Shen Shouxing felt a chill in his heart.

He always thought that the Shen family was the biggest profiteer by taking over the mines in Gushan and massacring the unscrupulous cultivators.

But now I see that everything is wrong.

The biggest profiteer is not their Shen family.

Behind the scenes, there is something even more sinister, which has been staring at them—

The aristocratic family was so busy trying to make money and hiding dirt that they didn't notice it at all.

Shen Shouxing was filled with regret.

Mr. Tu smiled, his laughter sharp and gloomy:

"You and I each get what we need, so what's the plan? Without my help, how could the Shen family rise, and how could you become the elder?"

"All of this is what you want."

"Your glory and wealth are all given by me."

This sentence seemed to touch Shen Shouxing's heartstrings.

"Prosperity and wealth?" Shen Shouxing's eyes dripped with blood and he laughed to himself, "What's the use of glory and wealth?"

"My son is dead, my only son is dead."

"I have no descendants."

"Family interests, power and status, all the things I have worked hard to earn all my life, in the end no one will inherit them. They are all just a dream and someone else's wedding dress."

"A lifetime of hard work, all in vain—"

"This is retribution—"

In Shen Shouxing's heart, a trace of absurdity and a trace of sadness arose, which then turned into deep despair.

His son died, he had no descendants, and he was completely in despair.

It's like a key that unlocks the seeds in your heart and finally sprouts.

Shen Shouxing's eyes gradually turned gray-black, his will was completely gone, and his mind was completely crazy.

"Let's die together——."

He abandoned his long sword and rushed towards Mr. Tu like a mad dog. He used his hands and feet to tear Mr. Tu's body, and even opened his mouth to bite Mr. Tu's flesh and blood.

"Crazy?"

Mr. Tu sneered.

"Those who seek fame and fortune without a strong Taoist heart are just playthings after all."

Mr. Tu manipulated the demon and started fighting with the crazy Shen Shouxing.

Once a monk's Taoist heart is extinguished, only his instincts will remain. Without the exquisite Taoism, he will be much weaker.

Therefore, although Shen Shouxing looked terrifying, he lost his mind and his killing power was not strong. He only left a series of flesh-gnawing wounds on Mr. Tu when he bit.

These wounds are not serious, especially for a "human demon" whose flesh is deformed and turbid.

Mr. Tu didn’t care either.

But what he didn't notice was that after being bitten by Shen Shouxing, wisps of strange gray slowly seeped into his flesh and blood, and then disappeared.·

I was looking for the ink painting of the natal god's statue, and my scalp trembled for no reason.

A chill came over my heart.

But the chill came and went quickly. By the time Mo Hua noticed it carefully, he could no longer feel anything.

"What's going on——"

Mo Hua frowned and wanted to calculate carefully, but he didn't know what to calculate. Moreover, time was urgent and it was important to find the statue of his natal god. He could only suppress his doubts temporarily.

But there was no progress in finding the statue of the natal god.

There are so many statues placed on the outside of the temple, beside the huge wall, that it really looks like a "forest of statues", and they all have different postures and are all very special. It is impossible to identify which statue belongs to the tiger.

Destiny.

Thinking about it, if it were so easy to find, his natal statue would have fallen into the hands of Mr. Tu and the evil god long ago.

But it’s just that others can’t find it. You can’t make it so difficult for yourself..."

If you can't find the idol, how can you fulfill the tiger's mission?

Mo Hua calmed down and recalled Tiger's last words again:

"If we are really friends - take my - and leave the lonely mountain."

If it is a friend, then take his "natal idol" and leave the lonely mountain.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and felt that this sentence should have another meaning——

If they are really friends, then they should be able to recognize his natal idol.

Why?

I am friends with the fallen tiger, so should I find the source from the Huangshan tiger in Dry Mountain?

The downtrodden tiger————·

In my mind, every bit of interaction with Huangshan Jun passed by one by one like a horse watching flowers——

Suddenly, Mo Hua remembered something.

A long time ago, one day, he felt sorry for the tiger's miserable life, so he brought some offerings of chicken, duck, and fish to feed him.

After eating and drinking, Huangshan Jun took himself to a cliff behind the ruined temple.

Clusters of old vines cover the cliffside, covering a steep stone staircase.

Going down the stone steps, there is a cave.

There is a statue of a god hidden in the cave.

Mo Hua gradually recalled the appearance of the statue:

He is tall and dignified, with a long and narrow face and majestic eyes, somewhat similar to Huangshan Jun. His whole body is made of fine copper, and some places are even plated with a layer of gold.

Compared to the clay sculpture in the ruined temple, I don’t know how much better it is————

Huangshan Jun regards this statue as a treasure and hides it very deeply. If he had not had a close relationship with him, he would not have told him.

In other words, this is something only "friends" can see.

The statue under the cliff should not be Huangshanjun's natal statue, but it must be the most "similar" thing to his natal statue.

His real natal idol is hidden in the lonely mountain, and he dare not look for it. With his current desolate state, it is impossible to find it back.

Therefore, he could only make a fake one and use it as a thought.

Although it's fake, since it's just a thought, it should look pretty much the same.

This is cause and effect, which is the clue given by Huangshanjun!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

In his mind, he recalled the appearance of the statue in the cave on the cliff, and then he let go of his consciousness and scanned the hall, comparing the mountain god statue in his mind with the dazzling array of statues in the hall.

The ink painting is full of thoughts and sharp perception.

One after another, statues of gods of different shapes passed through his mind one by one, like fleeting lights—"

Finally, Mo Hua's heart was shaken and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Elder Xun, follow me!"

Elder Xun didn't know why and nodded.

Mo Hua led everyone to an inconspicuous corner of the temple.

In the corner, there is a statue of a god.

To Mo Hua's surprise, the statue was not big, only half a person tall, and it did not look so exquisite or luxurious.

The face of the statue is somewhere between the majestic Huangshan Tiger of Gushan and the Luohuang Tiger of Dry Mountain, even more like the desolate Tiger.

Thrown in a corner, it looks very simple compared to the surrounding statues.

It's even a bit like "pin".

"This is————.the tiger's natal statue?"

The ink painting was a little uncertain for a while.

You only have one chance, if you get it wrong, it's over.

Mo Hua frowned and was very confused.

At this moment, Xunzi frowned and asked in a low voice: "Mo Hua, what are you looking at?"

What to see?
Chapter completed!