"Daotingsi..."

Mo Hua looked solemn and murmured, "Do you think it was Guishuimen who colluded with Daotingsi to secretly attack you?"

"good."

Mo Hua was confused, "How do you know these things?"

Just Guishuimen.

The water in Daotingsi is deep, and even if there is some dirty collusion within, it is not something that the descendants of the Water Prison Sect like him, who is like a "lost dog", can know about.

The old man sneered, "Don't forget where I, Shui Yu Sect, come from. The word 'Prison' in Shui Jing Sect comes from 'Dao Jing'. All the monks of Shui Jing Sect have been in Dao Tingsi."

I hold office, am good at hunting, and am responsible for punishments. I am even regarded as a lackey of the Daoting Division behind my back. All the dirty work is done by me, the Water Prison Sect. How could I not know about the dirty things in the Daoting Division?"

"What's more, the Guishui Sect is originally the Shuiyun Sect's 'resurrection of corpses', so colluding with Daotingsi is perfectly normal."

"I was hunted down, and the descendants of the Yu family were exterminated. In each of these incidents, Dao Tingsi's hands and feet were clearly invisible, but in the eyes of an expert like me, Dao Tingsi's figure was everywhere."

Mo Hua said: "The situation within the Daoting Division is also very complicated. There are monks from different families and different sects mixed together. It cannot be generalized."

The old man said: "Daotingsi is a big dye vat. Anyone who goes in will be dyed sooner or later. Does it matter what color you were before?"

Mo Hua frowned.

The old man looked at the ink painting, sighed at the end, and said sincerely:

"Little brother, although you are smart and meticulous, and your methods are not inferior to those of some old monks who have been in the world of cultivation for many years, but after all, you are young and have not seen much, so you do not know the true dangers of the human heart."

"In this world, sex indulges people's desires and wealth harms people's hearts, but power corrodes people's hearts the most."

"When the Daotingsi is in power, life and death are controlled, and it is inherited from generation to generation. Over time, rot will inevitably arise. This is the most irrefutable truth in the world."

"What's more, the Daoting has lasted for 20,000 years. This time is too long, and it is enough for each silverfish to grow into a giant."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, "There must be Qingliu in the Daoting Division..."

The old man sneered, "Who can tell whether it is a real clear stream or a false clear stream? No matter how clear the water is, it will still change color when it flows into the dye vat. If you don't want the color to change, then I don't know how many people want you to die.

…”

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

The old man looked at the ink painting with a complicated expression and sighed:

"Now that I have said this, I will leave it to my little friend to make the decision. I don't ask for your help. I just hope that you can abide by the agreement and not leak my whereabouts. Otherwise, it will cause disaster and the water prison gates will be cut off.

I will not rest in peace, even if I turn into a ghost, I still want to find an explanation from my little friend..."

Even if you turn into a fierce ghost, I won't be afraid at all...

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, but after thinking for a moment, he still said:

"This pot is a bit too big. It belongs to Guishuimen and Daotingsi. I may not be able to handle it. I can only try my best to help you, but it is hard to say whether I will be able to help you in the end. As for your whereabouts,

Don’t worry, I won’t tell outsiders.”

The old man looked grateful, "In that case, thank you very much, little friend."

Mo Hua nodded, "One more thing..."

He looked slightly cold, "Those two children just now are also descendants of the Yu family. If you pass on the Water Prison Sect's skills to them, aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Guishui Sect and massacring the entire fishing village?"

The old man's expression froze.

He had deliberately concealed it before, not wanting to expose the identities of Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi.

But he didn't expect that the young monk in front of him already knew everything.

The old man looked bitter and sighed:

"I really...have no choice..."

"If we pass it on, they may die. But if we don't pass it on, once I die, the entire Water Prison Sect's orthodoxy will be completely destroyed. How can I be worthy of my ancestors..."

The old man's mind was agitated, his face turned pale for a moment, he coughed violently, and blood came out of the corner of his mouth.

Mo Hua shook his head, it was hard to blame him.

"You have a good rest. If you like, I will find a car tomorrow and take you to a place to recuperate."

The old man cupped his hands and said calmly: "Sorry for bothering you, little friend."

"I won't disturb you anymore." Mo Hua turned around and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the old man, "Little friend..."

He turned his head and glanced at the dense killing formations around the cave. His scalp felt numb, "These formations..."

"Oh, it's okay, I won't kill you." Mo Hua said.

"No..." The old man had a headache.

At least you took it apart for me.

The cave was full of killing arrays, which was like filling the house with explosives that would explode at the drop of a hat. How could he sleep?

Mo Hua ignored him, turned around and left.

If you want to dismantle him, dismantle him yourself.

The formation that I worked so hard to draw has not been used yet, so why would I be willing to dismantle it?

Of course, the main reason is that he is lazy.

Anyway, the killing array was not posted in front of my house.

The old man in front of the cave shook his head helplessly as he watched Mo Hua let go of his back and gradually fade away.

This little monk is really a bit of a "rogue".

The night is dark, the moonlight is desolate, and there is no shelter in the barren mountains.

The old man could only sigh bitterly and return to the cave.

Anyway, this is my last night...

…

After leaving the barren mountain, Mo Hua returned to the small fishing village. After confirming that Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi were safe and sound, they returned home and fell asleep peacefully, and then felt relieved.

But continuing like this is not an option.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took out the letter of communication and sent a letter to Gu Changhuai: "Uncle Gu, there is something very important..."

Within a moment, Gu Changhuai said displeasedly:

"What time is it and you're still not sleeping?"

Mo Hua looked up and found that the sky was very dark and it was already past midnight. He estimated that it was probably Yin time.

It seems a little late...

However, Mo Hua said, "Uncle Gu, you haven't slept either?"

Gu Changhuai: "Daotingsi is quite busy..."

Mo Hua: "Aren't you being 'emptied out'?"

Gu Changhuai: "..."

Mo Hua was startled and suddenly realized, "Uncle Gu, you...could it be that you had a blind date with that teacher Hua and fell in love, so you didn't think about food and tea and couldn't sleep at night?"

"What nonsense?!"

Gu Changhuai's teeth were itching with hatred.

If this kid Mo Hua were in front of him, he would have to rip off his ears.

"The new Dian Division from the Daoting Division is quite troublesome and has a lot to do..." Gu Changhuai said.

"Xindian Secretary?" Mo Hua was stunned, "Who is it?"

Gu Changhuai was speechless, "You don't know even if I tell you. Also, don't ask around about Daotingsi's affairs."

"oh."

Gu Changhuai said again: "It's so late, what do you want from me?"

Mo Hua was about to speak when he suddenly remembered the words of the old man from the Water Prison Sect named "Yu Canghai". He couldn't help but feel a little shuddered in his heart and asked:

"Uncle Gu, is the Gu family considered a 'clean stream'?"

Gu Changhuai frowned, thought for a moment, and said slowly:

"I don't like the word 'Qingliu'. Dao Tingsi monks should follow Taoist laws, seek truth from facts, catch what should be caught, kill what should be killed, and act impartially. There is no such thing as Qingliu."

"However, in the eyes of others, our Gu family does seem to be regarded as a 'clean stream'..."

Mo Hua nodded, understanding in his heart, and then said:

"I met a person who was related to the Yujia Shuizhai. He said that the Yujia Shuizhai was destroyed because of the evil cultivators ordered by Guishuimen."

"Besides, this person is also a descendant of the Water Prison Sect..."

It was late at night, Gu Changhuai had been busy all day, and he originally looked tired, but when he heard this, he immediately became shocked.
To be continued...