Asking About Longevity Chapter 520

Chapter 520 Fairy Boy

“One who does not peep, who is not allowed to peep.”

 The skinny old man recalled what his master had said to him back then.

 Don't peep…

 He thought of Mr. Zhuang again and the fog.

The layer of fog Mr. Zhuang has laid may not only be keeping secrets, but also protecting all those who dare to pry into the cause and effect of the young Mr. Zhuang.

 Because there is great danger hidden in the cause and effect.

It's just that he couldn't figure out why a little formation master in his teens could be infected with such a serious and cruel cause and effect?

In the end what happened?

 The skinny old man frowned, thinking hard.

“That's all, that's all, ignorance is bliss... Knowing such a dangerous thing is not a good thing..."

 The skinny old man sighed with lingering fear.

 Everything about ink painting gradually became blurry in his mind.

He only remembered that under the blood, among the tide of corpses, there was a small, motionless figure.

Master Yun can't remember clearly either.

 He remembered the Lingshu Formation and that he had made a friend who was a small formation master.

But who this man was, he was hazy and couldn't remember.

Only a clear smiling face remains in the memory...

On the other side, Yang Jishan, the commander of the Taoist soldiers, was writing to the Taoist court.

 He wanted to show his merit for ink painting.

In this battle of the Corpse Mine, he suppressed the tide of corpses, subdued the Corpse King, killed Lu Chengyun, quelled the corpse problem, and improved the livelihood of the monks in Nanyue City. This little gentleman, Mo Hua, made the greatest contribution.

 But as I write, everything suddenly becomes blurry again.

Yang Jishan wanted to write the word "ink painting", but as soon as he started writing, he was stunned.

 The words "ink painting" were obscured by the fog.

He couldn't remember the name of that young gentleman.

"what happened?"

Yang Jishan was shocked.

 How come I forgot his name?

Soon, he discovered that not only the name, but also the appearance and voice of this young gentleman gradually became unreal.

There is also the matter of corpse mines, which is also intermittent.

 What happened in the corpse mine and on the graveyard?

Yang Jishan frowned.

 He only remembered two pictures in his mind:

 One picture shows the corpse king looking up to the sky and roaring in the **** sky, with thousands of corpses worshiping him.

 In the other picture, in the midst of the blazing flames, the Corpse King roared unwillingly and turned into ashes.

 What exactly happened here.

Yang Jishan completely forgot about it.

How on earth was such a powerful and ferocious corpse king killed, and how was it reduced to ashes?

Yang Jishan couldn't remember it.

 In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, I only vaguely remember that there is a small figure that changes the color of the world and makes thousands of corpses surrender...

“Who is this little monk?”

Yang Jishan frowned and murmured.

 Things have settled.

 All cause and effect are gradually shrouded in mist.

The monks from all walks of life in Nanyue City also gradually dispersed.

 But half a month later, another group of uninvited guests arrived.

 These are four strange monks.

 A young man with extremely beautiful appearance, but his face was pale, as if covered with a carefully carved, flawless dead man's face.

 An old man carrying a sword case with a dull expression and only the whites of his eyes.

 A big man with a burly body but sharp fingers and bloodshot eyes.

There is also an old woman who looks stale and chatty.

They stood on a deserted hilltop, looking at Nanyue City and the surrounding mines from a distance.

The old man carrying the sword box said in a hoarse voice:

 “What a great gesture, what a pity!”

The pale young man sneered, "I just raised a first-grade evildoer, and I haven't developed it yet..."

The big man smiled ferociously, showing two fangs, and his face looked like a vicious wolf, "Your father has wanted to raise one for a long time, but in the end, he has not raised one for most of his life."

 The pale young man said arrogantly:

“Either raise three or four levels or above, a truly great monster, a great corpse, a great evil, or a first or two level Dao evil, there is no point in raising them.”

 The old man with the sword box's voice was hoarse and indifferent, like the slowly flowing sand:

“You put it like that, you don't understand at all what Dao evil is... Dao evil is an odd number and is not measured by grade.”

The pale boy sneered, obviously disdainful.

The wolf-toothed man looked around again, smelled the smell of rot in the wind, and sighed:

 “It's a pity that I came late, otherwise I could have had a full meal.”

 He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. There were barbs on his tongue.

The old man with the sword box also nodded, "Yes, it's a pity that this evil evil died young, otherwise the entire state would become a hotbed of evil."

 “Whose handiwork is it?” asked the wolf-toothed man.

“Who else can it be?” the old man with the sword box asked.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the wolf-toothed man.

 Obviously, even they didn't want to mention the Taoist's name.

The pale young man sneered, "I don't know who ruined the deceitful man's good deeds..."

 There was a trace of contempt on his pale face.

The old man with the sword box said in a deep voice:

"You'd better be respectful and don't think that with your father's support, that person won't dare to do anything to you."

The pale young man's eyes narrowed, "My father's cultivation level is higher than his."

The old man with the sword box shook his head, "You still don't understand what the name 'Taoist' means..."

 The pale boy was still a little disdainful.

The old man with the sword box had all white eyes, looking at the young man coldly, and said in a cold voice:

"That man wants to kill you, and even your father can't save you."

"It doesn't matter whether you die or not, but don't hold us back, otherwise we won't let you go..."

 The pale young man was sullen, but did not refute.

His teeth bit his lip, but it seemed that he had only bitten a layer of skin and not a drop of blood came out.

 No one of the other three people present cared about him.

Like a wild beast, the wolf-toothed man took another breath of the mountain air, his eyes darkened slightly, and he said:

“There are many zombies, many monks, and the aura of evil is also very strong. They are about to develop, but something unexpected happened..."

“That person must have taken action.”

The old man with the sword box nodded, "No one can destroy the Taoist's layout except that person."

The big man with wolf teeth frowned and said:

"What exactly is hidden in that man? Daoting, Tianshu Pavilion, various aristocratic families, sects, as well as evil sects like us, Sanren and Taoists, are all looking for him?"

 The old man with the sword box seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "I know, what next?"

The big man with wolf teeth was stunned.

The old man with the sword box said: "If I don't have the golden elixir or the immortalization, even if I give you this opportunity, what can you do?"

“Can you resist Daoting's suppression or the Demon Sect's pursuit?”

“Since you are a chess piece, do what the chess piece should do.”

“With your and my cultivation level, it's far from enough. Consider the issue of holding on to black and holding on to white…”

 The old man with the sword box was harsh in his words.

The wolf-toothed man did not feel dissatisfied. Instead, he stuck out his bright red tongue, licked his upper lip, and said with a sinister smile:

“I am a demon cultivator. When I see meat, I want to take a few bites. Isn't it natural?”

 The old man with the sword box has an empty look in his eyes, which is intriguing:

 “If you eat the meat of immortality, your life will be gone.”

 Eternal meat…

The wolf-toothed man's eyes were filled with sparkle.

 The pale boy's face also had an unusual blush.

 The three of them all had their own secrets for a while.

　　The old woman, who had been silent since the beginning, suddenly opened her eyes wide and said madly:

 “My child, my child!”

The wolf-toothed man frowned, "Why is she so crazy?"

The old woman didn't care, and said with a strange smile:

"I found...my flesh and blood, my child is not dead..."

She dodged, her body shaped like the wind, and fled towards a mountain peak in the south.

The three old men with the sword box also had to follow her.

 The four of them finally stopped on a small hill.

The hills here are remote and desolate, but the scenery is quiet and the setting sun is full of glow.

 On the hill, there is a small tomb.

The old woman's expression was focused, her hands were like steel, she dug away the earth and rocks, and dug open the tomb, revealing a coffin inside.

The old woman scratched a corner of the coffin with a light finger, and then lifted it hard, causing the coffin lid to fall apart in an instant.

 In the coffin, there is a little zombie lying.

The old woman tremblingly picked up the little zombie and held it in her arms.

 “My child, my child…”

The pale young man frowned, "Is this a zombie? Aren't all the zombies around here been burned by the corpse-burning array, and there are still fish that slipped through the net?"

The wolf-toothed man looked around and raised his eyebrows, "It seems that someone deliberately left this zombie behind and buried it here..."

 “Are you a relative of this zombie?”

 “What is the purpose of being buried here?”

"who knows…"

“It's not for refining corpses, right?”

“This zombie is too small and weak. What is it for? Serving tea and water?”

The old man with the sword box looked solemn, "This little zombie is a good embryo for refining corpses. It only has corpse energy, no blood energy, and is clean."

 “What kind of good idea is this?”

 “Jade corpse…”

"What?"

The old man with the sword box did not say any more, "You don't refine corpses, and you don't understand even if you talk about it."

 The pale boy looked displeased.

The big man with wolf teeth was a little surprised, "So, this old woman is actually a corpse cultivator?"

Among the few people, he knew the origins of the old man with the sword box and the pale young man, but he was not familiar with this old woman.

The old man with the sword box nodded slightly, "Her son died young. In order to resurrect his son, she learned corpse refining and turned her son into a zombie." "But she made the wrong refining, and what she produced was a special blood corpse. "

 “Eat human flesh and drink human blood every day.”

“She killed people to feed her son, and was finally discovered by Dao Ting. Her **** corpse son was killed by Dao Ting in front of her, and she went completely crazy and completely degenerated into a corpse cultivator.”

“For so many years, she has specialized in killing unfaithful men, as well as monks from Daotingsi.”

“At the same time, he is also keen on turning children into zombies.”

“All the zombies she made are her children…”

"but…"

The old man with the sword box narrowed his eyes slightly, "This little zombie may be a little special..."

The old woman also held the little zombie in her arms with great care, as if coaxing her own flesh and blood.

The pale boy "tsk", and suddenly said "eh" again, "Does this little zombie seem to have a formation on its chest?"

 “Formation?” The big man with wolf teeth was slightly startled.

The pale young man said curiously: "It's not an ordinary formation..."

 He said loudly: "Old woman, let me take a look at this little zombie."

 The old woman asked if she had not heard anything.

 The pale young master repeated it again.

 The old woman remained unmoved.

 The pale young man was furious, "You old man, I'm so shameless..."

He stretched out his hand to grab the little zombie in the old woman's hand, but with this stretch of his hand, he seemed to have touched the old woman's back scales.

The old woman's aura suddenly changed, her face became ferocious, her pupils stood up, her withered skin turned into a bronze color, and her corpse turned into a bronze corpse.

She tore it off with her right hand, and the sinister wind gusted out, tearing the pale boy's arm apart.

Bright red blood flows out.

 The ghastly corpse poison seeped in.

 The pale boy's face became paler, but his cheeks were stained with a strange red color due to shame and anger.

 “Old man, you are looking for death!”

The old woman hugged the little zombie tightly and roared at the pale boy, revealing two long fangs.

 The pale young man's face was gloomy, and he wanted to take action, but was stopped by the old man with the sword box.

 “Don't mess with her.”

 The pale young man seemed to be a little wary of the old man with the sword box. He snorted coldly and restrained his breath.

The old woman faded away from her corpse form and turned into an ordinary old woman again, holding the child in her arms with a peaceful expression.

The old man with the sword box looked up at the sky and said:

 “It's getting late, it's time to set off.”

 He turned his head and looked at the other people with a dull expression, but said in a solemn tone:

 “Do what we are supposed to do and don't worry about other things.”

 The old man supported the sword box behind him.

The sword box trembled slightly, radiating bloodthirsty desire.

 “Don't be impatient…”

 The old man said silently in his heart.

“Once we find that person, the real storm will come…”

 It will be terrible, bloody...

 The four of them gradually left.

 The old woman also took away the little zombie.

In the next few days, many monks with gloomy auras, strange clothes, and erratic behavior came to Nanyue City.

 They all came from the Demonic Sect. They were both shocked by the man-made efforts to breed Dao Evil, and also regretted the death of Dao Evil at a young age.

 But they didn't enter the city, they didn't kill people, they didn't eat people, they didn't do anything extraordinary.

 Nanyue City has entered the realm of cause and effect.

If they are involved, it is very likely that the details will be revealed, and they will not be able to protect themselves.

 The rapids and undercurrents.

 But these dangerous torrents bypassed Nanyue City and flowed into the distance.

The monks in Nanyue City, after many twists and turns, also ushered in the long-lost peace...

 Monks live a day-to-day life.

 In Elder Su's cave.

Shuisheng lay on the small stone table and drew the formation. Elder Su was on the side and taught him:

 “Why are you using your pen like this? It's such a waste of your spiritual energy…”

“I've taught you this formation pattern so many times, but I still don't know how to do it…”

 “Oh, don't draw like this...”

Shuisheng turned a deaf ear and continued to draw the formation.

 If he didn't understand anything, he would ask. After getting the answer, he would listen to all the rest of Elder Su's nagging and complaints.

His entire mind was devoted to the formation.

Even if you are slow to learn, even if you are not good at painting, you still insist on painting.

 If one time doesn't work, just draw it twice.

 If twice doesn't work, just draw it three times.

 As I keep drawing, I slowly get the hang of it...

 This is what the young gentleman taught him.

Shui Sheng kept it firmly in mind.

Elder Su was still complaining and talking, but suddenly stopped.

The aquatic appearance is very similar to that of Narcissus, and the way he is focused now is very similar to his own back then...

Elder Su was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked relieved and smiled happily, looking at Shui Sheng with eyes full of tenderness.

 “I owe Mr. Xiao a big favor...”

 Elder Su sighed in his heart.

 The life of mine repairmen has also become much better.

They can eat enough, support their families, and gradually, they can have some spiritual stones left over for themselves or their children to practice.

 The Lu family, which once weighed heavily on them, has fallen apart and is no longer a cause for concern.

 They have also heard about some rumors about the corpse mine.

“It is said that Lu Chengyun, that bastard, killed someone and then used it to refine the corpse and mine it for him. In the end, he suffered retribution and was eaten alive by the zombie he made.”

“This zombie is not an ordinary zombie, it is the ancestor of the Lu family, Lu Peipei!”

"Lu Peipi, that son of a bitch, will not let us go until he dies. He will turn into a zombie after death and come to harm Nanyue City..."

 “So many zombies, it's so scary.”

 “Now that I think about it, my scalp feels numb.”

“On the day when the zombies besieged the city, I stood on the city wall and looked down. I saw a group of zombies spreading their teeth and claws, densely packed..."

Some people were startled, "You said, there won't be any zombies in this mine..."

“Maybe, there are so many zombies, how can we clear them all at once?”

 “What should we do?”

“I'm not married yet. If I get bitten by a zombie, wouldn't it be the end of me?”

 "I have an old person above me and a young person below me..."

 Some people were panicked for a while.

“How about,” said a monk, “we can provide for the little fairy boy in the corpse mine…”

 Some people don't understand, “Who is the little fairy boy?”

 “The reincarnation of the boy under the Immortal Seat.”

"who?"

“It's the little fairy boy who suppressed the zombie tide, subdued the corpse king, and helped us draw formations and build mines.”

"real or fake?"

 “Really, I've seen it.”

"have you seen?"

"Yeah, yeah." The mine cultivator nodded, "This little fairy boy has three heads and six arms, and is invulnerable. He knocked down the Corpse King with one punch..."

 “What are you talking about?”

“That's right, no one looks like this.”

“That's right, that little fairy boy is so handsome, white and tender, with watery eyes, and a cute smile…”

“You are also talking nonsense. How can such a young monk defeat the Corpse King?”

 “Have you seen it?”

"That's natural. I was on the city wall that day and saw amidst the tide of corpses. This little fairy boy was nine feet tall, with big arms and a round waist. He was so powerful that his fists made wind. Even tens of thousands of zombies couldn't get close to him!"

　　"What the **** are you talking about as a 'Hercules', not a 'Fairy Boy'?"

　　“Yes, it's fair to brag.”

There are different opinions, and in the end there is no conclusion.

 The last older mine repairman made the final decision:

"Since he is a fairy boy, he must be young. We don't know his appearance, so we won't draw it in detail. We only use pen and ink to draw a silhouette."

“Since the zombie tide has been suppressed, it means that the zombies must be afraid of him. If we hang the portrait of this little fairy boy in the mine to suppress the evil spirits, the zombies should not dare to come out to cause trouble..."

After he finished speaking, he sighed, "This young gentleman has helped us a lot. He has shown kindness to us mine repairmen. Even if we can't suppress the zombies, we should still pay homage to him and wish him good luck in the future and success in his cultivation." Live as long as heaven and earth, and benefit the common people!"

 “That's right!”

 The mine repairmen nodded in agreement.

 They hired people to draw several ink paintings of fairy children and hung them in the mine.

 From then on, the mining repairmen in Nanyue City would bow to this fairy boy picture before entering the mine.

 There is a small ink figure in the picture.

 Black and white are distinct, and the energy is mysterious.

 Worshiping the picture of a fairy boy can dispel evil spirits and eliminate corpse problems.

They not only pray for their own safety, but also bless the peace of the ink paintings in their hearts.

 In a place where evildoers breed, monks offer incense to it, which generates the power of aspiration. It is secretly integrated into the cause and effect of the ink painting, forming a check and balance.

 Just these, I don't know anything about ink painting.

 Hundreds of miles away on a mountain road.

Mo Hua rode on Dabai, looked at the mountains and rivers, covered with misty clouds and mist, and embarked on the road to build the foundation...

The plot of the mine is finally finished~

The next step is to build the foundation.

　　　This is also the last big plot of the second volume.

I need to spend some time sorting out the details, and it may be a little later tomorrow~

 (End of this chapter)

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