
"Since it's a chess piece, just make what the chess piece should do."
"With your and my cultivation, it's far from being too late. Consider the problem of holding on to black and white..."
The old man in the sword box spoke harshly.
The wolf-toothed man did not think it was offensive, but instead stretched out his bright red tongue, licked his upper lip, and said with a grim smile:
"I am a demon cultivator. Isn't it natural to see the meat and want to eat a few bites?"
The old man in the sword box had a hollow eyes and was intriguing:
"If you eat the meat of immortality, your life will be gone."
The immortal flesh...
A shiny light appeared in the eyes of the wolf-toothed man.
The pale boy's face also had an unusual blush.
The three of them had their own ulterior motives for a while.
From the beginning, the old woman who had been silent suddenly opened her eyes wide and said wildly:
"My child, my child!"
The wolf-toothed man frowned, "Why did she go crazy?"
The old woman ignored her and said with a weird smile:
"I found...my personal flesh and blood, my child is not dead..."
She flashed and looked like the wind, escaping towards a mountain peak to the south.
The three old men in the sword box had to follow her.
The four of them finally stayed on a small hill.
The hills here are remote and desolate, but the scenery is quiet, and the sunset is full of rays of light.
Above the hills, there is a small tomb.
The old woman looked focused, her hands were like steel, digging up soil and stones, digging open the grave, revealing a coffin inside.
The old woman grabbed the fingers lightly and shattered a corner of the coffin, then lifted it hard, and the lid of the coffin was split in an instant.
In the coffin, a little zombie lies.
The old woman trembled and held the little zombie in her arms.
"My child, my child..."
The pale boy frowned, "Is this a zombie? Aren't the zombies nearby burned by the corpse burning array? There are even fish that escaped the net?"
The wolf-toothed man looked around and raised his eyebrows, "It seems that someone has left this zombie and buried it here..."
"Is this zombie's relative?"
"What is it for burying here?"
"Who knows..."
"It's not for corpses."
"This zombie is too small and has weak strength. What should I do when I refine it? Do I serve tea and water?"
...
The old man in the sword box looked solemn, "This little zombie is a good embryo for refining corpses. It only has corpse energy, no blood, and is clean."
"What a good embryo?"
"Jade Corpse..."
"What?"
The old man in the sword box didn't say anything more, "You don't refine the corpse, and you won't understand it if you say it."
The pale boy showed displeasure.
The wolf-toothed man suddenly realized, "When I say so, this old woman is actually a corpse cultivator?"
Among the few people, the old man from the sword box and the pale boy knew the origin, but he was not familiar with the old woman.
The old man in the sword box nodded slightly, "Her son died early. In order to revive his son, he learned to refine his corpse and transformed his son into a zombie."
"But she refines the wrong one, and what she refines is a special blood corpse."
"Eat human flesh and drink human blood every day."
"She killed someone to feed her son, and was finally discovered by Dao Ting. Her blood corpse son was killed by Dao Tingsi in front of her. She went completely crazy and completely fell into a corpse cultivator."
"For so many years, she has been specializing in killing unfaithful men and monks from Daotingsi."
"At the same time, I'm also keen on turning children into zombies."
"All the zombies she has refined are her children..."
"but……"
The old man in the sword box stared slightly, "This little zombie may be a bit special..."
The old woman also cherished the little zombie in her arms, as if she was coaxing her own flesh and blood.
The pale boy tsked, and suddenly said "Huh" again, "This little zombie seems to have a formation on his chest?"
"Formation?" The wolf-toothed man was slightly stunned.
The pale boy said strangely: "It's not a normal formation..."
He whispered: "Old woman, this little zombie, lend me a look."
The old woman asked if she hadn't heard of it.
The pale young master repeated it again.
The old woman was still indifferent.
The pale boy was furious, "I'm so old, I'm shameless to give you..."
He reached out and wanted to steal the little zombie in the old woman's hand, but when he reached out, he seemed to touch the old woman's reverse scales.
The old woman's aura changed suddenly, her face was ferocious, her pupils were erect, and her withered skin turned into a bronze color, and the corpse turned into a bronze corpse.
Her right hand tore, and the wind blew up, tearing the pale boy's arm.
Bright red blood flowed out.
The gloomy corpse poison infiltrated.
The pale boy's face turned pale, but his cheeks were covered with a strange redness due to shame and anger.
"Old guy, you're looking for death!"
The old woman hugged the little zombie tightly and roared at the pale boy, revealing her two long fangs.
The pale boy's face was gloomy and wanted to do something, but was stopped by the old man from the sword box.
"Don't mess with her."
The pale boy seemed to have a little fear of the old man in the sword box, and snorted coldly and restrained his breath.
The old woman took off her corpse and turned into an ordinary old woman again, holding the child in her arms, looking peaceful and peaceful.
The old man from the sword box looked up at the sky and said:
"It's getting late, it's time to set off."
He turned his head and looked at the other people, with a blank expression, but a serious tone:
"Do what we should do and don't worry too much about other things."
The old man helped the sword box behind him.
The sword box trembled slightly, and a bloodthirsty desire came out.
"Don't worry..."
The old man said silently in his heart.
"Once you find that person, the real storm will come..."
That would be terrible, bloody storm...
...
The four gradually left.
The old woman also took away the little zombie.
A few days after that, many monks with gloomy aura, weird clothes and impermanent behavior came to Nanyue City.
They all came from the Demon Sect, shocked by human practice of breeding evil deeds, and also felt sorry for the death of evil deeds.
But none of them went into the city, did not kill, did not eat people, and did nothing out of the ordinary.
Nanyue City has entered into cause and effect.
If they are involved, they may be able to see through the details and will not be able to protect themselves.
The upsurge.
But these dangerous torrents bypassed Nanyue City and flowed into the distance.
The monks in Nanyue City have experienced many twists and turns and have ushered in a long-lost peace...
The monks live their lives day after day.
In Elder Su's cave.
Shui Sheng lay on the small stone table to draw the formation, and Elder Su was nagging and teaching him:
"Why are you using your pen like this here? It's a waste of spiritual consciousness..."
"I have taught this array pattern so many times, but I still can't..."
"Oh, don't draw like this..."
...
Shui Sheng ignored it and painted the formation on his own.
If he didn't understand, he asked. After getting the answer, Elder Su's remaining nagging and complaining, he went in his left ear and out of his right ear, and refused to listen to nothing.
He used all his mind on the formation.
Even if you learn slowly, even if you don’t draw well, you still insist on drawing.
If you don't have to do it once, just draw it twice.
If it doesn't work twice, just draw it three times.
As I draw, I slowly understand...
This was what the young gentleman taught him.
Shuisheng kept it in his heart.
Elder Su was still complaining, but as he spoke, he suddenly stopped.
Aquarius looks very similar to daffodils, and now his focus looks very similar to his back then...
Elder Su was silent for a moment, and suddenly looked relieved and smiled with relief. He looked at Shui Sheng's gaze full of gentleness.
"I owe the young man a favor..."
Elder Su sighed in his heart.
...
The life of mining repairs has also improved a lot.
They can eat enough and support their families. Gradually, they can still have some spirit stones for themselves or their children to practice.
The Lu family, which once weighed on them, has fallen apart and is not to be afraid.
They also heard about some rumors about the corpse mine.
"It is said that Lu Chengyun killed someone, then used it to refine the corpse and mine it for him. In the end, he was retribution and was eaten alive by the zombies he refined."
"This zombie is not an ordinary zombie, but the ancestor of the Lu family back then, Lu Pipi!"
"Lu Pipi, this bitch, really won't let us go until we die. If we die, we will become zombies and harm Nanyue City..."
"So many zombies are so scary."
"When I think about it now, my scalp is numb."
"On the day the zombies surrounded the city, I stood on the city wall and looked down. A group of zombies were swaying in their teeth and claws, densely packed..."
Someone was startled, "You said, there will be no zombies in this mine..."
"Maybe, how could so many zombies be cleared out in one go?"
"What should I do?"
"I haven't married yet. If I'm bitten by a zombie, wouldn't it be over?"
"I have old people above and young people below..."
Some people were panicked for a moment.
"Or," said a monk, "Let's offer to that little fairy boy in the corpse mine..."
Some people don’t understand, “Who is the little fairy child?”
"The boy under the celestial throne is reincarnated."
"who?"
"It's the little fairy boy who suppressed the corpse tide, subdued the corpse king, and helped us draw formations and build the mine."
"Really or not?"
"Really, I've seen it."
"Have you seen it?"
"Yeah." The Mining Xiu nodded, "This little fairy boy, with three heads and six arms, was invulnerable to swords and guns, knocked the corpse king down with one punch..."
"What are you talking about?"
"That's right, who looks like this."
"That's right, that little fairy boy is very handsome, white and tender, with watery eyes, and cute when he smiles..."
"You are talking nonsense too. How can such a young monk beat the corpse king?"
"Then have you seen it?"
"That's natural. On the wall that day, I saw a tide of corpses. This little fairy child was nine feet tall, big and round waist, and extremely strong. He fists were full of wind. Tens of thousands of zombies were not close to him!"
"You're a fucking 'Lexi', not a 'fairy boy'?"
"That's right, bragging is more reliable."
...
There are many different opinions, but in the end there is no conclusion.
The last old mine repair plan:
"Since we are fairy children, we are definitely not old. If we don't know our appearance, we won't draw them in detail. We only use brush and ink to draw personal figures."
"Since we suppressed the tide of corpses, it means that the zombies must be afraid of him. We are in the mine, and we hang a portrait of this little fairy child to suppress evil spirits. The zombies should not dare to come out to cause trouble..."
After saying that, he sighed, "This young gentleman has helped us a lot and has recreated our mining practitioners. Even if we cannot suppress the zombies, we should pay homage to him and wish him a smooth journey in the future, success in his cultivation, and a lifetime with the world, and benefit the people!"
"That's right!"
The mine repairmen nodded and said yes.
They asked someone to draw a few pictures of ink and wash fairy children, hanging in the mine.
Since then, the mining repairs in Nanyue City will worship this fairy child picture before entering the mine.
There is a small ink painting figure on the picture.
The black and white are clear, and the energy is mysterious.
The picture of worshiping the fairy child can eliminate evil spirits and relieve corpses.
They pray for their own peace, and in their hearts, they bless the peace of ink painting.
In a place where evil deeds are born, monks worship in incense and generate vows. In the dark, they are also integrated into the cause and effect of ink painting, forming a check and balance.
But I don’t know any of these.
On a mountain road hundreds of miles away.
Mo Hua rode on Dabai, looking at the mountains and rivers, wearing misty clouds and mist, and embarked on the road to building the foundation...
The plot of the mine has finally been written ~
The foundation building is here.
It is also the last big plot of the second volume.
It takes time to sort out the detailed outline, and tomorrow may be even later.
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Chapter completed!