Old Mr.

Mo Hua was grateful, but also a little worried, and asked in a low voice:

"Old sir, if we keep this dragon vein for ourselves, will it... cause Dao Ting to blame us?"

Old Mr.

"You didn't peel off the real dragon's skin, twitch the real dragon's tendons, refine the real dragon's dragon veins, and pick up the veins of a karmic dragon, so the Taoist court won't really cause trouble for you."

"What's more, God knows this and the earth knows it, you know it and I know it."

"This dragon vein is collected in my Taixu Sect, and the Taoist court doesn't know about it, so there won't be any trouble."

Mo Hua felt relieved and said to Mr. Xun with a smile: "Then please leave it to Mr. Xun."

Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Don't worry, just go and practice hard."

"yes."

Mo Hua nodded and smiled. After bowing, he said goodbye and left.

Old Mr.

"I don't know what this kid has studied..."

…

After leaving Mr. Xun, I continued to practice ink painting as usual.

A few days later, during the holiday break, he went out to Dry Mountain.

The matter of Gushan and Longmai had been roughly settled, and Mo Hua had time to make this trip.

He planned to return Huangshan Jun's "natal statue" to its original owner.

This is the entrustment of Lord Huangshan of Gushan.

Accepting orders from others is a matter of loyalty to others.

Since you agreed, you will naturally do it.

Not to mention, Huangshan Jun gave himself a big gift before his death.

Since he was going on a long trip, Xun Ziyou naturally wanted to follow him.

Mo Hua carried the statue of the god, which could not be seen or noticed by others, on Xun Ziyou's body.

The two of them rode a carriage all the way to Dry Mountain.

The mountains are quiet and forested.

Fallen leaves form a thick blanket, spreading from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The two of them climbed up the stairs, stepping on the soft and crisp leaves, until they reached the ruined temple.

Mo Hua then said: "Elder Xun, that's enough. I can go in by myself."

Xun Ziyou glanced at the empty dilapidated mountain temple on this deserted mountain, and frowned.

"Are you going alone?"

Mo Hua nodded, "I'm going to visit an old friend."

"Old friend?" Xun Ziyou was puzzled.

"Well," Mo Hua whispered, "this friend of mine is a little shy of strangers, and he doesn't like to be disturbed by others. Elder Xun, please don't tell others the location of this temple."

Xun Ziyou nodded doubtfully.

The ink painting is a bit strange.

But ink paintings are usually weird, so it's not surprising that he does some strange things.

He just felt a little emotional in his heart, Mo Hua knew so many people and had a really wide network.

that is……

Xun Ziyou glanced at the deserted mountain temple and wondered: This seems to be a "human" connection, isn't it?

On the other side, Mo Hua had already walked into the ruined temple carrying the statue of the god on his back.

This natal statue is a bit heavy, but fortunately, Elder Xunzi You was carrying it all the way, so it was not a big deal for Mo Hua to carry it for such a short distance.

After entering the ruined temple, Mo Hua looked up and saw the Huangshan Jun among the clay sculptures.

It is still staying in this ruined temple.

There's nothing I can do about it. With its conditions, it's basically impossible to visit.

There were no visitors either.

Mr. Huangshan would not be happy if a guest really came to visit.

In the barren mountains and wilderness, with wolves, insects, tigers and leopards everywhere, and wandering ghosts, how could he, a fallen mountain god, have any good "guests"?

Huangshanjun also had a complicated expression.

A few days ago, in the days when I had always been lonely, extremely poor, and peacefully lonely, for some reason, I suddenly felt frightened again.

It knew that something was definitely going to happen.

Moreover, it is still a huge thing.

It had been worried about this for a long time. It was restless and had no taste in its mouth. Even when it ate the sour steamed buns, it didn't even feel sour.

The sun is just right today, and Mr. Huangshan just looked up.

Sure enough, the "little ancestor" Mo Hua came again.

As usual, Huangshan Jun floated up from the clay sculpture, with a kind smile on his face, and greeted him in front of the ink painting.

"My little friend, you are fine. I don't know why you are free and come to the ruined temple of the little god again?"

Mo Hua placed the statue on his back on the ground.

"I brought you a 'gift'."

The outside of the statue is covered with gray cloth, and an array of divine mist is drawn around it with ink paintings to hide the breath and prevent the leakage of cause and effect.

Looking at the things in front of him, Huangshan Jun was stunned for a moment.

The gray cloth was wrapped tightly, and it didn't know what was inside.

But now that it is closer, it is gradually aware of the looming wisp of Qi that has the same origin.

An idea that it had never dreamed of before slowly came to mind.

An incredible excitement and excitement surged from the bottom of his heart and flowed throughout his body, making his whole body tremble, his mind surging, his scalp numb, and his head buzzing.

Huangshan Jun's heart was filled with disbelief.

"This..." its voice trembled.

Mo Hua whispered: "I looked like it was your 'family', and I happened to come across it, so I brought it back to you."

As he spoke, Mo Hua opened a corner of the gray cloth.

Huangshan Jun only took one look and couldn't help but tremble all over, and even his eyes began to fill with tears.

"You...retrieved it...for me?"

"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded.

Huangshan Jun's chest felt suffocated and he almost couldn't breathe.

It looked at the ink painting again, and felt that at this moment, the ink painting had eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like bright stars, red lips and white teeth. He was extremely handsome, unparalleled in elegance and grace.

In this world, there are no more beautiful people, gods, or even immortals than ink paintings.

The ink painting is even easier to see, with a golden glow all over it.

This little monk actually... took back its "natal idol"?!

From the hands of the ancient evil god, from the hands of the hatched evil fetus, the statue of the natal god that was lost at the bottom of the lonely mountain and occupied by evil spirits was brought out?!

For this mountain god, he is so kind and benevolent that it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a reborn parent.

This little ancestor is really its "ancestor".

At the same time, Mr. Huangshan was also very shocked.

It simply can't imagine how the ink paintings that build the foundation of cultivation can achieve all this.

At the bottom of the solitary mountain, there is a great burial of thousands of corpses, and the Temple of the Evil Embryo.

Mr. Huangshan can’t even imagine how many difficulties and obstacles he faces here?

Even if it, a mountain god, is lucky enough to cultivate for another thousand years and return to the top of the third level, it may not be able to reach the bottom of the lonely mountain, take back the statue of its own destiny, and escape intact.

Mo Hua, this little monk, how on earth did he do it?

Mr. Huangshan was shocked and completely stunned.

Seeing it standing still, Mo Hua kindly reminded: "Put it away quickly, don't lose it again."
To be continued...