Asking About Longevity: Chapter 685 fall into dream

Chapter 685: Dreaming

 Mo Hua did not kill anyone, and the spells he used were all low-end spells, which were not fatal. Therefore, although the Wang family monks looked miserable, they were still breathing.

 In a dilapidated small courtyard.

The monks of the Wang family fell to the ground one after another, wailing incessantly, and their previous domineering expressions were gone. They did not even dare to look up at the ink paintings.

Mo Hua snorted coldly and said arrogantly:

“I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll spare your life. Next time you let me see you, I’ll use magic to cut off your hands and feet, and throw you into the river to feed the bastards!”

Mo Hua looked dandy and arrogant. The monks from the Wang family were intimidated by the power of Mo Hua and did not dare to say anything.

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he looked at Lao Yutou coldly again, his eyes were unruly, and his voice was raised a bit:

 “Lao Yutou, I have taken a liking to this fish!”

“From now on, all the fish will be kept by me. If you let me know that you sold ‘my fish’ to others..."

Mo Hua's little face smiled evilly, "...Then don't even think about having a good life in the future!"

Old Yutou was stunned for a long time, then turned his head, and quickly made a scared look, "Yes, yes, young master! I don't dare to do it anymore, Old Yutou, please don't kill me, I am a member of the family, He still expects me to earn a living by working hard..."

“Obviously we live in a high-end mansion, eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, and wear silks and satins, but we just can’t turn over the spiritual stones of poor people like us..."

 He knew that the patience of this "domineering" young master was about to run out.

“I will hire a car later, you carry the fish basket to the car, and I will take the fish away in public, otherwise the Wang family will probably come looking for you.”

 Lao Yutou's eyes were moist, and he bowed to the ink painting, "Thank you so much, young master, thank you so much..."

 Then he looked at Steward Wang with a straight face and looked at him with disdain, "What? Why don't you just get out and stay here to wait for death?"

 After saying this, he did not call anyone else, got up in a panic, and ran away like a bereaved dog.

 “Put it away,” Mo Hua reminded, “Don’t be seen by others, and don’t be robbed by others.”

This golden blade scratched his face, and it will probably hit his head next time.

　　"Even if it means dragging it, I can't afford it."

The total number of spiritual stones inside is eight thousand.

Mo Hua sighed silently.

"This will cost a lot of spiritual stones. If you delay it any longer, you will be delayed for a lifetime."

Seeing that Lao Yutou was very "cognitive", Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

 Lao Yutou held the storage bag in both hands, looking a little unbelievable, and his hands were trembling. After a while, his eyes were wet and he said:

"good…"

 He took out a few storage bags and handed them to Lao Yutou.

Steward Wang covered his face and sweat broke out on his forehead.

　Steward Wang quickly kowtowed:

 Lao Yutou looked bitter, "But I don't dare to bet..."

 Lao Yutou sighed, "There's no such thing as bullying. Buying and selling by force, I'm used to it..."

 The yard also became quiet.

“After I gave them the fish, if we asked for the account again, they would delay it, saying that the family’s management was not good and the spiritual stone could not be recycled…”

“Young Master, calm down, calm down! It’s because we are ignorant and have offended the Young Master, let’s get out of here!”

Steward Wang’s eyes were filled with resentment, and he gritted his teeth and said:

 “Please let me know...”

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said to Lao Yutou.

Mo Hua had a cold face and deep eyes, "What can I tell you? Are you worthy of it?"

 Lao Yutou suddenly came to his senses. He tied the storage bag tightly around his waist and covered it with ragged linen clothes.

When they were far away, Mo Hua went to help Lao Yutou up.

“My two grandsons, whose spiritual roots are not bad, really want to join the sect. At this age, they still need to strengthen their foundation and cultivate their talents, recruit people to trust them, and the sect also needs to cultivate..."

 “In the past, there was a practice of crediting fish first and then settling the bill.”

Mo Hua helped him up and asked:

“Does the Wang family often bully you?”

 But when he got a huge sum of money by chance, Lao Yutou was obviously not at ease. He always felt that it was not safe and felt uneasy. After thinking about it, he wrapped a strip of cloth around it and put on a layer of clothes.

 “Give me your fish.”

Mo Hua said helplessly: "I'll give you the spirit stone."

“If they default on their debt, all eight thousand spiritual stones of mine... will be wasted and I won’t be able to come back..."

With a flick of Mo Hua's finger, a golden light shot out of the air and instantly scratched Steward Wang's cheek, bringing out a stream of blood.

A cold and strange consciousness locked onto him, and Manager Wang could hardly breathe.

Ink painting is both funny and poignant.

When several other monks from the Wang family saw this, they also struggled to get up and ran away in disgrace.

“Occasionally they still default on their debts and cannot get back the spiritual stones even if they give them fish. Although this kind of thing doesn’t happen often…”

 Lao Yutou panicked and subconsciously hugged the fish basket tightly.

 Lao Yutou's eyes were numb, "They can only be like me and work hard as fishermen for the rest of their lives..."

"Um."

 Lao Yutou nodded, looked at the small but kind-hearted ink painting, and silently wiped away his tears.

 It was just that the ink painting had helped him so much, and he felt a little guilty and wanted to repay him in some way.

　　It’s just that my family was poor, and after much thought, I had nothing to repay, so I fished out a few spiritual fish from the fish tank in the corner.

These spirit fish are silvery white. Although they are not as expensive as the golden lotus and three-color carp, they are bright in color and have silver scales, so they are obviously good spirit fish.

 Lao Yutou put these fish into the fish basket of the three-color carp, and then said gratefully:

"This is a silver-scaled white fish. Although the price is far lower than that of the golden three-color carp, the meat quality is very good and the taste is not bad. I am giving it to the young master as a gift from the old man."

 “Thank you, Uncle Yu.”

Mo Hua smiled.

 Then he took a curious look at the fish tank and saw several other types of fish in the fish tank, with different postures, swimming around in the tank.

These fish look good, but they pale in comparison to the gold fish I bought and the silver-scaled fish that Old Yutou gave me.

Mo Hua nodded. Just as he looked away, he was startled and found a small fish tank next to the big fish tank.

 There seem to be some fish kept alone in the small fish tank.

The top was sealed, leaving only a slight gap. It was dark inside and nothing could be seen, except for the occasional faint flash of red.

When Old Yu Tou saw the small fish tank in the ink painting, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately smiled and said:

 “Little Master, all the fish have been put into the fish basket.”

Mo Hua pointed at the small fish tank and asked:

 “What kind of fish is in this tank?”

Old Yutou smiled and said: "They are a few red water carps. This kind of fish is afraid of light, so they are kept in a tank and must be sealed with a lid, leaving only a slight gap for ventilation."

“Chishui carp?”

Mo Hua was slightly startled. He let go of his consciousness and looked through the fish tank. He saw that there were indeed a few fish in the fish tank. The fish's breath was light red. Apart from that, there were indeed no other abnormalities.

Mo Hua nodded and asked no more questions.

 Lao Yutou went to contact people and hailed a carriage for Mo Hua.

After that, Mo Hua walked in front with his head held high, and Lao Yutou followed behind, carrying the fish basket with a frown on his face.

 It looks like Mo Hua took advantage of others' power to eat for free and robbed the old fish.

 After leaving the small fishing village and reaching the roadside, Mo Hua jumped into the carriage first.

 Lao Yutou moved the fish basket into the car. Then he saw that there was no one around, so he bowed respectfully to Mo Hua.

 “The young master is so kind and virtuous…”

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "Go back." Then he took a carriage and headed to the border of Qianxue Prefecture.

 The Dragon Crossing the River disappeared after entering the small fishing village, and did not appear again, but Mo Hua had no time to continue staring at it.

 He must go back, because the two days of ten-day break are over and there will be classes again tomorrow.

 The priorities still need to be distinguished.

 At this time, the sect’s cultivation is still important.

However, even though he lost track of him, the Dragon Crossing the River still brought him to his hiding place.

 Be patient when fishing.

Forget it this time, I will come back to catch his tail next time I take a break.

The carriage gradually went further and further away. The sparkling river beside the road and the beautiful mountains and rivers gradually completely covered the poor small fishing village.

But the scenes of poverty in the small fishing village and the bitter and numb words of the old man still linger in Mo Hua's heart.

 The mood of the ink painting is somewhat complicated.

 He looked back at the small fishing village covered by green mountains and green waters, his eyes deep.

 Perhaps this is...

 The "soil" of the evil god…

The carriage traveled all the way to Qingzhou City.

Mo Hua plans to give this golden lotus and three-color carp to Aunt Wan.

Aunt Wan often takes care of herself, treats herself to feasts and drinks, and gives herself gifts.

Mo Hua felt that he should also reciprocate the courtesy.

The road seemed peaceful, but Mo Hua discovered that there were many monks in the dark, staring at him.

With a quick glance at Mo Hua's consciousness, he knew they were members of the Wang family.

Mo Hua pretended not to notice them, but rode a carriage and entered the Gu family's gate grandly.

These losers should know by now that they really have the Gu family as their "backers", and they cannot afford to offend them.

When he arrived at Gu's house, Wen Renwan was overjoyed when he heard that Mo Hua had bought a fresh golden lotus and three-color carp as a gift for him. After seeing it with his own eyes, he was even more surprised to see that the fish was covered in gold, changing layer by layer, and its scales were like lotus flowers.

Although the Gu family is an aristocratic family and their meals are good on weekdays, rare and fresh food like this is not always available.

Even if you can get it, it will take a lot of effort.

 When he heard that Renwan immediately asked someone to stew the three-color carp, he gave it to Mo Hua and Yu'er.

 The fish and meat are delicious, the soup is as mellow as gold, and the ink painting is a joy to eat.

 In the end, more than half of the fish ended up in Mo Hua and Yu'er's stomachs.

 Afterwards, taking advantage of the darkness, Wen Renwan ordered the Gu family's carriage to take Mo Hua and Yu'er back to Taixu Gate together.

 The next day was still class and practice.

Everything should be business as usual, but Mo Hua vaguely felt that something was wrong with his consciousness. He felt very tired and occasionally lost his mind.

 Ink painting is about meditating and looking inside one's own body. It can be seen that the sea is empty and the spiritual consciousness is abundant, and there is nothing abnormal.

Mo Hua was puzzled. He thought he was running around too much and was a little tired.

 At night, the disciples were in the middle.

Mo Hua sent a message to Gu Changhuai, telling him the traces of the dragon crossing the river, the location of the water, and its disappearance in the small fishing village.

Then Mo Hua wanted Gu Changhuai to send someone to keep an eye on him, but it was best not to enter the village and just keep an eye on him from a distance, so as not to alert the snake.

Gu Changhuai agreed.

 After finishing the matter, Mo Hua learned the formation for a while.

Around midnight, Mo Hua closed the formation book. He was about to enter the sea of ​​​​consciousness and practice the few formations he had just learned on the Taoist stele, but suddenly his eyes were drowsy and he was extremely sleepy.

 A hazy but strong feeling of sleepiness came over me.

Mo Hua's eyelids were as heavy as lead. He gradually closed his eyes, lay down on the desk, and fell into a deep sleep.

 Ink Hua had a rare dream.

There was a fog in the dream. After the fog dissipated, there was a sparkling river again.

Mo Hua found that he had grown up, with a slender and strong figure. He was wearing coarse clothes, and his exposed arms were bronzed by the sun.

At this moment, he was standing on the boat, floating in the water, holding a fishing net in his hand, and there were fish in the net.

It seems like I have become...

 A fisherman who makes a living by fishing?

Mo Hua was slightly startled, but he accepted it in a daze.

Soon, he finished catching fish, and someone told him in his ear, "You are not young anymore. It's time to start a family. If your life is so hard, you should always have someone to help you..."

Mo Hua felt a little reluctant.

 In the blink of an eye, the clouds filled the air.

Mo Hua found that he had finished worshiping, and there was a woman standing opposite, wearing a red hijab, which felt familiar yet strange.

 The bride?

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then lifted his hijab and discovered that the bride was actually his junior sister!

The little senior sister had a calm expression and her cheeks were as red as the bright morning glow on the horizon.

Mo Hua couldn't help but smile stupidly.

 But before he could finish laughing, he found himself dead.

 Died while fishing on the river.

 A big wave hit, the boat sank, and he was bitten to death by a water monster.

The young senior sister, who had always been cold and cold, hugged his body and burst into tears.

 Before Mo Hua had time to feel sad, he found that he was alive again.

 This time, the young senior sister and my childhood sweetheart.

 The young master of the Wang family fell in love with the beautiful little senior sister and wanted to **** her away.

I got angry and beat up all the monks in the Wang family, but I beat the younger ones. When the older ones came, I couldn't beat them, so I had to elope with the younger sister.

It was a stormy night.

Hold the little senior sister's hand tightly, and fled along the Yanshui River.

 But in the end, he still could not escape the pursuit and was forced into a desperate situation. In despair, he embraced his little senior sister and drowned himself in the river...

 After that, the scene changed, and suddenly it was another life.

 I and my little senior sister already have a child, but life is very hard, and the little senior sister’s fair and beautiful face is already a little haggard.

  She has been criticizing herself and complaining about being poor so that she can earn more spiritual stones to support her family.

　　But despite complaining, she still sewed clothes for herself and cooked for her children without leaving.

 Finally, there were heavy winds and heavy rain, making it impossible to fish.

 The whole family was starving to death.

Before she died, the young senior sister lay beside her, holding her hand tightly, her eyes filled with both sadness and tenderness...

Mo Hua felt a sharp pain in his heart, so painful that he could hardly breathe.

 Suddenly, it seemed like someone was murmuring a prayer in my ear:

 “My life is too miserable and I can’t live any longer…”

 “Save us…”

 “Please…”

 “Please…”

“The Lord River God in charge of the Yanshui River…”

 River "god"? !

As soon as these two words hit his ears, Mo Hua suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but his eyes became cold.

“You dare to enter my dream?”

 The spiritual consciousness of the ink painting instantly sinks into the sea of ​​consciousness and meditates quietly.

At the same time, streaks of light golden blood emerged from the body and converged in the eyes.

 Ink Hua’s eyes glowed with a sacred and majestic golden light.

 Under God's "sight", the empty sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became a little clearer.

With golden light in his eyes, Mo Hua stared at it and found that in the corner of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, at some point, there were small, **** red fish.

There is also a blood-colored fish demon among them, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, fierce eyes, fins turned into feet, and a blood-colored fish demon that walks upright.

When the fish demon saw the ink painting, his eyes were fierce and he laughed wildly.

Halfway through being ridiculous, I noticed the thick golden light on the ink painting, and couldn't help but look horrified.

The ink picture showed no expression. He just stretched out his hand and pinched its neck. With a little force, a golden light flashed between his palms, and he directly squeezed the **** fish demon to death.

 After the fish demon died, it turned into a pool of **** river water that smelled like fish.

From the ink paintings, you can feel a trace of the aura of the evil gods.

 It is like the consciousness that has been assimilated by the evil god.

It’s just that there is no divine marrow, and the amount of spiritual consciousness itself is too small, so it can’t be eaten at all.

With a finger of Mo Hua's hand, he formed an earth fire formation to incinerate all the blood-colored river water and some remaining small blood-colored fish, leaving no trace.

 After clearing away the evil spirits, Mo Hua exited the sea of ​​consciousness.

 In the real world, the ink painting opened his eyes, but frowned tightly.

 This is...the evil god's method?

 Exactly when did you get tricked?

 (End of this chapter)