In the dense forest, the man was obviously a little distracted. While he was recovering in cross-legged position, his face still looked a little frightened, and he looked up at the sky from time to time.
"Dong..." Suddenly, a soft sound came, which startled the middle-aged man. He turned around and saw that it was just a wild cat running out of nowhere.
"Huh..." I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, but felt inexplicably sad in my heart.
Thinking of the experiences I have had over the years, it really feels like a dream.
Now that I woke up from the dream, everything was shattered, and it was still unclear whether this fish that slipped through the net could escape with his life. Even if you get away with it, where can you go?
go home? Haha, with my current status and the things I have done over the years, if I go back, I can only bring disaster to the family.
Therefore, even if he can escape, he can only be a lonely ghost and don't even think about anything else.
"I can't blame others. I can only blame me for being too greedy, too unwilling, and unfair fate. Why are you so stingy with me? What's the difference between a pseudo-spiritual root with four attributes and trash?"
"Ahem..." A light cough suddenly sounded, instantly interrupting the middle-aged man's soliloquy.
"Whether the Four Spiritual Roots are trash or not is a matter of opinion. However, you refused to follow the right path and chose to join the Black Evil Sect. You have done so many evil deeds that are inhumane. I'm afraid you are worse than trash."
"Who are you, get out?" Suddenly hearing a strange voice, the middle-aged man stood up in fear and yelled. At the same time, there was a flash of light in his hand, and a yellow spear emerged.
After a moment of composure, he noticed the person coming, a strange monk wearing black clothes and a black cloak on his head. However, his cultivation level is the same as his, still in the middle stage of foundation building.
"It's you! How could you possibly chase me here! Also, where is your master?"
"Hey, do you know us?" Han Li was startled for a moment, obviously a little unexpected, and then said,
"Can you tell me how you know our master and apprentice? If you are an acquaintance, maybe I can let you go?"
"Do you think I'm that stupid?" The middle-aged man shook the spear in his hand and was about to take action when a voice came from behind him again,
"Whether you are stupid or not is another matter. Do you think that with your own strength, you have a chance to escape against my master and apprentice?"
"Sure enough, you are here too." The moment he turned around and saw the person coming, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed. He seemed to have figured out something. He suddenly put down the spear in his hand, and said with a wry smile on his face,
"You're right, I admit defeat."
"Hey, why are you..." At this time, Mo Juren also saw the appearance of the middle-aged man, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes. He was so familiar, and he actually had a slight resemblance to Wang Ping.
"What's your last name? What's your relationship with the Wang Family of Spirit Beast Mountain?"
"I don't know the Wang family, nor do I know Spirit Beast Mountain!" Upon hearing the other party's inquiry, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, and he denied it repeatedly.
"Wang Ping is my best friend. I have also heard about you from him." Although it was only for a moment, Mo Juren had already figured out everything in an instant. The person in front of him must be the person Wang Ping mentioned who had been missing for many years. My second uncle.
"Ping'er..." After hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly sat down on the ground with a plop, a look of despair on his face. Yes, Ping'er looks so similar to me, so what's the use of denying it to someone we know well?
"I'm curious, how did you recognize the two of us? It seems that we have never met before, right?" Mo Juren asked again.
"When you killed Tie Luo that night, I was at the scene and witnessed the whole process with my own eyes. Naturally, I know everything clearly." The middle-aged man did not hide anything and answered directly.
"You are at the scene!" A trace of doubt flashed in Mo Juren's eyes. With the strength of his consciousness, how could the other party not notice it if he was at the scene?
"I know that your spiritual consciousness is powerful, but my name of 'Earth Ghost' is not for nothing. As long as it is lurking underground, the earth-attribute evil spirit will merge with the earth, and it is easily undetectable." The middle-aged man explained again.
"Since you have seen us, why don't you report it to the leader of the Black Evil Sect?"
"Leader, haha," a hint of ferocity appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he said in a hateful voice,
"Does he think that what he did is so secret that others don't know anything? No, an accidental opportunity happened to let me know a lot of things, whether it was the essence of Yue Huang or the Evil Demon Art. After all, our great blood warriors are just It’s just a marriage for others.”
"So you chose to escape?"
"I'm betting too." The middle-aged man nodded and said,
"Your strength far exceeds expectations. You are not inferior to the leader in the slightest. It also allows me to see an opportunity, a possibility of completely breaking away from the Black Evil Sect."
"I see." Mo Juren looked stunned, but something strange flashed in his eyes.
"They are really acquaintances!" Han Li on the other side was startled. It was a bit difficult to do this. He just didn't know what the master would decide?
"Ping'er is okay, have you built the foundation?" After calming down for a while, the middle-aged man suddenly asked.
"The foundation building was successful a few years ago. Now we are stepping up our efforts to break through the middle stage of foundation building. I think it won't be far away." Mo Juren nodded and said,
"Don't you ask about the Wang family's situation?"
"That's good. Although Ping'er is a bit dull, he is a really good boy, and his qualifications are also top-notch. He will definitely be the pillar of the Wang family in the future." The middle-aged man seemed to have remembered something, and there was a look of relief in his eyes. fleetingly gone,
"As for the Wang family, with my father and eldest brother here, there will definitely be no problems."
After a pause, he then said again,
"What do you plan to do with me?"
"What do you think?" Mo Juren's expression remained unchanged. However, his simple rhetorical question made the middle-aged man sigh.
"I understand, can you please do me a favor before you die?"
"Tell me."
"Help me bring a message to Ping'er..." The middle-aged man whispered for a while. After listening, Mo Juren narrowed his eyes slightly and asked immediately,
"Wang Zhuo knows about you?"
"Your Excellency is really..." The middle-aged man understood something instantly, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
"Your Excellency is overly worried. He doesn't know about my situation. After joining the Black Evil Cult, I completely severed contact with my past." After a pause, he continued,
"Wang Zhuo is a very capable person. If my guess is correct, after I disappeared and was no longer suppressed, he will definitely come forward. Now he must have a lot of say in the Wang family. And this person has a strong desire for human rights. , and I have always been very dissatisfied with Ping'er and worried that he would do something outrageous."
"This is just your one-sided statement. How can Mo believe it?" Mo Juren asked again.
"This..." A hint of helplessness flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and then he said,
"I can let go of my consciousness and let you investigate."
"That's not necessary." Mo Juren's hand flashed, and a golden talisman appeared. After activating it, he threw it out. The spiritual talisman stood in the air, and a strange wave emerged, enveloping the opponent in it.
"This is the heart-testing talisman. Just say what you just said to this talisman again."
"Okay." The middle-aged man said it again without any hesitation.
After the strange fluctuations slowly dissipated and there was nothing abnormal, Mo Juren finally felt relieved, otherwise, he would have to have other considerations.
He recalled the magic talisman and then said:
"I promised to send a message for you, but it was just a reminder from a friend and I would not mention your affairs. So, maybe you understand?"
"Is this enough?"
Hearing the other party's promise, a trace of relief flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and then he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes tightly, as if he was thinking about something.
Suddenly, he roared wildly, and bursts of blood flames suddenly appeared all over his body, covering his entire body. In the raging flames, the expressions on his face kept changing, including joy, anger, pain, fear, guilt, and so on.
After just a moment, the man seemed to have figured out something and laughed loudly with relief. In the laughter, he finally turned into pieces of ashes and disappeared without a trace.
The mountain forest suddenly became quiet.
Mo Juren was silent for a while, speechless for a long time, until he heard Han Li's approaching steps, he stretched out his hand and waved. Suddenly, an earthy yellow ball slowly flew up and floated in front of him.
tomato
"This is the last one, take it."
"Master..." Han Li opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that nothing could come out.
"There is no need to feel guilty. No matter what this person's identity is, just because he is a blood servant of the Black Evil Cult, he has committed many sins over the years. There is nothing wrongful about his death." Mo Juren shook his head slightly and continued,
"Let's go, Cui'er and the others need to wait impatiently."
…
The follow-up processing of the Black Evil Cult went smoothly.
Liu Jing was worthy of his jealous temper. According to the detailed information about the Black Evil Cult obtained from the palace chief helmsman, he resolutely uprooted all the branch helmsmen in the next few days. Not a single remaining member of the congregation was spared.
Something happened to the emperor of a country, and the palace was also involved. This incident caused quite a stir in Yue Jing City.
However, it finally calmed down at an extremely fast speed due to the intervention of extraordinary power.
Xiao Mansion.
Different from usual, the atmosphere in the mansion at this time was a bit solemn.
In the square in the front yard, all the servants were gathered here, waiting in line for something. In front of the team, there was a table filled with piles of silver ingots, and an old man who looked like a butler was registering and distributing them one by one.
From a distance, Mo Juren glanced at this place, and then asked: "You have given up all your hard work for many years. Doesn't it hurt at all?"
"It's still a bit." Xiao Cuier's small face showed a rare trace of sadness, but it disappeared in an instant, and said,
"This disciple came here with his grandfather when he was very young. He almost grew up in the house here. There will always be feelings. Now that he has to leave suddenly, it is inevitable that he will be a little sad."
After a pause, he continued,
"However, the disciple also knows that since he has entered the world of immortality, he should not be greedy for the mortal world. So, master, don't worry, Cui'er knows the importance."
"Just think about it." Seeing that the other party was so awake, Mo Juren showed a smile on his face, turned his head and looked at the sky, and was about to say more, but suddenly discovered something, and said softly,
"Why is she here?"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back house. Xiao Cuier followed closely without any hesitation.
The moment he entered the back house, something strange flashed in Mo Juren's eyes. A familiar figure was floating in the sky above the small courtyard in front of him.
"Uncle Chen!" The moment she saw the figure, Xiao Cuier suddenly shouted in surprise.
The person who came was none other than Chen Qiaoqian, but shouldn't he have already left for Nanwu City? Why did he suddenly appear here?
"Little sister came uninvited. I hope Brother Mo won't blame him." He slowly descended, nodded with Xiao Cuier, and then said.
"How could it be!" Mo Juren shook his head slightly and then said,
"This is not the place to talk. Junior sister Chen, please come in first, Cui'er..."
"Brother Mo, no need!" Chen Qiaoqian quickly interrupted before he could finish.
"My little sister is here just to ask Brother Mo for a favor, so I won't go in."
"Oh?" Mo Juren looked slightly surprised,
"Junior Sister Chen, if you have anything to say, you may as well speak up. If you can help, Mo will definitely not refuse."
"Thank you, Brother Mo." Chen Qiaoqian hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I don't know where Brother Mo's companion is now. My little sister wants to meet him to thank him for his 'rescue' that day?"
"See him!" Mo Juren's heart moved, and his consciousness was released, and he immediately became aware of the situation in the room.
"That's unfortunate, he has already left."
"Leave? Where did you go? Did... did you go back to the sect?"
"That's right." Mo Juren nodded, but suddenly said,
"He is a monk from Yuanwu Kingdom. He came here just by chance. Now that the matter is over, he will naturally go back."
"Yuan... Yuan Wuguo, he is not..." Chen Qiaoqian's expression changed, and then she said,
"Then please ask Brother Mo to tell my little sister that Qiao Qian will always remember her 'helping hand' that night. I hope I will have the opportunity to express my gratitude in the future."
At the end of the sentence, his expression was full of disappointment, he clasped his fists and said again,
"My little sister has to rush to Nanwu City to join up with my senior sister and the others, so I won't stay much longer. Brother Mo and Cui'er, see you later."
The light came on, and Chen Qiaoqian's beautiful figure moved away quickly, and soon disappeared.
"Why is Master Chen leaving in such a hurry?" Xiao Cuier was a little confused, but at this moment, the door creaked open, and Han Li's figure slowly walked out.
