Mo Hua took another look at the gentle and elegant middle-aged monk in front of him, and said in surprise: "You are actually from the Shen family?"

The middle-aged monk cupped his hands and said, "I'm here, Shen Xiuyan."

"Shen Xiuyan..."

Mo Hua silently remembered the name and asked: "Are you the elder of the Shen family? Are you in charge of the affairs of Gushan City?"

The middle-aged monk named "Shen Xiuyan" shook his head, "The affairs of Gushan City are not under my control. I am the elder of Xiaoling Sect."

"Xiao Ling Sect?" Mo Hua had never heard of this sect.

Shen Xiu said: "It is a small sect, one of the hundred sects of Qianxue. It is not very popular. It is normal that Mr. Mo has never heard of it."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded, a little surprised, "Aren't your Shen family a hereditary family of Qian Dao Sect? You didn't go to Qian Dao Sect to be an elder?"

Shen Xiuyan smiled helplessly, "Qian Dao Sect is one of the four major sects, and it is the top sect in Qianxue State. The threshold is too high, so it is not easy to get into."

"What's more, the Shen family is a big family. There are many monks in the family, and they fight fiercely among themselves. Everyone wants to join the Qian Dao Sect, let alone the position of elder. Even a teaching job, they have to work hard and fight over it."

"I don't have that background, nor do I have that ability. I wanted to go out and look for opportunities to change my life against the odds... but I didn't find any."

"I can only accept my fate, pick an ordinary sect among the hundreds of sects of Qianxue, become a tutor, and live my life."

"Of course, I am a Jindan now. With the name of the Shen family, the Xiaoling Sect does not dare to neglect me. It is logical that I will be promoted to the position of 'elder'."

"You are not an ordinary elder," Mo Hua thought again, "I think the other Shen family members respect you quite a bit."

"It's just more than enough than the top," Shen Xiuyan said, "In the Shen family, there are a lot of people who do well, and there are also too many who don't. As an elder who has learned a lot, compared to Although those true direct descendants are not as good as others, they are still much better than the ordinary family disciples who have to look up to others."

"That's it..." Mo Hua nodded, having a little understanding of the internal situation of the Shen family.

The aristocratic family oppressed the casual cultivators.

But within the aristocratic families, there are also conflicts with each other.

Not everyone in the big family does well.

"Master Mo," Shen Xiuyan took another deep look at Mo Hua, and then said a little uneasily, "You... why are you looking for me?"

He had completely forgotten the word "ink painting" before and had no memory at all.

Everything about ink painting is also shrouded in a layer of fog and dusty in the corner of memory.

Shen Xiuyan almost instinctively did not want to think of it, let alone did not dare to remember it.

It was not until today, when he saw the ink painting with his own eyes, that the cause and effect turned, and the dusty memories were uncovered, that Shen Xiuyan remembered the name "ink painting" and everything related to the ink painting.

At the same time, he remembered another "ink painting".

That monster "Mo Hua" is rumored among all the major sects in Qianxue State.

The leader of the Qianxue State Border Formation.

Taixu Sect’s formation monster.

Shen Xiuyan also gradually connected the two people.

The clever and eccentric "little kid" that he met during the corpse disaster in Nanyue City and the demon disaster in Lizhou City is now the leader of the formation that overwhelms thousands of geniuses in Qianxue.

The world is changing, things are changing.

Shen Xiuyan was shocked and felt a sense of disbelief.

The identity of Mo Hua is mysterious, and his origin is equally unfathomable.

So when Mo Hua approached him, Shen Xiuyan felt a little scared, not knowing what Mo Hua was going to do.

Mo Hua said casually: "I want to ask a little bit about the Shen family. It's not a big deal."

Of course, Shen Xiuyan couldn't believe it.

As Mo Hua, there is absolutely no chance that anyone who has anything to do with him will have any minor issues.

Shen Xiuyan was silent for a moment and reminded him kindly, "Sir... I am from the Shen family."

People from the Shen family naturally protect the interests of the Shen family.

It is impossible to reveal family secrets for an outsider.

"I know," Mo Hua whispered, "but are the interests of the Shen family all your interests? Are the members of the Shen family all your relatives?"

"Some benefits are in the hands of other Shen family members. What does it have to do with you?"

"Some people are destined to be the elders of Qiandao Sect when they are born, but you can only be a teacher of Xiaoling Sect..."

These words were like the whispers of a demon, which made Shen Xiuyan's heart tremble.

Not a family, don't enter the same door.

But even a family has its own family.

The larger the family, the more so.

Interest conflicts, uneven distribution, intrigues, intrigues... these are the norm.

What Mo Hua said is absolutely correct.

But Shen Xiuyan still hesitated.

He didn't want to be involved with Mo Hua at all. He couldn't be tainted by this kind of big cause and effect that had no boundaries, so he could hide as far away as possible.

Mo Hua looked at him deeply and said slowly: "Do you still remember what happened in the ruined temple that night?"

Shen Xiuyan's pupils shrank and he felt a gust of cold wind blowing by, making his bones tremble.

The scene in the ruined temple gradually came to mind again.

That was about ten years ago. He, Old Man Wen, and Young Master Yun followed the clues about the man and arrived outside Lizhou City where demons were dancing. Seeing that it was getting late, they stayed overnight in a ruined temple outside the city.

The night was dark and the three of them were drowsy.

But for some reason, Old Man Wen began to feel hungry and chewed his fingers as "Bigu Pills"; Master Yun took out his sword and stabbed his heart veins;

And he himself took out a knife and slashed his own neck, causing blood to flow...

It was like suffering from a terrible nightmare.

Over the years, he would occasionally have this nightmare, in which he cut his own neck over and over again, causing blood to flow everywhere.

Even the head was cut off and fell to the ground. The headless body was still cutting the headless neck bit by bit...

The blood was dripping and the flesh and blood were blurred.

This dream is too real, too terrifying, and has no end.

When half asleep and half awake, Shen Xiuyan would be a little dazed and even a little doubtful.

I doubt whether I am already dead, and whether I ever walked out of that ruined temple...

Because all the memories about ink painting were gone, he could not remember how he broke the situation and how he got out of the temple.

Now that I have seen the ink paintings, my memory is recalled bit by bit, and the cause and effect are completed bit by bit, and the events of that year gradually become clear.

Shen Xiuyan frowned, resisting the palpitations in his heart, and recalled it for a moment before realizing.

Back then, my life was indeed saved by this young master.

Otherwise, he would have died in the ruined temple outside Lizhou City in an unknown and unclear way.

I don’t even know how he died...

Mo Hua saw that he knew clearly and said:

"It's not that I'm trying to repay a favor, but that everything in the world has cause and effect. I saved your life, and you did something for me. This is cause and effect. If there is cause and effect, but you don't repay it, you will be in bad luck. .”

The ink painting has a serious expression.

Shen Xiuyan was shocked.

The matter of divine cause and effect is something that Old Man Wen often talks about, but he doesn't really believe it at first.

But since ten years ago, in order to "change his destiny against nature" and seek opportunities, he went through such troubled waters. There were some things that he couldn't help but believe in.

He still remembered that the Nanyue City corpse disaster had nothing to do with him at the time, and he didn't want to pay attention to it.

But after Old Man Wen made a fortune, he muttered that there would be great terror in the road ahead, and life and death were unpredictable, and if he could save a whole city of Nanyue City, or even a whole state of monks, and forge a good relationship, they would meet him in the future. In a desperate situation, there may be a glimmer of hope.

The three of them stayed in Nanyue City and helped suppress the corpse disaster.

It was during this corpse disaster that they met a little boy named "Mo Hua".

This is the reason.

And this result coincides with the death disaster of the ruined temple.

If the chaos of corpses is not calmed down and Mo Hua is not recognized, then Mo Hua will not save them in the ruined temple, and all three of them will die without a burial place.

"Cause, good and evil, one drink and one peck. Mr. Zhuang gave us a chance to make a choice, which also gave us a glimmer of hope..."

These are the original words of Old Man Wen.

When Shen Xiuyan listened to it, he didn't feel much at all, but the more he thought about it later, the more he felt that the mystery here was really profound.

"Is there cause and effect..."
To be continued...