Afterwards, Mo Hua took some time to go to the small bookstore outside his disciple's home and took a look at the big white dog.
The big white dog is taking a nap.
When Mo Hua walked in front of it, it suddenly woke up and jumped up. When it saw Mo Hua, it stuck out its tongue and wanted to lie back down.
But before he could lie down, the big white dog slowly stood up again, staring at the ink painting with his big eyes, looking left and right, and sniffed the scent of the ink painting.
Then it seemed to understand something. It immediately shivered and the white hairs on its body stood up. Looking at the ink painting, the whole dog was stunned.
It seems that Mo Hua has become stronger now, too strong.
There is already a sadly thick barrier between it and the ink painting.
The big white dog is like a clay sculpture, standing blankly in the wind.
Mo Hua looked amused, took out a bone and threw it to the big white dog.
Just bones.
The big white dog snorted coldly. He was a little unhappy at first, but after a while, when he smelled the strong smell of demons in the bones, the big white dog's eyes immediately shone, and his mouth watered.
This bone is specially made for ink painting.
It uses Shinto formations to seal a part of it. He occupies the throne of the evil god and intercepts part of the demon from the nightmare of the evil fetus.
Mo Hua had promised before that he would bring "delicious" food to the big white dog, so when he had the opportunity, he left some demons to give him teeth as a sacrifice.
The big white dog gnawed the bones, sucked the demon, and kept wagging its tail. The estrangement in his heart gradually disappeared, and Mo Hua became a "good friend" again.
Mo Hua stroked the white hair on its neck.
The big white dog used its big head to rub the ink painting.
In the book garden, Master Taixu held a book and stared at this scene in a daze. The more he looked at it, the more incredible it became.
…
After feeding the big white dog, Mo Hua went back satisfied.
After one day is the ten-day holiday.
Mo Hua followed his plan and went to Daotingsi to visit Inspector Xia in the Ascension Realm.
Supervisor Xia was born in the Xia family and was a supervisor of the Central Court. He had a very high status and power. He was also very busy on weekdays and was not qualified to meet ordinary people.
But when he heard that Mo Hua was coming, he still declined invitations from some families or sects and met with Mo Hua in person.
"Hello, Inspector Xia." Mo Hua's attitude was very respectful.
"Okay." Supervisor Xia was very satisfied. He stretched out his hand and said, "Little brother, sit down."
There is a table and a chair next to him, and there is a cup of tea on the table.
The styles of tables and chairs are very ordinary, and the tea flavor is bland.
But these are the tables and chairs here for Inspector Xia.
Ordinarily, even some small and medium-sized family heads or heads are not qualified to sit here. They have to stand and listen to Supervisor Xia's questions, let alone a cup of tea.
Mo Hua didn't think too much. After sitting down quietly, he took a sip of tea, looked around, and thought silently:
This Inspector Xia seems to be quite honest.
This office room is a little bigger than Uncle Gu's, with simple decoration and a similar layout.
Of course, this is in the Daotingsi, and it's hard to say whether he is corrupt in private.
Mo Hua took another slow sip of tea.
Supervisor Xia also silently observed the ink paintings, and saw that he had a calm demeanor and that he could drink tea in the Daotingsi very well.
Facing himself, the Taoist supervisor, he was respectful, neither humble nor arrogant, nor had any nervous or apprehensive look on his face. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
It is true that he is a monster talent raised in front of his ancestors. At such a young age, he has such a pattern and magnanimity.
Supervisor Xia nodded slightly, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "Young brother came to my place and you don't know why?"
Mo Hua got straight to the point: "It's a matter of the Shen family."
Rao Shixia, who was supervising the city, was deep in thought and his eyes were slightly focused.
He didn't expect that Mo Hua would be so direct and not subtle at all. He would come to him directly and talk to him about the Shen family.
"Inspector Xia," Mo Hua whispered, "You should already know that I have been to the Shen family's mine."
Supervisor Xia was silent for a moment and nodded.
Such a big matter for the Shen family has consumed almost all of his attention these days.
And he had the channels of Daotingsi, so he naturally knew that the trigger of all the incidents that day was that two disciples were kidnapped by tomb robbers and entered the abandoned mine of the Shen family.
People came in one after another, and then the conflict broke out.
As for the two "hijacked" disciples, one was Shen Qingsheng of the Shen family, and the other was Mo Hua.
It's just that due to Mo Hua's identity, he has never been able to delve deeper into it.
What's more, there seems to be no movement at Taixumen on the surface, but secretly, under the arrangement of Mr. Xun, the news about Mo Hua has been blocked for a long time.
Even if he went to check, he would only get a bad result.
Mo Hua could also guess that somewhere he didn't know, Mr. Xun had been silently telling the truth for him.
But hiding this kind of thing all the time is not the answer.
There is no airtight wall in the world.
Mo Hua should also try to solve the problem by himself and try to deal with "big figures" like Supervisor Xia.
"Inspector Xia, do you want to know what happened under the mine?" Mo Hua whispered.
Inspector Xia thought for a moment and nodded.
Of course he does.
He had actually heard some news about Gushan.
However, these news are all one-sided, fragmentary, and vague. They are not the complete picture of the matter, let alone the truth of the matter.
The deeper things are even more unknowable.
But, can Mo Hua tell himself so easily?
Supervisor Xia's eyes showed he was thinking, but he didn't expect that Mo Hua just took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and started talking from the beginning to the end.
From the time he discovered some clues in Gushan, to the encounter with tomb robbers, to the tombs of the Shen family, corpses haunted, thousands of corpses sealed in coffins, and all the demons, including the leader of the Demon Sect,
The prince of Dahuang, the second elder of the Demon Sect, the demon cultivator of the late Jindan period, the young master of the Xuan Demon Sect, etc.
And what exactly the Shen family did, the origin of the mass graves, the purpose of the tombs, and the restoration of the Dahuang royal family...
Except for some, the secrets of the Shinto that really involve evil gods and Huangshan Jun are hidden by the ink paintings.
Mo Hua told Inspector Xia the rest of the facts in detail.
Even Inspector Xia, who holds an important position and is well-informed, was a little unbelievable after hearing this.
Mass graves, aristocratic families commit murders, demon sects raise dragons, and the wilderness rebels...
The cause and effect here is really too complicated.
The problem is too serious.
Especially the two matters of "raising dragons" and "rebellion" are basically on the death line of Tao Tingshe.
It would be okay if it is not exposed to the light, but once it is exposed and people make a fuss about it, it may really shock the Taoist court, and there will definitely be another bloody storm.
Supervisor Xia was secretly shocked.
He looked at the ink painting again and was even more surprised.
In such a turbulent situation where the demons gathered together, the Golden Core was fighting in the later stage, this kid could really survive without missing any arms or legs, and even calmly came to Daotingsi to drink tea?
Inspector Xia frowned.
The geniuses of the Xia family may have better qualifications, higher cultivation, and greater ambitions than him, but in terms of ability and determination, there are probably not many who can match him...
Supervisor Xia was silent for a long time, digesting the information revealed by Mo Hua in his heart.
After a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly and he said slowly: "Little brother, are you telling me this to let me... deal with the Shen family?"
Mo Hua asked: "Can you do it?"
Supervisor Xia said: "Most of Gushan was blown up by the Shen family. Everything inside was turned into powder and buried deep underground. Even if there was evidence, most of it was destroyed. Without evidence, it is impossible to convict the Shen family.
"
That's what he said, but Mo Hua knew that even if there was evidence, Inspector Xia might not take action against the Shen family.
The aristocratic family pays attention to interests.
What Daoting weighs is the situation.
No one will put "fairness" and "justice" first.
The same goes for Supervisor Xia.
He may not be a bad person, but he may not be considered a good person either. When dealing with others, he will definitely weigh the pros and cons first in order to seek the greatest benefit.
If he is useful, he will win over him, but if one day he is no longer useful, he will definitely betray himself.
The same is true for the Shen family.
If there is really "evidence" in Supervisor Xia's hands, then he will definitely want to use this "evidence" to obtain the greatest benefits for the Xia family and himself.
Mo Hua didn't expect Inspector Xia to really deal with the Shen family.
His purpose was just to hand the "knife" to Inspector Xia so that he could have a "gap" to cut off the Shen family's fat mass.
Supervisor Xia represents the huge Xia family and the dominant Taoist court. As long as he enters the scene, he will definitely put great pressure on the Shen family.
The Shen family definitely has no time for him to take care of him.
Even if he "colludes" with the Shen family in the end, it means that he has cut huge benefits from the Shen family.
The price paid for "bribing" this Taoist inspector must be huge.
The Shen family will definitely have to cut their flesh and bleed heavily.
As long as it can weaken the Shen family's power, that's a good thing.
The Shen family is a fifth-grade family, and it is also a behemoth in the Qianxue state. It is naturally impossible for a small foundation-building monk to overthrow it with ink painting alone.
Although the Gushan incident has been exposed, with the Shen family ancestors strategizing, the final result may not be satisfactory.
Therefore, what Ink Painting can do is try to disrupt the situation as much as possible.
The Shen family is tired of running for their lives, so they will not focus on themselves.
And once too many benefits are taken away by others, the Shen family's vitality will be damaged, and more and more conflicts will break out internally.
The centipede is dead but not stiff.
Most of the time, the destruction of aristocratic families does not happen overnight.
Current ink painting can only go so far.
As for how much blood the Shen family will shed this time, Mo Hua is not sure, but he believes in the greed of the family and Daoting's skills.
Other things are beyond his control.
Mo Hua truthfully told Inspector Xia:
"I don't like the Shen family, but the matter in Gushan is too big. I still have to concentrate on my practice. I can't care about that much, and I don't have the ability to care about it."
"Furthermore, it is the duty of Daotingsi to uphold the laws of Taoism and enforce the law. As a small disciple of the sect, I can only do my duty and tell the inside story of the Shen family. The affairs of Gushan can only be left to the supervisor. You have done justice."
Mo Hua spoke upright and left himself out.
What happens after that is Daoting's responsibility.
Supervisor Xia took a deep look at Mo Hua, "Is that just that?"
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
"You don't have any requirements?"
Mo Hua thought for a while and said: "There is only one, just don't tell me. Otherwise, if the Shen family knows that I have leaked the secret to you, they will definitely do everything possible to make things difficult for me. I have no choice but to practice in Taixu Sect with peace of mind." "
Supervisor Xia nodded solemnly, "This is natural, don't worry."
Whistleblowing is strictly protected in the Daoting Division.
What's more, ink painting has a special status.
It wouldn't matter if he didn't tell himself these things, but now that he has told them in person, Daotingsi will have to find a way to keep his secret, both emotionally and logically.
Otherwise, you will not only offend the Taixu Sect, but also lose your credibility as a "supervisor".
In a sense, this is also the "show of goodwill" of ink painting.
Inspector Xia was even less likely to refuse.
"Heaven knows this and earth knows it. You know it and I know it." Supervisor Xia assured.
Mo Hua nodded assuredly.
"By the way," Mo Hua remembered something again, "Supervisor, do you know Fan Jin and Fan Dian Division?"
Inspector Xia thought for a moment, "You mean, the Dian Si from Gushan City?"
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
Supervisor Xia's eyes were slightly solemn and he said: "I sent someone to ask him about Gushan, but he was vague and unclear."
Mo Hua said: "He was afraid of the Shen family's revenge, so he acted more cautiously. That day, he went to the Gushan tomb with me. If you don't know anything about it, you can ask him directly. If he is afraid of your prestige
, if you dare not tell the truth, just give me my name."
"Say your name?"
"Yes," Mo Hua nodded, "In the tomb, Fan Diansi helped me a lot, and we have some friendship with me. If you tell me my name, he will tell me."
Mo Hua also gave Fan Diansi a chance.
Fan Diansi came from a poor background and had poor connections. He wanted to make progress, but he never had the chance and ran into obstacles everywhere.
Now that Mo Hua mentioned this in front of Supervisor Xia, it was equivalent to giving him a chance to climb up.
As for whether he can catch it or not, it depends on him.
Supervisor Xia also understood the meaning of the ink painting.
Having a friendship with Mo Hua, and being able to get Mo Hua to speak, he must have some ability to do so in front of him, a supervisor.
"Fan Jin," Supervisor Xia nodded, "Okay, I remember..."
After everything that needed to be said was said, Mo Hua drank all the tea in the cup, then stood up and said goodbye: "Sorry to disturb the supervisor, Mo Hua takes leave."
"Little brother, walk slowly and come back when you have time."
Supervisor Xia looked calm.
Mo Hua bowed and retreated calmly.
After Mo Hua left, Supervisor Xia still sat still, frowning in thought. What he was thinking about was not the Shen family's affairs, but Mo Hua:
"If nothing else, this magnanimity alone is extraordinary..."
"You also have a lot of eyes, but the great thing is that you can't tell from the outside."
"It's a pity that my origin and bloodline are too low to cross the threshold of direct marriage of the Xia family, and the rules of the aristocratic family are too strict, otherwise..."
Inspector Xia sighed slightly.
…
After Mo Hua said goodbye to Supervisor Xia, he happened to stop by Gu Changhuai's place and had some snacks and chatted for a while before returning to Taixu Gate.
After that, Mo Hua stayed behind closed doors and stayed honest for a while.
After ten days, the affairs in Gushan City came to an end for the time being, including Supervisor Xia's operations, and Mo Hua then went out and planned to visit Gushan City.
Xun Ziyou still followed him.
This is the order of the ancestors. From now on, it is okay if Mo Hua cannot leave the sect. As long as he leaves the sect, he must follow him and there is no room for mistakes.
This order is nothing.
Xun Ziyou has long been accustomed to being the "bodyguard" of ink paintings, so he didn't feel surprised for a while.
But this time, Mr. Xun's attitude was actually more serious and solemn than before, and there was even a hint that he wanted to treat the ink paintings as the sect's most precious treasure and strictly protect them.
Xun Ziyou felt a little strange.
Is it because of the Gushan incident, fear of Mo Hua's revenge by the Shen family, or is there... other deeper reasons?
On the carriage, Xun Ziyou couldn't help but look at the ink paintings.
As he looked at it, he felt that the ink painting seemed a little different from before. It was hazy, as if shrouded in a layer of obscure fog, making it even harder for him to understand.
"What other tricks did the ancestor devise?"
Xun Ziyou shook his head and sighed in his heart, "Even my own grandson doesn't get this kind of treatment..."
He put away his thoughts and stopped thinking too much. Instead, he let go of his consciousness and was alert to the dangers he might encounter along the way.
After a bumpy ride, we arrived at Gushan City.
After half a month, Gushan City is much quieter now.
Because of the previous turmoil, Jindan monks from major aristocratic families and sects got together and made a big fuss. Although the monks in this city were not harmed, it still frightened the people of Gushan City.
Most monks stay behind closed doors.
The streets are becoming more and more depressed, and there are fewer monks coming and going.
In the distance, half of Gushan collapsed. Compared with Gushan City, it now looks more like a "half-mountain city".
This is the "masterpiece" of the Shen family.
In order to cover up the crime, corpses were burned and filled in tombs. In the end, half of the isolated mountain was blown up, and everything was buried at the bottom of the mountain at an unknown depth.
This is the boundary of the third-grade state. Many rocks in Gushan are also of third-grade geology. They are extremely hard and extremely difficult to dig.
Once buried, it is almost impossible to see the light of day again.
Including, the Evil Embryo Temple in the deepest part of Gushan.
Mo Hua silently looked at the collapsed half of the solitary mountain.
Even now, when he recalls that temple, he still has a vague feeling of weirdness.
He always felt that he seemed to have passed by something...
Now that the temple has sunk, he can no longer delve deeper into it.
Mo Hua withdrew his gaze and stopped thinking about it.
The carriage entered the city with smooth traffic, and there were few foreign monks on the streets.
Nowadays, there are no traces of monks from various aristocratic families and sects in the city, including the Shen family.
The Shen family was deprived of the right to occupy Gushan City by the Tao Tingsi.
This was the result of the operation of Xia Supervision. With the authority of Daotingsi, all the Shen family monks in Gushan City were forcibly expelled and a ban was issued on them, prohibiting them from entering Gushan City again.
Although the Shen family covered up the evidence, half of the solitary mountain was destroyed by the bombing, and Daotingsi was held accountable. This was also a big mistake.
In addition, everyone is not a fool, and everyone has guesses about what happened in Gushan.
The Shen family knew that they were in the wrong, so they did not dare to make more fuss in this regard.
As soon as the Shen family left, other aristocratic families who wanted to take a bite out of the Shen family naturally withdrew.
No one cares about this lonely mountain city that has been drained of its value, poor, remote, and worthless.
Today's Gushan City is really "clean".
Mo Hua rode a carriage along the street until he came to Master Gu's weapon refining shop.
Master Gu greeted him at the door early. When he saw Mo Hua, he immediately bowed his hands and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Mo."
"Master Gu, you're welcome." Mo Hua smiled gently, "Are you all ready?"
"According to the young master's instructions, and with the consent of the Gu family and the approval of Mrs. Wan, the spiritual weapons have been shipped and the manpower has been arranged."
"Okay, let's get started..."
Mo Hua nodded, his eyes bright.
He wanted to give the casual cultivators in Gushan City a foundation for their lives.
A formation master with twenty lines of spiritual consciousness, a second-grade high-level formation master, and a profound knowledge of formation techniques.
With his own ability, Mo Hua can already do a lot of things.
He still remembered the Taoist vow he made in front of the lights of thousands of families in Tongxian City:
In this life, he will work hard to practice, understand the formations, and use the formations to reach the heaven and the earth, seek immortality, and change his destiny against the will of heaven.
Not only to change his own life, but also to change the lives of all low-level monks in the world...
Today's Mo Hua is no longer the fledgling child. He knows that the world is very big, and this ambitious goal is too difficult.
But a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Big things must start from small things.
Now, he has entered the Taixu Sect and has become the leader of the formation, forming elixirs with his spiritual thoughts.
His own destiny has been rewritten bit by bit.
Within the scope of his ability, he also wanted to change the lives of these poor monks.
First change the fate of one person, then change the fate of a city.
Gather sand to form a tower, gather water to form a river.
One day, when one's own power takes part in creation and the formation reaches the sky, then one can change the fate of the Nine Provinces and change the destiny of the people in the world.
In this way, you can prove your Taoist heart.
Chapter completed!