The big man said angrily: "I don't!"
On this iron plate, there are dense formations, like knives and needles, like a hell of fire. You can tell without even looking at it that it is definitely not a good thing.
"Are you going to kneel or not?" Mo Hua said with a straight face.
The big man sneered, "You think I'm stupid...ah——"
Before he could finish his words, Ouyang Feng held him down and kicked him in the knee.
The big man bent his knees and knelt on the iron plate. He howled in pain instantly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was distorted.
Mo Hua didn't know whether he was really in pain or fake, so he asked curiously:
"Does it hurt?"
He really wants to know...
Although this iron plate was designed by him, and the formations on it were painted on it stroke by stroke, the specific effect was not clear from the ink painting.
He just estimated that it would be very painful.
After all, he drew more than one formation on the iron plate, and all of them were formations that were very painful when touched...
There is the Genshan micro-millimeter array. After the array is activated, the spiritual power is as fine as a needle and will pierce into the knee, causing pain;
When there is a Baguakan Water Formation, the spiritual energy will soak into the knees and become bitingly cold;
There is also the Lihuo Formation, where the fire spiritual power will slowly burn, causing burning pain...
These three formations are circulated in sequence, allowing the tortured person to experience the pain of needles piercing the bones, cold water biting the bones, and burning...
It must be uncomfortable anyway...
But Mo Hua had no idea how uncomfortable it was.
He is not stupid, so there is no way he would try it himself.
Now this traitor of Jinmen is still the first person to try the iron plate of "mountain, water and fire".
Mo Hua wanted to know how he felt after using it, so that he could judge whether his design was up to standard and whether the formation needed improvement.
So he asked very sincerely.
But the big man thought that the ink painting was taunting and ridiculing, so he couldn't help but get angry, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and endured the pain of acupuncture, fire, and water torture without saying a word.
"Speak, does it hurt?"
Mo Hua chased him and asked.
The big man finally lost his guard and cursed loudly with a trembling voice: "What the hell..."
Mo Hua immediately took out the Qianjun Stick, stuffed his mouth, and said with a serious face:
"You actually cursed people, your quality is so low..."
The big man's mouth was blocked and he couldn't speak. His eyes widened with anger.
"It seems it still doesn't hurt enough. The power of the formation is still a bit lacking..."
Mo Hua touched his chin and thought:
"It seems that we need to add a few more formations..."
"What formation should I add?"
"Golden needles? Wood poison? Or..."
Murong Caiyun and Ouyang Feng opened their mouths.
The big man's scalp was numb when he heard it, and his eyes were horrified. He thought, how could there be such a sinister, vicious, and crazy little monk in this world?!
Who did he learn this from?
The big man said "woo woo" twice with all his strength.
Mo Hua took the Qianjun Stick away, and the big man gritted his teeth and said, "I said!"
Mo Hua was overjoyed, nodded and said: "Okay." Then the first sentence asked him what he cared about most:
"Does it hurt to kneel on this iron plate?"
The big man was so ashamed and angry that he didn't want to speak.
Murong Caiyun couldn't stand it anymore, touched Mo Hua's shoulder, and whispered: "Ask something else, don't embarrass him..."
Such a big monk was forced to kneel down and asked if it hurt.
It really made people crazy, and it was hard for them to explain to Dao Tingsi and the Xie family.
"oh oh."
Mo Hua thought about it and it was right. Business was more important. As for the feedback on the torture of this iron plate, he would ask someone else later.
Mo Hua felt a little regretful, and his consciousness pulled the formation eye and temporarily closed the formation on the iron plate.
The pain disappeared, and the big man took a deep breath and gradually recovered.
Mo Hua started to ask about business:
"Do you know Boss Jiang?"
After asking, Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and looked into the big man's eyes to confirm whether he was lying or telling lies.
The big man frowned and looked a little confused, "Who is Boss Jiang?"
Mo Hua asked again: "Do you know the vulture?"
The big man's face was pale, "Vulture...I have only heard of...this man is cruel and ruthless, not a good person..."
"You haven't seen him?"
The big man shook his head.
"Have you seen other bald people?"
The big man was confused by the question, "Bald...bald man?"
Mo Hua described it, "It's similar to a vulture, maybe bald, but wearing a wig. The nicknames on the road include 'bald', or 'light', or 'arhat', 'toutuo' and so on."
The sinful practice of words..."
The big man frowned in pain, "Why...are you asking this?"
Mo Hua was unhappy, "Am I asking you, or are you asking me?"
The big man was under pressure, especially the pain caused by the dense formations under his knees that he had just experienced, and said helplessly:
"I kept my name anonymously and spent some time in secret. I heard about some monks who were very famous..."
"For example, 'bald wolf', 'bald dragon', 'kudutuo', 'evil arhat'..."
"But my cultivation is not enough. I only do petty theft and small business, so I have no interaction with them..."
Mo Hua silently wrote down these names and asked again:
"Have you ever kidnapped a monk?"
The big man's pupils shrank, but he shook his head and said:
"I don't dare. This place on the border of Qianxue Prefecture is full of families. I don't have the guts to get into such bad luck and kidnap and sell monks."
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at him thoughtfully.
The big man tried to keep his composure, but he obviously felt guilty and looked away slightly.
Mo Hua smiled slightly and did not ask further, but said:
"One last thing, hand over your disguise skills!"
The big man's expression changed, and he argued hard:
"What disguise?"
The ink painting showed displeasure, "Are you pretending to be stupid with me?"
Seeing the stubborn expression on the big man's face, Mo Hua's consciousness moved slightly, and he once again activated the formation on the iron plate to the extreme.
The big man's eyes suddenly widened, his whole body was shaking with pain, and his knees were suffering, but he gritted his teeth and did not let go...
Mo Hua was a little strange, "How can you bear it so much?"
Before he finished speaking, the big man fainted from the pain...
Mo Hua was a little helpless and muttered in his heart:
"I would rather be punished than hand over the 'disguise technique'..."
"It's because the 'Disguise Technique' is too involved, and I can't hand it over even if I die..."
"Is it because my formation on the iron plate is not powerful enough to force the truth out of his mouth?"
It's a pity that I can't use this iron plate myself. I don't know how powerful it is...
Let’s find ways to improve it in the future…
Mo Hua said silently in his heart.
At present, the big man's mouth does not spit out enough information.
Mo Hua planned to wake him up, make him suffer a little more, and then make him tell the truth.
He was almost certain that this traitor who broke the Golden Gate must have something to hide.
And he must have also kidnapped and trafficked monks, but he was too guilty to speak out.
In this case, Mo Hua doesn't need to be polite to him.
Mo Hua raised his Qianjun stick and wanted to wake up the big man, but was stopped by Murong Caiyun.
Murong Caiyun said helplessly:
"Junior brother, it's almost over... Don't use him as a waste, he will be handed over to Daotingsi..."
Mo Hua blinked, "Then I'll be gentler?"
Murong Caiyun had a headache, "That won't work either."
Mo Hua felt a little regretful, "Okay."
The mission is important, the merits are important, and the information can be obtained later.
Murong Caiyun was a little confused, "That boss Chiang, as well as vultures and human traffickers, what are you asking him for?"
Of course it is for the four-image formation.
There is also their conspiracy to kidnap and traffic the monks behind their backs.
But these words are difficult to explain clearly.
Mo Hua said: "I suspect that he is with a group of human traffickers! I have a little brother who was almost kidnapped by human traffickers, so I asked by the way to see if I can find any clues and catch them all!"
The ink painting made a look of hatred and hatred.
Murong Caiyun and Ouyang Feng looked at each other, neither knowing whether what Mo Hua said was true or false.
Mo Hua quickly changed the topic:
"Then can I search him?"
The Xie family's purpose was to arrest people, but they did not let them search their bodies.
Ouyang Feng thought for a while and sighed, "Just search..."
He also took out the storage bag he had searched from the big man and handed it to Mo Hua, "Take this storage bag and look through it as well to see if you can find any clues."
Mo Hua looked happy and immediately took the storage bag, but said a little embarrassedly:
"Brother, is this appropriate?"
Ouyang Feng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter."
He was also a little curious and wanted to see if Mo Hua could find out anything.
As for the Dao Tingsi of Bishan City and the Xie family, given his background, he actually didn't take them seriously at all.
The reason why he abides by the rules is just because of Tai'amen's family rules and the Ouyang family's family motto, and he doesn't want to do anything outside that will disgrace the sect and the family's appearance.
Mo Hua immediately turned the big man over and then frowned.
He found that the flesh and blood on the big man's body was soft and "fake", as if something had attached to his body and created a special shape.
So he can be a woman, a young man, an old woman, or a strong man.
The big man's face was obviously stuffed with some kind of skin, and it looked weird.
As for what he originally looked like, you can't tell at all.
Even "seeing" with spiritual consciousness doesn't work.
What the spiritual consciousness "sees" is the spiritual essence of everything in the empty space, or the trajectory of Qi, rather than the true appearance.
The flesh and blood face is all skin and flesh, just an appearance.
However, Mo Hua clearly saw the nature of this big man's "spiritual power" and silently remembered it in his heart.
This way, if he encounters him again in the future, he won't be able to escape...
The big man did indeed hide some things on his body, and the ink drawings were all accurate, so he found them all and finally put them together with the storage bag.
Read through the ink paintings one by one.
Spiritual stones, elixirs, spiritual weapons...
Most of them are things that ordinary monks would carry.
There are some martial arts and Taoist techniques, but they are not rare, and it is hard to see any relationship with the Golden Gate.
Disguise does not have...
The only thing that's a little strange is a jade slip.
This jade slip is made of white jade and inlaid with gold edges.
The ink painting looked very familiar. He thought for a moment and was shocked: he had seen the same style of jade slips before!
Boss Jiang!
The trafficker, Mr. Jiang, had two jade slips of the same style in his hands, but they were sealed and could not be seen by his spiritual consciousness, so Mo Hua stored the two jade slips in his Nazi ring.
Mo Hua's consciousness moved slightly, and he discovered that the jade slip in the big man's hand was also sealed, and it seemed to use the same sealing method as Boss Jiang's jade slip.
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat and he asked quickly:
"Senior Brother Feng, do you know what this jade slip is?"
Ouyang Feng took it, glanced at it, paused slightly, and stopped at the gold edge of the jade slip, and said with some surprise:
"This seems to be... the inherited jade slip of Jinmen Gate?"
"Broken Golden Gate!"
Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.
So, that boss Jiang was also a disciple of Duanjinmen?
Mo Hua thought of something and suddenly asked:
"Senior Brother Feng, does the twelfth-level Duanjinmen focus on sword cultivation?"
Ouyang Feng nodded, "Not bad."
"Then does their sect have any powerful sword techniques?" Mo Hua's eyes sparkled.
"Yes." Ouyang Feng nodded and said, "There is a very powerful sword art in the Jinmen Sect, and its name is——"
Ouyang Feng said in a deep voice: "Breaking Gold Sword Control Technique!"
Broken Gold Sword Technique!!
The two eyes in the ink painting are shining.
Zhenpai Sword Technique!
Put it this way, that majestic, golden sword technique that Boss Jiang used was the Jinmen Sect's sword technique, the Golden Sword Controlling Technique?!
Then the inheritance jade slip on his body is...
The little heart drawn in ink is beating wildly.
Murong Caiyun silently glanced at Mo Hua, a little strange, "Junior brother, why are you... so happy suddenly? Your face is red..."
Mo Hua waved his hand and said with a smile: "Nothing..."
Suddenly he thought of something again and asked:
"Senior Brother Feng, what do you think of this jade slip? It seems to be sealed..."
Ouyang Feng said: "These are inheritance jade slips. In order to avoid the loss of inheritance, these jade slips are specially 'sealed'. You must know the 'secret pattern' before you can unlock the seal and see the content inside."
"Sealing, secret pattern?" Mo Hua was startled, "Is this 'secret pattern' a 'formation pattern'?"
"this……"
Ouyang Feng hesitated.
He didn't learn the formation very well, and he really couldn't explain the secret behind it.
Murong Caiyun said: "You can also say that..."
"The so-called 'sealing' naturally refers to the 'secret patterns' that are sealed and unsealed using formations. Naturally, they are also confidential formation patterns."
"This can also be regarded as a special application of the formation, but the form is different and the expression is slightly different."
Mo Hua understood.
In other words, as long as you master the formation inside and crack the sealed "secret pattern", you can get the inheritance inside the jade slip!
Ouyang Feng saw Mo Hua's eyes twitching and didn't know what he was thinking, but he still had no choice but to remind:
"This jade slip cannot be learned."
"If I guess correctly, what is sealed inside the jade slip should be the movement technique of breaking the golden gate, the secret of escaping gold..."
"This is the inheritance of Duanjinmen. If you learn it on your own without permission, you will be held accountable by Duanjinmen..."
"What's more, this jade slip is stolen and will definitely be recorded by Jinmen Duan. It's impossible to learn it secretly..."
Mo Hua nodded and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Feng."
It doesn't matter if he doesn't learn this jade slip, he still has two more...
I just don’t know what is sealed in those two jade slips...
After Mo Hua planned to return to the sect, he would continue to study quietly alone to see if he could use the knowledge of formations to crack the "secret pattern" sealed in the inherited jade slips and obtain the inheritance of Jinmen...
Even if you don't learn it, it's still good to study and criticize it to deepen your understanding of sword tactics.
Maybe you can also lay the foundation and pave the way for yourself to learn the true art of turning Taixu Divine Mind into a sword...
Ouyang Feng looked up at the sky and asked:
"Junior Brother Mo, do you have anything else to ask?"
Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly.
He already knows a lot.
If you don’t know, you probably can’t ask now.
Moreover, Senior Sister Murong did not allow herself to ask any more questions, fearing that if she kept asking too much, the "big man" would be dead...
Murong Caiyun nodded, "Then I'll send a signal and call the Xie family monks to come over."
"Okay." Ouyang Feng said.
Afterwards, Murong Caiyun took out the folding book and set off a stream of fireworks.
Mo Hua tidied up the scene, covering up traces of his "torture" interrogation, and even searched his body and rummaged through his storage bag.
Ouyang Feng was considerately on the side, checking and filling in the gaps for him. From the perspective of a bystander, he reminded Mo Hua if there were any omissions.
Soon, the monks from the Xie family arrived.
They saw the big man lying on the ground, unconscious, with a stunned look on his face. There was something subtle in the way he looked at Mo Hua and the others.
It doesn't feel like gratitude, but like...
Mo Hua thought for a moment.
Like...regret?
Do you regret asking the three of you to help?
Or do you feel regret because the three of you got there first and caught this big man?
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
There is indeed something wrong with this Xie family...
But it's not his turn to take care of it.
Their mission has been completed.
Soon Murong Caiyun began to negotiate with the Xie family to discuss the details of the mission and the rewards for meritorious service.
During this period, many questions were answered by Murong Caiyun.
For example, how did you catch the big guy?
How did the big man faint?
What happened to the injury on his knee?
Who punished him to kneel down...wait.
Murong Caiyun's tone was gentle, and he basically said that the three of them happened to encounter him while they were patrolling, and they knocked him unconscious. During the fight, the spell hit his knee, so he was injured.
The Xie family wanted to ask again, but at this time Ouyang Feng's face became serious and his eyes were like swords.
The monks of the Xie family did not dare to ask any more questions.
Mo Hua guessed from this that the Ouyang family's name should be very big.
After the matter was settled, the three of them set off and left Bishan City without stopping.
But when leaving, Mo Hua looked back at Bishan City, which was shrouded in clouds and mist and had stunning mountains. He vaguely felt that this matter was probably not over yet...
…
The carriage left Bishan City and drove towards the border of Qianxue Prefecture.
Halfway through the journey, Mo Hua said goodbye to Senior Sister Murong and Senior Brother Feng and got off the bus.
"Senior brother and sister, I remembered that I still have something to do, so I got off the car first. I will go back to the sect on my own tomorrow."
Murong Caiyun and Ouyang Feng were both startled. They looked at the barren mountains around them and couldn't help but ask:
"You are here, what do you need to do?"
Mo Hua smiled and said: "I have a Taoist friend who lives in the mountains. He is very lonely. Let me go and see him."
"Fellow Taoist?"
"Um."
"Live in this mountain?"
Murong Caiyun looked around, seeing dry mountains and old forests, deserted and uninhabited.
Mo Hua smiled and said: "He is a little afraid of strangers."
"Okay." Murong Caiyun sighed, looking at the ink painting with worry in his eyes, "You must be careful."
"Don't worry, senior sister!" Mo Hua smiled.
After saying that, he waved, turned around and walked into the mountains...
Deep in the mountains, there is a ruined temple, and in the ruined temple, there is a mountain god.
This mountain god is frowning and about to cry. Soon he will have to meet a "person" that he doesn't want to meet at all...
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Chapter completed!