Chapter 677: Chapter 552: Planting Devil in Taoist Heart_3
"These days, Iāve been feeling nervous and jittery, as if a great disaster is about to occur. Iāve been unable to sleep at night, which is why I wanted to leave
"After departing, we would lose the opportunity
"Donāt indulge in wishful thinking, here in Dali Mountain, the real Demon Head hasnāt arrived yet
"Isnāt it that our Taoist Court has no Great cultivators?ā
"Itās not the same, you
While they were talking, they walked into the dilapidated temple, and just as they looked up, they were startled to see Mo Hua and another person.
Gui Taoās people sat in the shadows, indistinct and unclear.
Mo Hua was drawing a Warm Fire Formation, roasting by the fire, his small face lit by the firelight, flushed red, with sweet potatoes stuffed in his mouth and his cheeks puffed.
The gaunt old man, Mo Hua remembered, seemed to be surnamed Wen. Upon seeing Mo Hua and his companion, he clasped his hands in greeting after his moment of surprise:
"We were passing through and hoped to stay for the night. We apologize for the intrusion!ā
After speaking, the gaunt old man glanced at Mo Hua, somewhat puzzled.
He couldnāt help feelingāthe night was dark and windy, the lamp dim, the temple broken. Mo Hua, this child, seemed eerie roasting his food, eating nonchalantly.
Yet at the same time, he felt that Mo Hua looked somewhat familiar.
It seemed he had seen him somewhere before, and the impression should have been very deep.
But he couldnāt recall where.
Mo Hua was also a bit astonished.
These three didnāt recognize him.
But it didnāt matter anymore. Under the circumstances, pretending not to recognize each other was better.
Mo Hua didnāt speak; he just nodded slightly.
The gaunt old man clasped his hands in thanks again, while the middle-aged cultivator haughtily seated himself.
As for Young Master Yun, he too looked confusedly at Mo Hua, but after a brief gaze, still not recognizing him, he ended up giving a polite bow as a way of expressing his thanks.
Mo Hua remembered Young Master Yun quite clearly.
A Second Grade Formation Master, thin-skinned and somewhat shy, but kindhearted and enthusiastic, open about his formation skills.
They had a good relationship.
Mo Hua turned his head and stole a glance at Gui Taoās people, feeling a bit worried.
"Could my āuncleā intend to kill these people?ā
He held the sweet potato, not eating it, instead carefully observing Gui Taoās people, checking if his aura was stable, managing his presence and senses in a subdued state, showing no signs of initiating Planting Devil in Taoist Heart. He finally relaxed a bit.
Mo Hua, seizing the moment, finished his sweet potato and then dimmed the light of the Warm Fire Formation slightly.
The darkness deepened, shrouding Gui Taoās figure even more obscurely.
Mo Hua nodded subtly.
Now, Young Master Yun and the others couldnāt see āuncleāsā figure.
On the other side, Young Master Yun and the others found a clean spot, sat down, and began talking softly.
It seemed they were wary of Mo Hua overhearing, so they kept their voices low, and their words were veiled.
With his superior Divine Sense, Mo Hua managed to catch a bit of the conversation, though it was quite muffled.
It seemed the gaunt old man wanted to leave, the middle-aged cultivator disagreed, and Young Master Yun wavered, wanting to leave yet hesitating over something, seeming reluctant.
The middle-aged cultivator then mocked the gaunt old man, āThe older one gets, the more cowardly.ā
The gaunt old man retorted, āItās precisely because of being cautious that Iāve lived so long.ā
He glanced at the middle-aged cultivator and scoffed, āYou may not live to my age
The two argued briefly, then shifted to discussing the matters of the Taoist Court and the Demon Sect, saying a great deal which seemed critical, but Mo Hua, with limited knowledge, didnāt recognize the titles.
Something about a Venerable, some Fairy, some Rakshasa, some Valley Master, some old ancestorsā¦
Who these people were, what their statuses were, and what grievances they had.
They chattered on for quite a while.
To Mo Hua, unaware of these people and hearing such talkāmostly about family marriages, clan promotions, ancestor commemorations, burialsāit all seemed so mundane, and he began to doze off.
Half-asleep, Mo Hua suddenly heard them mention:
"That personā¦ What does he really have on him?ā
Mo Hua snapped to awareness in a jolt.
That personā¦
Were they talking aboutā¦ Master?
Mo Hua looked up covertly.
The gaunt old manās expression was grave, his words hesitant.
The middle-aged cultivatorās eyes narrowed, āYou actually know?ā
The gaunt old man remained silent.
The middle-aged cultivator became impatient, āItās come to this, just speak up
Young Master Yun also seemed curious.
After struggling internally for a long time, the gaunt old man finally sighed, āIā¦ also heard it. You all know it now, but do not mention it to outsiders
The middle-aged cultivator assured, āDonāt worry.ā
The gaunt old man sighed, then continued:
"Our sectās former leader, an expert in Calculation, highly experienced, sadly suffered from mental decline before his death, hence sometimes his words wereā¦unconsidered
He didnāt want to disrespect his predecessor, so he spoke very euphemistically.
"One day, he inadvertently revealed something, which I happened to overhear
"He said, the secret that person carriesā¦ involves theā¦ Back Ruins Heaven Burial
Back Ruins Heaven Burial?
What did that mean?
Mo Hua frowned.
Suddenly the atmosphere around changed; Mo Hua startled, turned towards Gui Taoās people, and his expression was one of shock.
Under the darkness of the night, Gui Taoās people had opened their eyes, their pupils were deeper than the darkness itself, fluctuations in their aura, and a mutation had occurred in the Six Dusts.
Heā¦ harbored a killing intent!