"Orphan?" Mo Hua was a little unbelievable, "The 'orphan' of Gushan City is the 'orphan' of the orphan?"

"Not entirely," Master Gu explained, "Gushan City is adjacent to Gushan, and the original name of this Gushan should be 'Guhuang Mountain'."

"The mountains are rich in chalcopyrite. This ore is golden, pure, dazzling, and very gorgeous. It is plated on spiritual vessels, treasures, and palaces. It is brighter than gold. Therefore, it is highly praised by celebrities from aristocratic families."

"Later, the Ming chalcopyrite was over-exploited and all was mined, leaving only this devastated, black mine. Due to the depression of the mine, the number of monks decreased sharply, and the number of orphans increased dramatically, so this mountain was called

'Gushan', this city also became 'Gushan City'..."

Mo Hua looked around and saw no fewer than dozens of thin, dark-skinned orphans carrying ore on their backs. He was silent for a moment and sighed.

Some people are born rich and live a life of luxury.

And some people seem to be born just to endure hardship.

I will eat more and more of this bitterness until I die...

Mo Hua frowned, feeling complicated.

Suddenly, a child carrying a bamboo basket slipped on his feet and fell to the ground. The worthless ore in the bamboo basket, as rough as black carbon, spilled all over the floor.

Ignoring the bruise on his knee, the child immediately climbed up and hurriedly picked up the bamboo basket after scattering the ore on the ground, as if he was afraid of being robbed by others.

Most of these ores are worthless.

But the child still regards it as a treasure.

This is the only way he can make a living, and only by picking up these worthless slags can he have a bite to eat.

If it were outside, there might be other children robbing it.

Fortunately, this was near a refinery, and everyone obeyed the rules, so no one robbed him of his ore.

The child picked up the ore back into the bamboo basket and slung the bamboo basket over his shoulder.

The heavy bamboo basket instantly bent his small body, and the rope on the back of the bamboo basket left two bruises.

At this time, this child was queuing up with a bamboo basket on his back.

He could obviously put down the bamboo basket on his back and take a rest, but he didn't know if he was used to it.

I don’t know if it’s because once I let it go, I feel uneasy and don’t know if I can have a bite to eat.

He just kept bending over, numbly carrying this heavy burden.

Not only him, but all the children in the neighborhood were like this.

Mo Hua couldn't help but walked over.

The child noticed that someone was approaching, looked up, and found that it was a young master with fair skin like jade, eyebrows as gentle as water, and a graceful appearance like a celestial being. He was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his gaze as if he was ashamed of himself.

Mo Hua looked pitifully and reached out to take off the bamboo basket from his back.

The child was trembling with fear, but after a moment, he still did not resist and allowed Mo Hua to take the bamboo basket away.

Mo Hua was born weak, but that was compared to a Foundation Establishment monk, and he was not even at the level of ordinary Qi refining.

The bamboo basket was heavy and filled with dark ore.

Mo Hua weighed it, thought slightly, and took out a formation pen.

He wanted to draw a formation on the bamboo basket, but as soon as he started to draw, he stopped again and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

It can't be difficult to draw.

Bamboo baskets are made of poor material, easily damaged, and cannot carry complex array structures.

You can't draw advanced ones.

The consumption of spiritual stones is too great, and these children cannot afford it.

Even ordinary first-level formations containing nine lines are too "luxury" for these children.

After careful consideration, the ink painting began slowly.

He only drew one formation pattern.

The simplest first-grade formation pattern.

A Bagua wind system pattern.

The array patterns are painted, the shimmer lights up, and blends into the bamboo basket.

Mo Hua said warmly: "You try memorizing it again."

The child was confused. He picked up the bamboo basket and put it on his back. He was suddenly stunned and looked at Mo Hua in disbelief.

While he was carrying the bamboo basket on his back, the formation pattern lit up, and a light breeze came from the bottom up, gently dragging the bamboo basket.

The entire bamboo basket seemed to have become lighter, no longer carrying such a heavy burden.

His shoulder won't be so painful from being strangled.

His waist is also straighter.

This is just a low-end first-grade formation pattern. It cannot even be called a formation. The power of the formation pattern is also very small, but for these children, it is enough to let them take a breath from the weight of fate.

Mo Hua looked at the formation pattern and suddenly understood what Elder Zheng told him.

Heaven and earth encompass all living beings, regardless of superiority or inferiority.

The formation path encompasses all kinds of methods, regardless of top or bottom.

High-level formations are obscure and difficult, but you can exhaust the formation principles and seek the way of heaven.

But only low-level formations spread all over the world can truly benefit the common people.

Sometimes, you don't even need a formation, just one or two simple formations are enough.

With a flash of inspiration, Mo Hua's heart trembled.

The simpler it is, the easier it is to learn, disseminate, and apply, the more it can change the situation of the people at the lowest level in the widest range.

Could this be the final form of "Tao"?

In the most "simple" form, it encompasses the most vast and infinite avenue, so that the will of the avenue spreads throughout the heaven and earth, so that all living beings are of the same mind and heaven and earth are unified?

Is this the true path to simplicity and return to nature?

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered the Five Elements Sect's Zhen Sect inheritance - the "Return to Origin" algorithm.

Reduce complexity into simplicity and unite thousands of formations into one.

The numerous formations are attributed to a "source pattern" that contains the laws of the five elements. Is this the same principle followed?

From simple to complex, learn all the formations in the world.

Then from complexity to simplicity, thousands of formations are classified into their origins.

Only in this way can we understand the secrets of the formation and truly become an immortal?

Mo Hua stood there, suddenly lost in thought. There was an obscure energy flowing around his body, and there were a few strands of the will of the great avenue flowing in his eyes.

Master Gu on the side was shocked.

He couldn't understand what Mo Huawu understood, but he also knew that the formation was the manifestation of Tao, and the formation master was closest to Tao.

Formation masters can understand some things that ordinary monks cannot.

But despite this, it was really the first time for him to see such profound energy flow when the formation master had a sudden enlightenment.

"I wonder if all formation masters are like this, or Young Master Mo is more special..."

Master Gu said silently in his heart, but he was wise enough not to disturb him.

After a while, Mo Hua came back to his senses, the energy around him dissipated, and the light in his eyes also subsided.

"Ask these children to bring the bamboo baskets, and I will draw a pattern for them." Mo Hua said gently.

"Okay." Master Gu nodded.

Then he ordered the children carrying bamboo baskets to line up and come over one by one.

Using the ink brush, he drew a pattern of Yipinfeng on their bamboo baskets one after another.

This wind pattern is too simple for ink painting. He can draw it in just a few breaths with just a tap of his pen tip.

In just one stick of incense, all the children's dirty bamboo baskets had this bright white pattern on them.

Take the breeze with you.

When they carry bamboo baskets and heavy ores on their backs, it won't be so hard.

After drawing the formation, Mo Hua didn't say anything. He just looked at the children, smiled gently, then turned and left.

All the children looked at the ink paintings.

Their faces were dark, thin, a little timid and dull, but their eyes gradually lit up with a luster of longing.

…

Inside the weapon refining shop, living room.

Master Gu personally poured a cup of tea for Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was still thinking about those orphans. After a moment, he said: "These orphans... can't they do anything?"

Master Gu understood what Mo Hua meant and sighed: "This matter is actually very troublesome."

"Give me more spiritual stones?"

"No." Master Gu shook his head, "The human heart is evil. Once you give these children more spiritual stones and let them have a surplus, even if it is just a small amount of broken spiritual stones, they will be robbed all around."

"They will rob each other. Some adult monks will also rob each other."

"There will even be some crazy monks who coerce them into asking for spiritual stones."

"The irony is that when there is nothing to profit from these orphans, no one cares about them, and their lives will be miserable. But once there is really something to profit from, and they are targeted, their lives will be even worse."

"I also want to give them more food..." Master Gu shook his head, "But there are too many orphans in the entire Gushan City. Once this hole is opened, everyone will flock in and there will be no way to feed them."

"What's more, my weapon-refining business has just turned around. My masters and disciples haven't had enough to eat at all, so they don't have the ability to take care of these children."

Master Gu looked bitter.

Mo Hua sighed.

People's hearts are unpredictable.

Sometimes good things that seem simple can become extremely complicated as long as people are involved.

In this world, it is really much harder to do good things than bad things...

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked Master Gu: "Is there any formation master in the weapon refinery?"

"It depends on what kind of formation master... There are some who can draw a few formations at will, but there is definitely no one who can catch the eyes of the young master..." Master Gu said.

"It's okay, as long as you can draw a simple formation."

Mo Hua took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and on it was a formation pattern, which was exactly the wind formation pattern he had just drawn on those bamboo baskets.

"This formation is a first-grade Bagua wind formation. Among the Bagua formations, wind formations are very rare. Generally, only large sects can pass down some. But a simple first-grade wind formation is not that difficult to find.

Those who have a foundation in formations, just practice more."

"Master Gu, please find someone to learn this pattern."

"After that, those orphans would carry bamboo baskets on their backs to exchange for broken spiritual stones, and then draw this wind pattern on the bamboo baskets for them."

"The effectiveness of the first-grade formation pattern is low, so the spiritual consumption is also low. Just add a little spiritual stone powder to the spiritual ink, and it will be enough to run for a long time. These orphans can also afford it."

Master Gu took the thin piece of paper from Mo Hua's hand, his hands trembling a little.

He couldn't help but look up at the ink painting, which looked as beautiful as a celestial being, with clear and compassionate eyebrows. He sighed in his heart that there really are people with natural kindness in this world.

And...he lowered his head and glanced at the formation paper in his hand.

It looks like just a simple formation pattern, but Master Gu knows in his heart that this is the most difficult part.

Use the simplest and cheapest way to solve the most difficult problems.

Without extensive experience in formations and deep foundation in formations, it is simply impossible to do it.

Master Gu solemnly put away the formation pattern, cupped his fists at Mo Hua and said:

"Gu thanked the young master for the thousands of orphans in this Gushan City!"

…

In the evening, Master Gu specially held a dinner in honor of Mo Hua. He also invited the masters, disciples and apprentices from the craftsmanship shop to have a feast.

In addition to the weapon making shop, Master Gu also set up a catering shop, and each child could receive two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge.

If you ask for help every day, of course you can’t afford it.

But since Mo Hua is here, he is naturally an exception, so it’s okay to treat him to a meal.

Just like that, the bonfire was brightly lit inside the weapon refining shop, and it was extremely noisy.

Outside of the weapon refining business, there are also more smiles on the children’s faces.

Mo Hua was sitting on the throne in the courtyard, eating spiritual meat.

This spiritual meat is a specialty of Gushan City. It tastes good and is not expensive, but when I think about the children outside, eating a steamed bun makes me happy.

The meat and soul in Mo Hua's mouth suddenly no longer smelled good.

But he is not a hypocritical person, not to mention that the soul and body itself are innocent and cannot be wasted.

Mo Hua still ate all the meat in front of him.

After eating the meat, he drank some wine and watched the masters in the weapon refinery shop guessing and wrestling. After a while, he felt tired, so he went back to his room to rest.

The guest room that Master Gu prepared for him was also a good one.

Mo Hua lay on the bed, closed his eyes for a while to recuperate, and got rid of his drunkenness. He was about to get up and draw the formation, but unexpectedly, before midnight, he fell into a drowsy sleep again.

He had that nightmare again.

In the dream, a pair of dark, hollow, bloodshot, evil and terrifying eyes looked at him.

Countless people who died tragically with broken arms and limbs seemed to crawl out of the abyss, struggling to crawl towards the ink painting, biting the "flesh" of his spiritual thoughts.

Mo Hua once again experienced the feeling of weakness, powerlessness, and despair.

This time, the feeling is more real, clearer and more helpless.

This also means that the power of nightmare rules is stronger.

But Mo Hua's expression was cold, without any hesitation or fear.

While being overwhelmed, gnawed and bitten by thousands of innocent souls, Mo Hua stood firm, relying on his strong spiritual thoughts and will to think that everything in front of him was "illusion".

In his palm, a ray of spiritual sword light was condensing intermittently.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Hua's eyes flashed with light, and his spiritual thoughts turned into swords in his hands. He broke away from the illusion of "ego" in the nightmare. He only waved his sword with a mighty golden light, and wiped out the countless ferocious souls in front of him.

All were buried.

The sinister and bloody gaze of the evil fetus disappeared.

Mo Hua woke up from a nightmare.

This time, he was more sure.

The real nightmare of the evil god has certain "rules" that can distort one's own spiritual cognition, thereby suppressing or even erasing the power of one's own spiritual thoughts to a certain extent, making one fall into a nightmare that is difficult to escape.

.

The first nightmare power was not that strong.

This time, it was obviously much stronger than the last time.

Why?

Is it because... I am closer to the source of this nightmare...

Mo Hua turned his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window is the endless stretch of Lonely Mountain. Under the cover of night, it is dark, dead, empty, and gloomy, like a terrifying behemoth, secretly devouring Lonely Mountain City.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

…

The next day, after getting up early and having breakfast, Mo Hua said, "Master Gu, can you take me to Gushan for a walk?"

"Gushan?" Master Gu was startled.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Master Gu considered it and said: "The Gushan Mountain is rugged and dirty. Due to over-exploitation, most of it has been abandoned. There is nothing to visit."

Mo Hua said: "It's okay, I'll go take a look."

Master Gu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

After he made arrangements for the weapon refining business, he entered Gushan alone, carrying his ink paintings along several deserted and rugged mountain roads.

It was only early in the morning, but there were already a few monks scattered on the mountain, some of them children.

Carrying bamboo baskets on their backs and burying their heads, they were picking out potentially useful slag in the dark and dirty mine pits.

The monks depend on the mountain and eat the mountain.

Gushan was originally the wealth left by their ancestors from generation to generation, for the descendants of Gushan to continue to survive.

But now the mineral deposits in Gushan have long been exhausted.

They, the descendants of Gushan, can only scrounge for some scraps on the "remains" of Gushan and exchange them for some broken spiritual stones to make a living and live a hard life.

Mo Hua saw all this and continued to move forward.

As Master Gu said, Gushan has become extremely desolate.

There are abandoned mines everywhere, a mess. Dark mine mouths are scattered all over the mountain, and it is impossible to know where they lead.

Some mountain roads are damp and gloomy, and the slag underfoot exudes a peculiar smell and is accompanied by mine poison.

After shopping for ink paintings for a long time, I still found nothing.

Here in Gushan, he didn't find the clues he was looking for, nor did he detect any signs of anything evil.

Mo Hua couldn't help but turn around and look at the vast lonely mountain:

"It should be right..."

As Yu'er said, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, one mountain and one river for one person.

This water should refer to the Yanshui River.

According to his guess, this mountain probably refers to the "Gushan".

But there are no signs of evil spirits around here at all.

There are no minions of evil gods, no traces of demon cultivators, and no aura of demons.

There is no altar.

No killing.

There is no formation...

It looks like it's just a remote mine that was drained of value and then abandoned.

Mo Hua gradually frowned and continued walking forward.

But after taking a few steps, he was stopped by Master Gu, "Young master, you can't go any further. Going forward is the top of the Shen family's hill."

Mo Hua's pupils shrank and he turned around suddenly, "Shen family?"

Master Gu nodded.

"Which Shen family?"

"Qianxue Prefecture, a top fifth-grade family, in the Qiandao Sect, one of the four major sects, has a position that has been inherited for generations...the Shen family."

There was fear in Master Gu's tone, and he pointed forward, "Nearly a hundred miles ahead are all the hills belonging to the Shen family. Back then, the Shen family bought such a large area of ​​​​the mountain in order to dig out the chalcopyrite mine. After the digging was completed, this piece of land was

The mountain top is ruined and no other monks are allowed to enter."

Mo Hua's eyelids twitched slightly, he turned his head and took in a panoramic view of a large stretch of mountains in front of him.

This mountain top is no different from other places.

If Master Gu hadn't mentioned it, he would never have imagined that this would actually belong to the Shen family...

"Young Master, why don't you... go and see other places?" Master Gu said politely.

The Shen family was so powerful that he didn't dare to offend him at all.

Mo Hua thought for a while and nodded.

The two of them turned around and continued walking to the right. After walking around for a long time, they still found nothing.

Seeing that it was getting late, Master Gu said, "Young Master, why don't you go back first?"

Mo Hua didn't refuse either.

The two of them walked back along the dirty mountain road.

The mountain trail we took this time was even more eccentric.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua's sharp eyes suddenly saw some fresh stone chips and some special ax chisel marks in an inconspicuous corner not far from the roadside.

Mo Hua asked Master Gu, "Is this mountain still mining?"

Master Gu said strangely: "It's impossible..."

He walked into the pile of stone chips, twirled them with his hands, and then looked at the special ax chisel marks, his brows gradually furrowed:

"This is not like mining, more like... grave robbing..."
Chapter completed!