Asking about longevity

In Nanyue City.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said helplessly:

"Every time he makes such a big fuss, this child really doesn't make people worry..."

The old man glanced at him, "You look very proud..."

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but smile, "It's not bad."

After all, he is my disciple!

The old man was speechless, then frowned and said:

"Kneel down, the evildoer...the karma of contamination is huge..."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and corrected:

"First of all, this is not an evil act..."

"My senior brother arranged a trick to make the Corpse King a Taoist evil. There are two conditions."

"First, this Nanyue City will continue to refine zombies for another hundred years, and slowly commit murderous crimes. In the filthy air of corpses and the resentment of death, let this corpse king slowly wake up."

"Second, if the matter is exposed and the corpse king eats the master, it will immediately turn into evil."

"But evil cannot defeat good, and the evil formation of the Lingshu cannot defeat the absolute formation of the Lingshu."

"So Lu Chengyun can't be completely regarded as the master of the Corpse King from the beginning to the end. The master of the Corpse King has always been Mo Hua."

"It can't eat the ink paintings, so it can't eat the master."

"Therefore, this Corpse King can only be considered as half a Dao Evil. In other words, it is a Dao Evil fetus that has not transformed into a Dao Evil body."

Mr. Zhuang glanced at Mr. Puppet again and continued:

"Second, even if it is a Taoist evil, it doesn't matter."

"This kid, Mo Hua, made him kneel down based on his ability."

"Since kneeling down, it means surrender. This mark will be engraved in the Tao of Cause and Effect and cannot be changed."

"For ink painting, this is actually an opportunity..."

"As for how to use this heaven-defying cause and effect, he will have to learn it later."

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he also felt a little emotional:

"However, although it is a coincidence, it is still a bit... too outrageous to make Dao Ni kneel down..."

The old man said silently: "You didn't figure it out?"

Mr. Zhuang said displeased: "I'm not a magician, I can figure out everything..."

The old man looked at him silently, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice:

"This child's consciousness has reached the peak of the thirteen lines."

Mr. Zhuang nodded, a little pleased, but also a little surprised:

"Yeah, it's much faster than I thought..."

"What are you going to do next?"

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, raised his head, looked across the mountains and rivers into the distance, and said calmly:

"Go where you need to go..."

The old man frowned, "Do you really want to go?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "The past grudges must be settled."

Then he looked at the yard again.

In the yard, there are lush vegetation and clear water.

The big tree in the courtyard that protected from the wind and rain swayed in the wind, and the leaves fell one after another.

Under the big tree, Mo Hua and his younger senior brother and younger sister often get together to practice, meditate, learn formations, or chat and play, scenes emerge one by one...

Mr. Zhuang's expression was a little reluctant and a little melancholy.

"This journey is coming to an end..."

…

On top of the graveyard.

Mo Hua stood with his hands behind his hands and began to command the zombies to temporarily return to the mine and sleep in the mine.

The Corpse King lowered his head and followed behind Mo Hua.

The iron corpse is like a guard, protecting in front of Mo Hua.

And those tens of thousands of walking corpses lined up, walking steadily and step by step, towards the depths of the mine...

It's like returning home after a busy day of mining repairs at sunset.

Amid the bloodshed and cruelty, there was a certain amount of tranquility and serenity.

The zombies returned to the mountain, and order was maintained. This scene lasted all night.

Until dawn, the morning sun rises, the sky is filled with morning glow, and the bright glow shines on the peaks outside Nanyue City.

All the monks were stunned.

It was as if they were having a nightmare.

In the dream, there is the terrifying corpse king, the ferocious tide of corpses, and the struggle and bitter battle between life and death.

Now I wake up from the dream, the sun rises as usual, and everything disappears.

But they also know that this is not a dream.

They still clearly remember that under the bloody night, the corpse energy covered the sky, the corpse king's terrifying roar, and the twisted, terrifying aura of evil.

Also remember.

Such a terrifying corpse king was finally suppressed, half-kneeling, and surrendered in front of a young monk.

Mo Hua is the master of the Corpse King.

At the same time, he is like an enigmatic little devil.

The corpse king knelt down and the corpses worshiped him.

This incredible scene was inexplicably shocking, and it was clearly imprinted in their consciousness, and they could not forget it even if they wanted to.

They looked at the ink painting with lingering fear.

He was both grateful to Mo Hua for saving his life, but also fearful of the horror of Mo Hua ordering the corpses.

Now the zombies in Nanyue City all move based on his thoughts.

Life, death, misfortune, blessing, all depend on his thoughts.

Everyone tensed up.

But Mo Hua seemed to be fine.

His aura was restrained, and he looked like an ordinary, cute little monk.

It seemed that everything that happened before was not done by him and had nothing to do with him. He even asked Yang Jishan:

"Uncle Yang, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry..."

He controlled the zombies to return to their nests, which consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Now that he calmed down, he realized that he was hungry.

There was some dried meat in his storage bag.

But it was made by his mother, and he was reluctant to eat it on weekdays, so he always saved it.

Yang Jishan hesitated when he heard this.

For a moment, everyone didn't know what expression to show...

…

It took one night.

Under the control of Mo Hua, all the zombies, including the Zombie King and the Iron Corpse, temporarily returned to the mine and lived in the depths of the mine.

Mo Hua simply laid out the formation.

Yang Jishan also strictly ordered that no monks were allowed to enter the mine without permission.

This mine is a complete mountain of corpses.

Moreover, there is still a corpse king sleeping in the mountain.

After placing the corpses and leaving some Taoist soldiers to guard them, the other monks temporarily returned to the city to rest.

Mo Hua also returned to the cave with his senior brothers and sisters.

He controlled the corpse for a night, and his spiritual energy was a bit exhausted, and he was also a little tired. At this time, the matter was resolved, and he had a full sleep.

Mo Hua woke up and found that Yang Jishan had been waiting for him outside for a long time.

Unlike the ink paintings, Yang Jishan did not dare to sleep at all.

As soon as he lay down, he remembered the terrifying Taoist evil, the powerful corpse king, the ferocious group of corpses, the broken sunset gun, and the Taoist soldiers and monks who died at the mouth of the zombies.

Thinking of the mastermind behind nourishing evil.

I think of ink paintings that look innocent but are not transparent at all.

Reminds me of the shocking scene on the graveyard where the Corpse King knelt down.

I also remembered that today's thousands of zombies are still controlled by ink paintings...

His head hurt so much.

My head is also a mess.

Yang Jishan's face was pale, his breath was weak, and his eye circles were still dark.

The ink painting is just the opposite. After a good sleep, he looks energetic, his eyes are shining, and even his cheeks are round.

"Uncle Yang, is something wrong?"

Mo Hua asked curiously when he saw Yang Jishan.

How could it be okay!

Yang Jishan felt bitter in his heart, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

"Is it about those zombies?" Mo Hua asked again.

Yang Jishan nodded, finally bit the bullet and asked nervously: "What are you going to do?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and said nothing.

Yang Jishan pretended to be calm, but his heart was in his throat.

One corpse king, dozens of iron corpses, and tens of thousands of walking corpses.

Forming corpse soldiers, what a powerful force this is!

He was afraid that Mo Hua would make some excessive demands.

Or simply, relying on "corpse" self-respect, go astray and become a complete little devil.

Yang Jishan felt uneasy.

At this moment, Mo Hua asked: "Uncle Yang, how does the Taoist general deal with this kind of corpse disaster?"

Yang Jishan was stunned, thinking for a moment, and then slowly said:

"When dealing with corpse disasters, Daoting usually hunts down the culprits."

"The corpse cultivators who practice corpse skills and refine zombies will bear the brunt of the attack. They will be arrested and questioned. If there is resistance, they will be killed without mercy."

"If they are captured alive, they will all be thrown into Dao Prison and sentenced according to the crime. The lightest sentence is to be exiled to the Southern Wilderness and used as cannon fodder in the war. In addition, most of them are executed, but the method of death is different."

"The more serious the sin, the slower and more painful the death."

"Except for corpse cultivators, all zombies will be burned."

"Because zombies are immortal and contain corpse poison. Once they are contaminated with blood and the corpse energy changes, they will still rise up to kill and eat people. And the spread of corpse poison will be extremely harmful..."

"In addition, all evil weapons and evil arrays used to refine corpses will be destroyed."

"The monks who shield the corpse cultivator, condone the corpse refining, and assist the corpse cultivator are guilty of the same crime as the corpse cultivator..."

…

Yang Jishan told Mo Hua in detail.

After hearing this, Mo Hua pondered: "In other words, these zombies must be burned, right?"

Yang Jishan was a little uneasy, nodded slightly and said:

"Yes……"

"I understand." Mo Hua nodded, "Then let's do it."

Yang Jishan was startled, "Burn it?"

"yes."

Yang Jishan was a little unbelievable, "The Iron Corpse and the Corpse King were all burned?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, "What else?"

Yang Jishan was shocked, but he still couldn't hold it back and asked in a low voice:

"Don't you want to keep it?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "They are all harmful things. What should I keep them for? Moreover, if I keep them, they will be very harmful. The Corpse King can easily lose control, so naturally he has to burn them. The task of eradicating evil is done, and everything is over..."

Yang Jishan opened his mouth and was so moved that he almost cried.

What a child who understands justice well!

He had previously thought that Mo Hua had selfish motives, so he was uneasy. It turned out that he was too small.

"But..." Mo Hua said again.

Yang Jishan's heart "thumped" again.

Generally speaking, after saying "but", nothing good will happen...

His mood became tense again.

"I have something to do for these zombies," Mo Hua said.

Yang Jishan's heart felt cold, but he still asked in a deep voice:

"What's up?"

Mo Hua said: "I want to control these zombies and build a mine."

"Mine?" Yang Jishan frowned.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "Build a mine..."

"The ones who suffered the most from this wave of corpses were actually the mining repairmen in Nanyue City."

"They have a very hard life. They are short on spiritual stones and live a hard life. After death, they will be turned into zombies to help the evil tyrants and die in peace."

"While alive, you are exploited by others, and after death, you will be enslaved by others..."

"After this wave of corpses, a large area of ​​the mine collapsed. The formations inside the mines were damaged, corpse aura was deep, and evil and filth were breeding. They can no longer be used."

"Without mining, the casual cultivators in Nanyue City will lose their livelihood."

"If they leave like this, they won't be able to survive."

"So I want to build a larger mine, connect several mines, build a more complete formation, strengthen the mountain, remove the corpse aura, cleanse the evil and filth, and try to increase the output of the mine..."

"Let the casual cultivators in Nanyue City have a stable place to make a living. They don't have to risk their lives and worry about it. They won't be buried in the mines due to accidents, leaving orphans and widowed mothers alone..."

"But this will require a lot of material and manpower."

"I have the material resources, but the manpower is relatively limited."

"Because when a new mine is built and connected to the mine, it is inevitable that it will encounter monsters in the mountains, or it will suck the filth and filth deep in the mine. It is also very dangerous in itself."

"A monk in the Qi refining stage cannot do these things, and his life will be in danger."

"But the walking dead can."

"Most of these walking corpses were mining repairmen in Nanyue City when they were alive..."

"There may also be their parents, relatives, or close friends in the city."

"I want them to bring another blessing to their living relatives, friends, and future generations before they truly die..."

Yang Jishan was shocked.

He couldn't help but look at the ink painting and saw that his eyes were like water, crystal clear.

The golden sunlight shines on him through the big trees.

Yang Jishan took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and bowed solemnly to the ink painting.

…

The next thing will proceed according to Mo Hua's plan.

These zombies are meant to be burned.

The Corpse King is the scourge of Taoism. It has three owners and has a record of devouring its owners. Although the final owner is himself, Mo Hua does not intend to keep it.

Otherwise it will be a disaster sooner or later.

The other iron corpses and walking corpses will naturally be burned.

To burn zombies, you need to use the corpse burning array.

This formation is said to be specially designed by Daoting's formation power to eliminate corpses.

It can not only burn the zombie body, but also burn away the corpse poison without leaving any traces.

Mo Hua has seen the formation, and it is indeed cleverly conceived. It uses both fire and earth to cover the water, and uses fire to convert poison. It is indeed very practical.

Mo Hua took a second look and secretly learned from it...

But there are too many zombies in Nanyue City.

This is a large-scale corpse disaster. Correspondingly, the scale and number of corpse-burning formations required are not small.

But these are all the responsibility of Daoting.

Don't worry about the ink painting.

He just needs to find a way to build a large mine.

This move was also approved by Yang Jishan and supported by all the Taoist monks present.

Some of them really understand the difficulties of Nanyue City's casual cultivators and want to do something good.

Some simply want to sell favors for the sake of the ink paintings.

There are still some people who are reluctant in their hearts, but they can't forget the scene where Mo Hua made the Corpse King kneel down, and they are afraid of Mo Hua and don't dare to disobey.

The last group of people, seeing that everyone agreed, thought they couldn't be less gregarious, so they agreed...

Despite the differences in people's hearts and the complexity of the situation, a consensus was reached.

Yang Jishan has connections in the Taoist Military Department, and the other monks are also the children of monks from Daozhou, Qianzhou, Kunzhou and other aristocratic families and sects.

With their endorsement, it will be much easier to implement this matter.

Building a new large mine requires manpower and material resources.

Manpower has been taken care of.

Zombies are “human” forces.

This may be the most meaningful thing they have done since becoming zombies.

Other than that, it’s all about material resources.

The material resources for building the mine came from the Daoting Division of Nanyue City.

The Nanyue City Daoting Department is extremely corrupt from top to bottom.

Especially the head of Nanyue City, I don’t know how many bribes he has accepted from the Lu family.

After collecting them all, it is estimated to be a large amount of spiritual stones.

Of course, the head of Nanyue City has already been dismissed from his post and imprisoned. After being convicted and sentenced, he will definitely not survive.

I just don’t know what kind of death it will be.

Besides that, there is the Lu family.

The Lu family was ransacked.

All the confiscated property was used to build mines.

These spiritual stone properties were originally exploited layer by layer from the mining cultivators, but now they are just returned to their original owners and used again on the mining cultivators.

Take it from the people and use it for the people.

Mo Hua had already considered these things before, but the actual confiscation of homes still depended on Yang Jishan and his Taoist soldiers.

Yang Jishan was not polite.

Taoist soldiers ransacked homes, and they were familiar with the road.

The number of spirit stones confiscated was extremely large, including millions of spirit stones. Yang Jishan, who was born in a wealthy family, was quite shocked and couldn't help but sigh:

"This Lu Chengyun, no, this Lu family, is so rich?"

"And this boss actually embezzled nearly a million dollars..."

But Yang Jishan also knew it in his heart.

In this world, there is no wealth without reason.

The wool ultimately comes from the sheep.

The poorer the casual cultivators in Nanyue City are, the richer they are.

The richer they are, the poorer the casual cultivators become.

They are so rich, which means how poor the casual cultivators in Nanyue City have become over the years...

There were too many spiritual stones, and it would have been impossible to keep them.

The Daoting will find a way to confiscate it, and then snap it up layer by layer, so that the monks from all sides who handle it will have their mouths full of oil.

But this thing is too big.

It was a matter of evildoing, it was revealed, and there were many family forces involved. In full view of the public, no one dared to take advantage of it.

Therefore, in order to quell the disaster, Yang Jishan made the final decision.

This spiritual stone was finally left in Nanyue City.

With both manpower and material resources available, Mo Hua also began to formally build a new large mine that connected several mines.

Thanks to PYHuang and ChanSO for the tip~