Master Gu personally poured a cup of tea for Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was still thinking about those orphans. After a moment, he said: "These orphans... can't they do anything?"

Master Gu understood what Mo Hua meant and sighed: "This matter is actually very troublesome."

"Give me more spiritual stones?"

"No." Master Gu shook his head, "The human heart is evil. Once you give these children more spiritual stones and let them have a surplus, even if it is just a small amount of broken spiritual stones, they will be robbed all around."

"They will rob each other. Some adult monks will also rob each other."

"There will even be some crazy monks who coerce them into asking for spiritual stones."

"The irony is that when there is nothing to profit from these orphans, no one cares about them, and their lives will be miserable. But once there is really something to profit from, and they are targeted, their lives will be even worse."

"I also want to give them more food..." Master Gu shook his head, "But there are too many orphans in the entire Gushan City. Once this hole is opened, everyone will flock in and there will be no way to feed them."

"What's more, my weapon-refining business has just turned around. My masters and disciples haven't had enough to eat at all, so they don't have the ability to take care of these children."

Master Gu looked bitter.

Mo Hua sighed.

People's hearts are unpredictable.

Sometimes good things that seem simple can become extremely complicated as long as people are involved.

In this world, it is really much harder to do good things than bad things...

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked Master Gu: "Is there any formation master in the weapon refinery?"

"It depends on what kind of formation master... There are some who can draw a few formations at will, but there is definitely no one who can catch the eyes of the young master..." Master Gu said.

"It's okay, as long as you can draw a simple formation."

Mo Hua took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and on it was a formation pattern, which was exactly the wind formation pattern he had just drawn on those bamboo baskets.

"This formation is a first-grade Bagua wind formation. Among the Bagua formations, wind formations are very rare. Generally, only large sects can pass down some. But a simple first-grade wind formation is not that difficult to find.

Those who have a foundation in formations, just practice more."

"Master Gu, please find someone to learn this pattern."

"After that, those orphans would carry bamboo baskets on their backs to exchange for broken spiritual stones, and then draw this wind pattern on the bamboo baskets for them."

"The effectiveness of the first-grade formation pattern is low, so the spiritual consumption is also low. Just add a little spiritual stone powder to the spiritual ink, and it will be enough to run for a long time. These orphans can also afford it."

Master Gu took the thin piece of paper from Mo Hua's hand, his hands trembling a little.

He couldn't help but look up at the ink painting, which looked as beautiful as a celestial being, with clear and compassionate eyebrows. He sighed in his heart that there really are people with natural kindness in this world.

And...he lowered his head and glanced at the formation paper in his hand.

It looks like just a simple formation pattern, but Master Gu knows in his heart that this is the most difficult part.

Use the simplest and cheapest way to solve the most difficult problems.

Without extensive experience in formations and deep foundation in formations, it is simply impossible to do it.

Master Gu solemnly put away the formation pattern, cupped his fists at Mo Hua and said:

"Gu thanked the young master for the thousands of orphans in this Gushan City!"

…

In the evening, Master Gu specially held a dinner in honor of Mo Hua. He also invited the masters, disciples and apprentices from the craftsmanship shop to have a feast.

In addition to the weapon making shop, Master Gu also set up a catering shop, and each child could receive two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge.

If you ask for help every day, of course you can’t afford it.

But since Mo Hua is here, he is naturally an exception, so it’s okay to treat him to a meal.

Just like that, the bonfire was brightly lit inside the weapon refining shop, and it was extremely noisy.

Outside of the weapon refining business, there are also more smiles on the children’s faces.

Mo Hua was sitting on the throne in the courtyard, eating spiritual meat.

This spiritual meat is a specialty of Gushan City. It tastes good and is not expensive, but when I think about the children outside, eating a steamed bun makes me happy.

The meat and soul in Mo Hua's mouth suddenly no longer smelled good.

But he is not a hypocritical person, not to mention that the soul and body itself are innocent and cannot be wasted.

Mo Hua still ate all the meat in front of him.

After eating the meat, he drank some wine and watched the masters in the weapon refinery shop guessing and wrestling. After a while, he felt tired, so he went back to his room to rest.

The guest room that Master Gu prepared for him was also a good one.

Mo Hua lay on the bed, closed his eyes for a while to recuperate, and got rid of his drunkenness. He was about to get up and draw the formation, but unexpectedly, before midnight, he fell into a drowsy sleep again.

He had that nightmare again.

In the dream, a pair of dark, hollow, bloodshot, evil and terrifying eyes looked at him.

Countless people who died tragically with broken arms and limbs seemed to crawl out of the abyss, struggling to crawl towards the ink painting, biting the "flesh" of his spiritual thoughts.

Mo Hua once again experienced the feeling of weakness, powerlessness, and despair.

This time, the feeling is more real, clearer and more helpless.

This also means that the power of nightmare rules is stronger.

But Mo Hua's expression was cold, without any hesitation or fear.

While being overwhelmed, gnawed and bitten by thousands of innocent souls, Mo Hua stood firm, relying on his strong spiritual thoughts and will to think that everything in front of him was "illusion".

In his palm, a ray of spiritual sword light was condensing intermittently.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Hua's eyes flashed with light, and his spiritual thoughts turned into swords in his hands. He broke away from the illusion of "ego" in the nightmare. He only waved his sword with a mighty golden light, and wiped out the countless ferocious souls in front of him.

All were buried.

The sinister and bloody gaze of the evil fetus disappeared.

Mo Hua woke up from a nightmare.

This time, he was more sure.

The real nightmare of the evil god has certain "rules" that can distort one's own spiritual cognition, thereby suppressing or even erasing the power of one's own spiritual thoughts to a certain extent, making one fall into a nightmare that is difficult to escape.

.

The first nightmare power was not that strong.

This time, it was obviously much stronger than the last time.

Why?

Is it because... I am closer to the source of this nightmare...

Mo Hua turned his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window is the endless stretch of Lonely Mountain. Under the cover of night, it is dark, dead, empty, and gloomy, like a terrifying behemoth, secretly devouring Lonely Mountain City.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

…

The next day, after getting up early and having breakfast, Mo Hua said, "Master Gu, can you take me to Gushan for a walk?"

"Gushan?" Master Gu was startled.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Master Gu considered it and said: "The Gushan Mountain is rugged and dirty. Due to over-exploitation, most of it has been abandoned. There is nothing to visit."

Mo Hua said: "It's okay, I'll go take a look."

Master Gu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

After he made arrangements for the weapon refining business, he entered Gushan alone, carrying his ink paintings along several deserted and rugged mountain roads.

It was only early in the morning, but there were already a few monks scattered on the mountain, some of them children.

Carrying bamboo baskets on their backs and burying their heads, they were picking out potentially useful slag in the dark and dirty mine pits.

The monks depend on the mountain and eat the mountain.

Gushan was originally the wealth left by their ancestors from generation to generation, for the descendants of Gushan to continue to survive.

But now the mineral deposits in Gushan have long been exhausted.

They, the descendants of Gushan, can only scrounge for some scraps on the "remains" of Gushan and exchange them for some broken spiritual stones to make a living and live a hard life.

Mo Hua saw all this and continued to move forward.

As Master Gu said, Gushan has become extremely desolate.

There are abandoned mines everywhere, a mess. Dark mine mouths are scattered all over the mountain, and it is impossible to know where they lead.

Some mountain roads are damp and gloomy, and the slag underfoot exudes a peculiar smell and is accompanied by mine poison.
To be continued...