Asking About Longevity Chapter 216

Chapter 216 Ancestor

“Monks are not allowed to enter the Taoist Prison at will. Ordinary monks, it is best not to enter it for the rest of their lives. It is not a good place.”

Mo Hua nodded, feeling that what Zhang Lan said made sense.

He wants to be a good monk who "obeys the law". He shouldn't enter a place like Taoist Hell if he can't help it.

 There are many formations inside and outside Daotingsi.

These formations are relatively obscure and of high quality. Some of them can be seen in the ink paintings, but some cannot.

 I didn't dare to look too carefully at the ink paintings.

 After all, this is Daotingsi. If you see some formations that you shouldn't see, it will be troublesome.

 Zhang Lan brought the ink painting to Chief Zhou and bowed respectfully.

Mo Hua also saluted, then secretly raised his head and looked at Chief Zhou.

 Zhou Zhangsi is very old, with gray hair, a slightly stooped figure, and a kind face, but he still has the dignity of a superior when he looks around.

 Zhang Si looked at the ink painting, nodded, and couldn't help but praise it a few times.

Mo Hua also politely complimented Chief Zhou a few times, picking up what Zhang Lan had told him and applying what he learned now, such as "stable rule", "high achievements through hard work", "outstanding achievements" and so on.

 The smile on Chief Zhou's face really got bigger.

He looked at Zhang Lan and said, "This kid is really smart."

 Zhang Lan smiled, with mixed emotions:

“Aren't you smart? I told him all these flattering words, and he used them all in the blink of an eye...”

 Zhou Zhangsi asked about the formation again.

Mo Hua answered truthfully.

However, Chief Zhou himself is not proficient in formations, and he only asks questions that seem to be profound, but are actually quite simple. Mo Hua answered easily.

 Zhang Si was even more satisfied, looking at the ink paintings with admiration.

 That's enough. It's just a casual greeting, and there's nothing else to talk about in depth.

 Zhou Zhangsi was in charge of the Daoting Division of Tongxian City and was busy with affairs, so Mo Hua saluted and said goodbye to Zhang Lan.

Before leaving, Chief Zhou called to stop the ink painting and said:

“I've said hello to the Qian family, don't take it to heart, just learn the formation.”

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir!"

Chief Zhou stroked his long beard and nodded happily.

 What he wants to hear is this "thank you".

 The Qian family.

 In the cave of the ancestor of the Qian family, Qian Hong looked in disbelief.

The ancestor just told him to be careful in his words and deeds and not to make things difficult for the little formation master named Mo Hua.

Qian Hong said quickly: "Old Ancestor, Mo Hua is already a first-grade formation master at a young age. If we leave him alone, over time, our Qian family may no longer have a foothold in Tongxian City."

The ancestor of the Qian family is in the middle stage of foundation building, but he is already old, his energy is gradually weakening, and his cultivation is gradually declining. Unless something big happens, he will not interfere with family affairs.

His cloudy eyes looked at Qian Hong and said slowly: "You should have started earlier. You, together with a few foundation-building elders, killed that kid as fast as lightning. Now, it's too late..."

The ancestor of the Qian family had a weak breath, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was intermittent.

Qian Hong said respectfully: "My grandson wants to act cautiously and doesn't want to be too rash and leave any clues."

 The ancestor of the Qian family looked at him carefully and said nothing.

Qian Hong felt the pressure and had no choice but to say: "The elders in the clan have selfish motives and may not listen to the orders of their grandchildren."

The ancestor of the Qian family looked disappointed: "You are the head of the family, and they don't listen to your orders. Who do you blame?"

These words are quite serious, implying that Qian Hong is incompetent and unable to convince the public.

Qian Hong did not dare to refute, and bowed his head respectfully, "The ancestor taught me that."

"You..." the ancestor of the Qian family coughed, "you are cruel, but not cruel enough, selfish, but not selfish enough, you can endure it, but you can't endure it to the end."

The ancestor of the Qian family sighed, "I have everything, but everything is a little bit worse."

Qian Hong quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Please, ancestor, give your grandson another chance. My grandson will definitely cut through the mess quickly and kill that little formation master!"

"You can't kill me anymore..." The ancestor of the Qian family said slowly, "Even if you kill him, it won't be any better than not killing him."

Qian Hong didn't understand, “Please tell me, ancestor.”

“Go back and count for yourself how many people you will offend if you kill that little formation master.”

The ancestor of the Qian family gradually closed his cloudy eyes, "Go and think about it yourself."

Qian Hong kowtowed and retreated respectfully.

 In the large and empty cave, only the ancestor of the Qian family was left.

He looked down at his hands, which were as dry as firewood. There were brown gray spots on the backs of his hands, as well as the occasional peeling off rotten skin. His eyes were numb.

 “Am I going to die soon…”

The ancestor of the Qian family murmured, his voice extremely hoarse.

 After saying that, he started coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough out his heart and lungs.

 Mr. Qian hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his arms, tremblingly poured out a pill, put it into his mouth carefully and closed his eyes to refine the potency.

 The medicine takes effect and the cough is relieved.

 The ancestor of the Qian family slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with blood.

 “But…I don't want to die yet…”

 After Qian Hong left the ancestor's cave, he immediately asked people to find out who it was and what he said to the ancestor.

 At night, someone reported to him:

"It's the old head of the Daoting Division. He paid a special visit to the ancestor and seemed to ask the Qian family not to embarrass the little formation master."

Qian Hong frowned, "Without any relationship or reason, why would the old boss speak for that little formation master?"

 He recalled what his ancestor said again, "If we kill that little formation master, how many people will be offended..."

Qian Hong sorted out the people Mo Hua knew, sent people to inquire around, and got a piece of paper.

Qian Hong took one look and sat slumped on the chair.

how so?

The huge number of characters on the paper gave Qian Hong a headache:

The old head of Daotingsi wanted to protect the ink paintings. Zhang Lan, the director of Daotingsi, was familiar with ink paintings, and behind Zhang Diansi was the Zhang family.

 Among the demon hunters, it goes without saying that Elder Yu protects the weak.

Regardless of their level of realm, most of the other demon hunters had received kindness from that kid and were willing to protect him.

Most of the weapon refiners and alchemists in casual cultivation also know Mo Hua.

 Especially Mr. Feng, who is very popular and has a lot of friends. He grew up watching ink paintings.

 The young master of the An family is friends with Mo Hua. Mr. An doesn't have any dealings with the Qian family, so he will naturally side with Mo Hua when encountering problems. Besides, Mo Hua is still a first-grade formation master, so Mr. An has no reason not to help.

Among the formation masters in Tongxian City, Master Luo, a first-grade formation master, once issued a message that no formation master in the city could embarrass Mo Hua.

 Even in the Qian family, Master Qian did not want to deal with ink paintings.

The three people from the Bai family, a wealthy family from out of town, who came here to visit, especially the brother and sister, seemed to have a good relationship with Mo Hua. Someone saw them shopping together during the Monster Hunting Festival...

 Qian Hong couldn't help but feel his scalp numb as he counted these relationships one by one.

Mo Hua is just a teenage boy, how on earth did he know so many monks?

If he really killed Mo Hua, wouldn't he have set a huge trap in an instant?

 Qian Hong was shocked and frightened.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.

Logically speaking, the Qian family is the real local snake in Tongxian City.

But now, if the Qian family is a local coward, then Mo Hua is a real "local leader".

 In this case, how could he start? How dare you take action?

 How did things develop to this point?

Qian Hong had a splitting headache. He breathed a sigh of relief after a while. He rubbed his forehead. Even though he was unwilling to accept it, he could only say helplessly:

“Now that the situation has come to an end, we have to take a long-term approach and be patient for now…”

He didn't want to let Mo Hua go, but now, he had no choice but to endure it.

Just be patient, as long as you are patient, there will always be a chance...

 (End of this chapter)

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