Asking About Longevity

Chapter 699: Squeeze

Mo Hua looked at the Heshen Temple in front of him again, his mind slightly moved.

Hundreds of years ago, that senior swordsman with slender eyebrows came to the Heshen Temple with one man and one sword, and probably killed many evil spirits in the temple.

He even stabbed the river **** in the chest with a sword.

The river **** was afraid, so he no longer dared to stay in the temple outside.

Instead, in the dream, he built a "void" river temple for shelter to prevent other monks who could turn spiritual thoughts into swords from coming and kill it again.

This "dream" temple is almost isolated from the world.

 Except for the true believers of the evil god, I am afraid no one knows the entrance, nor does anyone know how to enter the temple.

This Master She is probably not an ordinary believer.

 Otherwise, the real entrance to the temple and the "dream" formation would not be in his hands...

Mo Hua looked around.

 After standing still, Master She looked back and saw a playful ink painting on his face.

Master She opened his eyes wide and tried his best to break free, but found that he could not break free no matter what.

 In front of the River Temple, there is a circular open space paved with stone bricks.

After Master She finished speaking, his evil eyes revealed his excitement.

“I am the priest of the river god. In this fishing village, I have the protection of the god. What do you have to fight with me?”

 He used a sacrificial knife to cut his wrist, and the blood flowed out and condensed into an ugly, **** fish in the air.

Master She gritted his teeth and stabbed his arm with a sacrificial dagger. A cloud of blood mist erupted and the palm on the back of his neck opened, and he managed to escape.

Before he could take action, he stopped again and frowned: "No, this is too easy for you..."

"what happened?"

He looked at all the people who were in the dream again, and then his expression changed slightly, "Where is that hateful kid who was stabbed a thousand times?"

The door of the River Temple is closed, but there is no lock on the door.

 Master She took out a **** sacrificial dagger and wanted to cut the necks of Gu An and others.

 “Are you looking for me?”

“Just killing you and letting you die unconsciously will not wash away my shame, and it will not be able to vent the hatred in my heart.”

He looked around with cold eyes, a happy expression, and laughed ferociously:

Mo Hua stood in front of the Heshen Temple. Just as he was about to open the door and go in, he suddenly became startled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared.

 “A bunch of pigs! People and animals! They humiliated me many times along the way, and finally fell into my scheme.”

Just the pattern on Gu An's forehead flashed, as if something was protecting his consciousness. He, the fish, couldn't get in.

 He always felt that something was wrong with the situation.

 Xiao Shuizi and Xiao Shunzi are not here either.

 Because their spiritual consciousness has been sacrificed by Master She to open the door.

"That's right, I will plant blood fish for you and make you a sacrifice to worship my god. After draining your consciousness, I will turn you into a half-human and half-demon monster..."

 Master She’s figure gradually emerged.

 Master She felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Mo Hua sighed.

 “Did I...forgot something?”

 A crisp voice sounded behind him.

 It's just that the ink painting was one size smaller than what he had seen before.

Although that hand is small, the power of his spiritual thoughts is huge.

 Master She frowned.

 “I have endured the humiliation and bear the burden along the way, and the only thing I have been waiting for is now.”

"I will kill you one by one in my dream. Your consciousness will be destroyed, and your body will rot sooner or later..."

"This is?!"

 The two men in black are not here.

The souls of these two children are probably already in this river temple, but I don’t know if they were “eaten” by the river god...

Master She thought for a moment and laughed evilly.

“If you want to find a solution, go to the River Temple and have a look...”

Master She was in a panic. Just as he was about to turn around, he found that the back of his neck was being strangled by a pair of small but hard-as-steel hands.

 “Why can’t the seeds bring in evil spirits? Who has laid the means to protect the gods on them?”

Not only himself, Gu An and Gu Quan, but also other Gu family monks, including Yu Dahe, were all pulled into the dream and were still unconscious at this time.

Master She grabbed this strange fish and tried to stuff it into Gu An's forehead.

　　It seems like I have grown a few years older.

 “Little devil…”

Master She had a sarcastic look on his face, but before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, "No, who are you? Why is your spiritual consciousness so condensed? Why can you still be conscious when you are in a dream?"

Mo Hua smiled but did not answer.

Master She’s expression changed, and finally his eyes darkened and he sneered:

"Okay, kid, since you didn't say anything, don't blame me for being rude."

Mo Hua was very interested and said in a clear voice:

 “You want to fight with me?”

"Fight? You think too highly of yourself..." Master She gave a crooked smile, "I, a dignified late-stage Foundation Establishment monk with eighteen lines of divine consciousness, can't easily deal with you, a mere early-stage Foundation Establishment brat, in the nightmare weaved by the God Lord. Killing, you..."

Mo Hua's body is like thunder, and he can punch him when he rushes forward.

This punch is extremely fast and powerful.

Master She didn't react at all. He felt a heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen, and his eyes almost bulged out from the beating.

He couldn't help but hold his stomach and slowly knelt in front of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua grabbed the back of his neck and ordered:

 “Old bastard, show me the way to meet your master.”

 Master She’s face was distorted, and a turmoil arose in his heart.

 This brat...what the **** is going on? !

 My consciousness is in the late stage of foundation building! Why can't he even take a punch from this brat? Are there any **** laws of the Great Dao that we can talk about?

 “Who are you...?”

 Master She reluctantly hesitated.

Mo Hua's men increased their force, "Are you qualified to ask me questions?"

 Master She’s neck was almost broken by Mo Hua, and he quickly said: “Little ancestor! Spare your life! I will lead the way!”

Mo Hua then let go.

Master She took a long breath, glanced at the ink painting from the corner of his eye, and his heart felt cold.

 Damn it, I made a mistake.

This kid is the most troublesome among this group of Daotingsi hawks and dogs.

Obviously outside, this kid has the lowest cultivation level and the weakest strength, and he looks like an arrogant, domineering and brainless child of a noble family.

But he didn’t expect that once he fell into a nightmare, his consciousness would be so terrifying.

 What the **** is going on?

Master She frowned, unable to understand.

 Ink Hua on the other side was already a little impatient, "Hurry up and lead the way!"

 Master She came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Yes!"

 Then he lowered his eyebrows and walked to the River Temple, reaching out to push open the door of the River Temple.

 “Wait a minute.” Mo Hua said suddenly.

 Master She's hands trembled and he did not dare to make any move.

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and the others and asked Master She, "How to get these people out?"

 When the consciousness dies, the human being dies. He doesn't want Gu An and the others to encounter any danger if they stay here later.

Master She said: “It’s not possible now.”

Mo Hua looked at Master She silently.

Master She’s heart skipped a beat and he quickly explained:

"It's really not possible. Dreaming is the ability of Lord River God. I'm just opening a forum and borrowing a method. How can I have the ability to send these people out of nightmares..."

Mo Hua changed his mind and asked, "Then you fell into a dream too. How did you get out?"

Master She’s face twitched slightly.

 This kid is too sharp-minded.

 He said weakly: "I..."

Mo Hua clenched his fists.

Master She immediately said: "I...went to worship the River God, put incense on the altar, and kowtow three times respectfully, and then I can retreat from the nightmare."

 “Altar…”

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded, "I understand. You can lead the way."

Master She didn’t know what Mo Hua knew, but he didn’t dare to ask, so he had no choice but to accept his fate and opened the door of the Heshen Temple.

The vermilion door opened, and the scene in the River Temple finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.

This river temple in the dream is much more magnificent than what you see outside.

 The inside of the River Temple is also much more spacious.

Ink Hua stepped into the River Temple. In front of him was a long white stone road with carved beams and painted buildings on both sides, engraved with various fish monster patterns.

 Go straight forward, walk a little further, pass through the gate of the front hall, and arrive at the square of the River Temple.

 Entering the square, Mo Hua's pupils couldn't help but tremble.

 The square was full of "people" kneeling on their knees!

Moreover, these people look very familiar. If you look carefully, they are actually fishermen from every household in the small fishing village.

Even Lao Yutou was kneeling inside.

Their figures were illusory, kneeling on the ground, kneeling towards the depths of the River Temple. At the same time, an ugly **** fish swam in their heads.

 The blood fish swims in their minds, just like swimming in water. If they take a sip occasionally, the figures of these fishermen become even fainter.

The kneeling fish cultivators all looked painful, as if they were in a nightmare, experiencing countless reincarnations of nightmares, and in the pain of endless reincarnations, they offered the belief in suffering to the evil god.

The ink painting looks unbearable.

 For these fishing cultivators, happiness is short-lived and pain lasts a lifetime.

 Whether it is aristocratic families or evil gods, they regard them as "tools" and squeeze everything out of them.

 However, the existence of these fishermen made Mo Hua very puzzled.

 They should all be just ordinary casual cultivators. They do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness and enlightenment, and it is impossible for them to have independent incarnations of "spiritual thoughts".

These fishermen who are kneeling and worshiping are more like...

After falling into a nightmare, how does one’s own consciousness “manifest” in the dream?

But he was not very sure about the ink painting, so he asked Master She, "What is going on with these fishermen?"

Master She rolled his eyes and said solemnly:

“These foolish people are from a humble background and live in misery, so they pray to the River God for blessings and mercy.”

Mo Hua didn’t say anything.

Master She was not satisfied with the ink painting, so he continued:

“In order to let them appreciate their kindness, Lord River God constructed this dreamland so that all of them can kneel down and pray here, day and night.”

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he probably understood in his heart.

 Ordinary monks do not have the incarnation of spiritual thoughts.

 So the evil **** weaved a dream.

 All monks in dreams can manifest themselves with their spiritual consciousness. This nightmare is a "collective dream" created by the River God, or the Great Wild Evil God himself.

Evil gods can use nightmares to maintain believers without being aware of them, and to absorb the believers' faith to strengthen themselves.

Master She said that this dream “regardless of day and night”…

  It means that this dream is not just a dream, it is not the kind of "dream" that occurs when you dream at night...

 The fisherman in the small fishing village has this dream all the time.

 Dreams only appear at night.

The medium that enters the dream, or the medium that is "polluted" by the evil god, is the well water with blood fish.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of the nightmare he had after drinking fish soup not long ago and his consciousness was contaminated.

 In the dream, he and his little senior sister experienced many joys and sorrows, but none of them ended well.

 After finishing the dream, he woke up and crushed the fish demon in the sea of ​​consciousness to death.

If not, and the more serious the pollution of the sea of ​​consciousness is, he may be like these fishermen and be dragged into this "collective nightmare" in a "nightmare" one night, and he will never be able to get out or wake up. As a result, he was completely reduced to a "livestock" raised by the evil god.

Of course, I’m not afraid of ink painting.

Although he is a bit dangerous, with his abilities, even if he cannot defeat the second-grade evil god, he should be more than enough to protect himself.

 It’s just that these villagers are different…

 They were simply unable to resist.

 These people may not even know what happened.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

Master She was watching the conversation secretly, not knowing what he was planning in his mind.

Mo Hua asked: "Can these villagers get out of their dreams?"

Hearing this, Master She was startled and said in a trembling voice: "Don't ever say such things..."

 He looked around, lowered his voice and said cautiously:

"These villagers are the foundation of Lord River God. If you try to influence them, if you offend River God, be careful not to die without a burial place..."

Mo Hua curled his lips.

Master She was a little anxious and hurriedly advised, "Little... little ancestor, I don't know what your inheritance is. You have such a powerful spiritual power at a young age, but no matter how strong your spiritual power is, you are only a human being. How can you offend me?" God’s majesty?”

 “If you really anger the River God, not only you will die...”

 I'm afraid I will also be affected and be buried with you...

 Master She said silently in his heart.

 Master River God’s temper has never been that good.

Mo Hua was a little curious, "Have you seen the River God?"

Master She's face turned pale, "I've seen it... but I haven't seen it before. I didn't dare to look. I just knelt on the ground and didn't dare to raise my head..."

Mo Hua was bored and said calmly: "Don't worry, continue to lead the way."

Master She hesitated for a moment and did not move forward.

Mo Hua walked a few steps and saw Master She standing still. He turned around and frowned: "Why don't you leave?"

Master She hesitated and said, "You'd better not go ahead."

"Why?"

"very dangerous…"

 “It doesn’t matter, just take me there.”

Master She's eyelids twitched, "I don't want to go there..."

"Then you want to keep your life here?" Mo Hua threatened with a simple look.

 Master She was filled with hatred.

 The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog!

 This **** brat, let me see how arrogant you can be!

 Well, since you want to die, I don’t mind showing you the way.

Master She suppressed the hatred in his heart, sighed, and said slowly, "That's all, you come with me."

Then he led the way, Mo Hua followed behind. The two walked through the square where the fishermen worshiped, and continued to walk to the apse of the River Temple. After a while, they arrived at the gate of the apse.

 The door to the apse was locked with a huge lock.

 It was gloomy behind the door.

Mo Hua glanced at Master She.

 Master She gritted his teeth, then took out the sacrificial dagger he was wearing and pierced his arm. When the dagger was full of blood, he inserted the knife into the door lock.

 The door lock trembled, like a monster opening its eyes, sucking the blood from the knife.

 After a while, the door lock finished absorbing the blood, and opened on its own with a "squeak" sound.

Master She's hands were trembling a little as he opened the door tremblingly.

 The moment the door opened, a gust of wind blew over, mixed with a fishy smell.

This fishy and filthy smell seemed vaguely familiar to Mo Hua.

When he walked in, Mo Hua was startled and looked a little unbelievable.

The back hall of the River Temple is actually densely built with no fewer than hundreds of iron cages, and the cages contain fish heads, human bodies, or demons pieced together with demon claws.

These demons are almost identical to the flesh and blood demons outside.

 But these monsters are evil spirits!

At that moment, Mo Hua suddenly became enlightened and understood a lot of things.

 He finally knew how those deformed and weird monsters in Yu'er's nightmare came to be.

He also wanted to understand why the evil **** was refining so many flesh and blood demons outside.

 He also knows how the evil **** builds his power through preaching.

 Human traffickers are just losers.

The evil god’s real power is the two types of terrifying demons under his command.

 One type is flesh-and-blood demons, and the other type is evil demons.

 One is real and the other is imaginary.

Flesh demons can kill the physical body of monks and pollute the monks’ meridians, spiritual energy, and sea.

Evil demons can invade the sea of ​​consciousness of monks and devour their spiritual consciousness in the nightmare weaved by evil gods.

 When he thought of this, Mo Hua suddenly felt a pain in his consciousness.

 Scenes of cruel scenes emerged from the cause and effect, passing through Mo Hua's mind like a revolving lantern...

 In the **** fishing village, the fishermen knelt down to worship, believing in the fallen river god.

 Their suffering has become the source of faith.

 Their faith has become the nourishment of evil gods.

 The evil **** is devouring Yuxiu’s faith.

When all the faith was sucked away, the consciousness dried up, and the villagers were like zombies, it raised the butcher knife, using the people in black as its minions, and slaughtered the entire fishing village.

 The bodies of the dead villagers were mixed with monsters and beasts, and were refined with the blood of the evil formation to become deformed and horrific flesh-and-blood monsters.

This kind of blood formation is extremely cruel and will cause great pain and resentment.

This kind of pain and resentment will take the form of a flesh and blood demon and be restructured into a demon in the form of "evil".

Mo Hua took a breath of cold air.

These poor fishermen...

 Living faith is used to feed evil gods.

 After draining their faith, they were slaughtered and their bodies were used to refine demons.

 The remaining spiritual consciousness after death is refined and fermented with blood and used to transform evil spirits.

 Live as flesh and blood, die as claws.

This is really what it means, from the physical body to the spiritual consciousness, from birth to death, everything is squeezed cleanly, not a drop is left behind.

Mo Hua felt his chest suffocate, and endless killing intent instantly surged in his heart.

 Master She on the other side saw Mo Hua standing still and felt a little lost for some reason. Suddenly he smiled gloomily and secretly held the sacrificial dagger in his palm.

 The blade cut into the palm of the hand, and the blood dripped onto the ground, melting into **** lines.

 The demon smelled blood and became restless.

Master She was a little scared, but still gritted his teeth and continued to bleed his own blood to condense more lines.

These lines are like keys, flowing along the ground and flowing into the iron cages, unlocking the door locks on the iron cages.

In just a moment, the devilish energy filled the sky.

 The ferocious demons came out of their cages one after another, looking at the ink paintings with scarlet eyes.

Mo Hua came back to his senses at this time and looked at the demon in the scene with an indifferent expression.

At the same time, Master She suddenly inserted the short knife into his chest, and a large amount of blood burst out, rushing towards the ink painting. When he approached the ink painting, a **** formation instantly formed, binding the ink painting in place, making the ink painting unable to move. .

Master She’s face turned pale and his figure became thinner, but he couldn’t help being proud and sneered:

 “Little devil, you didn’t expect that I am actually an array master!”

"This is the blood sacrifice formation that I have been gifted by the God Lord and have been studying for a lifetime. In the nightmare weaved by the God Lord, this blood sacrifice formation uses blood as ink and dreams as the medium, and it is impossible to break."

“You will be trapped here, torn to pieces by these demons, and swallowed into your stomach one by one...”

 “They have been hungry for a long time...”

After Master She finished speaking, he turned around and left.

 It wants to escape from here before the monster eats the ink painting.

 Otherwise, these hungry demons may not eat him together.

Except for the Lord God, these monsters don’t listen to anyone’s orders.

Master She’s back was hurried, but not long after he walked, he felt a strange aura behind him. When he turned around, his pupils trembled sharply.

He saw hundreds of monsters with an astonishing momentum, layer upon layer, surrounding the little devil.

But despite this, many ferocious monsters only dared to bar their teeth and roar in a low voice from three feet away.

They have greedy eyes, but they dare not move forward, as if they are afraid of something...

 No, it’s not fear.

These demons are facing a powerful enemy. What are they... afraid of?

 Fear?

 Master She’s heart was filled with chills.

Then he saw Mo Hua, who was surrounded by hundreds of ferocious demons, his eyes turned cold, and the strange spiritual thoughts on his body were flowing, and he instantly transformed into three layers of ink-colored black shadows, like three layers of Taoist robes, draped around his body.

Mo Hua stretched out his arms, and his strange thoughts followed his movements, leaving behind a series of ghost images.

 In the blink of an eye, spiritual thoughts surged rapidly.

On the ground, mysterious and complex formations appeared, like rising tides and vines growing in spring, spreading crazily around.

In just a few breaths, a majestic and majestic mountain fire encirclement and killing formation has been formed.

Mo Hua’s eyes were dark and pure, and he whispered:

"kill!"

 Divine thoughts boiled, and the formation exploded, like a powerful hurricane of flames sweeping in, burning and killing all the demons in the formation in an instant.

Master She's eyes were horrified, his legs went weak, and he fell directly to the ground. He struggled a few times, but couldn't get up at all.

When he looked up again, he found that Mo Hua was already standing in front of him at some point.

　　"If you do any more tricks, I'll crush you to death."

 (End of this chapter)