Asking About Longevity Chapter 686

Chapter 686 Well

 When did you get recruited?

The first thing that came to mind in Mo Hua was the golden lotus and three-color carp.

“I ate fish and drank soup, so the evil thoughts of the river **** invaded the sea of ​​consciousness?”

Mo Hua's mind was slightly disturbed. He suddenly thought of something and his heart tightened.

Yu'er!

Yu'er is the same as himself. After eating this golden three-color carp, if there are evil thoughts of evil gods in his consciousness, Yu'er's consciousness will also be polluted.

At this time, the night was already dark. Without thinking, Mo Hua immediately got up and went to the next door. Before he could knock on the door, the door was already opened.

Wen Renwei stood at the door with a calm face, but he looked a little surprised.

 “Little Mr. Mo?”

Mo Hua immediately said: "I'm here to see Yu'er."

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly found that the corners of his eyes were a little dry, and there seemed to be traces of tears from just now.

 “Yu'er is fine…”

 According to what Lao Yutou said, there is a kind of red water carp that cannot be seen in the light.

 In the past few days, this fish soup was the only thing he ate, but Yu'er had nothing to eat.

Mo Hua sighed deeply.

“Young Master Mo?” Wen Renwei asked softly, “What's wrong with Master Yu?”

From tracking the dragon crossing the river, to entering the small fishing village, Xue Wu, Lao Yutou, the monk of the Wang family, and finally leaving the small fishing village with a fish basket of three-color carp...

If there is something wrong with Lao Yutou's fish soup, then the entire small fishing village and all the fishing cultivators may have been contaminated by the evil **** subtly.

Mo Hua entered the door, passed through layers of exquisite and elegant screens, and furnishings made of expensive materials but full of childlike charm, and then arrived at the bedroom inside.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yu'er was lying on the bed, with saliva in the corner of her mouth, lying on her back and sleeping soundly...

　　It was getting late, but Mo Hua didn't feel sleepy at all, and his mind was full of mixed thoughts.

When Mo Hua thought about it carefully, he realized that the smell of this so-called "red water carp" was very similar to that of the small **** fish that invaded his sea of ​​consciousness.

Wen Renwei also felt relieved, his brows relaxed, and he solemnly said:

 “I'm sorry to bother you, young master.”

Mo Hua thought for a moment, his pupils narrowed, "Lao Yutou's fish soup?"

Mo Hua frowned and carefully recalled the events of the past few days.

 If what you are looking at is invaded by evil thoughts, you should be able to detect it.

Moreover, it's something different from what Yu'er eats…

Mo Hua was suddenly startled.

Those joys and sorrows, life and death encounters, the hardship of trying to make a living, the despair of being unable to fight, and the pain of being unable to stay together even though we clearly love each other...

“That means it's not the problem with the three-color carp.”

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay, I was just too worried."

 He slept soundly, his consciousness was stable, and there was nothing abnormal.

They are intertwined in the heart of Mo Hua one by one.

 It's not what you see, it's what you smell or eat…

 But Mo Hua's brows also frowned slightly.

Mo Hua smiled and did not disturb Yu'er's sleep. Instead, he returned to his room and lay at the table in deep thought.

 “It's not a three-color carp, that's...”

“It's not a problem with the three-color carp, what else could it be...”

 Scenes from the dream came to mind again.

At this moment, a flash of red suddenly came to mind.

Mo Hua frowned.

Mo Hua's pupils were slightly darkened, and he released his spiritual consciousness. He looked carefully several times and made sure that no evil spirits were haunting Yu'er. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

“The golden lotus and three-color carp were cooked into meat and stewed into soup. Yu'er and I both ate it, but Yu'er was fine at all…”

 “Looks like I have time to go to the small fishing village again...”

  Old as head...

 I had a meal by myself and drank the fish soup from Old Yutou's family, so I was polluted by the evil god?

Why?

 A pot of fish soup, why is there a problem?

 I can't understand the ink painting.

The suffering of Yuxiu is the soil of the evil god...

He remembered that Lao Yutou placed a small fish tank next to the fish tank with silver-scaled fish. The fish tank was sealed and the contents inside could not be seen. Only a faint hint of red could be seen.

 It's just that no one noticed.

Wen Renwei's eyes were confused, but seeing Mo Hua's anxious expression, he didn't dare to be careless and immediately invited Mo Hua in.

This is just a dream of mine, but it could be the life of many people...

Gu Changhuai sent people to keep an eye on the small fishing village, but for several days, no sign of the "dragon crossing the river" was found.

So a few days later, on the tenth day of the holiday, Mo Hua couldn't wait and went to the small fishing village again.

It was noon at this time, the sun was shining brightly, and the fishermen were busy in the village.

 Looking from a distance, it looks lively and nothing special.

 But Mo Hua already knew at this time that things were not as simple as they seemed.

 He took a sip of fish soup in a small fishing village, and his consciousness was invaded by the evil thoughts of the evil god.

Most of the monks in this small fishing village probably have little **** fish in the sea of ​​consciousness.

 Other people's spiritual consciousness is sealed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

 Ink painting cannot enter the sea of ​​other people's consciousness, so naturally it cannot see what is in the sea of ​​other people's consciousness.

 He can only look for some clues through appearances...

Mo Hua's pupils were slightly dark, golden light appeared in his eyes, and his consciousness was released. He scanned the small fishing village carefully, and then he discovered some things that he had ignored before.

The fishermen in the village are working hard to survive despite their hard work and resentment.

 But when his eyes turn, his expression will occasionally be dazed for a moment, and his eyes will also show a kind of corpse-like numbness.

This seems to be a sign that the consciousness is being swallowed...

 Ink paintings also see Lao Yutou.

 The same goes for Lao Yutou. His eyes are occasionally dull and numb, but his complexion is much better.

It seems that because of the spiritual stone, he can send his two grandsons into the sect to have a better future and no longer have to live in poverty and hardship for a lifetime. The whole person is like a flashback, full of energy and radiance in his eyes.

 It was already noon, and their family still had fish soup for lunch, just like all the other fishermen in this small fishing village.

Mo Hua stared at the fish soup, but surprisingly, he didn't see anything strange.

 This is just ordinary fish soup.

 The soup is also fished from the Yanshui River. Common spiritual fish,

 Lao Yutou actually keeps a small tank of strange "red water carp".

But this fish has been kept sealed and he has never touched it at all.

Mo Hua frowned.

 Perhaps I guessed wrong?

 Isn't it a question of fish soup?

Mo Hua thought for a while, but still did not enter the village. Instead, he stayed hidden and looked around the small fishing village.

The small fishing village is built on a flat land at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains and forests, separated by a road and not far from the Yanshui River.

Mo Hua walked around and felt even more confused.

"No…"

 There is no preaching statue of evil gods.

 There are no parasites of evil gods.

I have not found any strongholds of evil cultivators or demon cultivators, or demon temples like the Bishan Demon Cave.

There is not even an altar.

 No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary small fishing village.

Of course, if it is really ordinary, it would be a good thing...

 The ink painting has a solemn expression.

 Hunting requires patience, he decided to wait.

So Mo Hua came to a big tree outside the small fishing village, used the Water Step, covered the soles of his feet with spiritual power, adsorbed the tree trunk, and walked up to the top of the tall tree vertically with his little hands on his back.

 After that, Mo Hua crossed his legs and sat upright on the tree branch, staring at the small fishing village with bright eyes.

He wanted to see if he could find any more clues. Mo Hua sat like this and stared at it until night.

 The night was hazy, like a black veil, slowly covering the small fishing village.

 Everything became dark.

The sky is dark, there are no stars, and only half of the moon hangs. The moonlight is cold and desolate.

 I stared at it all afternoon and found nothing, but at night, the sleepy-looking ink painting suddenly became energetic.

He had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.

 Sure enough, nearly an hour passed.

 The night is getting darker, and most of the fishermen in the village have turned off their lights, leaving only a few dim fishing fires dotting the night.

 Lao Yutou's home.

 Lao Yutou, who was pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes.

He looked around and saw that his family members were all asleep, so he got up gently, tied the small fish tank containing the "Red Water Carp" with a hemp rope and carried it on his back, then hunched over and walked out. The door of the house walked into the night.

The ink painting in the distance had a focused gaze, and then he walked down from the big tree lightly, hiding his figure, blending into the night, quietly following behind Lao Yutou.

 The small fishing village in the night was so quiet that it was almost eerie.

 Lao Yutou was hunched over and carrying a fish tank on his back. At night, his figure looked hazy, like an old river monster crawling out of the river.

 He kept walking forward.

 The ink painting followed quietly.

 After walking to the back of the village, in an empty courtyard with few people and no one living there, Old Yutou stopped.

 There is a well in the yard.

The well is made of white stone. When the moonlight shines, it looks pale.

 Lao Yutou put the fish tank down, unsealed it, and took out several blood-red fish with sharp teeth and weird fins.

 It is very similar to the fish in the ink painting dream.

Although Mo Hua is not a fisherman and cannot identify the specific species, he knows that this is definitely not a carp.

 Lao Yutou respectfully threw these small blood-red fishes into the well, then knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said piously:

 “Lord River God is above, Lao Yutou has come to fulfill his wish…”

 “Thank you to the river **** for your blessing…”

 Lao Yu kowtowed three more times and said gratefully:

"The wind and waves were so strong that day that half of my body fell into the river, Lao Yutou, and I almost died. Fortunately, with the blessing of the river god, I managed to turn the bad luck into good luck. I still survived, and I also caught the tail. It's the best The golden lotus and the three-color carp…”

“With this fish, the future of my two little grandchildren will be secure. Finally, someone in our family will not have to spend their lives in ups and downs, risking their lives to make a living..."

 Lao Yutou sighed, "It's just that the fish was almost robbed later, but it was okay..."

“Fortunately, there was another 'little nobleman' who came to my aid, fought off the Wang family's thugs, and even bought my fish…”

 “This little noble man is a good man. I am very lucky as an old man.”

“But thinking about it, these are all thanks to the River God. It was the River God who guided this little nobleman to save me..."

 Lao Yu kowtowed a few more times, then put his palms together and said:

“Lao Yutou has no other wish after that... I just ask the Lord River God to bless my two little grandchildren so that they can successfully join the sect...”

“I don't want to be rich or successful in spiritual practice, but I want to make a living, stop dealing with the wind, waves and water monsters, live a peaceful life, and die without regrets when I am old...”

“Lord River God, I can give you whatever you want.”

 “Please…”

“I will definitely raise this 'blood-red fish' well. When it is fattened and grown, I will dedicate it to you…”

After Old Yutou finished speaking, the sound of water suddenly came from the well, and a faint scarlet color flashed by, and then everything calmed down.

 It seemed like something was enjoying the sacrifice.

 The fish died and its blood melted into the well water.

Mo Hua was startled and suddenly realized.

 It's well water!

If his prediction was correct, the monks in the entire small fishing village would be eating from this well.

 Old Yutou threw the little **** fish into the well, polluting the water in the well.

 If a fisherman in a small fishing village eats well water, he is like everyone else and has been polluted by the evil god.

 But...it was at Lao Yutou's house that I drank fish soup made from well water, and that's why I was polluted by the evil thoughts of the evil god.

 Thus, at midnight, I could not help but be immersed in the painful nightmare spun by the evil god...

  No, it's not a nightmare “woven” by the evil god…

Mo Hua glanced at Lao Yutou, who kept kowtowing, and sighed in his heart.

  It should be a nightmare that all the poor fishermen in the small fishing village "weave" together based on their own personal experiences...

 Lao Yu headed into the well, sacrificed the little **** fish, and then sealed the fish tank again.

There are still some fish in the fish tank that have not yet been raised. After some time, they can be carefully raised before they can be put into the well.

After the matter was done, Lao Yutou stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly he heard a crisp voice in the silent night.

 “Uncle Yu…”

 Lao Yutou was startled suddenly, his feet slipped and he fell to the ground.

As he struggled to get up, he looked around in panic, and saw a small figure slowly emerging from the dark night not far away.

This figure is very familiar.

In the cold moonlight, Old Yutou discovered that this figure was the "little nobleman" who helped him repel the Wang family monks a few days ago and also bought his own three-color carp.

 It's just that at this time, this little nobleman no longer looked so amiable.

The moonlight shone on his face, a cold white color.

 His eyes also have an unpredictable depth.

 Lao Yutou looked back at the well, and then at the ink painting in front of him, his voice trembling, "You, little brother... have you seen everything?"

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

 Lao Yutou looked struggling, and suddenly begged:

 “Please, please don't tell anyone…”

 Ink painting is silent.

"You must not let others know about this..." Old Yutou said in horror, "Otherwise, everything I have done will be in vain, and my two grandsons will have no future, and I will also be killed by the River God. Your Majesty punishes..."

"please…"

Mo Hua still didn't say a word.

 Lao Yutou begged again for a while, but saw that the ink painting was indifferent. Anger gradually surged in his heart. His eyes turned blood red at some point, and his words were a little distorted. They did not sound like a human voice, but more like the cry of a fish demon.

He lost his mind, looked ferocious, and suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua.

 “If you don't promise me, I want you to die!”

Just when he rushed to the ink painting and saw the compassionate eyes of the ink painting under the moonlight, Lao Yutou suddenly felt excited again.

Scenes of memories come to mind.

Mo Hua drew formations for him, helped him drive away the bullying Wang family monks, and also spent a large sum of spiritual stones to buy his three-color carp...

The blood in Lao Yutou's eyes gradually faded, and the anger on his face receded, leaving only helpless sorrow.

He slowly knelt in front of the ink painting, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, "Please..."

 He kept kowtowing.

 The hardship of life forced him to kneel down, kowtow and beg constantly...

Mo Hua felt sour in his heart and sighed: "I promise you."

 Lao Yutou was startled.

Mo Hua said slowly:

“I don't have to tell anyone, but you have to tell me what happened?”

“Who taught you how to raise this little **** fish?”

“Who told you that if you raise this kind of fish, all your wishes will come true and there will be no disaster?”

 Lao Yutou was stunned for a moment and looked at Mo Hua pleadingly.

Mo Hua said: "I keep my word. If you tell me, I won't tell anyone. Otherwise..."

There was a hint of cold edge in Mo Hua's eyes.

 Lao Yutou was startled in his heart, and then he remembered that on that day when the two Wang family members were building the foundation and several Qi refiners joined forces, they were beaten to death by this young master.

As a fishing cultivator, I am not good at fighting, let alone the opponent of this terrible young master.

 Lao Yutou sighed deeply and said helplessly: "Okay, I said..."

 (End of this chapter)

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