Asking About Longevity: Chapter 431 Zhang Quan
Chapter 431 Zhang Quan
Mo Hua feels that this matter is full of doubts. After thinking about it, he has no clue.
Just wait until we catch this gray-clothed monk.
Everything has a breakthrough.
After the battle at Baihua Tower, Mo Hua has almost figured out the trump card of this gray-clothed monk.
It would be much easier to trick him again.
On the way back, Mo Hua thought about something and then sighed.
He has been practicing regularly these days, and his cultivation has increased step by step.
However, the enhancement of spiritual consciousness has stopped at the twelve lines, and it is difficult to make further progress.
First, because there are no formations with twelve patterns for him to learn, his spiritual consciousness grows slowly;
The second reason is because of the Taoist monument.
Ever since Mo Hua relied on the Tao stele to understand the Tao Yun, the Tao stele has been overloaded and has not fully recovered yet.
Mo Hua’s daily practice of formations has been greatly reduced, and his spiritual consciousness has only grown minimally.
According to this progress, it is possible that when building the foundation, the spiritual consciousness will not be able to break through the thirteen lines.
The Dao Monument is slowly recovering, and the first-grade and twelve-line formations are even more difficult to find.
Mo Hua has been searching for so long, but still found nothing.
At present, it seems that the only clue is to find Yan Jiaoxi.
Where is the strict teaching and training?
Mo Hua sighed again.
Bai Zisheng was a little surprised and asked:
“Mo Hua, are you worried?”
Mo Hua nodded, "The growth of spiritual consciousness is too slow..."
If you can't find strict teachings, you can't find the ultimate battle. Without the ultimate battle, you can't hone your spiritual consciousness. If you can't hone your spiritual consciousness, you won't be able to prove the Tao with your spiritual consciousness as Mr. Zhuang said.
Cultivation of the ultimate spiritual consciousness, the ultimate formation, and the great road.
Mo Hua’s current spiritual consciousness is still far from the standard given by Mr. Zhuang.
“How much consciousness do you have now?”
Bai Zisheng asked curiously.
He only knew that Mo Hua had strong spiritual consciousness and had a foundation-building level, but he had not asked specifically how strong it was.
He has never learned the art of ink painting, has no way of learning it, and cannot learn it.
Mo Hua muttered: "It's just twelve patterns..."
Bai Zisheng was slightly startled, "How much?"
"twelve…"
Bai Zisheng was silent.
That’s twelve lines…
This has immediately reached the limit of spiritual consciousness in the early stage of foundation building.
Generally, formation masters who have ten lines of spiritual consciousness and are in the foundation-building realm can try to learn second-level formations.
Most second-level formation masters have around eleven or twelve lines of spiritual consciousness at the beginning.
This is also the first time Bai Zisheng heard that Qi Refining monks can have twelve lines of spiritual consciousness.
And it seems that Mo Hua is still very unhappy.
Looking reluctant and unsatisfied.
You get a bargain but still behave well!
Bai Zisheng was so angry that he couldn't help scratching Mo Hua's head.
Even Bai Zixi on the side couldn't hold back, and together with Bai Zisheng, scratched Mo Hua's hair.
Ink painting is a little helpless.
But whoever allows himself to be a junior fellow student will not care about his junior senior brother or sister.
After several people returned to the cave.
Mo Hua took out a Sinan Mother Formation compass.
On this compass, there is a picture of Sinan's Mother Formation.
As for the corresponding Sinan Zi Formation, the ink painting is painted on a fine needle made of fine iron using a micro-engraving technique.
These fine needles, Mo Hua gave Bai Zisheng in advance, so that when he fights with the gray-clothed monks, he can pierce the gray-clothed monks' clothes or body without him noticing.
In this way, he can judge the position of the sub-array based on Sinan's main formation and track the whereabouts of the gray-clothed monk.
That monk in gray clothes paid for the murder of the mine cultivator, and then bought the corpse of the mine cultivator. I don’t know what he was doing.
But it won’t be a good thing anyway.
During the battle today, the **** and evil elixir he took that could transform into dead corpses and increase his strength was probably made from corpses.
Over the past few decades, countless mine repairmen have lost their lives due to this.
I don’t know how many mining repair families have been torn apart because of this.
Mining repairmen are already in a difficult situation, and it is not easy to make a living. Moreover, they have to be cared about by such crooked ways, leaving their bodies intact.
Mo Hua’s face turned cold.
So this gray monk must be killed!
But before killing him, Mo Hua also wanted to ask if he knew the whereabouts of Yan Jiaoxi.
Yan Jiaoxi disappeared in the mine.
The worst case scenario is that he is killed by Wang Lai and others, and his body is sold to the gray monk.
There is also a possibility that Yan Jiaoxi discovered something and followed the clues to investigate...
In this case, Yan Jiaoxi is likely to have an intersection with this gray-clothed monk.
In any case, the ink painting must be confirmed.
But there are no light spots on the compass of Sinan's mother formation, which also means that there is no trace of the gray-clothed monks.
"broken?"
Bai Zisheng frowned.
Mo Hua checked the formation and shook his head, "It's not broken."
"So... your Sinan needles were discovered by him?" "Even if they are discovered and the needles are thrown away or damaged, there will be some reaction on the compass."
Bai Zixi thought for a moment and said slowly:
“Because of the escape technique?”
Mo Hua was startled and then he figured it out.
The gray-clothed monk knows how to escape, and when he escapes into the earth, he will cover up the breath of the formation and affect the connection between the child and mother formations.
He did not appear on the mother formation, or he was still in the secret passage and did not come out.
Either the gray-clothed monk used his escape technique and landed on the ground somewhere.
Mo Hua thought for a moment and said:
"Hold on."
As a demon hunter, you must have enough patience when hunting prey.
This is what his father Mo Shan taught him.
Two days later, Situ Fang came over and told Mo Hua that Daotingsi had found out the identity of the monk in gray.
“This man’s name is Zhang Quan, a monk from Nanyue City. His family has been engaged in longevity materials for generations..."
“Shou Cai?” Mo Hua was slightly startled.
“That’s the coffin.”
“Oh.” Mo Hua understood.
Doing coffin business…
It matches well with the image, temperament and deeds of the monk in gray.
Situ Fang continued:
“Thirty years ago, Zhang Quan’s father and mother died, and he was the only one to take care of the birthday shop…”
“Zhang Quan’s aura is a little gloomy and he doesn’t talk to the monks in the neighborhood, but because he is in the business of dead people, everyone is not surprised.”
“Zhang Quan occasionally gambles and often goes whoring…”
“I asked several female nuns in Baihua House and learned from them that Zhang Quan often lives in a brothel, but rarely shows his true face to others.”
“The monks who know Zhang Quan don’t know that he is actually a foundation-building monk.”
Mo Hua asked: "Have you been to Zhang Quan's residence?"
Situ Fang nodded, "I've been there, the store is closed. We broke in and found that all the longevity materials inside had been burned, and some other items had also been destroyed."
“I don’t know if he did it himself or if he had accomplices helping him destroy the evidence.”
“The question now is, what exactly did he use to buy the body?”
“Was the elixir he took that day made from corpses?”
“If so, where was it made? Where is the alchemy furnace? How did you get the recipe? How did you purchase the herbs for refining the evil elixir?”
“Did he practice it himself, or was someone helping him practice it?”
“Besides, does he have any other ulterior motives...”
…
After Situ Fang finished explaining the matter, he sighed:
"Daotingsi has issued a wanted order. If we catch him, these things should be revealed."
Then she looked at the ink painting and felt a little worried:
“Be careful during these times.”
“That day at Baihualou, he tried every possible means to kill you. Now that he has fled to the dark, he might attack you..."
Mo Hua nodded, "Well, I know it well."
Situ Fang was still a little worried.
Mo Hua said: "Don't worry, I will follow my senior brothers and sisters, they will protect me."
Situ Fang felt relieved, chatted for a while, drank a few cups of tea, and left.
The ink painting looked slightly focused.
Since he has strong spiritual consciousness and is good at concealment, it is impossible for Zhang Quan to find him.
And now, he is not looking for Mo Hua, but Mo Hua is looking for him.
The young Mo Hua is the hunter, and Zhang Quan in this foundation-building period is the prey.
In the next few days, when Mo Hua had free time, he would pull out the Sinan Compass and check what was going on on it.
Three days later in the afternoon, it finally became bright on the compass.
Two light spots are bright together, while the other light spot is a little dim.
It seems that Zhang Quan found a sub-pin, so he broke it and threw it away.
As for the other two, he didn't find them, so they should still be on him.
Ink painting refreshed.
Finally the trick is revealed...
Mo Hua took out the map of Nanyue City and found that the bright spot was a remote mine outside the city.
There are many mines outside Nanyue City.
These mines belong to the Lu family, Nanyue Sect, Daotingsi, and others are occupied by other large and small families, sects or dead people.
Some of the mines are being exploited; some are not yet exploited due to various reasons;
Some mines have been exhausted and abandoned.
Zhang Quan’s hiding place is an abandoned mine.
The three people in Mo Hua, wearing cloaks and hiding their figures, left Nanyue City and arrived at the mine where Zhang Quan was hiding.
This is a small mine, dirty and messy.
Because it was abandoned, it has no popularity at all.
Instead, the mines are filled with a stale air of death.
Mo Hua’s consciousness swept away, his eyes slightly cold.
There is a lot of gloomy atmosphere in this mine.
The corpses of the mine repairmen that Zhang Quan bought may be hidden here.
(End of this chapter)