"Little senior brother! Little senior brother! Do you still want the token?"

At lunch that day, the disciples were eating in the dining hall. Cheng Mo found the ink painting and said as if offering a treasure.

It is now well known among Taixu Sect disciples that their junior senior brother has a hobby of collecting "tokens".

"Is there an order to pass the message?" Mo Hua asked.

"Yes." Cheng Mo nodded, and then handed a token, engraved with blood stains, the head of a monster, and ferocious fangs, to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and asked: "Where did this token come from?"

Cheng Mo didn't hide anything and told Mo Hua everything about the cause and effect:

"A few days ago, during the holidays, Situ, Hao Xuan, and Brother Yang and I took an order to arrest a wanted criminal."

"This reward is not difficult. After we finished it, we rushed to the sect, but on the way we saw a group of criminal cultivators fighting with the Dao Tingsi."

"Did you help?" Mo Hua asked.

"No." Cheng Mo said honestly, "There are so many of them that we can't defeat them. Besides, little senior brother, you have taught me that you should try not to do things that have few benefits and high risks."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Did I say that?"

Cheng Mo said firmly: "You said it."

"Oh," Mo Hua nodded, let's just say it, "What happens next?"

"Then, the group of sin cultivators were defeated, some of them were captured by Daotingsi, and three of them escaped." Cheng Mo said.

"Did you go after him?"

"Yes," Cheng Mo nodded, "We, a group of five, imitated you, little senior brother, and followed you quietly, wearing cloaks that concealed us."

Ink painting: "..."

"Then what? What happened?" Mo Hua asked again.

Cheng Mo said: "We followed them until we arrived at a remote village. They got into an old courtyard in the village and locked the door."

"We followed what you taught us, little senior brother, and pried open the formation outside and got into the yard..."

"In the yard, there seemed to be nothing unusual from the outside, but after we searched it, we found that the soil beneath the surface was dark red, and we didn't know how much blood had been soaked in it. Only then did we realize that these sins were unusual, and they had probably practiced them.

Evil work."

"Crimson blood..." Mo Hua thought thoughtfully, and then said, "Then, what did you do?"

Cheng Mo said: "According to my junior brother's rules, if the situation in the house is unknown and the enemy gathers, they will naturally set up a formation and explode it in one go."

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

"But, something unexpected happened..." Cheng Mo said.

Mo Hua took a bite of the chicken leg and listened to him continue.

Cheng Mo looked a little weird, "We set up the formation, but before we could activate it, something happened inside the house. Those three evil cultivators started 'gnawing' at each other?"

"Gnating each other?" Mo Hua was startled and couldn't help but said, "What kind of gnawing?"

"The kind of gnawing on elbows," Cheng Mo said with a look that he couldn't bear to look at directly. "They are gnawing at each other's necks, biting off the skin and flesh, sucking each other's blood like animals..."

Vampire...

Mo Hua looked suddenly confused, now he was probably sure.

This group of evil cultivators are probably the "offline" disciples spread by the blood-sucking demon sect.

Cheng Mo continued: "The three evil cultivators gnawed at each other, leaving them covered in blood and bloody, so we stood still. When they decided the winner, and two disabled and one injured, we detonated the formation and killed them.

Two were killed and one was maimed..."

"Then the five of them worked together and captured the last person without any effort and without any injuries!"

Cheng Mo looked proud.

"Well done." Mo Hua nodded approvingly.

These younger brothers of his are acting more and more steadily, and they have lived up to the "nurturing" of his younger brother.

Cheng Mo added: "It's just a pity that these evil cultivators are so poor that they don't have anything valuable in their bodies. After searching and plundering, only this token is still worthy of their attention."

"We handed it over to Daotingsi, but I secretly withheld this token and gave it to you, little senior brother."

Mo Hua glanced at the blood-stained token and asked, "This token looks weird. Didn't the elders take it down when you entered the mountain?"

Cheng Mo nodded and said: "Deducted, but I said this is yours, little senior brother. Elder Song hesitated for a few times, then nodded in agreement."

Now in Taixu Sect, Mo Hua's name is more useful than ordinary elders.

After all, without him as the "number one in formation" who suddenly emerged, it is hard to say whether Taixu Sect would be the eighth gate now.

The merger of the three sects, with the "Taixu Sect" as the leader, is more or less influenced by the ink painting.

Everyone at Taixu Sect knows this.

"But there are still rules," Cheng Mo said, "Elder Song asked you to register with him when you are free."

The sect must record who holds this evil token.

This ink painting is not exempt from vulgarity.

Of course, Mo Hua is not an unruly person, and he will still abide by such rules.

"I understand." Mo Hua nodded, and then allocated 200 points of merit to Cheng Mo, "Thank you for your hard work, you can share it with Situ and the others."

Cheng Mo quickly shied away, "Why are you so embarrassed?"

"Brothers have clearly settled their accounts. If you give me the token, I can't take it for nothing," Mo Hua said.

Of course, the main reason is that his meritorious service has been "maxed out" and there are too many to use up. Naturally, he has to give some benefits to these junior brothers.

Cheng Mo was no longer polite, and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you, little senior brother! Then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful."

If it were other things, he would still be polite, but merit is different.

Unlike the "big local tycoon" Mo Hua, their disciples' achievements are really limited.

Especially now that we are in the late stage of foundation building, and the kung fu has reached the final stage of the second level. Next, we have to cast the natal magic weapon and prepare for the elixir formation...

Merits are spent like running water.

Although the merits given by Mo Hua were not too much, they still made them feel much better.

"By the way, little senior brother..." Cheng Mo asked in a low voice, "When will you reach the late stage of foundation building?"

A group of "little juniors" around him looked at the ink paintings eagerly after hearing this.

Mo Hua sighed.

He wants it too...

Isn't this a bottleneck? These juniors don't understand the pain of cultivating Tianyan Jue.

"Eat." Mo Hua waved his hand.

"Oh..." Everyone immersed themselves in eating in a sensible manner.

…

After lunch, Mo Hua went to the mountain gate, found Elder Song, and registered the token, which was stained with blood, engraved with demon patterns, and had ferocious fangs. It was obviously an evil monk's token.

Elder Song did not have any difficulty with Mo Hua. On the contrary, he was very amiable and approachable towards Mo Hua.

In the past, when Mo Hua asked for leave, he would complain a lot, but now, even if Mo Hua is "absent from class", Elder Song will probably praise Mo Hua for "not sticking to form", "cultivating Taoism with its own rules" and "not following the crowd"...

In ink painting, people respect me a foot, and I respect others a foot.

Elder Song treated him kindly, and he treated Elder Song politely.

Elder Song was even happier. After Mo Hua left, he said to the elders next to him:

"Be neither arrogant nor discouraged, be neither arrogant nor disappointed, respect teachers and elders, be polite, and you will become a great person in the future..."

Several elders nearby nodded in agreement.

However, an elder who was familiar with him teased him:

"Elder Song, that's not what you said before. I remember a few years ago, you said that this child, relying on the support of Mr.

?”

Mr. Song made the incision with a face on his face, "That was me in the past, it has nothing to do with me now."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

…

After Mo Hua registered it with Elder Song, he took the demon pattern token back to his disciple's residence, intending to follow the usual practice of dismantling it and restoring the words inside.

At first, ink painting was just a routine thing and I didn't pay much attention to it.

But just when he used his "skilled" dismantling technique to lift the lid of the token, Mo Hua's expression changed.

Under the demon pattern token, with the white bones as the framework, there was an extremely complex elemental magnetic array pattern, as well as a token structure that he had never seen before.
To be continued...