Chapter 943: Mysteries (Additional update for the leader of Jia Ling~)
"Ancestor, can you really rest assured..." Xun Ziyou frowned.
He is only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, not the late stage of Golden Core. It is fine at the second-level state boundary. Once he reaches the third-level state boundary, there are too many dangers.
Especially some situations are truly dangerous, and even he, an elder in the late Jindan stage, may not be able to grasp them.
Mr. Xun was silent for a moment, sighed slowly, and asked without answering:
"Do you think Mo Hua will stay in my Taixu Sect?"
Xun Ziyou was startled, "You mean... will he enter the inner door?"
Mr. Xun nodded.
Xun Ziyou thought for a moment and said: "I think so... He is the leader of the formation path. Although his spiritual roots are a bit lacking, his formation talent is really unparalleled, and he has made many meritorious deeds for our Taixu Sect. Yu Qing
Yu Li, the sect will accept him into the inner sect..."
"The elders of the sect also like this child very much. Mo Hua gets along very well with his fellow sects and is very familiar with the elders. If he doesn't enter the Taixu inner sect, how can he go to other sects?
?”
Mr. Xun shook his head, "This child is destined to never stay in Taixu Sect..."
Xun Ziyou was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He just said:
"If you don't enter the inner gate, you will have to travel out and find a way to form elixirs by yourself..." Xun Ziyou frowned, feeling deeply worried, "It would be too hard to sleep in the open air. Moreover,
I don’t know how many dangers I will encounter..."
It’s not just as simple as “dangerous”.
Mr. Xun didn't say anything clearly.
Almost no one in the Taixu Sect knows the true origin of the ink paintings.
And because of the great cause and effect, the crisis he will face in the future will be even more terrifying.
It's so terrible that ordinary people can't even imagine it.
The enemy standing opposite him was also incredibly strong.
"You can protect me for a while, but you can't protect me for a lifetime..."
Mr. Xun sighed deeply: "Some dangers can only be faced and overcome by himself."
"Misfortune depends on blessings. In this world, crises and opportunities go hand in hand. Only by going through dangers, going through hardships, finding opportunities in desperate situations, and moving forward step by step can we truly rise from the ashes and become stronger."
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"Masters, elders, treasures, these are all external, the 'power' given by others."
"Only by truly relying on one's own knowledge, experience, agility and strength to go through disasters and turn danger into good fortune can one be truly 'strong'."
"Only when a sword is tempered can it gain its true edge."
Xun Ziyou looked solemn, and then nodded with deep understanding.
Monks who are pampered and privileged often cannot withstand hardships and setbacks. When encountering real disasters, their Taoist hearts will easily be broken.
Ordinary people only respect shallow things like a monk's spiritual roots, blood, family background, and appearance.
I don’t know that what is truly precious to a monk is actually an indomitable Taoist heart that has endured hardships.
This kind of Taoist heart is difficult to cultivate without tempering.
"The ancestors have great foresight," Xunzi said leisurely, "I don't care what Mo Hua wants to do."
Xun Ziyou stood up and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Mr. Xun again.
"stop."
Mr. Xun said: "I didn't ask you to really ignore it."
Xun Ziyou was stunned, "Huh?"
"You can't really ignore everything."
Mr. Xun said that he thought about it in his heart for a while, but he still couldn't bear it.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
This is indeed true, but if Mo Hua, a precious disciple of his Taixu Sect, is really injured by a bump or someone accidentally dies...
Just thinking about it makes Mr. Xun feel heartbroken.
What's more, unlike other geniuses, Mo Hua doesn't have a talisman of longevity on him.
Without this thing in mind, there can be no negligence at all.
If there is a slight mistake, it will be irreversible.
If you want to get it back, it will be too late.
Old Mr.
But Taixumen does not have the hole of "the old man is about to die".
Even if there were, how could someone with no relatives and no connection be able to expend their original energy to plant a longevity charm for an unrelated child like Mo Hua?
Mr. Xun thought about growing it himself.
But there are only a few Dongxu in Taixu Sect, and he is the only one who is proficient in formations and knows the secrets of heaven.
At this time, in the border area of ​​Qianxue Prefecture, the sky is dark, a storm is coming, and the situation is treacherous and dangerous.
Many major events still need to be planned by him personally.
His old bones will continue to burn to continue the fire of the sect.
It is impossible to really sacrifice one's origins and abandon one's path just for the sake of ink painting to plant this talisman of longevity.
Then you can only think of other ways.
"If Mo Hua goes out to travel, away from Taixumen and Qianzhou, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away. I can't worry about it, and I can't control it even if I want to."
"But at least there should be a back-up near the border of Qianxue State to protect him."
Mr. Xun took out a pure white jade pendant and handed it to Xun Ziyou.
"The Taixu Liangyi Lock is the most precious treasure of my Taixu Sect. It is now hung around Mo Hua's neck to protect his cause and effect."
"This jade pendant is matched with the Taixu Liangyi Lock. It can sense part of his causal energy."
"If this jade pendant is white, it means everything is safe, and there will be no surprises in the ink painting."
"If it's light red, there's a small crisis; if it's dark red, there's a big crisis;"
"If it's black," Mr. Xun's eyes darkened, "...it's a sign of death!"
Xun Ziyou looked stern.
Mr. Xun gave him the jade pendant and ordered: "Take this jade pendant and follow him. Don't follow him too closely. If there is anything, let him solve it by himself. But if he encounters a big crisis of life and death, you will do it at all costs.
We must protect him."
Xun Ziyou took the jade pendant solemnly, feeling his heart heavy.
Although it is a third-grade state boundary, if nothing unexpected happens, he, a sword cultivator elder of Taixu Sect in the late Jindan stage, should be able to handle any crisis.
But don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.
If something really went wrong and something went wrong in Mo Hua, he would not be able to cure it in time. Even if he lost his life afterwards, it would not help.
"Ancestor, what if something goes wrong...I can't save it?" Xun Ziyou asked with a frown.
Old Mr.
Xun Ziyou's heart skipped a beat.
This is the second time that the ancestor has mentioned the Void Sword Order.
Using the Void Sword Command is enough to show Mo Hua's status among the ancestors.
In other words, it is the importance of ink painting to Taixumen.
But Xun Ziyou is still a little puzzled, "The boundaries of the third-level states have realm restrictions. Even if the Void Sword Order is crushed, the void cannot be broken..."
"You don't have to worry about it, I have my own arrangements." Mr. Xun said calmly.
Xun Ziyou didn't know what his ancestor had planned, but he didn't dare to ask.
Old Mr.
After finishing speaking, Mr. Xun added: "Don't be like before. In the late stage of the golden elixir, even if you stare at a foundation-building disciple, you can be seen..."
Xun Ziyou was a little ashamed, "Yes, I will be careful this time..."
Mr. Xun waved his hand and said, "Go."
Xun Ziyou took the order and went.
The elders were in the middle, leaving only Mr. Xun.
He looked at the chaotic and confusing Tianji Compass in front of him, frowning, and after a long time, he sighed slowly:
"I can only protect you to this point..."
"Whether the opportunity for this trip is big or small, whether the luck is good or bad, it all depends on you..."
…
On the mountain road at the border of Qianxue Prefecture, Mo Hua sat in a carriage and walked towards the remote Gushan City.
About half a day later, Mo Hua arrived at Gushan City.
The dilapidated city was built close to the mountain. The rocks are dark and the trees are desolate. From a distance, there is nothing unusual, but the ink painting always feels like there is something weird hidden in the mountain.
After entering Gushan City, Mo Hua first went to find Shen Xiuyan.
In a hidden teahouse private room, Shen Xiuyan handed a storage bag to Mo Hua.
"Everything the young master wants is in the bag. But time is urgent and my authority is limited. I only found some marginal things, and some of them are fragmentary, which may not be useful."
Shen Xiuyan whispered to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua took the storage bag, glanced at it, and said, "Thank you very much."
"It would be great if I can help you, sir," Shen Xiu said, then with a hint of apology on his face, "I can't wait long."
He is the elder of the Shen family, and Mo Hua is the genius of the Taixu clan.
Although the relationship between the Shen family and the Taixu Sect is not as tense as fire and water, it can still easily arouse suspicion if someone is interested.
In particular, in a sense, Shen Xiuyan was indeed "selling out" the Shen family.
Once discovered, there is no way to explain it.
Mo Hua also understood this, he cupped his hands and said: "Elder Xiu, please help yourself, I won't give it away."
Shen Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, bowed, and left.
In the teahouse, only Mo Hua was left.
Mo Hua thought for a while, but did not leave. Instead, he directly opened the storage bag and drank tea while reading the file Shen Xiuyan handed him.
The teahouse is quiet and undisturbed.
Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was strong and he was very focused on reading. In just half an hour, he roughly browsed through all these files and then fell into deep thought.
The file records the beginning and end of the Shen family's mining of the Gushan mineral deposits, which lasted for hundreds of years and involved all aspects, including the transfer of monks, project arrangements, spiritual weapon structures, spiritual contract regulations, mineral flows, spiritual stone prices, and copper mines. Stock estimates, surname genealogy of casual cultivators...etc.
It even included several conflicts between the Shen family and the casual cultivators.
These dossier documents cover a wide range, but are relatively fragmented. They are fragments of some mining events in different time periods spanning hundreds of years.
Through these, Mo Hua had a preliminary and concrete impression of the mine.
But the deeper truth still cannot be discovered, and the whole picture cannot be glimpsed.
The only thing that Mo Hua cared about was the "orphans" of Gushan City.
Mo Hua looked through the files and found that during a certain period of time, the number of orphans in Gushan City increased sharply, but there was no record of what happened before and after.
I don’t know if it was the situation of casual cultivators, but no one cared about it, so no one recorded it specifically.
There is still a file record, but it was sealed by the Shen family.
Or... was it directly destroyed?
Mo Hua frowned slightly, feeling more and more confused.
"What exactly did the Shen family do in Gushan?"
"Could the Shen family's affairs be related to the evil fetus?"
"The Cunning Rabbit has three burrows, one mountain, one river, and one person... Is there really an evil fetus hidden in the lonely mountain?"
"If it is hidden, then where will this evil fetus be hidden?"
For the rest of the time, Mo Hua carefully read through these files, trying to find some clues.
But I turned around and found nothing.
Mo Hua then decided to go to the mountain top of Shen's house to have a look in person.
He did not call Master Gu, but planned to go alone.
He knows the art of invisibility, so it is more convenient for him to investigate invisibly. Moreover, he doesn't really want to implicate Master Gu.
He has the Taixu Sect as his backer, and here in Gushan City, he has nothing to worry about and can come and go freely.
But Master Gu is different. He has a low status in the Gu family, and he also has to take care of the livelihood of the apprentices in the weapon smelting shop. If he can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. If he really goes against the Shen family, he will definitely be sought for revenge. Then there will be trouble. That's big.
The ink painting has also been estimated.
Although Gushan City is a third-grade place, it is a very poor third-grade territory.
The golden elixirs that come and go are generally in the early stages.
His movement skills now incorporate the Stealth Technique, Water Step and Water Shadow Phantasm. When facing a monk in the early stage of the Golden Core, even if he cannot defeat him, he can still run away.
Mo Hua thought it over, tidied up a bit, and then disappeared into the lonely mountain alone.
…
At the same time that Mo Hua entered Gushan, the Shen family and Shen Xiuyan of Gushan City had already boarded the carriage and were preparing to return to Xiaolingmen.
If he handed over the Shen family files, even some less important files, to Mo Hua, it would be regarded as "leaking secrets".
Although it is not a big mistake, it is better to do less than to do more.
After the matter is done, get out as soon as possible to avoid getting involved.
And, to be honest, when he saw Mo Hua now and thought about his origin, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened. He really didn't want to deal with Mo Hua.
Shen Xiuyan drove the car and prepared to return to the clan.
But the carriage had just taken a few steps when it met a person head-on.
This man has an ordinary appearance but extraordinary momentum. He is dressed as an elder of the Shen family. He is none other than the powerful elder of the Shen family, Shen Shouxing.
"Xiuyan?" Shen Shouxing said.
Shen Xiuyan had to come out to say hello, "Brother Shouxing."
"Returning to the clan so early?" Shen Shouxing asked.
"There is something wrong with the sect."
Shen Shouxing nodded, and then said, "I have something I want to ask you. Please come with me."
Shen Xiuyan felt a little uneasy, but Shen Shouxing had a higher level of cultivation and more power than him, so he did not dare to refuse.
Although the two have some personal relationships, they are from aristocratic families, and friendship cannot outweigh the interests.
"Okay." Shen Xiu said.
The two went to the living room, and someone served tea.
Shen Shouxing stepped back and saw no one around. He was silent for a moment and then said to Shen Xiuyan: "A few years ago, you asked for a hexagram for me..."
"Gua?"
Shen Xiuyan was startled, then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought it was about Mo Hua, but it turned out to be a false alarm...
"That hexagram says," Shen Shouxing frowned, "I will only have one son in this life?"
Shen Xiuyan didn't know why Shen Shouxing mentioned this matter. After thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly understood.
He has lost his "number" and wants to open a new one.
Shen Xiuyan nodded, "Not bad."
"This hexagram cannot be changed?"
Shen Xiuyan pondered for a moment and said: "This hexagram was asked by me from Xuanji Valley. The elders of Xuanji Valley said that the cause and effect are fixed. This is your fate. Whatever you do and the consequences you get, you can't change it. ”
Speaking of this hexagram, there is something strange about it.
Originally, he wanted to ask Old Man Wen to tell this divination.
Old Man Wen came from the Xuanji Valley. He had a treasure on his body, called Sancai Yishu Copper Coin. Not only could he predict events like a god, but he could also predict good and bad luck.
Back then, he followed Old Man Wen and Master Yun to Tongxian City, Nanyue City, and Lizhou City.
Along the way, thanks to his divination skills.
But after experiencing that incident and coming back, Old Man Wen was frightened. He said that he was afraid of being involved in strange cause and effect, so he taught himself the art of divination.
Within fifty years, I will try my best to save my life regardless of heaven's secrets or cause and effect.
He had no choice but to ask Old Man Wen for a recommendation and asked another elder of Xuanji Valley to calculate this hexagram for Shen Shouxing.
At that time, after the Xuanji Valley elder finished calculating Shen Shouxing's hexagram, his face turned pale and he said many unpleasant things.
Shen Xiuyan couldn't tell Shen Shouxing the truth, so he could only use some "cause and effect" type of rhetoric to tell Shen Shouxing.
At the same time, he also told him: He will only have one son in his life.
But this hexagram is just a casual calculation.
Shen Xiuyan and Shen Shouxing actually didn't pay much attention to it at first.
Cause and effect are elusive, and the hexagrams are just hexagrams after all and cannot explain anything.
But now, Shen Shouxing really only has one son. Although he is a Taoist companion on the surface, he has kept so many concubines secretly, and none of them shows signs of pregnancy.
This is a little weird.
But now, his only son Shen Qingsheng is acting mischievously and causing trouble.
Educating people is like planting a tree, but if the tree grows crooked, you can still cut off the remaining branches and straighten them with an axe.
If your son is raised crooked, then he is really crooked, and there really is nothing you can do about it.
After Shen Xiuyan thought about it in his mind, he became somewhat considerate of Shen Shouxing, a powerful elder, "Do you want to... do your fortune telling again?"
Shen Shouxing nodded, "Thank you, brother Xiuyan."
"Then what if..." Shen Xiuyan thought carefully, "will the hexagram images still be like this?"
Shen Shouxing frowned, "Then please ask Brother Xiuyan for help and ask if there is a way to 'go against the luck and change your destiny'..."
"Go against the fortune, change your destiny..." Shen Xiuyan muttered it again, suddenly lost his mind, nodded and said, "Okay, I will ask for you..."
"Thank you!" Shen Shouxing said with cupped hands.
The two of them finished chatting and had nothing else to say.
After Shen Shouxing drank his tea, he was about to get up and leave, but turned around and walked a few steps, only to find that Shen Xiuyan was still sitting on the chair, motionless.
Shen Shouxing was a little strange and frowned: "Brother Xiuyan?"
Shen Xiuyan sat numbly, looking a little dazed. It seemed that he had not heard what he said and had lost awareness of everything around him.
"you……"
Shen Shouxing's brows furrowed even more tightly.
At this moment, a deep voice sounded, "No need to forget it."
"What?" Shen Shouxing was startled.
Shen Xiuyan slowly raised his head, his eyes dimmed with a hint of gray, "I'll forget it for you... You only have this one son in your life."
When Shen Shouxing touched Shen Xiuyan's eyes, he lost consciousness for a moment, then his eyes dimmed and he murmured in a low voice:
"I only have this one son in my life."
Shen Xiuyan's voice was low and strange: "If this son dies, you will have no descendants."
"When this son dies, I will cut off my descendants." Shen Shouxing repeated the same thing.
And these words, like seeds, took root and sprouted in his heart...
"I only have this one son in my life."
"If this son dies, I will cut off my descendants..."
"Cut off your descendants..."
Shen Shouxing's eyes darkened for a moment, then gradually brightened, and his energy returned. He turned to look at Shen Xiuyan.
Shen Xiuyan was also a little surprised, then he stood up and cupped his hands and said, "It's getting late, I have to return to the sect."
"Then I won't keep Brother Xiuyan," Shen Shouxing said.
"Farewell."
"Walk slowly."
The two of them were fine and separated.
Shen Xiuyan got on the carriage, with the clatter of hooves and slow wheels, he left Gushan City and drove towards Xiaolingmen.
The mountains on both sides passed by one by one.
Shen Xiuyan in the car was lost for a moment and suddenly frowned.
"Did I just... say something to Shen Shouxing?"
"It seems... you didn't say anything? Just had a cup of tea?"
"That's right, I don't have anything to say to him."
"I can't remember a little bit..."
Shen Xiuyan shook his head, "Maybe he is too tired, or maybe he has too many dreams and is mentally sleepy..."
During this time, he still had dreams occasionally.
I dreamed of the dark little ruined temple outside Lizhou City.
But this time it's not a nightmare, and he won't wipe his neck with a knife again.
It was just an ordinary dream, and everything in the dream was not so scary, not so dark, not so bloody.
The little ink drawing of the person roasting sweet potatoes in the dream became more and more vivid and vivid.
Shen Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief.
He sat on the carriage with peace of mind and drove towards Xiaoling Gate.
Chapter completed!