Asking About Longevity Chapter 687

Chapter 687 Shinto (Additional update for the alliance leader Taishang Daluo Celestial Immortal Wanshou Emperor~)

 Lao Yutou was silent for a moment, and then slowly said:

“This method is called the 'River Sacrifice Method', and it was told to me by a passing fishing cultivator…”

“I was fishing in the river that day, and the boat sank suddenly for some reason—it probably hit a rock at the bottom of the river, or hit the sharp corner of some kind of water monster..."

“I have heard of many fishermen whose boats sank in the river and lost their lives.”

“I panicked at that time, so I swam desperately to the shore, but as soon as I got halfway through the swim, I was stared at by the water monster..."

"Just when I thought I was about to die in the Yanshui River, a passing fisherman injured the water demon and dragged me forcefully to the shore..."

　　"I just saved a life..."

 Lao Yutou sighed, still feeling frightened.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed and he asked, "What does that fishing cultivator who passed by look like?"

Lao Yutou thought for a while, "He is a man who often goes into the water. His water quality is very good. His skin is white, like a white fish in the river. His eyebrows are very light and he looks strange. But after looking at him for a long time, I feel that he has a kind face and kind eyes..."

“After three rounds of drinking, we started to talk about speculation, so we talked about the plight of the fisherman. He said that he had no father, no mother, no children, no daughter, and was alone.”

Mo Hua was curious, "What did Yu Xiu say?"

"Then what?"

“Young Master, I'm begging you, old man, just do your best and pretend you didn't see anything.”

“When the fisherman heard what he said, he hesitated to speak. He wanted to speak, but after holding back, he still didn't speak. He just drank by himself.”

“He said that this sacrificial method was something he only heard from some old monks. He didn't know if it was useful.”

"The fisherman said that there is a kind of blood fish in this world, which requires piety in body and mind and nourishes it with blood. When its mouth and teeth are cracked and its fins turn into human-like hands and feet, it will be thrown into the well to worship the river god. If you get the river With God's blessing, all your wishes may come true…”

He did not try to persuade the old man, nor did he try to explain to him that the so-called river sacrifices were all fake. The river **** he worshiped was not a river **** at all, but probably an evil god.

Martial Law…

“I feel strange. I can't understand why you have to be pious in body and mind and nourish yourself with blood. If you are offering sacrifices to the river god, why don't you throw them into the river instead of into the well..."

“I said that I am just the opposite. My whole family is destined to live a life of hardship with little to achieve.”

Mo Hua frowned as he listened.

“My two grandchildren have pretty good spiritual roots, but there are no spiritual stones for them to practice.”

 “Yes, yes, the young master is right!”

"Then..." Old Yutou muttered, "I was very grateful to him and said I wanted to repay him, but he waved his hand and said something... Oh, we all make a living in the water. When we are in trouble, we should help each other. It's just a little effort. You are Welcome."

 Lao Yutou didn't know what was going on, so he just sighed to himself and looked at Mo Hua, "Young Master, you should know what happens next..."

 Lao Yutou frowned and said: "The fisherman said that he didn't know either. This ancient method has been passed down from generation to generation. It is like this and cannot be changed at all."

“It's me, a useless grandfather, who is dragging down their future.”

“He told me so much, and he was very enthusiastic, for my own good..."

“If I really want to use this method to sacrifice to the 'River God', then for the sake of friendship, he can get me the 'Blood Fish'. There is no need to give the spirit stone, just treat him to a drink.”

 Lao Yutou looked confused.

 Ink Hua did not waste this time, he only said:

“I won't tell anyone else about this, but you can no longer raise fish, and you can no longer offer sacrifices to gods in the well water…”

“He just shook his head. I asked him again and again, and then he sighed and told me this method of 'river sacrifice to reduce disasters'.”

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

“What's more, this old man saved my life, so he doesn't need to harm me again.”

 But in this world, a foolish person cannot be persuaded. Even if he speaks, it will be in vain. He cannot possibly listen.

“I thought to myself, just give it a try, and even if it doesn't work, it's just a loss of some wine money, it's nothing.”

When Lao Yutou said this, he suddenly looked horrified:

"But this kind of thing must not be leaked, otherwise it will attract the blame of the river **** and all the blessings will be lost."

“Spiritual stones are valuable, but this kind of wine is worthless.”

When Old Yutou said this, he looked ashamed, then shook his head and continued:

When Lao Yutou heard this, he looked frightened and nodded repeatedly:

 The ink painting uses one for the reason that it is easier for him to understand:

 “Greed will lead to punishment from the river god.”

 “I'm a little hesitant.”

Mo Hua's expression was complicated, his mind was slightly agitated, and he nodded in agreement:

 “Okay, I won't tell anyone.”

"He asked me if I wanted to use it? He also said that not everyone can get the blessing of the river **** after using this method, but let's give it a try..."

“He said that since he is offering sacrifices to the River God, then this is what the River God pays attention to. How do we human monks know..."

 Lao Yutou sighed with emotion:

“I did what I did, and I got the protection of the river god. I caught a three-color carp and sold it for eight thousand spiritual stones. My two little grandchildren also have a future..."

 Lao Yutou looked at the ink painting with pleading eyes:

 "Good man..." Old Yutou sighed, and then said:

"I invited him to drink wine, and even though it was bad wine, he didn't mind it."

"You have received enough blessings from the River God. If you continue to offer sacrifices and ask for too much, you will offend the River God and cause disaster..."

"But I noticed his hesitation, so I told him to just say whatever he wanted without any worries."

"Don't be too greedy. Enough is enough. I'm lucky enough. If I continue to be greedy, something will happen."

Mo Hua nodded.

 Lao Yutou breathed a long sigh of relief, saluted the ink painting sincerely and said:

 “Thank you, young master, for the tip.”

Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Okay, then I'm leaving, and you just pretend I've never been here."

 After saying that the ink painting was clean and tidy, he turned around and left.

 Lao Yutou looked a little dazed, and then he began to think, why did this young master appear in the small fishing village so late?

 What on earth did he do here?

 Lao Yutou couldn't understand, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was probably the will of the river god.

The River God asked the young master to drive away the monks from the Wang family, and also bought his own fish, fulfilling his wish and giving his two grandsons the opportunity to join the sect.

Now he should also be a river god, let this young man wake him up.

 You should not be too greedy.

 Lao Yutou nodded deeply, looked back at the well, then put his fish tank on his back and turned around to leave.

 After Lao Yutou left, the area around the well was deserted, with no one else around.

After a while, a small figure condensed slightly again, and the figure appeared, it was the ink painting.

 He coaxed Old Yutou away, then came back quietly and came to the well.

Mo Hua had seen this well during the day, but didn't pay attention. Unexpectedly, something strange appeared in this well.

Mo Hua lay at the mouth of the well and took a look inside.

The well was completely dark.

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and explored the depths of the well. After a while, he noticed that there was water inside, and there were a few **** fish looming in the water.

As you go deeper, it becomes chaos, and you can't feel anything.

“The evil **** is hiding in the water of this well?”

 “How did you hide it?”

“Hosting flesh and blood? Building an altar? Or a preaching statue of an evil **** in the well water?”

 “But this isn't right either…”

Mo Hua frowned, "If the evil **** lives at the bottom of the well, then the whole village's fishing cultivators must have been contaminated by the evil **** long ago. There is no need to trick the old man into raising fish to spread evil thoughts like a 'plague'..."

“Besides, if the evil **** was at the bottom of the well, I would have discovered it long ago.”

In Mo Hua's eyes, black and white flashed, and he used both scheming and calculation to look into the well.

 There was indeed blood mist emerging from the well, but it was very light.

 Compared to that day, when he followed the dragon crossing the river and entered the small fishing village, the scarlet blood mist he saw through the calculation of the heavenly secrets was even lighter.

it's out of the question…

Moreover, based on Mo Hua's understanding of the nature of evil thoughts, if the evil god, or some of the evil god's remains, really resides at the bottom of the well, it must have been eager to get out by now, laughing maniacally and trying to eat itself. .

 “Where is the evil god...hiding?”

“What secrets are hidden in this well?”

Mo Hua frowned, thinking for a long time without a clue, and couldn't help but sigh.

Divinity… I'm so hungry…

 There is nothing to “eat”…

Mo Hua looked at the well again, like a greedy child who wanted to drink "fish soup", and couldn't help but think:

 “How about...jumping into the well and taking a look?”

As soon as this idea came to mind, it was suppressed by Mo Hua.

My spiritual consciousness is strong, but my physical body is very weak.

 Jumping into a well alone, if you encounter an evil spirit, or even an evil god, you can deal with it a few times. But if you encounter a fierce water demon, your life may be lost if you don't pay attention.

 It's not worth the risk.

 But Mo Hua also wanted to know what was at the bottom of the well.

 He frowned, thinking about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he remembered that he still had a "little toy".

 Mo Hua immediately opened the storage bag and took out a "little tiger" from inside.

This is a puppet that the puppet master once specially carved for him. There is also a spiritual pivot array drawn in ink on the inside, which can be controlled by his consciousness and move freely.

 The little tiger has the head and brain of a tiger.

Looking at the ink paintings, I still feel a little nostalgic.

He hasn't used these "little tigers" for a long time since he entered the Qianxue State boundary. At this time, he was going to explore the bottom of the well, just in time to try them out.

But the little tiger is made of wood and can float on water.

Mo Hua thought for a while, took a few iron blocks, tied them to the little tiger, and then threw it into the well.

 A "plop" sound.

 The little tiger fell into the water, was pressed by the iron block, and slowly sank to the bottom of the well.

The bottom of the well is drowsy, and the consciousness is unclear.

 The little tiger can't “swim” either.

Mo Hua could only use his spiritual consciousness to lead the little tiger, squeezing his paws, and slowly moving at the bottom of the well.

He doesn't need to, no matter how carefully the little tiger investigates, he only needs to determine whether there is any danger at the bottom of the well.

The little tiger swiped for a long time and moved a little distance. Suddenly his body trembled, as if he was hit by something. Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

 Then a dull, but intense, "plop, plop, plop" sound of water came from the well.

 There seemed to be a school of fish swimming around angrily.

Within a moment, Mo Hua felt that the little tiger had been swallowed by something, and then its breath completely disappeared.

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, and then felt happy.

 “Fortunately I didn't go down hastily…”

 But one of my little tigers...has been lost...

 Ink paintings are somewhat sad.

“What is it at the bottom of the well that swallowed my own little tiger?”

Mo Hua frowned and suddenly remembered the blood-colored fish monster in the sea of ​​​​consciousness that was transformed from the evil god's thoughts that night when he dreamed. It had sharp teeth, sharp mouth, ferocious eyes, fins turned into feet, and walked upright.

Mo Hua had a vague guess in his mind.

These blood fish, thrown into the well, are probably used to raise "gu".

They absorb human blood and will power, devour each other in the well water, and eventually evolve into a large **** fish demon entrenched in the deep well.

 This fish demon is the "medium" of the evil god's pollution.

 It is not very powerful at this time.

But once it feeds too much, and as it continues to devour and grow, the entire well will become a source of pollution, polluting the surroundings through the well water.

 The entire fishing village will also become a "hotbed" for the spread of evil spirits.

Mo Hua felt a little heavy in his heart and was still confused at the same time.

If this is the case, then this well is just a "medium" for the evil god's preaching, not the origin of the evil god.

These fish cannot be evil gods.

 Where is the true nature of the evil god?

Mo Hua put himself in his shoes and thought about it.

 If you are a "little evil god", or a "servant of God" who preaches devoutly for the evil god, you will definitely not put all your eggs in one basket.

 This also means that the medium of preaching and the foundation of evil spirits will not be placed in the same well.

 The true nature of the evil **** must be hidden and unknown, and must not be offended or blasphemed.

 The medium of preaching must also be hidden, but it must be spread widely, like well water, polluting believers.

 The two must be related, but cannot be completely isolated.

 “In that case, there is a problem with this well…”

The secret of the evil **** is probably hidden in the well, because apart from this well, there are no traces of other evil gods within a radius of ten miles.

“But what is the secret, where is it hidden, and how is it hidden?”

Mo Hua scratched his head, a little confused.

The bottom of the well is dangerous and you can't get there by yourself, but outside the well...

 Ink Hua circled around the mouth of the well again, but still found no other clues.

 No clues at all.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart: "The evil god's preaching is really weird and unpredictable..."

But he was not willing to give in and searched around the well again.

 But until the east turned white and it was almost dawn, still nothing was found.

Mo Hua sighed and could only give up temporarily.

 He became invisible again, quietly left the well, and then went straight to the familiar big tree at the entrance of the village, climbed up the branch, and continued to observe patiently.

 “I don't believe it anymore, I can't catch your little tail...”

Mo Hua is sitting cross-legged, a little angry.

 The morning sun rises, and the small fishing village remains as usual.

 Ink painting just stared and stared from morning to noon, and then watched the smoke rising from every house in the small fishing village while drinking fish soup.

 The mood of the ink painting is a bit complicated.

 This fish soup...can't be drunk...

 The more you drink, the more contaminated you will be by evil spirits.

 But he has no choice now, no way to remind, let alone alert the snake. He can only try to find out the root of the evil **** first, and see if he can find a solution from the root...

Mo Hua sighed.

Just as he was sighing, Mo Hua glanced out of the corner of his eye and was suddenly startled.

 He found an acquaintance…

His face is full of beards, muscles are knotted, and his complexion is dark. He looks like a big man who is proficient in water...

 It is the dragon crossing the river who has changed his vest!

 The eyes of the ink painting are bright.

 Finally caught myself!

 The dragon that had disappeared in the small fishing village for several days finally reappeared.

It was noon at this time. Dragon Crossing the River was carrying a fish basket and dressed as a fisherman. He was walking in the small fishing village as if no one else was around. No one suspected him.

The Dragon Crossing the River wandered around the village aimlessly, seeming to be checking on the conditions of the fishermen and looking for something.

Especially when passing by Lao Yutou's house, his eyes became deeper and thoughtful.

 Then he carried the fish basket and left the small fishing village.

Mo Hua hurriedly followed and found that after leaving the fishing village, Crossing the River Dragon walked to the Yanshui River and plunged into the river with a sudden force.

 After that, he was like a **** fish, swimming freely under the water.

Mo Hua has a strong spiritual sense, and he has studied the Bailang Jue, and is familiar with Bailang's body technique, and the method of driving water to avoid monsters. His spiritual sense has even a slight connection with the Yanshui River.

The Dragon Crossing the River seems to be sinking under the water, but it has always been under the nose of Mo Hua.

Every move he makes can be clearly seen by the ink painting.

As for the dragon crossing the river, he obviously didn't know anything about it.

Mo Hua just kept staring like this, and the dragon kept swimming across the river. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Mo Hua became a little anxious.

 Two days off, this is already the second day.

 In the evening, he had to go back to the sect to attend classes.

 But we have followed this far. If we miss it and lose the clue, we may not have such an opportunity in the future.

Moreover, it is better to deal with evil spirits sooner rather than later.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and sent a message to Gu Changhuai:

"Uncle Gu, I have made an important discovery. Please ask the sect for a day off for me!"

Uncle Gu is the Diansi of the Taoist court. He is more convincing when asking for leave on his behalf than asking for it himself.

Today, no matter what, I must uncover the secrets of the dragon crossing the river and the evil **** of the small fishing village...

The ink painting has a firm gaze.

After that, Crossing the River Dragon was just like before, swimming leisurely back and forth in the Yanshui River. He also caught a few fish in the process. It wasn't until it got dark that he landed ashore.

 After landing, he took out the fish basket, packed a few dead fish he had caught, and carried it to the small fishing village just like the previous days.

 Ink painting followed lightly.

After entering the small fishing village, the Dragon Crossing the River looked left and right warily. It still took the same route as that day, turned into the same narrow alley, and then disappeared directly.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

 But this time, he probably knew what was going on.

 The night was dark and the moonlight was cool.

The atmosphere in the air gradually became a little depressing.

Mo Hua stepped on the slightly moist ground in the small fishing village, smelling the increasingly strong fish smell, and walked straight towards the well behind the village.

 Arrived in front of the well, Mo Hua's eyes were slightly bright.

 Sure enough, the Dragon Crossing the River is also here!

Mo Hua walked forward gently and found that Dragon Crossing the River had put the fish basket aside, and then took out a pen and an inkstone from his arms.

 The pen hair is black and seems to be made of human hair.

The inkstone is white and as sharp as bone. When you grind the ink for a moment, blood flows out.

The Dragon Crossing the River used a human pen dipped in blood ink from a bone inkstone to draw an extremely special, crude and obscure pattern around the well.

Mo Hua was shocked when he saw this.

“This is...the evil formation pattern?”

This dragon crossing the river is actually a formation master?

Beside the evil well, the Dragon Crossing the River has pious eyes and humbly painted blood-colored formations.

The ink painting was standing aside, watching secretly.

As the formations become more and more numerous, the atmosphere in the well becomes more and more weird.

 Finally, when the dragon crossing the river had finished painting all the formation patterns, the well suddenly trembled, and then the cause and effect seemed to reverse.

This well, in the perception of the ink painting, becomes completely different...

An extremely strong, putrid fishy smell hit my face.

The strange scarlet blood mist gushes out from the well and gradually spreads outwards, eventually covering the entire small fishing village.

 It is as if the "seal" of this well has been opened...

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart. He looked at the formation beside the well with serious eyes.

 What kind of formation is this?

 Can actually seal the breath of the evil **** at the bottom of the well...

Mo Hua frowned, thinking hard, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

 “Seal…”

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

 Could this be what Huangshan Jun said, which is almost lost...

 Shinto formation? !

 (End of this chapter)

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