Asking about longevity

Mo Hua felt that this matter was full of doubts. After thinking about it, he had no clue.

Just wait until we catch this gray-clothed monk.

Everything has a breakthrough.

After the battle at Baihua Tower, Mo Hua had almost figured out the trump card of the gray-clothed monk.

It would be much easier to trick him again.

On the way back, Mo Hua thought about something and then sighed.

These days, he has practiced regularly, and his cultivation has increased step by step.

However, the enhancement of spiritual consciousness has stopped at the twelve lines, and it is difficult to make further progress.

First, because there are no twelve-line formations for him to learn, his spiritual consciousness grows slowly;

The second reason is because of the Taoist monument.

Ever since Mo Hua used the Dao stele to realize the Tao Yun, the Dao stele has been overloaded and has not fully recovered yet.

Mo Hua's daily practice of formations has been greatly reduced, and his spiritual consciousness has only grown minimally.

According to this progress, it is possible that when building the foundation, the spiritual consciousness will not be able to break through the thirteen lines.

The Dao Monument is slowly recovering, and the first-grade and twelve-mark formations are even more difficult to find.

Mo Hua searched for so long but still found nothing.

At present, it seems that the only clue is to find Yan Jiaoxi.

But where is Yan Jiaoxi?

Mo Hua sighed again.

Bai Zisheng was a little surprised and asked:

"Mo Hua, are you worried?"

Mo Hua nodded, "The growth of spiritual consciousness is too slow..."

If you can't find Yan Jiaoxi, you can't find the ultimate formation. If you don't have the ultimate formation, you can't hone your spiritual consciousness. If you can't temper your spiritual consciousness, then you won't be able to prove the Tao with your spiritual consciousness as Mr. Zhuang said.

Cultivate the ultimate spiritual consciousness, perfect the formation, and strive for the great road.

Mo Hua's current spiritual consciousness is still far from the standard given by Mr. Zhuang.

"How conscious are you now?"

Bai Zisheng asked curiously.

He only knew that Mo Hua had strong spiritual consciousness and had a foundation-building level, but he had not asked specifically how strong it was.

He has never learned the art of ink painting, has no way to learn it, and cannot learn it.

Mo Hua muttered: "Only twelve patterns..."

Bai Zisheng was slightly startled, "How much?"

"twelve……"

Bai Zisheng was silent.

Just twelve lines...

This has immediately reached the limit of spiritual consciousness in the early stage of foundation building.

Generally, formation masters who have ten lines of spiritual consciousness and foundation-building realm can try to learn second-level formations.

Most second-level formation masters have around eleven or twelve lines of spiritual consciousness at the beginning.

It was also the first time for Bai Zisheng to hear that Qi refining monks could have twelve lines of spiritual consciousness.

And it seemed that Mo Hua was still unhappy.

He looked reluctant and unsatisfied.

Even if you get a bargain, you still behave well!

Bai Zisheng was so angry that he couldn't help scratching Mo Hua's head.

Even Bai Zixi on the side couldn't hold back, and together with Bai Zisheng, scratched Mo Hua's hair.

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

But who would let him be his junior brother? He would not argue with his junior brothers or sisters.

After several people returned to the cave.

Mo Hua took out a Sinan Mother Formation compass.

On this compass, there is a painting of Sinan Mother Formation.

The corresponding Sinan Zi Formation was painted in ink on a fine needle made of fine iron using a micro-engraving technique.

These fine needles were given to Bai Zisheng in advance by Mo Hua, so that when he fought with the gray-clothed monks, he could stab them into the gray-clothed monks' clothes or body without anyone noticing.

In this way, he could judge the position of the sub-formation based on the Sinan mother formation and track the whereabouts of the gray-clothed monk.

The monk in gray clothes paid for the murder of the mine cultivator, and then bought the corpse of the mine cultivator. I don't know what he was doing.

But it won't be a good thing anyway.

During today's battle, the elixir that he took that could transform into dead corpses, increase his strength, and be bloody and evil was probably made from corpses.

Over the past few decades, countless mine repairmen have lost their lives because of this.

I don’t know how many mining repair families have fallen apart because of this.

Mining repairmen are already in poverty and it is not easy to make a living. Moreover, they have to be cared about by such crooked people, leaving their bodies intact.

Mo Hua's face turned cold.

Therefore, this gray-clothed monk must be killed!

But before killing him, Mo Hua also wanted to ask if he knew the whereabouts of Yan Jiaoxi.

Yan Jiaoxi disappeared in the mine.

The worst-case scenario is that he is killed by Wang Lai and others, and his body is sold to the gray monk.

There is also a possibility that Yan Jiaoxi discovered something and followed the clues to investigate...

In this case, Yan Jiaoxi is likely to have an intersection with this gray-clothed monk.

In any case, the ink painting needs to be confirmed.

However, there was no light spot on the compass of Sinan's mother formation, which also meant that there was no trace of the monk in gray.

"broken?"

Bai Zisheng frowned.

Mo Hua checked the formation and shook his head, "It's not broken."

"That means...your Sinanzi needles were discovered by him?"

"Even if it is discovered and the needle is lost or damaged, there will be some reaction on the compass."

Bai Zixi thought for a moment and said slowly:

"Because of the escape technique?"

Mo Hua was startled and then figured it out.

The monk in gray clothes can escape into the earth, which will cover the breath of the formation and affect the connection between the child and mother formations.

He didn't appear on the mother formation, or he was still in the secret passage and didn't come out.

Either the gray-clothed monk used his escape technique and landed on the ground somewhere.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said:

"Hold on."

As a monster hunter, you must have enough patience when hunting prey.

This is what his father Mo Shan taught him.

Two days later, Situ Fang came over and told Mo Hua that Daotingsi had found out the identity of the monk in gray.

"This man's name is Zhang Quan, a monk from Nanyue City. His family has been engaged in longevity materials for generations..."

"Shou Cai?" Mo Hua was slightly startled.

"It's the coffin."

"Oh." Mo Hua understood.

Doing coffin business...

It matches well with the image, temperament, and deeds of the gray-robed monk.

Situ Fang continued:

"Thirty years ago, Zhang Quan's parents died, and he was the only one to take care of the longevity food store..."

"Zhang Quan's aura is a bit gloomy and he doesn't talk to the monks in the neighborhood, but because he is in the business of dead people, everyone is not surprised."

"Zhang Quan occasionally gambles and often goes whoring..."

"I asked several female nuns in Baihua House and learned from them that Zhang Quan often lives in a brothel, but rarely shows his true face to others."

"The monks who know Zhang Quan don't know that he is actually a foundation-building monk."

Mo Hua asked: "Have you been to Zhang Quan's residence?"

Situ Fang nodded, "I've been there, the store is closed. We broke in and found that all the longevity materials inside had been burned, and some other items had also been destroyed."

"I don't know if he did it himself or if he had accomplices helping him destroy the evidence."

"The question now is, what exactly did he use to buy the body?"

"Was the elixir he took that day made from corpses?"

"If so, where was it made? Where is the alchemy furnace? How did you get the recipe? How did you purchase the herbs for refining the evil elixir?"

"Did he do it by himself, or was someone helping him do it?"

"Besides that, does he have any other ulterior motives..."

…

After Situ Fang finished explaining the matter, he sighed:

"Daotingsi has issued a wanted order. If we catch him, these things should be revealed."

Then she looked at the ink painting and felt a little worried:

"Be careful these days."

"That day at Baihua Tower, he tried every possible means to kill you. Now that he has escaped to the dark, he might attack you..."

Mo Hua nodded, "Well, I know it well."

Situ Fang was still a little worried.

Mo Hua then said: "Don't worry, I will follow my senior brothers and sisters, they will protect me."

Situ Fang felt relieved, chatted for a while, drank a few cups of tea, and left.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

He has strong spiritual consciousness and good concealment skills, so it is impossible for Zhang Quan to find him.

And now, it's not him looking for Mo Hua, but Mo Hua looking for him.

The young Mo Hua is the hunter, and Zhang Quan in this foundation-building stage is the prey.

In the next few days, when Mo Hua had free time, he would pull out the Sinan Compass and check what was going on on it.

Three days later in the afternoon, it finally became bright on the compass.

Two spots of light shine together, while the other spot of light is a little dim.

It seems that Zhang Quan found a sub-pin, so he broke it and threw it away.

As for the other two, he didn't find them, so they should still be on him.

Mo Hua was refreshed.

The truth is finally revealed...

Mo Hua took out the map of Nanyue City and found that the bright spot was a remote mine outside the city.

There are many mines outside Nanyue City.

Some of these mines belong to the Lu family, the Nanyue Sect, the Dao Tingsi, and some are occupied by other large and small families, sects or dead people.

Some mines are being exploited; some are not yet exploited due to various reasons;

Some mines have been exhausted and abandoned.

Zhang Quan's hiding place is an abandoned mine.

The three people in Mo Hua, wearing cloaks and hiding their figures, left Nanyue City and arrived at the mine where Zhang Quan was hiding.

It was a small mine, dirty and messy.

Because it was abandoned, it had no popularity at all.

Instead, the mines were filled with an old air of death.

Mo Hua glanced at him with his consciousness, his eyes slightly cold.

There is a lot of gloomy atmosphere in this mine.

The corpses of the mine repairmen that Zhang Quan bought may be hidden here.