Chapter 578 Human Trafficker

Mo Hua said excitedly: "Divine mind turns into sword? How? What kind of sword is it? How to drive it with divine mind?"

Huang Shanjun had a complicated expression, "How should I know..."

I was the one who was killed by the 'Divine Mind Turning into Sword', not the one who killed people with the 'Divine Mind Turning into Sword'...

Mo Hua said again: "Then the Divine Mind Turning into Sword is very powerful?"

Huang Shanjun nodded, "You can see how miserable I am now after being killed..."

Mo Hua glanced at Huang Shanjun and had a little doubt, "You are not powerful either..."

How can it be said that the 'Divine Mind Turning into Sword' is powerful?

Huang Shanjun was embarrassed and annoyed, "This is a different time!"

"Back then! I was the mountain king! I had the final say on this mountain!"

"It's just that I made a mistake, and my heart was filled with evil spirits. My Taoism was destroyed in an instant, so I am so miserable. I was defeated by you, and I was defeated by..."

Mo Hua frowned and looked dangerous.

Huang Shanjun immediately swallowed the three words "bullied by the 'dog'".

It can't be said that a tiger in a low position is bullied by a "dog"...

This little monk is quite capable, at least he is a "little tiger", or a "little evil tiger"...

The "man-eating" evil tiger...

If you can avoid provoking him, don't provoke him...

Mo Hua still didn't believe it, "Were you really powerful before?"

"Of course..."

Mo Hua thought: "This is the second-grade small state boundary of Ganzhou. No matter how powerful you are, you are just a second-grade mountain god. How powerful can you be?"

"You don't understand this... I used to..."

Huang Shanjun had a long and narrow face and a conceited face, but he stopped talking halfway and smiled awkwardly:

"...It is indeed just a second-grade small mountain god..."

Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously.

Huang Shanjun felt guilty when Mo Hua stared at him, and looked up at the sky, pretending that nothing happened.

Mo Hua felt that it had a big problem, but now it had softened, so it was not easy to be ruthless. Moreover, it was a mountain god after all, so he couldn't be too rude.

Mo Hua was still more concerned about the "mind-turning sword"...

"What does the sword cultivator who can turn his mind into a sword look like? Do you know his name?"

Huang Shanjun shook his head, "I don't know. I only remember that he was dressed in white, as graceful as a fairy, and had that terrifying sword spirit. As for what he looked like, I didn't dare to look closely, and I didn't dare to ask his name..."

"What sect is that?"

Huang Shanjun still shook his head.

Mo Hua was helpless and looked at Huang Shanjun with disdain, "Why don't you know anything?"

Huang Shanjun was very helpless.

What can I do?

I was killed by a sword, and I couldn't avoid that person, so how could I dare to ask questions.

"The sword cultivator in white killed the evil mountain god..."

Mo Hua could only remember this clue, and then find a way to check it out after joining the sect.

See if we can find out who can "transform divine consciousness into sword", find out the method to "transform divine consciousness into sword", master the method of releasing divine consciousness and manifesting it into sword...

This way, if we encounter some evil spirits, or divine consciousness like Huang Shanjun, we can also transform divine consciousness into sword and kill them with one sword in the sea of ​​consciousness...

Mo Hua muttered silently in his heart.

Huang Shanjun shuddered immediately.

It didn't know what Mo Hua was thinking in his little head, but without thinking, it knew that it must not be a good thing, and it might be a very scary thing...

Otherwise, I wouldn't feel the chill on my neck...

"Little sir..." Huang Shanjun showed an extremely kind and even somewhat flattering smile, "The mountain wind is cool, you should rest early, tomorrow morning, you can still travel..."

It wanted to send this little ancestor away as soon as possible...

"I'm not sleepy!" Mo Hua said.

There is a stele in his sea of ​​consciousness, even if he doesn't sleep, he doesn't feel sleepy.

Huang Shanjun felt bitter.

Little ancestor, you should be sleepy for a while.

You are not sleepy, this long night is so hard for me to endure...

Mo Hua still has many things to think about.

For example, how to become a mountain god, what is good karma?

If a mountain god gives birth to evil spirits, will it become an evil god? Why do you need to eat incense? Why do you need to be worshipped?

And so on and so forth...

It was still early before dawn, and Mo Hua wanted to catch Huang Shanjun and ask him one by one, but just as he was about to speak, he was startled and looked out the door.

Huang Shanjun was a little surprised to see Mo Hua's abnormality.

After a moment, he was also stunned.

"Someone is coming outside..."

Mo Hua nodded.

Huang Shanjun looked stunned.

It now understood that the spiritual consciousness of this little cultivator must be extraordinary.

In his own mountain world, he could actually sense the slightest movement in advance than himself.

"We need to hide..."

Huang Shanjun glanced at Mo Hua weakly and asked for Mo Hua's opinion.

Mo Hua nodded, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, turning into a wisp of white smoke, which curled into the mountain god statue.

Mo Hua wiped off the warm fire array on the ground, and also performed the Water Step, along the wall, vertically "walking" up the beam, hiding behind the huge, but half-broken beam, performing the concealment technique, hiding well.

After a while, subtle footsteps sounded outside the temple.

Although the footsteps were lowered, they were still clearly audible in the quiet mountain night, especially in Mo Hua's perception.

Two strange monks hid outside the temple gate, lowered their bodies, and peeked into the temple. At the same time, they released their spiritual sense and scanned the circle, then let down their guard and said to the back:

"Brother, there is no one in the temple..."

Someone spoke from behind.

"It's too late, this bird road is too difficult to walk..."

"I've been tired for a few days..."

"Rest in the temple for a while..."

"Tiger bless you..."

"Your head is on your head, your life is in your hands, tiger bless you!"

…

A group of people walked into the ruined temple chattering.

Ink Hua peeked through the gap between the beams and took advantage of the moonlight to see that the ruined temple was bustling with people, and there were more than ten people.

Most of them are monks in the early stage of foundation building.

There were people with knives, some with swords, and a few people pushing a roller coaster. There were several storage boxes on the car, and I didn't know what was in the boxes.

The current monk is wearing green clothes and wearing a sword. He is middle-aged and looks elegant.

He seems to be the leader of this group of people.

Although his cultivation is in the early stage of foundation building, he is obviously deeper than others, and his footwork is also very methodical.

Mo Hua heard others call him "Boss Jiang".

Boss Jiang entered the temple, looked around, nodded and said:

"We have been working day and night. We are all tired. Let's rest in the temple. We will go on the road again tomorrow morning to deliver the goods. We can also save some spiritual stones and live more relaxedly..."

His voice was gentle and refined.

The other monks also nodded, put down their luggage, found a clean place in the temple, and sat down cross-legged.

Some people took out dry food and ate it, some drank wine to relieve their fatigue, and some people were probably very sleepy and lay down to sleep.

There were also a few people talking in low voices, while Mo Hua listened with perked ears.

"Boss, there are still a few days left..."

"Three or four days' journey..."

"How much can you earn?"

"Don't think so much, wait until you get it..."

"other people……"

"It's just us..."

…

Several people chatted for a long time.

Mo Hua was a little confused when he heard what they were talking about. He was about to listen again when suddenly Boss Jiang's expression changed.

"wrong!"

When the other monks heard this, they looked shocked.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"What happened?"

Boss Jiang stood up, slowly looked around, and said with a sharp look, "There is someone here!"

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

Everyone in the ruined temple was even more shocked. They stood up one after another, released their spiritual consciousness, scanned carefully, and then frowned.

"Boss, no one..."

Boss Jiang wiped the ground with his hand and looked alertly, "The ground is still warm. There are obviously monks who took warmth here not long ago..."

He looked around again and found the leftover potato skins that Mo Hua had eaten.

He pinched the potato peel with a puzzled look on his face.

Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Boss, look!"

Boss Jiang heard the sound and immediately walked over. Following the man's pointing, he saw that there were horizontal and vertical lines on the ground, as if someone had just painted them...

Boss Jiang's heart trembled, "This is... a formation?!"

Then his gentle eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said sternly: "Everyone be on alert!"

All the monks present felt sleepy and drew out their swords and circulated their spiritual power with extremely solemn expressions.

But after a while, there was still no sound in the ruined temple.

Whether it was with the naked eye or with spiritual perception, they found no trace.

Someone hesitated and said: "Boss, could I have made a mistake..."

Boss Jiang frowned, thought for a moment, shook his head and said:

"No, the formation has just been wiped away, and there is still residual warmth, which means that someone stayed in this ruined temple not long ago..."

"In these desolate mountains and ridges, the mountains are desolate and the roads are far away. There is only this ruined temple. That person will not leave. He probably saw that there are many of us, so he hid..."

"Or... they're ambushing us..."

The other monks all looked stern.

"Boss, what should I do?"

Boss Jiang pondered for a moment, then looked at the ruined temple and said loudly: "Where is my fellow Taoist, why don't you come and see me?"

"We are destined to meet each other..."

"You and I have no grievances, and we will not do anything bad to you. We meet on a barren mountain and make friends..."

…

Boss Jiang was polite in his words, but Mo Hua was unmoved.

How can he know whether this group of people is good or bad?

Boss Jiang's mouth was broken, but when he saw that there was still no movement around him, his eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice:

"This fellow Taoist, if you don't know how to praise me, don't blame me for being rude..."

"After I demolish this ruined temple, smash this statue, and raze this place to the ground, I'll see where you can hide..."

Demolish the temple?

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked down, and saw Huangshanjun parasitizing in the statue, with a sullen look on his face, but he was helpless.

It is now in dire straits and cannot deal with this group of foundation-building monks at all.

If the gates and courtyards are torn down and the clay sculptures inhabited are destroyed, the foundation may really be broken.

Ink painting doesn't matter.

The mountain is so big and the night is so deep. Even if the temple is demolished, he can still run away. But Huangshan Jun can outrun the mountain god, but not the temple...

He still had a bunch of questions he wanted to ask this down-and-out mountain god.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then removed the concealment technique, and said in a clear voice:

"I `m coming out!"

Boss Jiang was startled when he heard the sound. He thought that the people who dared to stay here due to the dark night and deep mountains must be experienced monks who are used to walking at night.

But why does this voice sound so childish?

Before he could recover, he saw a young monk jumping down from the beam. He had a small body, a handsome face, and an innocent expression.

Boss Jiang was stunned, then felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but ask:

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him, "Are you the ghost?"

Boss Jiang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mo Hua's voice and appearance were so flexible and vivid that he really didn't look like a ghost, but a living little monk.

But then, he frowned again, "Are you alone?"

Naturally, Mo Hua would not say that he was alone, he would only say:

"I got separated from my master, senior brother, and senior sister. I'm going to rest in the ruined temple for now, and I'll go find them tomorrow."

There are teachers...

Boss Jiang frowned slightly, but didn't take it to heart.

But there was one thing that made him very puzzled, so he said in a deep voice:

"Why can't we find you when we enter?"

Mo Hua said confidently:

"how could I know?"

"You can't find me, shouldn't you find the reason in yourself?"

"Is it because of insufficient cultivation, weak spiritual awareness, or lack of vigilance?"

"What does it have to do with having a child like me?"

When Mo Hua said this, a group of people's faces turned red with shame and anger, but they seemed unable to refute.

They seem...to blame only their own incompetence...

You can’t blame this kid for hiding it well...

Seeing how "self-aware" they were, Mo Hua nodded slightly.

A big man approached Mr. Jiang, moved his lips slightly, and said in a very thin voice:

"what to do?"

"Do you want……"

The big man's eyes were cold and he held a knife in his hand.

His movements were very small and his voice was very soft, but Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was strong and he still heard it, but he pretended not to hear it.

Boss Jiang said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, let's take a look at the situation..."

He was a little confused about the little monk's background and couldn't figure out the identity of this kid.

Boss Jiang frowned and thought, then suddenly his eyes flashed and he asked:

"Little brother, did you draw the formation in this temple?"

Warming array...

Mo Hua thought for a while, nodded and said: "I drew it!"

Boss Jiang was a little surprised, but more of a surprise.

"You can actually draw formations?!"

"Um……"

Boss Jiang's expression immediately softened, and he showed a friendly smile.

Little monk...

Can draw formations...

That price is extraordinary...

"Put away all the swords, don't disturb the little brothers..." Boss Jiang ordered, and then looked at the ink paintings, his voice was as gentle as spring breeze and rain.

"We are serious businessmen. When passing by this place, we are afraid of being robbed and losing both our lives and property, so we are a little too vigilant. Don't blame me, little brother..."

Mo Hua nodded, indicating that he didn't mind.

But he curled his lips in his heart.

I'm a serious businessman, it's not like I've never seen it before, who am I kidding...

Boss Jiang asked Mo Hua to sit down and took out some dry food and wild fruits for Mo Hua to eat.

The ink painting was not eaten.

Boss Jiang didn't mind and asked gently: "Brother, at such a young age, you can actually draw such a level of formation. It's really incredible!"

This level? The level of the warm fire array?

His flattery didn't hit Mo Hua's heart, so Mo Hua only said perfunctorily:

"so so……"

Boss Jiang asked tentatively again: "That little brother, can you draw a first-grade formation?"

Mo Hua nodded, "That's right..."

Boss Jiang was overjoyed when he heard this, "My little brother will definitely have a bright future in the future!"

Then he picked up the wine glass and said sincerely: "I will punish myself with a glass of wine to apologize to my little brother for being abrupt and rude just now!"

Boss Jiang drank the wine in one gulp.

Mo Hua also said generously: "It doesn't matter, I don't take it to heart."

Boss Jiang said some more compliments, his eyes moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "I wonder where, little brother, did you learn from..."

"My master won't let me tell you..." Mo Hua said, "However, my master is very powerful. He can draw third-grade formations at will..."

"My uncle is more powerful, but it's not convenient for me to tell you..."

Mr. Jiang laughed and thought slightly in his heart.

Are you the disciple of the Jindan period...

A little lower.

He has a talent for formations, but his training is below average... If he can't blackmail him, he can only sell it in another way...

Boss Jiang had made up his mind. He suddenly slapped his head and said in surprise:

"Your master..."

"On the way here, I seem to have met an expert who said that he was looking for his disciple. He said that his disciple has extraordinary talent and profound formations. It seems that he and my little brother are very similar..."

"This expert may be my little brother's master!"

Mo Hua silently watched his performance and said expressionlessly:

"Are my senior brothers and sisters here too?"

Jiang Laodaodao: "Yes, there are two disciples, a boy and a girl, beside the master. They are of extraordinary appearance and both are among the best..."

Mo Hua pretended to be "surprised" and said in a flat tone:

"Ah, great, they are my master, my senior sister, and my senior brother!"

Although Boss Jiang felt that Mo Hua's tone was strange, he had something in his mind and did not notice it for a moment. Instead, he sighed:

"It's just a pity that they went the wrong way..."

"Wrong way?" Mo Hua said "surprised".

"Well," Boss Jiang said regretfully, "They went to Qingzhou City and took a long detour. I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for them here in the mountains."

Mo Hua looked disappointed.

Boss Jiang looked at the ink painting and made a judgment in his heart.

This child looks smart and cautious enough, but he is still a child after all, with little experience, and when it comes to his master, caring will lead to chaos.

It's not difficult to deceive with lies...

Jiang Laodaodao: "My master is an expert, and we have a good relationship. How about this, how about we take you to find your master? We are on the way to Qingzhou City..."

"Really?" Mo Hua asked expectantly.

"This is natural." Mr. Jiang laughed amiably.

Mo Hua's eyes were full of surprise, "That's great, thank you all!"

Mo Hua's eyes were clear and bright, and as lively as a little deer.

Boss Jiang was relieved and said:

"It's getting late, let's take a rest first, and tomorrow morning, I'll take you to find your master."

"Okay!"

Mo Hua nodded with expectation.

Everyone rested in the ruined temple.

Mo Hua slept quietly, with black eyelashes and even breathing, just like an ordinary child.

Boss Jiang was far away from him in front of the ruined temple, whispering to several monks.

"Boss, what do you do with this child?"

"He knows formations, and the price is good..."

A monk said: "The spiritual roots are too poor, a bit useless..."

Boss Jiang said: "What do you know? One beauty can cover a hundred ugliness, just know formations, it's okay, it's not like you're joining a sect, picky..."

"Before coming, the master calculated it, so we won't have any trouble..."

Someone worried.

"It's just this one deal, no problem. One is sold, two is sold..." Boss Jiang whispered, "After this deal, it will be difficult to do business in the future. If you can make more money, make more money..."

"What's more, Ganzhou is so big, and the forces are complicated."

"The master-disciple relationship of the Jindan stage is nothing..."

"If the person is lost, it is like sinking into the sea, and you will never find him in your life..."

...

Boss Jiang and his men said in a low voice.

The "sleeping" Mo Hua quietly opened one eye and knew the general situation in his heart.

These monks are "human traffickers"!

They are specialized in "trafficking monks".

They look kind, but their consciences are bad!

In Ganzhou, a place for studying with many sects, most of the monks who are trafficked are young monks like themselves.

Either extortion or trafficking.

Young monks with good spiritual roots and good talents can make a lot of spiritual stones whether extortion or trafficking.

There are also some cultivators who have entered the devil's way, using the cultivator's flesh, blood, sea of ​​qi, spiritual roots, etc. as medicine for alchemy.

The ancestor of the Qian family used human lives to refine the "Life Transformation Pill".

And the young cultivators with good talents and pure blood are undoubtedly the best "elixir".

Selling them to the devil cultivators can naturally make a lot of money.

After thinking about it, Mo Hua slowly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

It was late at night in the deserted mountains, quiet and silent.

Until dawn.

"Little brother, little brother..."

Someone woke Mo Hua up.

Mo Hua "woke up" in a daze, and rubbed his eyes with his little hands.

Boss Jiang smiled and said in a kind voice: "It's dawn, it's time to get on the road, we will take you to find your master..."

Find the master...

Mo Hua suddenly realized, with mixed feelings, but still smiled and said: "Okay!"

Everyone packed their bags and prepared to set off.

At this moment, Huang Shanjun whispered from the clay sculpture:

"Young Master, be careful, they are not good people..."

It was a divine thought, and only Mo Hua could hear what it said.

"I know..." Mo Hua nodded, then waved to the clay sculpture in the main hall of the ruined temple, "I'm leaving first, I'll come back to see you when I have time..."

Other monks were puzzled when they saw this.

But thinking that Mo Hua was a child, it was normal for some children to have such a temperament, so they didn't take it to heart.

On the clay sculpture, white smoke turned into Huang Shanjun's face.

It smiled at Mo Hua.

But it was bitter in its heart:

"Don't...don't come back to see me, I don't want to see you again..."

After packing up, Mo Hua followed Boss Jiang and the others, left the ruined temple, and walked towards the distant Qingzhou City under the morning glow.

This is also the only way to the Ganxuezhou boundary, and Mo Hua happened to be on the way.

Huang Shanjun watched them leave silently, feeling a little worried.

"These ten or so monks have evil consequences, and they are not good people..."

"This little monk, will he be okay..."

Huang Shanjun frowned, and was suddenly startled again.

These monks are not good people, but this little monk seems... even less good?

Which little monk would want to "eat" the mountain god? !

Huang Shanjun looked silent, looking at Mo Hua walking in the distance among the "human traffickers". For a moment, he didn't know who he should worry about...