Mr. Xun opened the letter again, looked at it, pondered for a moment, took out a jade slip, wrote the letter with a thought, and then called the little Taoist boy.

"Give this jade slip to Mr. Liang, the head of Daoting Division, and ask him to find someone to check it."

"Yes, ancestor."

The Taoist boy took the jade slip with both hands and bowed respectfully.

Within a day, the jade slip came back, and the Taoist boy respectfully presented it to Mr. Xun.

Mr. Xun took a look at the jade slip and knew that it was the handwriting of Mr. Liang, who had already retired from official service. He then immersed his consciousness in it.

After just one glance, Mr. Xun's heart trembled.

Fire Buddha?!

A great demon cultivator who has traversed the borders of the second-level states for hundreds of years, built the foundation at the peak, practiced the forbidden technique of meteor fire, wiped out the whole Xie family, has many demon cultivators under his command, and kills countless people?!

Mr. Xun took a slight breath of cold air.

No wonder it’s worth eight thousand meritorious deeds!

The child in Mo Hua painted a formation for the Daoting Secretary to capture the Fire Buddha. He made great achievements and was brought to the table by Gu Changhuai, the Secretary of the Daoting Division.

That's why Daotingsi made an exception and allocated these eight thousand meritorious deeds.

In this way, these eight thousand meritorious deeds are not too much...

But……

Capture the Fire Buddha?

Mr. Xun frowned.

The soft, frail and well-behaved appearance of the ink painting came to mind again.

Old Mr.

Rely on formation?

No matter how good his formation is, it is still too dangerous.

Mr. Xun was scared and angry at the same time.

Mo Hua, this little kid, is too courageous.

When dealing with such a ferocious and cruel demonic cultivator, if one does not pay attention, he may die without leaving anything behind.

You really dare to have a hand in anything.

and……

Mr. Xun continued to look down, his eyes slightly focused, "Fire Buddha... was killed..."

What is written above is said to be the work of Gu Changhuai alone.

But at that time, ink painting was also there.

You don't need to think about it to know that there must be something fishy in it.

Mr. Xun sighed.

I didn't expect that...

I have lived for so many years, encountered so many things, and met so many people. I never expected that when I was getting old, I would be given eye drops by a little kid.

Old Mr.

Originally, he thought that with his ability to draw this child with ink, he could only draw a formation, and he could only draw a formation.

So I didn't think about checking it out.

Now it seems that the situation may be completely different...

The files from the Merit Pavilion were quickly transferred.

Mr. Xun rolled his eyes, his scalp numbing slightly.

Except for a large number of first-level and second-level formation missions, most of the rest are actually offering rewards for arresting, hunting down, besieging, and hunting criminal cultivators, evil cultivators, and even demonic cultivators.

And the success rate is ridiculously high, with almost no mistakes.

The disciples who teamed up with him were also diverse.

But most of them are the little girls from the Murong family and the young man from the Ouyang family of Tai'amen. Most of the others are actually senior brothers and sisters who are one year above him.

These senior brothers and sisters, their cultivation level is much higher than him, one or two, they are all prodigies of aristocratic families, they meet by chance, but they are willing to take him to play?

Mr. Xun was a little unbelievable.

Does this kid Mo Hua have such strong communication skills?

These situations are not completely different from what he thought before. They can only be said to be slightly different...

Mr. Xun couldn't help but sigh.

As expected, my secret algorithm is not good. I have worked hard, studied and calculated for hundreds of years. I didn't expect that there was such a "blind spot" around me, and I didn't even calculate it at all.

Mr. Xun looked at the contents of the jade slip again, and became increasingly angry as he thought about it.

What a nonsense!

What a wonderful formation talent, but I don’t know how to cherish it. I spend three days outside the sect doing these extremely dangerous bounties.

Fortunately, everything was safe.

But if there is a slight mistake, there are so many evil cultivators, Mo Hua's little arms and legs, who can withstand the killing?

Once something unexpected happens, wouldn't a good formation seedling die in infancy?

As soon as he thought about this, Mr. Xun felt regretful. The more he thought about it, the more he became afraid. He calmly told the Taoist boy:

"Go and call Mo Hua!"

The Taoist boy said respectfully: "Yes."

After leaving the elder's residence, Tao Tong went to look for Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was in class and was a little surprised when he heard this. Mr. Xun rarely called me to see him during class.

The Taoist boy whispered: "Be careful, the old gentleman seems to be very angry."

On weekdays, Mo Hua often went to the elder's residence and became familiar with this Taoist boy.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Who are you angry with?"

Tao Tong shook his head, "How do I know..."

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

Mr. Xun's anger, what does it have to do with me?

I have been very honest recently, drawing formations in the sect every day.

When he arrived at the Elder's Residence and entered Mr. Xun's room, Mo Hua felt that the atmosphere was not right. Mr. Xun's face was as dark as water and he looked stern.

Mo Hua lowered his eyebrows and looked innocent, looking very well-behaved.

Mr. Xun was just about to blame him, but when he saw Mo Hua's appearance, his heart softened a little.

Although what I am doing is a bit dangerous...

But catching evil heretics is the duty of a monk, and it is a good deed to do justice for heaven. We should not blame him too much, so as not to damage the child's upright character and Taoist intention of killing demons.

However, this kind of thing can no longer be tolerated by putting oneself at risk.

He is still young and has a blank slate, so how could he know that his heart is sinister and his cultivation is dangerous.

You have to beat him severely to prevent him from learning a lesson. He will probably dare to do such dangerous things next time!

Mr. Xun's face became stern again, and he wanted to scold him, but before he could speak, he was suddenly startled.

He stared at the ink painting for a long time, frowned and asked:

"Is your consciousness... a little stronger?"

Mo Hua nodded shyly but humbly, "Yes, a little stronger, seventeen lines..."

Mr. Xun opened his eyes slightly.

Seventeen lines...

In the early stage of foundation building, seventeen patterns...

The realm in the early stage of foundation building, the spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation building?!

Mr. Xun's expression was silent, but his heart was like a sudden strong wind and a turbulent sea. He was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to say.

"Old sir?" Mo Hua said weakly.

Only then did Mr. Xun come back to his senses. Looking at the ink paintings, he was filled with disbelief.

After a while, Mr. Xun's expression returned to normal and he said calmly:

"It's okay, you can go back first."
To be continued...