Mo Hua remembered her name, and seemed to be called...

Flowers are like jade?

Mo Hua looked at her again and found that the woman's appearance was indeed beautiful and delicate, as if she was as beautiful as a flower, but her makeup was too much, and the powder was applied thickly. There was a frivolous and shimmering atmosphere between her eyebrows and eyes.

At this moment, her eyes were sharp and she looked at the ink painting with a hint of caution.

"What are you here to do?" Hua Ruyu asked vigilantly.

Mo Hua stumbled and said the reasons he had thought about just now:

"Senior Sister Qianqian said that Senior Sister Jin'er is dead, no one cares about her, no one worships her. Whenever she thinks of this, she feels painful and can't sleep or eat. So she prepared the magnolia that Sister Jin'er loved most during her lifetime and came to worship Senior Sister Jin'er..."

The sound of ink painting is already clear, and it is soft and whispering at this time. The sound seems neutral and has some magnetic properties, which is not inconsistent for a while.

Hua Ruyu did not arouse suspicion, but frowned slightly.

"Worship?"

She turned her head and saw Jin'er immobilizing herself. A few white magnolias were indeed placed on the ashes.

This is the ink painting just now.

Hua Ruyu's caution in her heart slightly retreated, and then she looked dazzled again, then asked:

"What's wrong with Qianqian?"

Mo Hua said in a panic look on his face and said in a low voice:

"I don't know either. Sister Qianqian entered the door, put on Yulan, said a few words to Senior Sister Jin'er, and then suddenly turned pale and fainted."

"I don't know if it's too sad or..."

Mo Hua looked around and looked scared and looked frightened, "...I was still possessed by Sister Jin'er..."

As soon as this said, a cold wind suddenly arose in the house.

Hua Ruyu's face turned pale in an instant.

She looked around in panic, then forced herself to calm down, and angrily scolded: "What nonsense is it? It's blue and white. I am in Baihua Valley, how can there be any saying that ghosts possess me?"

Mo Hua looked at Hua Ruyu and showed an intriguing gaze. After a moment, she restrained her mind and pretended to be a weak look, and said quietly:

"Yes...I, I am, so I'm so scared, so I'm speechless..."

Hua Ruyu snorted coldly, "You can't talk nonsense even if you lose your words."

Mo Hua lowered her head.

Hua Ruyu looked at the ink painting, and her eyes suddenly showed a shiny light, "I seem to... haven't seen you before?"

The heart of the ink painting jumped.

Hua Ruyu's voice also sank, her eyes cold, and she asked, "Are you a disciple of our Baihua Valley?"

Mo Hua pressed down on the uneasiness in her heart and pretended to be confused, "I, I am..."

Hua Ruyu's eyes were sharp, pressing step by step, and sneered:

"Okay, since you are a disciple of Baihua Valley, then I will ask you, who am I? What is my name? What is my identity?"

Mo Hua was stunned and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's OK, it's a bonus question.

Fortunately, during the Chinese New Year, I went to the Gu family by myself. After listening to Uncle Gu’s “gossip”, Elder Gu Hong also understood the woman’s identity information clearly, otherwise it would be revealed.

People who love to listen to gossip will indeed not have bad luck.

"You are... Hua Teacher, like Qianqian's sister, both belong to the Hua family, and teaches in Baihua Valley..."

Mo Hua replied in a systematic manner.

Hua Ruyu's eyes condensed slightly.

Actually, I really know my identity...

She lives in Baihua Valley and is indifferent, and rarely has any interaction with monks outside.

In the clan, although she is a direct lineage, her bloodline is slightly remote. Her peers do not have ancestors or respected elders and monks, and lack support, so she is also relatively marginalized.

Generally speaking, except for the disciples in Baihua Valley, no one knows her so well.

If you can know yourself, there should be no problem.

only……

Hua Ruyu frowned.

Why do I have no impression of this disciple with fairy figure and jade face?

But she thought again, it seemed normal that there were so many disciples in Baihua Valley, one or two of them were missed.

"What's your name? What family is it?"

Mo Hua was about to speak, but suddenly she had an idea and said with a "lower self-esteem":

"To be honest, I am from a third-rank family and have a bad background. My name is..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a "moan" sound, Hua Qianqian, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes.

Mo Hua looked happy, "Senior Sister, are you awake?"

Hua Qianqian's head was still a little dizzy. When she saw Mo Hua, she opened her mouth and said, "Mo..."

Mo Hua secretly pulled her sleeve and gave her a wink.

Hua Qianqian was shocked and realized that there were other people in the room.

She looked nervous and slowly turned her head. When she saw Hua Ruyu, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "It turned out to be Sister Yu..."

Hua Ruyu immediately changed her face.

She treated Hua Qianqian with a very kind attitude, and even complained with a hint of intimateness, "What are you doing here?"

"I……"

Mo Hua immediately secretly pulled Hua Qianqian's sleeve again, giving him a hint of hinting.

Hua Qianqian followed the eyes of Mo Hua and saw the magnolia flowers placed not far away. She immediately understood them and said sadly:

"I'll take a look at Sister Jin'er..."

Hua Ruyu thought about it, and after a moment she sighed with a sympathy, "We are all sad about this girl Jin'er, but she can't think about it for a while, and we can't do anything about it."

"This place is where Jin'er committed suicide. Don't come here in the future, so as not to get hurt and delay your practice."

"The dead are gone, and the living can only do their best to survive..."

Hua Qianqian looked stunned and nodded.

"Okay, go back quickly..." Hua Ruyu said with a gentle expression.

"Yes," Hua Qianqian nodded, "Sister Yu, I'll leave first."

"Go."

Hua Qianqian looked back at the place where Ye Jin burned himself, looked sad, and then pulled Mo Hua's hand and left.

After Hua Qianqian left, the gentle expression on Hua Ruyu's face gradually became colder.

She walked around the room and found nothing unusual. Finally, she looked at Ye Jin's self-immolation bed, as well as the white magnolia flowers placed on the ink painting in front of the bed, with bad eyes.

"Magnolia..."

Hua Ruyu snorted coldly, and suddenly felt a chill in her heart, as if someone was watching her.

She felt uncomfortable and didn't want to stay for a long time, so she walked out of the house and closed the door.

The moment she closed the door, she suddenly remembered Mo Hua again, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"What a pretty little girl..."

"The most special thing is that his temperament is as pure as a rough jade and a celestial being, which is completely different from other women in the world who wear fat and powder."

"It's still a third-rank family, neither too noble nor too humble."

"I didn't find such a good embryo before..."

Hua Ruyu felt a little unbelievable and secretly happy.

She silently remembered Mo Hua's face in her heart, then closed the door and left with graceful steps.

...

And Baihua Valley is above the shelf.

The woman wearing a colorful costume with a cold temperament and always focusing on Mo Hua, the beautiful woman looked strange at this moment.

The resentment in the room has dissipated...

To eliminate ghosts and seal evil spirits?

Shinto inheritance?
To be continued...