Asking About Longevity Chapter 610

Chapter 610 Broken Gold and Jade Slips

 The big man said angrily: "I don't!"

The iron plate is densely covered with array patterns, like knives and needles, like a **** of fire. You can tell without even looking at it that it is definitely not a good thing.

 “Are you going to kneel down or not?” Mo Hua said with a straight face.

The big man sneered, "You think I'm stupid...ah-"

Before he could finish his words, Ouyang Feng held him down and kicked him in the knee.

The big man bent his knees and knelt on the iron plate. He howled in pain instantly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was distorted.

Mo Hua didn't know whether he was really in pain or fake, so he asked curiously:

 “Does it hurt?”

 He really wants to know…

Although this iron plate was designed by him, and the formations on it were painted on it one by one, the specific effect is not clear from the ink painting.

 He just estimated that it would be very painful.

After all, he drew more than one formation on the iron plate, and all of them were formations that would be very painful when touched...

 There is Genshan micro-millimeter formation. After the formation is activated, the spiritual power is as fine as a needle and will pierce into the knee, causing pain;

 There is a Baguakan Water Formation, and the spiritual power will soak into the knees, making it cold and biting;

There is also the Lihuo Formation, where the fire spiritual power will slowly burn, causing burning pain...

These three formations are circulated in sequence, allowing the tortured person to experience the pain of needles piercing the bones, cold water biting the bones, and burning...

 It must be uncomfortable anyway…

But Mo Hua couldn't tell how uncomfortable it was.

He is not stupid, so there is no way he would try it himself.

The current traitor who broke the Golden Gate is still the first person to try the iron plate of "mountain, river and fire".

 Mo Hua wanted to know how he felt after using it, so that he could use it to judge whether his design was up to standard and whether the formation needed improvement.

 So he asked sincerely.

But the big man thought that the ink painting was taunting and ridiculing, so he couldn't help but get angry, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and endured the pain of acupuncture, fire, and water torture without saying a word.

“You are talking, does it hurt?”

Mo Hua chased after him and asked.

The big man finally lost his guard and cursed loudly with a trembling voice: "What the hell..."

Mo Hua immediately took out the Qianjun stick, stuffed his mouth, and said with a serious face:

 “You actually cursed people, your quality is so low...”

The big man's mouth was blocked and he couldn't speak. His eyes widened with anger.

“It seems it's not painful enough, and the power of the formation is still a bit lacking…”

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought:

 “It looks like we need to add a few more formations…”

 “What formation is best to add?”

 "Golden needles? Wood poison? Or..."

Murong Caiyun and Ouyang Feng opened their mouths.

The big man's scalp was numb when he heard it, and his eyes were horrified. He thought, how could there be such a sinister, vicious, and crazy young monk in this world? !

Who did he learn this from?

The big man made two "woo-woo" sounds at the top of his lungs.

Mo Hua took away the Qianjun stick, and the big man gritted his teeth and said: "I said!"

Mo Hua was overjoyed, nodded and said, "Okay." Then in the first sentence, he asked what he cared about most:

“Does it hurt to kneel on this iron plate?”

The big man was so ashamed and angry that he didn't want to speak.

Murong Caiyun couldn't stand it anymore, touched Mo Hua's shoulder, and whispered: "Ask something else, don't embarrass him..."

 Such a big monk was forced to kneel down and asked if it hurt.

It really made people crazy, and it was hard for them to explain to Daotingsi and the Xie family.

"oh oh."

Mo Hua thought about it and it was right. Business was more important. As for the feedback on the torture of this iron plate, he could ask someone else later.

Mo Hua felt a little regretful. His consciousness pulled the formation eye and temporarily closed the formation on the iron plate.

The pain disappeared, and the big man took a deep breath and gradually recovered.

 Mo Hua started to ask about business:

 “Do you know Mr. Jiang?”

After asking, Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and looked into the big man's eyes to confirm whether he was lying or telling lies.

 The big man frowned and his eyes were a little confused, "Who is Boss Jiang?"

Mo Hua asked again: "Then do you know the vulture?"

The big man looked pale and said, "Vulture... I have only heard of it... This man is cruel and ruthless, not a good person..."

 “You haven't seen him?”

 The big man shook his head.

 “Then have you seen other bald men?”

 The big man was confused by the question, "Bald...bald man?"

Mo Hua described it, "It's similar to a vulture, maybe bald, but wearing a wig. The nicknames on the road include 'bald', or 'light', or 'Arhat', 'Toutuo' and so on." The sinful practice of words…”

 The big man frowned in pain, "Why...why do you ask this?"

Mo Hua was unhappy, "Am I asking you, or are you asking me?"

The big man was under pressure, especially the pain caused by the dense formations under his knees that he had just experienced, and said helplessly:

“I kept my name anonymously and spent some time in secret. I heard about some monks who were very famous..."

“For example, 'bald wolf', 'bald dragon', 'kudutuo', 'evil arhat'…”

“But I am not cultivated enough. I only do petty theft and small business, so I have no interaction with them...”

Mo Hua silently wrote down these names and asked again:

 “Have you ever kidnapped or trafficked a monk?”

 The big man's pupils shrank, but he shook his head and said:

“I don't dare to go to Qianxue Prefecture, where families gather. I don't have the guts to get into such bad luck and kidnap monks.”

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at him thoughtfully.

 The big man tried to keep his composure, but he was obviously feeling guilty and looked away slightly.

Mo Hua smiled slightly and did not ask further, but said:

 “One last thing, hand over your disguise skills!”

 The big man's expression changed, and he bravely argued:

 “What kind of disguise?”

The ink painting showed displeasure, "Are you pretending to be stupid with me?"

Seeing the stubborn expression on the big man's face, the ink painting consciousness moved slightly, and he once again activated the formation on the iron plate to the extreme.

The big man's eyes suddenly widened, his whole body was shaking with pain, and his knees were suffering, but he gritted his teeth and did not let go...

Mo Hua was a little strange, "How can you bear it so much?"

 Before he finished speaking, the big man fainted from the pain...

Mo Hua was a little helpless and muttered in his heart:

 “I would rather be tortured than hand over the 'disguise technique'…”

“It's because the 'disguise technique' is too involved, and I can't hand it over even if I die…”

“Or is it because my formation on the iron plate is not powerful enough to force the truth out of his mouth?”

It's a pity that I can't use this iron plate myself. I don't know how powerful it is...

 Let's find ways to improve it in the future...

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

 At present, this big man's mouth does not spit out enough information.

Mo Hua planned to wake him up, make him suffer some more, and then make him tell the truth.

 He was almost certain that the traitor who broke the Golden Gate must have something to hide.

Moreover, he must have also kidnapped and trafficked monks, but he was too guilty to speak out.

 Since this is the case, Mo Hua does not need to be polite to him.

Mo Hua raised his Qianjun stick and wanted to knock the big man awake, but was stopped by Murong Caiyun.

Murong Caiyun said helplessly:

"Junior brother, it's almost done...don't waste him, he will be handed over to Daotingsi..."

Mo Hua blinked, "Then I'll be gentler?"

Murong Caiyun had a headache, "That won't work either."

Mo Hua felt a little regretful, "Okay."

The mission is important, the merits are important, and you can ask for information later.

Murong Caiyun was a little confused, "That boss Chiang, there are vultures and human traffickers, what are you asking him for?"

 Of course it is for the four-image formation.

There is also their conspiracy to kidnap and traffic the monks behind their backs.

But these words are difficult to explain clearly.

Mo Hua said: "I suspect that he is with a group of human traffickers! I have a little brother who was almost abducted by human traffickers, so I asked by the way to see if I can find any clues and catch them all!"

 The ink painting shows a look of hatred and hatred.

Murong Caiyun and Ouyang Feng looked at each other, neither knowing whether what Mo Hua said was true or false.

Mo Hua quickly changed the topic:

“Then can I search him?”

 The Xie family's purpose was to arrest people, but they did not let them search them.

Ouyang Feng thought for a while and sighed, "Just search..."

 He also took out the storage bag that he had searched from the big man and handed it to Mo Hua, "Go through this storage bag as well and see if you can find any clues."

Mo Hua looked happy and immediately took the storage bag, but said a little embarrassedly:

“Brother, is this appropriate?”

Ouyang Feng said with a smile: "It doesn't matter."

 He was also a little curious and wanted to see if he could find out anything from the ink paintings.

As for the Dao Tingsi of Bishan City and the Xie family, based on his background, he actually doesn't take them seriously at all.

The reason why he abides by the rules is just because of Tai'amen's family rules and the Ouyang family's family motto, and he doesn't want to do anything outside that will disgrace the sect and the family's appearance.

Mo Hua immediately turned the big man over and then frowned. He found that the flesh and blood on the big man's body was soft and "fake", as if something had attached to his body and created a special shape.

 So he can be a woman, a young man, an old woman, or a strong man.

 The face of the big man was obviously stuffed with some kind of skin, and it looked very strange.

 As for what he originally looked like, I couldn't tell at all.

 The spiritual consciousness "seeing" does not work either.

 What the spiritual consciousness "sees" is the spiritual essence of everything in the empty space, or the trajectory of Qi, rather than the true appearance.

 Faces of flesh and blood are all skin and flesh, just appearances.

However, Mo Hua clearly saw the nature of this big man's "spiritual power" and silently kept it in mind.

This way, if we encounter him again in the future, he won't be able to escape...

The big man did indeed hide some things on his body. Every ink painting was accurate, so he found them all and finally put them together with the storage bag.

 Look through the ink paintings one by one.

 Spiritual stones, elixirs, spiritual weapons…

Most of them are things that ordinary monks would carry.

 There are also some martial arts and Taoist methods, but they are not rare, and it is not clear that they have anything to do with the Golden Gate.

 The art of disguise does not have…

The only thing that is a little strange is a jade slip.

This jade slip is made of white jade and inlaid with silky gold edges.

The ink painting looked very familiar. He thought for a moment and was shocked: he had seen the same style of jade slips before!

 boss Jiang!

The trafficker Mr. Jiang had two jade slips of the same style in his hands, but they were both sealed and could not be seen by his spiritual consciousness, so Mo Hua stored the two jade slips in his Nazi ring.

Mo Hua's consciousness moved slightly, and he discovered that the jade slip in the big man's hand was also sealed, and it seemed to use the same sealing method as Boss Jiang's jade slip.

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat and he asked quickly:

“Senior Brother Feng, do you know what this jade slip is?”

Ouyang Feng took it and took a look. His eyes paused slightly and stayed on the gold edge of the jade slip. He was a little surprised and said:

“This seems to be...the inherited jade slip of Jinmen Gate?”

 “Broken Golden Gate!”

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.

So that means that Boss Jiang was also a disciple of Duanjinmen?

Mo Hua thought of something and suddenly asked:

“Senior Brother Feng, is the Duanjinmen of the Twelve Ranks mainly focused on sword cultivation?”

Ouyang Feng nodded, "Not bad."

"Then their sect has any powerful sword techniques?" Mo Hua's eyes sparkled.

“Yes.” Ouyang Feng nodded and said, “There is a very powerful sword technique in the Broken Golden Gate. It is a sword technique of the Jin Zhen sect, and its name is—”

Ouyang Feng said in a deep voice: "Breaking Gold Sword Control Technique!"

 The Golden-Breaking Sword Technique!

 The eyes of the ink painting are shining.

Zhenpai Sword Technique!

Say it this way, that majestic, golden sword technique that Boss Jiang used was the Zhenjin Sword Technique of Duanjinmen, the Duanjin Sword Technique? !

Then the jade slip of inheritance on his body is...

 The little heart of the ink painting is beating wildly.

Murong Caiyun silently glanced at Mo Hua, a little strange, "Junior brother, why are you so happy suddenly? Your face is red..."

Mo Hua waved his hand and said with a smile: "Nothing..."

 Suddenly he thought of something again and asked:

"Senior Brother Feng, what do you think of this jade slip? It seems to be sealed..."

Ouyang Feng said: "This is a jade slip for inheritance. In order to prevent the inheritance from being lost, these jade slips are specially 'sealed'. You must know the 'secret pattern' before you can unlock the seal and see the content inside."

"Sealing, secret pattern?" Mo Hua was startled, "Is this 'secret pattern' a 'formation pattern'?"

"this…"

Ouyang Feng hesitated.

 His formation skills are not very good, and he really can't explain the secrets behind it.

Murong Caiyun then said: "You can also say that..."

"The so-called 'sealing' naturally refers to sealing with formations, and the 'secret pattern' that is unsealed is naturally also a confidential formation pattern."

"This is also a special application of formation, but the form is different and the expression is slightly different."

Mo Hua understands.

In other words, as long as you master the formation inside and crack the sealed "secret pattern", you can get the inheritance inside the jade slip!

Ouyang Feng saw Mo Hua's eyes twitching and didn't know what he was thinking, but he still had no choice but to remind:

 “This jade slip cannot be learned.”

“If I'm not wrong, what's sealed inside the jade slip should be the movement technique of breaking the golden gate and the secret of escaping the golden gate…”

"This is the inheritance of Duanjinmen. If you learn it on your own without permission, you will be held accountable by Duanjinmen..."

“What's more, this jade slip is stolen and will definitely be recorded by Jinmen Duan. It's impossible to learn it secretly...”

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Feng."

It doesn't matter if you don't learn this jade slip, he still has two more...

I just don't know what is sealed in those two jade slips...

 After Mo Hua planned to return to the sect, he quietly continued to study alone to see if he could use the knowledge of formations to crack the "secret pattern" sealed in the inherited jade slips and obtain the inheritance of Jinmen...

Even if you don't learn it, it's still good to study and criticize it to deepen your understanding of sword tactics.

Perhaps you can also learn the true art of Taixu Spiritual Mind Transformation into Swords for yourself, lay the foundation, and pave the way...

Ouyang Feng looked up at the sky and asked:

“Junior Brother Mo, do you have anything else to ask?”

Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly.

 He already knows a lot.

 If you don't know, I probably can't ask you now.

Furthermore, Senior Sister Murong did not allow herself to ask questions, fearing that if she continued to make troubles, the "big man"'s life would be lost...

Murong Caiyun nodded, "Then I'll send a signal and call the monks from the Xie family to come over."

 “Okay.” Ouyang Feng said.

 After that, Murong Caiyun took out the folding paper and made a burst of fireworks.

Mo Hua tidied up the scene, covering up traces of his "torture" interrogation, and even searched his body and rummaged through his storage bag.

Ouyang Feng was very considerate and checked for his mistakes. From the perspective of a bystander, he reminded the ink paintings whether there were any omissions.

Soon, the monks from the Xie family arrived.

They saw the big man lying on the ground, unconscious, with a stunned look on his face, and there was something subtle in the way he looked at Mo Hua and the other three.

 It doesn't feel like gratitude, but rather like…

Mo Hua thought for a moment.

Like...regret?

  Regret asking the three of you to help?

Or do you regret that the three of you got there first and caught this big man?

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

There is indeed something wrong with this Xie family...

But it's not his turn.

 Their mission has been completed.

 Soon Murong Caiyun began to negotiate with the Xie family to discuss the details of the mission and the merit rewards.

 During this period, Murong Caiyun answered many questions.

 For example, how did you catch the big man?

 How did the big man faint?

 What happened to the injury on his knee?

Who punished him to kneel down...and so on.

Murong Caiyun's tone was gentle. He basically said that the three of them happened to meet him while they were patrolling, and they knocked him unconscious. During the fight, the spell hit his knee, so he was injured.

The Xie family wanted to ask again, but at this time Ouyang Feng's face became serious and his eyes were like swords.

The monks of the Xie family did not dare to ask any more questions.

Mo Hua guessed from this that the Ouyang family should be very famous.

With the matter settled, the three of them set off and left Bishan City without stopping.

Just as he was leaving, Mo Hua looked back at the mist-shrouded Bishan City and the majestic mountains. He vaguely felt that this matter was probably not over yet...

The carriage left Bishan City and headed towards the border of Qianxue Prefecture.

Halfway through the journey, Mo Hua said goodbye to Senior Sister Murong and Senior Brother Feng, and got out of the car on his own.

“Senior brother and sister, I remembered that I still have something to do, so I got off the car first. I will go back to the sect on my own tomorrow.”

Murong Caiyun and Ouyang Feng were both startled. They looked at the surrounding barren mountains and couldn't help but ask:

 “You are here, what do you need to do?”

Mo Hua smiled and said: "I have a Taoist friend who lives in the mountains. He is alone and very lonely. Let me go and see him."

"Fellow?"

"Um."

 “Live in this mountain?”

Murong Caiyun looked around and saw dry mountains and old forests, deserted and uninhabited.

Mo Hua smiled and said: "He is a little afraid of strangers."

"Okay." Murong Caiyun sighed, looking at the ink painting with worry in his eyes, "You must be careful."

 “Don't worry, senior sister!” Mo Hua said with a smile.

 After saying that, he waved, turned around and walked into the mountains...

 In the deep mountains, there is a ruined temple, and in the ruined temple, there is a mountain god.

This mountain **** is looking sad and on the verge of crying. Soon he will have to meet a "person" that he doesn't want to meet at all...

 (End of this chapter)

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