MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 547 Leaving the city

Chapter 547 Leaving the City

The soul-refining blood banner sealed the city, and the monstrous magic sword swept under it.

 Lishan City has become a ruin.

Yesterday there were carved beams and painted buildings, today they are in ruins. What was once glorious and magnificent is only a mess.

Dabai pulled the cart and walked in front.

Mo Hua, his junior senior brother, his junior senior sister and Aunt Xue followed behind. Along with the large group of monks from the Five Elements Sect, they left the Five Elements Sect together, walked out of the mountain guarding formation, and walked into the desolate Lishan City.

When Mo Hua saw the surrounding scene, he realized that the entire Lishan City had been an empty shell for a long time, and many of the merchants living inside were hidden demon cultivators.

 There are not many serious monks.

 When a disaster strikes, most of these monks will die, be injured, or flee.

The merchant monks are not local monks.

　　Come in pursuit of profit and leave after all the profit has been exhausted.

 No one wants to live or die with Lishan City, and no one cares about the survival of Lishan City.

 Flowers without soil are prosperous when they bloom, but wither in the blink of an eye.

 Lishan City, where every inch of land was worth every inch, saw its prosperity come to an end, revealing its desolate nature of earth, stone and clay sculptures.

 But Mo Hua doesn’t care about these.

 While walking on the road, he would occasionally look back, looking forward to seeing his master again.

 But in the end, I saw nothing.

Mo Hua lowered his head sadly.

 Bai Zisheng was also sad and patted Mo Hua on the shoulder.

Bai Zixi held Mo Hua's hand.

Aunt Xue looked surprised, but her expression was complicated. She sighed slightly and said nothing.

 Everyone walked out of Lishan City together.

The great elder and the elders of the Five Elements Sect took the lead, leading the way.

Although there is a sea of ​​blood above his head, the sword energy is everywhere.

 Lishan City was filled with blood and demonic energy overflowing.

 But this journey was smooth and windless.

 There is no evil spirit, no murderous intent, and no danger.

 As Mr. Zhuang said, it is a way to survive.

 The Great Elder was a little disbelieving, but also relieved, and sighed in his heart:

“Mr. Zhuang is indeed an expert. He has been very kind to our Five Elements Sect...”

The group of people was walking, and within a moment, they were in front of the gate of Lishan City.

 Out of the gate, he left Lishan City.

He also left the place of right and wrong, the place of purgatory.

 The great elder breathed a sigh of relief.

 But when he looked up, the breath he had just released suddenly came up again.

 His heart felt cold.

 In front of them, the city gate was suddenly wrapped in a sea of ​​blood, blocking the way forward.

At this moment, a group of strange monks were standing above the city gate.

The one in the middle is wearing a black robe, with white hair and a childlike face, and his eyes are deep and sinister.

 It is the ancestor of Xuan Mo!

On both sides of him, there was a pale old man carrying a box of evil swords, a white-faced boy with no beard, who looked like he was wearing an exquisite dead man's face, and a big man with fangs and blood-red eyes.

 Behind these people, there is a group of evil cultivators, at least those who are above the foundation level.

 The great elder’s eyes were horrified and his heart was broken with fear.

The monks from the Five Elements Sect also had pale faces.

Xuan Sanren smiled softly and said, "Under the blood flags, the ghosts of wronged souls are not allowed to be reincarnated. Not even a single remnant soul will be left. How could I let you go?"

“The Taoist government is very strict. I haven’t massacred a city in hundreds of years…”

“Today is a rare opportunity, let me make a joke…”

 …

 The great elder felt desolate.

 The old demon in the Feathering Realm!

 The Five Elements Sect is dead!

His face was miserable, and he was about to say something, but he saw the gentle smile on Xuan Sanren's face gradually fade away, as if he had seen something, and his expression became solemn.

The great elder followed Xuan Sanren's gaze and saw an old man sitting on a roof not far to the west, with a pale face and a body like a dead tree.

 It is the unfathomable old man next to Mr. Zhuang who is called "Puppet Lao".

 A glimmer of hope arose in the great elder's heart.

Xuan Sanren looked at the old man, his face was as dark as water, he cupped his hands and said:

 “Where is the master?”

The puppeteer looked at him lightly and said, "You don't deserve to know. I'll spare your life, so get out."

Xuan Sanren was extremely angry, sneered, and was about to take action. Suddenly he was startled, as if he remembered something, his expression changed drastically, and he lost his voice:

 “䱱is…”

 The old man’s eyes were cold and stern.

Xuan Sanren quickly shut up, too frightened to speak.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, his face trembled, and he arched his hands towards the puppet master. His figure gradually faded from the city gate and then disappeared.

The demon cultivators behind Xuan Sanren also looked stunned and shocked in their hearts:

 “What is the identity of this old man?”

 “Even Xuan San people have to show courtesy?”

 But they didn’t dare to ask.

I was afraid of speaking, offended this mysterious old man, and was afraid of improper speech.

The Xuan San people didn't dare to stop him, and they didn't even dare to stop him, so all the demon cultivators had to retreat.

 The demonic cultivators retreated one after another.

The great elder breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the puppet elder, and bowed from a distance.

 All the monks of the Five Elements Sect also looked solemn and saluted to the old man.

 Puppet Lao tapped his finger, and a dark fireball flew out.

The gate of Lishan City was shattered, the demonic energy was burned out, the blood flag burned a big gap, and the sea of ​​​​blood seemed to be torn apart, revealing a hole.

"Walk."

The old man only said this one word and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

The Great Elder felt grateful and bowed from afar. Then he looked back, waved his hand, and led the people of the Five Elements Sect toward the outside of Lishan City along the entrance of the cave opened by Puppet Lao...

Mo Hua also glanced at Puppet Lao and couldn't help but murmured:

 “Grandpa Puppet…”

The old man seemed to hear Mo Hua's voice. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Hua, and raised the corner of his mouth with a smile.

This is the first time Mo Hua has seen Puppet Lao smile.

Like a puppet’s smile.

　　Although stiff, even though it is a bit inconsistent, it is very gentle.

 Mo Hua’s ears also heard Puppet Lao’s hoarse and kind voice:

 “I’m here to see you off…”

Mo Hua felt a sore nose and waved vigorously to bid farewell to the old man.

The old man "laughed" again, and then said softly: "Let's go..."

"Um!"

Mo Hua nodded, glanced at Puppet Lao again, then reluctantly looked away and walked out of the city.

Puppet Lao looked at the small back of the ink painting and felt a little regretful.

Pity…

　　Can’t eat the pine nuts that this kid fried for himself…

There is no chance. Let’s teach him spells and play chess together again...

 He then laughed at himself:

 “My Taoist heart has also been shaken...”

 Puppet Lao shook his head, closed his eyes again, and sat up.

 …

And Mo Hua kept walking, passed the city gate, and left Lishan City, which was shrouded in a sea of ​​blood and full of demonic aura, danger, and murderous intent.

Also left, Lishan City where the master was...

 When looking back at the ink painting.

The soul-refining blood flags have been sacrificed and have completely covered the entire Lishan City.

What meets the eye is the monstrous sea of ​​blood, the ferocious magic sword, and the **** sword aura that fills the sky.

Mo Hua remembered all this in his heart, his eyes slightly cold.

 “Dare to plot against Master…”

 One day, I will kill all of you evil demons, tear this soul flag to pieces, smash this demon sword to explode, and crush all the secrets and causes of this demonic path...

 What kind of mysterious demon ancestor, what kind of golden elixir demon cultivator, what kind of magic treasure...

 You all just wait for me...

 …

At this time, Xuan Sanren, who was in Lishan City, had just recovered from the shock of the old man, when suddenly he felt heart palpitations again.

 He immediately took out a bone compass from his arms.

In the center of the compass, there is a lock sealed. The lock is soaked in black blood and engraved with ancient patterns. There is also a demon eye embedded in the center. The demon eye is fierce and blinks constantly.

 This is the most precious treasure of the devil's cause and effect: the secret lock of the underworld.

Xuan Sanren frowned:

 “This heavenly secret lock was...trembling just now?”

"What's the meaning?"

 “What is it afraid of?”

 “What is there to be afraid of?”

Xuan Sanren bit his finger and wiped it from his forehead, leaving a bloodstain. The blood stain squirmed on its own, and Xuansan's consciousness became more and more acute.

 He made a knot with his hands and thought about it carefully. After a while, he still looked confused.

 Nothing can be calculated...

 A mystery.

 But vaguely, there seemed to be a hint of omen.

 It was like I accidentally released a bunch of fish fry into the river. But among the fry, there seems to be a young and ferocious "crocodile".

But if you look carefully, you will see that the river is swaying, the waves are swaying, and you can't see anything.

Xuan Sanren was stunned, then shook his head, "It's an illusion..."

 What a coincidence…

 …

 There is a branch road dozens of miles away from the mountain city.

 The people of Mo Hua and the Five Elements Sect are about to part ways here.

 The elder looked at the ink painting with a complicated expression.

 The true inheritance of the Five Elements Sect lies in this child.

 The future blessings of the Five Elements Sect may also lie with this child.

Although he didn’t know what the true inheritance of the Five Elements Sect was, nor what the future blessings of the Five Elements Sect would be, Mr. Zhuang told him this, and he could only believe it.

 It’s just…

It’s hard to say whether the Five Elements Sect will still have this blessing in the future...

 The sect suffered this calamity, and its people were distraught.

From now on, they will also have to live a life of being dependent on others, which will not be comfortable.

These disciples will probably leave one by one.

 How many people will be left in the end is hard to say.

It might be better for him to be alive. After all, he is also a Golden elixir cultivator. But in a hundred or two hundred years, if he dies and the Five Elements Sect has no successors, will it be lost in the history of the cultivation world...

 The great elder sighed, worried.

He glanced at the ink painting and said goodbye: "Little sir, take care of it!"

Mo Hua also saluted and said: "Great Elder, take care!"

 “I hope there will be a day when we can see each other again…”

The great elder sighed in his heart, and then bowed to the ink painting, and then led the people of the Five Elements Sect on a road with an uncertain future...

 …

 On the other hand, ink painting went another way.

 This is a wide mountain road.

Dabai was pulling the cart and saw that Mo Hua seemed to be in a bad mood. He rubbed his head against Mo Hua affectionately, as if he wanted to comfort Mo Hua.

Mo Hua also hugged Dabai, but his expression was still a little down.

 Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were also a little sad.

While walking, Bai Zisheng suddenly asked Aunt Xue: "Aunt Xue, can you find my mother and ask her to rescue the master?"

Aunt Xue said bitterly: "For people of Mr. Zhuang's level, the matters involved are beyond our control..."

“Even as a madam, she cannot change many things.”

What's more, Madam... is also plotting against Mr. Zhuang...

 Aunt Xue did not say this clearly.

Bai Zisheng was a little dismayed.

Bai Zixi said: "Aunt Xue, where are we going now?"

Aunt Xue muttered: "Let's meet Madam first. Madam is also concerned about your safety. After that, she should go back to Bai's house..."

 “Go back to Bai’s house…”

Bai Zixi murmured and couldn't help but look at the ink painting.

Bai Zisheng also suddenly remembered something. He felt a little lonely, looked at the ink painting, and asked:

“Junior brother, do you want to go back to Bai’s house with us?”

 “Bai family?” Mo Hua was startled.

"Yeah." Bai Zisheng nodded, "You come with me to the Bai family, I will protect you, you don't have to worry about cultivation or anything else, inheritance, formations, everything is available..."

“Although it’s far inferior to Master, it’s still pretty good.”

 Ink painting is silent.

 He turned back again and glanced at Li Shancheng.

 He still wanted to see the master.

 Can’t be seen anymore…

 Golden elixir, feather…

 This level of cultivation is simply not something he can participate in.

 He is just refining qi...

Mo Hua sighed in despair, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I want to go back to Tongxian City to see my parents..."

 He has been away from home for a long time and wants to go back for a visit.

"It's okay," Bai Zisheng nodded, "I also want to go back and see Uncle Mo and Aunt Liu. Then, you can follow me to the Bai family..."

“Your understanding is so high and you have learned formations so well. Even in the Bai family, no one dares to look down on you..."

Mo Hua hesitated a little, "But, this is not good..."

 He is not from the Bai family...

Bai Zisheng said with a serious face, "What's wrong? You are my junior brother, and I am a family member. As a senior brother, I should naturally take care of you!"

"When we get to the Bai family, whoever looks down on you is looking down on me! Whoever bullies you is bullying me! I'll knock out his front teeth!"

Mo Hua was moved, but still shook his head.

Bai Zisheng said: "Don't be in a hurry, you can think about it slowly."

Bai Zixi also glanced at Mo Hua, and said in a clear but decisive voice:

 “When you get to the Bai family, no one dares to bully you!”

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Thank you, senior sister..."

The smile painted in ink is like a clear spring, clean and clear, flowing through the heart with warmth.

Bai Zixi looked away slightly.

Aunt Xue looked at them all. In her eyes, there was both relief and tenderness, as well as a hint of unbearability.

 Something beautiful, simple and clean.

But this world of cultivation is cold and cruel...

Mo Hua still shook his head, "I'll go back and see my parents first, and then we'll talk..."

 He has not thought about what will happen next.

 If he wants to build the foundation, he must solve the mystery of the great formation.

 This formation is difficult to understand.

 It may be one or two years, or it may be ten or twenty years...

 But no matter what, he must untie the great formation, and then step by step, according to the master's instructions, cultivate his spiritual consciousness to the extreme, and use the supreme spiritual consciousness to realize the great road!

 This process must be difficult and laborious.

There are still many secrets about him...

Although he couldn't bear to part with his little senior brother and sister, the Bai family... may not be a good place to go...

 …

 The boundaries of Dali Mountain are very large.

After leaving Lishan City, you will see the rolling Dali Mountain, with many mountains and winding mountain roads.

Mo Hua and his group were walking along the mountain road, getting further and further away from the mountain city.

 The mountains are like emeralds, and the clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining.

 The magnificent mountain scenery diluted the sorrow of separation, but left endless sadness.

The three of them, Mo Hua, all felt a little empty.

 After walking for a few days, Aunt Xue frowned.

Bai Zisheng then asked: "Aunt Xue, what's wrong?"

Aunt Xue thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "Nothing?"

After walking for another five or six days, Aunt Xue's expression became more and more solemn.

　Now several people realized something was wrong.

Bai Zixi said: "Aunt Xue, what happened?"

Aunt Xue hesitated for a moment and then said truthfully:

"Ten days ago, I sent a letter to Madam through jade slips, explaining the whole story, but for so many days, the news has not been spread. It seems that not only Lishan City, but the entire Dali Mountain has been blocked and isolated. News…”

The expressions of several people were a little solemn.

Mo Hua looked up and found that the sky was hazy. He could see the sky, but he couldn't "see" the original sky.

 It seems like something is blocking it.

“Aunt Xue, what is covering the sky?” Mo Hua asked.

Aunt Xue frowned and said: "Maybe it's...the secret lock of the underworld..."

 “Tianji lock?”

"Yes." Aunt Xue nodded, "The secret lock is a kind of secret magic weapon that can cover up the secrets, lock the cause and effect, and even isolate the news, so that other monks cannot see, detect, or deduce..."

“The righteous path has magical weapons such as heavenly secrets and locks, and the demonic path also has them.”

“However, to be able to seal off the secrets in such a large area and isolate the entire Dali Mountain, this kind of magic weapon must be extraordinary. It is very likely that it is one of the most precious treasures of the devil, the secret lock of the underworld..."

 “The treasure of the devil’s path, the secret lock of the underworld…”

Mo Hua nodded and silently remembered the name.

 “What to do now?” Bai Zisheng asked.

 “Let’s go out first, leave Dali Mountain…”

Aunt Xue frowned, but her expression was still very solemn.

After walking for a few more days, just when a few people were about to leave Dali Mountain, a group of monks suddenly appeared in front of them.

This group of monks appeared without any warning, but they seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

　　They were wearing black clothes, some were wearing **** clothes, and they looked different.

There are skinny Taoist priests with burn marks on half of their faces, fat Tutuos who can’t open their eyes with smiles, seductive nuns with lips as **** as fangs exposed, and corpse chasers carrying corpses on their backs...

These ten or so people have strange and strong auras, but they are also restrained.

 Surprisingly, they are all demon cultivators of the Golden Core Stage!

Among the crowd, the only person Mo Hua recognized was a late-stage foundation-building monk wearing a golden crown and five-color robes.

 It is also the original head of the Five Elements Sect—Liao Tiande.

He who was once the leader is now groveling with a flattering smile on his face.

Liao Tiande pointed at the people in the ink painting and said to an extremely handsome young man wearing **** clothes with a strange blood mark between his eyebrows:

“Holy Son, these people are the personal disciples of Mr. Na Zhuang...”

 (End of this chapter)