Asking About Longevity Chapter 302

Chapter 302 Progress

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and could only sigh.

 His current cultivation level is low and his attainments in formations are limited. Even if Mr. Zhuang is in trouble, he cannot help him if he wants to.

“It's better to practice hard and learn formations. If you succeed in practicing Taoism in the future, you can repay your kindness for preaching and receiving karma.”

 Mo Hua nodded and saw that the time had come, so he sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, and with the help of the Dao stele, he began to practice the counter-spirit formation meticulously.

The days passed peacefully, and I practiced ink painting as usual, drawing formations.

In addition, Mo Hua is also very concerned about the affairs of Heishanzhai, but he doesn't know what is going on with Tingsi.

At noon a few days later, Mo Hua visited Mr. Feng and got some daily pills. On his way home, he met Zhang Lan.

Mo Hua quickly greeted Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was walking with his head bent when he heard a child's voice calling "Uncle Zhang". He knew it was ink painting without even thinking about it.

Mo Hua walked up to Zhang Lan, lowered his voice and asked secretly: "How is it?"

 Ink painting refers to Taoist soldiers.

The matter involved confidentiality, and Mo Hua was very careful not to reveal it.

Zhang Lan looked around and said, "There are many people here, so go to the restaurant and talk."

The two of them arrived at the restaurant and sat down at their usual seats. Jiang Yun served some food and wine.

Zhang Lan saw that he was surrounded by regular customers, most of whom were demon hunters. They were enjoying themselves while changing cups and drinking. He didn't notice them in this corner, so he whispered to Mo Hua:

"I told the boss the details, and the boss has already written a letter and reported it to the Taoist court. Now we just need to wait for the Taoist court's approval. If the Taoist court agrees, it won't be long before Taoist soldiers will be dispatched to destroy the Black Mountain Stronghold. "

 “Will it take a long time?”

“If Daoting agrees, it won't take long.”

“What if Daoting disagrees?” Mo Hua asked.

 Zhang Lan took a sip of wine and thought:

"If what you see is true, there are five to six hundred evil cultivators in Black Mountain Stronghold, and they are still killing people and refining human elixirs. The Taoist court cannot let the evil cultivators do whatever they want, and they will definitely send Taoist soldiers. Don't worry."

Mo Hua nodded, obviously relieved.

Zhang Lan glanced at the ink painting and sighed in his heart.

In fact, this matter is not that simple. The most difficult part is how to prove that there is indeed such a cottage deep in the mountains. There are really five to six hundred evil cultivators in the cottage, and these evil cultivators are really practicing. Make life elixir.

 At present, these are just one-sided remarks about ink paintings.

 The only evidence is just two pictures drawn by Mo Hua, one is the guide map of Wulin, and the other is the situation map of Heishan Village.

 Other than this, there is no other witness or material evidence.

 They believed in ink paintings, but Daoting would not believe a teenage monk.

Moreover, the ink painting has no final grade, and the identity of a first-grade formation master is not used.

 It's not easy to do things in Chief Zhou's place.

He is already very old, and he will be able to retire safely before his eyes, take care of his old age, and finish well in his position as head of the company.

Now that something like Black Mountain Stronghold has happened, he is in a bit of a dilemma.

From what I reported to the court, if the information on Mo Hua is wrong, there is no such village in the mountains, or the village is not an evil cultivator, then the old boss will be more guilty.

After Daoting is held accountable, although he won't be imprisoned, the chief executive will definitely be unable to do anything.

If the report is not reported and the evil cultivators are allowed to occupy the deep mountains and grow further, then the entire monks in Tongxian City may one day encounter a catastrophic disaster.

 Whether to be safe and secure and seek a happy ending for oneself, or to brave the risks and seek peace for Tongxian City.

 It's really not easy to choose.

However, in the end, Chief Zhou still chose to report the incident in Heishan Village to Daoting.

 Zhang Lan still remembers what Chief Zhou said:

"I have been a headmaster for most of my life, and I have been quite obedient and have not made any achievements. Later, the casual cultivators worked on their own and established a weapon refining business and an alchemy refining business. Instead, I received favors and achieved merits. To be honest, I feel guilty... "

"Now there are dangers lurking in Tongxian City. I am the head of Tongxian City. I will be prosperous and suffer losses. Naturally, I cannot protect myself wisely and stand aside."

"The worst-case scenario is that we will be held accountable by the imperial court, dismissed from our posts, and live a leisurely life." "The annihilation report of Heishanzhai must be reported to the imperial court!"

 Zhang Si's expression was very firm.

 Zhang Lan knew, however, that there was a huge difference in reputation and treatment between being dismissed by the Taoist court and resigning with a clean start. Chief Zhou would not be as relaxed as he said.

Zhang Lan looked at the ink painting with his head bent on eating meat again, and secretly guessed in his heart.

The headmaster probably made this decision for the sake of the child Mo Hua.

If it had been anyone else, even if they had found out this information, their Dao Tingsi would not believe it, and it would be even less likely that Chief Zhou would take the risk of dismissal and write to Dao Ting...

Mo Hua was eating when he looked up and found Zhang Lan looking at him. He couldn't help but ask:

 “Uncle Zhang, don't you want to eat?”

 Zhang Lan came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'll drink some wine."

Mo Hua took a piece of meat to Zhang Lan and said, "Uncle Zhang, eat more!"

Zhang Lan looked quite haggard, probably because he was busy running back and forth about Black Village, so he was a little tired and thinner.

 Zhang Lan was slightly startled and felt a little moved.

Mo Hua then said: "Uncle Zhang, you look more serious now, and you look a bit like a Taoist official."

 Zhang Lan's face darkened again, and the emotion he had felt just now disappeared:

"What does it mean to look more serious now? I was originally a serious monk, not only now, but always, an upright and serious monk!"

 “Hmm,” Mo Hua said perfunctorily while eating beef.

Zhang Lan was a little angry and suddenly unsure, so he asked Mo Hua:

 “What did I look like before?”

Mo Hua recalled the first time he saw Zhang Lan and tried his best to describe it:

 “A bit like a **** who is not doing his job properly and is idle...”

After speaking, he was afraid that Zhang Lan would be unhappy, so he emphasized: "Just a little bit."

 Zhang Lan was speechless.

Where is it that he is not doing his job properly and is idle?

 I came here to drink before, after work, to "feel the mood of the monks and the people." How can it be regarded as idleness?

A little bit more. If I were really a dandy, would I miss you even a little bit...

 Zhang Lan took a sip of wine.

Mo Hua rolled his eyes and asked again: "Uncle Zhang, what is your family like?"

He shouldn't be as lazy as he is now...

"In the clan?" Zhang Lan thought for a moment and said, "That is, Yushu Linfeng, charming and unrestrained, is popular among thousands of women, and many young female cultivators are vying to be my Taoist companion..."

Mo Hua whispered: "Uncle Zhang, just lie to others, we are so familiar, there is no need to be so outspoken..."

Zhang Lan took a sip of wine and couldn't help but said: "Who lied to me?"

Mo Hua looked at him silently.

 Zhang Lan sighed, "I won't eat with you next time, otherwise I won't be full and you will be full of anger."

Mo Hua gave him another piece of meat with chopsticks and said, "Uncle Zhang, eat it quickly, or you will get full later and you won't be able to eat anymore."

When Zhang Lan heard this, he was angry and funny, and shook his head, "You kid..."

The two of them were chatting and eating.

 After arguing with Mo Hua for a while, Zhang Lan felt better and not so tired.

These days, because of the affairs in Black Mountain Stronghold, he has indeed been running around a lot and worrying a lot. There are not many monks in Tongxian City who can chat with him like this.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Lan was about to get up and leave, but Mo Hua stopped him and asked:

“What if the Taoist court really sends Taoist soldiers here, can I go and have a look?”

Mo Hua's eyes were shining. He had long wanted to see what the Taoist soldiers in the monastic world looked like.

 Zhang Lan thought for a moment and shook his head, "No."

 (End of this chapter)

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