Asking About Longevity Chapter 514

Chapter 514 Benefit

 In Nanyue City.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said helplessly:

 “This child makes such a big fuss every time, it really doesn't make people worry...”

The old man glanced at him and said, "You look very proud..."

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but smile, "It's not bad."

 You are my disciple after all!

The old man was speechless, then frowned and said:

“The evildoers kneel down...the cause and effect of contamination is huge..."

But Yang Jishan also knew it in his heart.

Yang Jishan was shocked, but he couldn't hold it back and asked in a low voice:

 “Don't you want to keep it?”

 The ink painting is a bit incomprehensible, "What else?"

 The next thing will proceed according to Mo Hua's plan.

Yang Jishan hesitated when he heard this.

 Some of them really understand the difficulties of the casual cultivators in Nanyue City and want to do something good.

 Thinking again, thousands of zombies today are still controlled by ink paintings...

 His head was in great pain.

Yang Jishan has connections with the Dao Bingsi, and the other monks are also the disciples of Daozhou, Qianzhou, Kunzhou and other aristocratic families and sects.

 Think of the mastermind behind the evil.

Mo Hua had already considered these things before, but the actual confiscation of the house still had to rely on Yang Jishan and his Taoist soldiers.

Yang Jishan took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and bowed solemnly to the ink painting.

 He controlled the zombies to return to their nests, which consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Now that he calmed down, he realized that he was hungry.

 “My senior brother arranged a trick to make the Corpse King a Taoist evil. There are two conditions.”

This amount of spiritual stones is too much, and it was impossible to keep it originally.

"The corpse cultivators who practice corpse skills and refine zombies will bear the brunt of the attack and will be arrested and questioned. If there is resistance, they will be killed without mercy."

“I want them to bring another blessing to their living relatives, friends, and future generations before they truly die…”

 The material resources for building the mine came from the Daoting Division of Nanyue City.

Yang Jishan pretended to be calm, but his heart was in his throat.

“The monks who shield the corpse cultivator, condone the corpse refining, and assist the corpse cultivator are guilty of the same crime as the corpse cultivator…”

"They have a very hard life. They are short on spiritual resources and live a hard life. After death, they will be turned into zombies to help the evil tyrants and die in peace."

 The wool ultimately comes from the sheep.

 I just don't know what kind of death it will be.

 Other iron corpses and walking corpses will naturally be burned.

"yes."

 Ink painting is the master of the corpse king.

 Above the graveyard.

“Second, if the matter is revealed and the corpse king is allowed to devour the master, it will immediately turn into evil.”

“The ones who suffered the most from this wave of corpses were actually the mining repairmen in Nanyue City.”

Life, death, misfortune, blessings, all depend on his thoughts.

These spiritual stone properties were originally exploited layer by layer from the mining cultivators. Now they are just returned to the original owners and used again on the mining cultivators.

 His mood became tense again.

 Generally speaking, after saying "but", there must be nothing good...

Reminds me of the shocking scene on the graveyard where the Corpse King knelt down.

 “Uncle Yang, is something wrong?”

“It can't eat the ink paintings, so it can't eat the master.”

 After a moment, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice:

 “This child's spiritual consciousness has reached the peak of the Thirteen Lines.”

"So Lu Chengyun can't be completely regarded as the master of the Corpse King from the beginning to the end. The master of the Corpse King has always been Mo Hua."

The number of spirit stones confiscated was extremely large, with millions of spirit stones in it. Yang Jishan, who was born in a wealthy family, was quite shocked and couldn't help but sigh:

“After this wave of corpses, a large area of ​​the mine collapsed. The formations inside the mines were damaged, the corpse energy was deep, evil and filthy were breeding, and they could no longer be used.”

“Is it about those zombies?” Mo Hua asked again.

“Most of these walking corpses were mine repairmen in Nanyue City when they were alive…”

"These things cannot be done by monks in the Qi refining stage, and their lives will be in danger."

“I have the material resources, but the manpower is limited.”

Yang Jishan is not polite.

With their endorsement, it will be much easier to implement this matter.

At this moment, Mo Hua asked: "Uncle Yang, how does the Taoist general deal with this kind of corpse disaster?"

 The last group of people saw that everyone agreed and thought they had to be gregarious, so they agreed...

This mine is a mountain of corpses through and through.

“As for how to use this kind of heaven-defying cause and effect, he will have to learn it later.”

 Different from the ink paintings, Yang Jishan did not dare to sleep at all.

 Thinking of ink paintings that seem simple but cannot be seen through at all.

Yang Jishan was a little uneasy, nodded slightly and said:

"Yes…"

 Besides this, there is the Lu family.

He controlled the corpse for a night, and his mental energy was a little exhausted, and he was also a little tired. At this time, the matter was resolved, and he had a full sleep.

 Despite the differences in people's hearts and the complexity of the situation, a consensus has been reached.

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he also felt a little emotional:

“However, even though it is a coincidence, it is still a bit... too outrageous to make Dao Ni kneel down..."

There are still some who are reluctant in their hearts, but they can't forget the scene where Mo Hua made the Corpse King kneel down. They are afraid of Mo Hua and dare not disobey.

Yang Jishan also strictly ordered that no monks were allowed to enter the mines without permission.

 This may be the most meaningful thing they have done since becoming zombies.

 In the dream, there is the terrifying corpse king, the ferocious tide of corpses, and the struggle and bitter battle between life and death.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, raised his head, looked across the mountains and rivers into the distance, and said calmly:

 “Go where you need to go…”

Yang Jishan's heart "thumped" again.

Under the big tree, Mo Hua and his younger senior brother and younger sister often get together to practice, meditate, learn formations, or chat and play, scenes emerge one by one...

Yang Jishan opened his mouth and was so moved that he almost cried.

“Hmm.” Mo Hua nodded, “Build a mine…”

Mr. Zhuang said displeasedly: "I'm not a magician, I can figure out everything..."

　　Everyone tensed up.

Yang Jishan felt bitter in his heart, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Mr. Zhuang's expression was a little reluctant and a little melancholy.

They are so rich, which means how poor the casual cultivators in Nanyue City have been over the years...

 After collecting them all, it is estimated to be a large amount of spiritual stones.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at Mr. Puppet again, and then said:

“Second, even if it is an evil act, it doesn't matter.”

 These zombies are to be burned.

 They seemed to have had a nightmare.

 What a child who understands righteousness!

 Ink painting simply laid out the formation.

 “What are you going to do next?”

His aura is restrained, and he looks like an ordinary, cute little monk.

All the monks were a little stunned.

Yang Jishan told Mo Hua in detail.

 The construction of new large-scale mines requires manpower and material resources.

Mo Hua also returned to the cave with his senior brothers and sisters.

Tao soldiers raiding homes are also familiar with the road.

Mo Hua said: "I want to control these zombies and build a mine."

 The big tree in the courtyard that protects from the wind and rain sways in the wind, and leaves fall one after another.

Mr. Zhuang nodded, feeling a little relieved, but also a little surprised:

“So, this Corpse King can only be regarded as half a Dao Evil, or in other words, it is a Dao Evil fetus that has not transformed into a Dao Evil body.”

 This is a large-scale corpse disaster. Correspondingly, the scale and number of corpse-burning arrays required are not small.

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "The grudges from the past must be settled."

Not only grateful to the life of Yu Mo painting, but also because of the horror of Yu Mo's sign to order the corpse.

 “But…” Mo Hua said again.

 Take it from the people and use it for the people.

As soon as he lay down, he thought of the terrifying Taoist evil, the powerful corpse king, the ferocious group of corpses, the broken sunset spear, and the Taoist soldiers and monks who died at the mouths of zombies.

“Let the casual cultivators in Nanyue City have a stable place to make a living without having to risk their lives in fear. They will not be killed in the mines due to accidents, leaving orphans and widows alone and helpless..."

 The corpse king knelt down and the corpses worshiped him.

Now the zombies in Nanyue City all move based on his thoughts.

The Daoting will find a way to confiscate it, and then snap it up layer by layer, so that the monks from all sides who handle it will have their mouths full of oil.

 It's like returning home after a busy day of mine repairs at sunset.

 194.88.251.172

Yang Jishan felt uneasy.

 But they knew that this was not a dream.

The poorer the casual cultivators in Nanyue City are, the richer they are.

Yang Jishan's face was pale, his breath was weak, and his eye circles were still dark.

“But evil cannot defeat good, and Lingshu's evil array cannot overwhelm Lingshu's absolute array.”

 To burn zombies, you need to use the corpse burning array.

The iron corpse is a bodyguard, standing in front of Mo Hua.

 But this matter is too big.

“Just doing this will require a lot of material and manpower.”

Yang Jishan nodded, finally biting the bullet and asked nervously: "What are you going to do?"

 But it was made by his mother, and he was reluctant to eat it, so he always saved it.

They still clearly remember that under the **** night, the corpse air covered the sky, the corpse king's terrifying roar, and the twisted, terrifying aura of evil.

 Form corpse soldiers, what a powerful fighting force this is!

 He was afraid that Mo Hua would make excessive demands.

The ink painting is just the opposite. After a good sleep, he looks energetic, his eyes are shining, and even his cheeks are round.

The tens of thousands of walking corpses lined up in a line, walking steadily and step by step, walking deeper into the mine...

Especially the head of Nanyue City, I don't know how many bribes he has accepted from the Lu family.

“Mo Hua made this kid kneel down based on his ability.”

 The Corpse King is the scourge of evil. He has three masters and has a record of devouring his masters. Although the final master is himself, Mo Hua does not intend to keep him.

Yang Jishan was stunned, thinking for a moment, and then slowly said:

“Daoting deals with corpse disasters and usually hunts down the culprits.”

 The corpses were placed and some Taoist soldiers were left to guard them. The other monks temporarily returned to the city to rest.

 Zombies are “human” forces.

 There was some dried meat in his storage bag.

 He couldn't help but look at the ink painting, and saw that his eyes were as clear as water, crystal clear.

“So I want to build a new larger mine, connect several mines, build a more complete formation, strengthen the mountain, remove corpse energy, cleanse evil and filth, and try to increase the output of the mine...”

“Yeah, it's much faster than I thought…”

 Don't worry about the ink painting.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and corrected:

“First of all, this is not a sin...”

 The confiscated family property was used to build mines.

The Nanyue City Daoting Department is extremely corrupt from top to bottom.

 In the courtyard, there are lush vegetation and clear water.

Mo Hua took a second look and secretly learned from it...

After hearing this, Mo Hua pondered: "In other words, these zombies must be burned, right?"

But there are too many zombies in Nanyue City.

“In addition, all evil weapons and formations used to refine corpses will be destroyed.”

 Manpower has been solved.

 But Mo Hua seemed to be fine.

The old man frowned, "Do you really want to go?"

Until dawn, the morning sun rises, the sky is filled with morning glow, and the bright glow shines on the peaks outside Nanyue City.

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "They are all harmful things. What should I keep them for? And if I keep them, they will do great harm. The Corpse King can easily lose control, so it is natural to burn them. Once the evil has been eradicated, it will be over..."

 It took one night.

Moreover, there is still a corpse king sleeping in the mountain.

 “Mine?” Yang Jishan frowned.

"If they are captured alive, they will all be thrown into Dao Prison and sentenced according to the crime. The lightest sentence is to be exiled to the Southern Wilderness and used as cannon fodder for war. In addition, most of them are executed, but the method of death is different."

 Then he looked at the yard again.

 Also remember.

“This Lu Chengyun, no, this Lu family, is so rich?”

 One corpse king, dozens of iron corpses, and tens of thousands of walking corpses.

“For ink painting, this is actually an opportunity…”

 It can not only burn the zombie body, but also burn away the corpse poison without leaving any traces.

I have seen the formation in Mo Hua, and it is indeed ingeniously conceived. It uses both fire and earth to cover the water, and uses fire to convert poison. It is indeed very practical.

Mo Hua woke up and found that Yang Jishan had been waiting for him outside for a long time.

“Without mining, the casual cultivators in Nanyue City will have no livelihood.”

 He just needs to find a way to build a large mine.

 The golden sunlight shines on him through the big trees.

 Or simply, he has self-respect as a "corpse", goes astray, and becomes a complete little devil.

Of course, the head of Nanyue City has already been dismissed from his post and imprisoned. After being convicted and sentenced, he will definitely not survive.

Yang Jishan was startled, "Burn it?"

Mo Hua asked curiously when he saw Yang Jishan.

This formation is said to be the formation power of Daoting, specially designed to eliminate corpses.

“If they leave like this, they won't be able to survive.”

 There is no wealth without reason in this world.

 The richer they are, the poorer the casual cultivators become.

Now I wake up from the dream, the sun rises as usual, and everything has disappeared.

"The more serious the crime, the slower and more painful the death." "Except for corpse repair, all zombies will be burned."

 How can it be okay!

“There may also be their parents, relatives, or close friends in the city.”

The matter is related to evildoing, and it has been revealed, and there are many family forces involved. In full view of the public, no one dares to take advantage of it.

 Otherwise it will be a disaster sooner or later.

 Other than that, it's material resources.

 The Lu family was ransacked.

 “I have something to do, and I want these zombies to do it.” Mo Hua said.

 He previously thought that ink painting would be selfish, so he was uneasy. It turned out that he was too small.

Yang Jishan was shocked.

 The Corpse King lowered his head and followed behind Mo Hua.

 So in order to quell the disaster, Yang Jishan made the final decision.

 The old man looked at him silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

“Because zombies are immortal and carry corpse poison. Once they are contaminated with blood and the corpse energy changes, they will still rise up to kill and eat people. The spread of corpse poison will also be extremely harmful..."

The old man said silently: "You didn't figure it out?"

"Uncle Yang, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry..."

At the same time, he is like an enigmatic little devil.

Everyone didn't know what expression to show for a moment...

Some people simply want to sell their favors for the sake of the ink paintings.

 “But the walking dead can.”

 They looked at the ink paintings with lingering fear.

Yang Jishan felt a little cold in his heart, but he still asked in a deep voice:

"What's up?"

Under the control of Mo Hua, all zombies, including the Zombie King and the Iron Corpse, temporarily returned to the mine and inhabited the depths of the mine.

 But these are all the responsibility of Daoting.

"I understand." Mo Hua nodded, "Then let's do it."

“First, Nanyue City will refining zombies for another hundred years, slowly committing murderous crimes, and slowly awakening the corpse king from the filthy air of corpses and the resentment of death.”

Mo Hua thought for a while and said nothing.

Yang Jishan was a little unbelievable, "Are the iron corpses and the corpse king all burned?"

 The zombies returned to the mountain, and order was maintained. This scene lasted all night.

This incredible scene was inexplicably shocking, and it was clearly imprinted in their consciousness, and they could not forget it even if they wanted to.

 In the midst of the bloodshed and cruelty, there is a certain tranquility and serenity.

“Because when a new mine is built and connected to the mine, it is inevitable to encounter monsters in the mountains, or to absorb the filth and filth deep in the mine. It is also very dangerous in itself.”

 “This journey is coming to an end...”

 This move was also approved by Yang Jishan and supported by all the Taoist monks present.

It seemed as if everything that happened before was not done by him and had nothing to do with him. He even asked Yang Jishan:

“Since kneeling down, it means surrender. This mark will be engraved in the cause and effect and cannot be changed.”

Such a terrifying corpse king was finally suppressed, half-kneeling, and surrendered in front of a young monk.

Mo Hua stood with his hands behind his back and began to command the zombies to temporarily return to the mine and sleep in the mine.

“There is also this boss who actually spent nearly a million dollars on ink...”

 My head is also a mess.

This spiritual stone was finally left in Nanyue City.

With both manpower and material resources available, Mo Hua also began to formally build a new large mine that connected several mines.

　　Thank you to PYHuang and ChanSO for the tip~

 (End of this chapter)

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