The old man couldn't bear it, so he killed himself...

What if there is a higher cultivation level?

Isn’t there any way to deal with the demonic thoughts that my master is parasitic now?

Mo Hua thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.

The old man with blood robe in the late stage of the Golden Pill was seen by Mo Hua. He died under the Daoxin Demon and was the highest level of monk.

He had never met his master and attacked a monk at a higher level.

There is no reference, so it cannot be analyzed.

But this is too far away from him, so Mo Hua is not confused.

The most urgent task is to start from the bottom and examples, and analyze the Taoist heart demon bit by bit.

After reading it for a long time, the method of using the Daoxin Demons gradually became familiar with the method of using the Daoxin Demon.

Although the appearance is complex and unpredictable.

But its essence is still the use of spiritual consciousness.

The ink painting is a little enlightened, but it still vaguely, feeling that it has not crossed the threshold and has not truly understood the concept of the Dao-hearted demon.

You need to read more, learn more, think more...

Whenever the demonic Taoist uses the Taoist heart to kill someone, Mo Hua's understanding of the Taoist heart to plant demons is deeper.

The intrigue Taoist was unaware of anything at first.

Until later, he planted demons with the heart of Taoism and killed several demon cultivators. When he found that Mo Hua was too quiet, he looked back and saw Mo Hua, with big eyes staring at him.

It seems that while remembering something with your heart, calculating what, learning something, and summarizing something...

At first, I thought about something, then realized something, and finally my eyes became brighter and brighter...

The dark pupils of the intrigue trembled and were completely shocked.

This little thing...what is he learning secretly??!

Learn the Taoist heart to plant demons?

Where did you pick up the junior brother? Such a crazy little disciple?!

The expression of the intriguing Taoist changed on his wooden face and finally calmed down again.

He didn't say anything, but since then, he has restrained a lot.

No longer killing people unscrupulously.

The Taoist heart also uses it very restrainedly.

Even if you use it, you will only use the simplest and most obvious magic technique.

Mo Hua also discovered it, and when he moved his mind, he asked quietly:

"Master, these demon cultivators are trying to attack Master. Don't you kill them?"

But the insidious Taoist looked indifferent and ignored him at all.

Mo Hua sighed and understood in his heart that the foolish Taoist was guarding him.

Hidden it and not let him see it!

Mo Hua was a little unhappy and muttered in her heart, "Master is so stingy..."

I didn't let myself see it.

He hasn't understood it yet...

But there is nothing to do with ink painting.

"If you don't watch it, don't watch it..."

He could only write down the previous scene of the demon planting demons in the mind. When he was fine, he would think about it over and over again, carefully ponder it, and want to understand some methods of using spiritual consciousness, and learn some basics from the master who "attained the pinnacle" of the method of divine thought...

...

The two were still on the way to the mountain city.

A few days later, one evening.

Ink paintings followed the ink Taoist to a ruined temple.

I don’t know what this temple is worshipped, but it has been disrepaired and is completely ruined, with doors and windows broken.

The demon Taoist, for some reason, insisted on staying in this dilapidated temple.

At night, the moonlight is cold.

When the mountain wind passes, there is a cool feeling.

Mo Hua drew a pair of warm fire arrays on the ground to roast the fire to keep warm. By the way, he put the wild sweet potatoes, wild sweet potatoes, and a few fish he caught along the way on it to grill.

As I was roasting, I heard a few footsteps.

It seems that a few people are walking into the dilapidated temple.

At the same time, there were vague conversations:

“…It’s better to go back…”

"...Are you willing?"

"no way……"

"The situation near Dalishan is chaotic and we can no longer stay. Besides, Young Master Yun cannot make any mistakes..."

Master Yun?

Ink painting was stunned.

The voices of those people have also become closer.

The ink painting sounds a bit familiar, one is old, the other is middle-aged, and the other is a teenager.

It seems that he met Young Master Yun and the other three in Nanyue City.

"Senior, don't worry about me, I..."

"What are you saying? Your father entrusts me to take care of you. If you are dead, how can I explain to him..."

"As far as I say, we may not be without a chance..."

This is the voice of the middle-aged monk.

"Don't you calculate it? You should turn bad luck into good luck..."

"It's because I know how to calculate that I don't want to stay here."

"I always feel frightened during these days. It seems that I will encounter some great disaster and cannot sleep day and night, so I want to leave..."

"I'm leaving, the opportunity is gone..."

"Don't think about it. The real devil in this mountain hasn't come yet..."

"Isn't our Daoting without great monks?"

"Can this be the same? You..."

The three of them said, walked into the ruined temple. As soon as they looked up, they saw Mo Hua and the two of them were stunned.

The insidious Taoist sat in the shadows, and the shadows were so vague that they could not be seen in detail.

Ink painted a warm fire array and roasted the fire. His little face was red by the fire, his mouth was stuffed with sweet potatoes, and his cheeks were bulging.

The skinny old man, Mo Hua, remembered that his surname was Wen. When he saw Mo Hua and he was surprised and suspicious, he bowed:

"The old three people passed by this place and wanted to stay for a night to disturb you. Please forgive me!"

After the skinny old man finished speaking, he looked at the ink painting and was a little confused.

He always felt that the night was dark and the wind was high, the lights were broken, and the temple was broken, and the child was as if no one was roasting fire beside him, and he looked a little weird while eating.

But at the same time, he felt that the ink painting was familiar.

It seems that I have seen it somewhere, and I should be very impressed.

But I can't remember it.

The ink painting was also a little surprised.

These three people didn't recognize themselves.

But it doesn't matter. In this situation, it's better to pretend not to know each other.

Mo Hua didn't say anything, so he nodded.

The skinny old man bowed to thank him again, and the middle-aged monk sat down straight with a arrogant look on his face.

On the contrary, Young Master Yun also looked at the ink painting in confusion, but after looking at it for a while, he still couldn't recognize it. Finally, he bowed his hand, which was considered to express his gratitude.

I remember this Master Yun Mo Hua very clearly.
To be continued...