Chapter 802: Little Immortal Child

Who exactly is this little immortal child?Where did he pop up from?Mo Hua has absolutely no impression."When did this happen?"

Old Yu head said, "It's been over a year now. After we rescued Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi, the villagers built a shrine in the back village, put up a statue, and have been offering incense."

Mo Hua's gaze shifted slightly. "Can you take me to see it?"

"Of course, but..." Old Yu head hesitated, saying, "Benefactor, are you in a hurry?"

"I'll just take a quick look and then leave."

"Alright then."

Old Yu head nodded, instructed his two grandsons, Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi, to watch the house, and then led the way to the back village, taking Mo Hua with him.

The back village was as before, with very few residents.

The well leading to the blood-colored fishing village was still there. Of course, the entrance array had already been erased by Mo Hua.

And not far from the well, on the mountain wall, a small shrine had been chiseled out.

In front of the shrine, a small offering table was placed, arranged with some fruit offerings. In the center, a small clay sculpture was enshrined.

Mo Hua looked at the clay sculpture and fell into thought.

This clay sculpture was of the "little immortal child." The craftsmanship was quite rough, clearly pinched by this group of fishing cultivators themselves, but the appearance was surprisingly good. He carried a golden sword on his back, and the immortal aura sternly sat inside the shrine, looking very imposing.

The key was, the face and eyebrows of this clay sculpture looked very familiar to Mo Hua...

Mo Hua's expression was subtle. He then asked Old Yu head:

"Why did you want to set up this immortal child clay sculpture?"

Old Yu head's face was solemn, and he slowly narrated, "To be honest, Benefactor, before, our village cultivators all had a nightmare..."

"In the nightmare, there was a big fish monster, its head as big as a temple, its fish whiskers as thick as trees, its fangs white and frightening, and its body bloody, looking very terrifying, eating people everywhere."

"Just as this fish monster was wreaking havoc, a small immortal descended from the sky."

"This small immortal was dazzling with golden light all over, stepping through the air. He held a golden sword in his hand, shining with ten thousand rays. He then subdued this big fish monster with a backhand, then raised his hand and brought the sword down. With a flash of golden light, he chopped off the head of this fish monster, eliminating this disaster and evil. Our fishing village also escaped a great catastrophe..."

Old Yu head said this, his face full of gratitude. He then sighed and said:

"But this small immortal only showed his figure in the dream, and came without a shadow and left without a trace. After killing the fish monster, his trace was no longer seen."

"We are grateful for the favor of this small immortal, so we built a shrine here for him, set up a god statue, and offer offerings during festivals every year."

"If the year is not good, the wind and waves are too big, or strange things happen, we will also come here to burn incense and worship this small immortal who holds a golden sword, asking him to protect us from the wind and rain, and protect the peace of this area..."

Mo Hua was stunned.

Everything Old Yu head said, wasn't it all something he had done? ...

After all this fuss...

The immortal child was actually me?

Mo Hua's mood was a bit subtle.

He was also a little curious, so he secretly asked Old Yu head, "Do you worship me... do you worship this small immortal, is it really useful?"

Old Yu head continuously nodded, "Useful, useful!"

"Really?"

"That's natural," Old Yu head's face was full of awe. "If the sky is cloudy and rainy, worshipping this small immortal child will clear up soon; if we don't catch fish, after worshipping, our luck will also turn; Old Yu Er went to the river that day and was bitten by a water demon on one leg, almost getting dragged into the river. As a result, he was lucky and managed to save his life. He came back and said that he was lucky that he had come to worship the small immortal before going into the water, otherwise he would have lost his life..."

"Village head Old Zhao's wife had a difficult birth and also came to worship this small immortal child, and then protected both mother and child..."

Mo Hua: "..."

He didn't know at all that he was so powerful, and could even protect mothers and children...

"Has there ever been a time when it wasn't effective?" Mo Hua asked again.

Old Yu head thought for a moment, "Occasionally there is, but this is definitely because we are not sincere enough, or too greedy, seeking without limit, so the small immortal doesn't pay attention to us..."

"The small immortal must also be very busy, it's impossible to take care of us all the time. It is affection that he helps us, and it is also duty that he doesn't help us. We cannot harbor resentment."

"The human heart is insufficient, like a snake swallowing an elephant. If you are too greedy, you will suffer retribution."

Old Yu head's face was serious, and he was deeply experienced.

Mo Hua nodded.

Needless to say, Old Yu head's set of rhetoric had quite meticulous logic.

Mo Hua stared at the "little immortal" inside the shrine, carrying a golden sword on his back, imposing, and receiving incense. A question suddenly arose in his heart:

"Can I really eat incense?"

He remembered Yellow Mountain Lord saying that only gods can eat incense.

He is a big living person, how can he eat incense?

Moreover, he has been worshipped as a "little immortal child" by the villagers of the small fishing village for these past few days, and he hasn't felt anything special.

If he can't eat incense, where does this incense go?

Is there some cause and effect in the dark?

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out. He stared at his own clay sculpture again, and suddenly his divine thought moved slightly, and his eyes showed surprise, but he said nothing. Instead, he said to Old Yu head:

"I've seen it. It's getting late, Uncle Yu, I'll go back first."

"Benefactor, please go slowly," Old Yu head said, "I'll see you off."

Old Yu head personally saw Mo Hua to the village entrance, watching him walk far away with his eyes before returning home and instructing his two grandsons:

"Benefactor gave you things, keep them carefully."

The two children treasured the water-repelling jade given by Mo Hua and wore it around their necks.

Old Yu head nodded and said, "Don't look at Benefactor's young age, but he is a disciple of a big sect, with a superior inheritance. His eyesight, insight, and ability are all first-class."

"His words, you must remember firmly in your heart, absolutely cannot forget."

"And..." Old Yu head sighed, and said with a sigh:

"Although we are rogue cultivators and our days are poor, we must also speak of righteousness."

"I am old, this life is just like this, I have no ability, I cannot repay Benefactor's favor, but you two children are different, you are still young, the road ahead is still very long..."

"If you succeed in cultivation in the future, you must find a way to repay this great favor."

The two young grandsons all nodded seriously:

"Um, grandpa, we remember!"

"Good."

Old Yu head nodded with satisfaction.

And at this time, in the back village of the small fishing village.

In front of the small immortal shrine, the incense smoke curled, and there was no one around.

Mo Hua, who had already left, gradually revealed his figure again.

His gaze was deep, he stared at the shrine for a few more glances, and then slowly said, "Come out."

There was no movement in the shrine.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

Just as he was getting a little impatient, inside the shrine, a silver light flashed slightly, and a pure white little silver fish swam out trembling, continuously nodding to Mo Hua, as if kowtowing.

At the same time, a clear and crisp voice transmitted into Mo Hua's ear.

"Greetings, Benefactor..."

Mo Hua was a little astonished.

He only knew that there was something sneaky hiding inside his shrine, but he didn't expect it to be a small silver fish.

Moreover, the divine thought in this small fish's body was pure, without a hint of evil aura.

Recalling the previous cause and effect, Mo Hua then understood.

"You are... that river god I chopped to death before?"

The small silver fish trembled all over and said in a light voice, "Replying to Benefactor's words, yes..."

"That's not right..." Mo Hua wrinkled his brow. "Old Yu head calls me Benefactor because I saved him, but I chopped you, how can you also call me 'Benefactor'?"

The small silver fish said in a fine voice, "Benefactor killed me, but also saved me, and still showed mercy, sparing me one life..."

"Showed mercy?"

Mo Hua was startled and then remembered...

Originally, when he killed the evilized river god and searched its altar, he did find a blood-colored small fish.

At that time, he casually thought about pinching it to death.

It was this small fish that desperately swung its body, shaking off a body of dirty blood water, revealing its silver-white body.

Mo Hua detected that there was no blood strange qi in its body, nor any evil qi pollution, so he had a good thought and spared its life.

And that small fish also turned into a silver light and swam away, not knowing where it swam to.

It turned out to be that small fish from that time.

Mo Hua suddenly realized and asked again, "What is your origin exactly?"

The small silver fish said in a fine voice:

"To be honest, Benefactor, the small god was originally the river god of Smoke Water River, protecting the water and soil of this area, relying on the incense offerings of the fishing cultivators to continue the path of god..."

"Later, one day, a terrible evil god invaded my Dao field, polluted my divine thought, and finally even slaughtered the entire fishing village, completely destroying the foundation of my path of god..."

"Without a foundation, I could only become a puppet of the evil god. Over the years, I gradually degenerated, leaving only this one thread of clarity."

"Originally, this one thread of 'clear' divine thought was also about to extinguish. Just at this time, young master chopped and killed the evil god, and also chopped off my degenerate god body, and still let me live. Even the shrine I now reside in is young master's, and the incense I eat is also young master's incense."

"Young master has truly 'recreated' the small god. Naturally, he is the small god's 'benefactor'."

Mo Hua was a little stunned.

He didn't expect that unknowingly, he had actually done so many good deeds...

"Chopped off the god body, leaving one thread of divine thought..."

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

This is similar to Yellow Mountain Lord.

Yellow Mountain Lord was originally just degenerated and walking the evil path. A senior from Tai Xu Gate used divine thought to turn a sword and chopped off his powerful god body, leaving one thread of pure divine thought. This is how he was "reborn" into a down-and-out mountain god.

This small silver fish is also like this.

Only, it was chopped by himself.

"Then are you still a river god now?" Mo Hua asked.

The small silver fish nodded its small head, "The small god still has a little river god authority, but most divine powers and god memories have all been chopped off..."

"Be chopped off?" Mo Hua was slightly startled and asked again, "Do you still remember the past? The divine powers of a god, and the matter of that evil god that polluted you."

The small silver fish shook its head, "After being chopped, I don't remember most of it."

"Alright..."

Mo Hua was a little regretful.

He still quite wanted to know the process of the evil god's degeneration, and how a god can cultivate divine powers.

Especially the blood sea divine powers of the river god, he had a very deep impression.

Now it seems there is no opportunity.

Gods are born holding the Dao.

This Dao seems to contain both a part of ability and a part of memory.

The two complement each other and are innate.

But if they are chopped, they will also be lost together.

Mo Hua thought silently in his heart.

The small silver fish suddenly felt a little ashamed again and said in a low voice, "Benefactor, please forgive me, the small god stole Benefactor's 'incense'..."

"It doesn't matter, you can eat it." Mo Hua said generously.

Anyway, he can't eat it himself.

"However, since you receive incense and bear cause and effect, you must protect the peace of this fishing village."

"You don't need to worry about greedy people, and you don't need to force things that you can't do, but some things within your ability, you must not be lazy."

"And, absolutely do not walk the evil path again."

Mo Hua instructed.

The small silver fish was overjoyed to receive Mo Hua's grace and permission, shaking its tail and nodding continuously:

"Thank you very much, Benefactor, the small god will definitely remember Benefactor's teachings!"

Mo Hua nodded.

"Alright, I should also go."

The small silver fish respectfully said, "Benefactor, go slowly."

Mo Hua looked at the small immortal shrine again, then turned his head and left.

When the small silver fish saw Mo Hua leave, it quietly hid back inside the shrine, hiding behind the imposing small immortal statue, peacefully eating Mo Hua's incense.

Most gods, once they step onto the wrong path, their god path will be destroyed, and they will immediately die and their Dao will vanish.

It can survive, which is already bearing heavenly luck.

Not to mention, after surviving, it can still have a shrine to reside in, can still eat incense, and consolidate its god position again. This is an even greater grace.

The small silver fish ate the incense with a grateful heart.

Mo Hua no longer delayed, got into the carriage, and returned directly to Tai Xu Gate.

After returning to Tai Xu Gate, Mo Hua sent a message to Gu Changhuai:

"Uncle Gu, is Jiang Long still alive?"

After a while, Gu Changhuai replied, "Alive."

Mo Hua: "Actually alive?"

Gu Changhuai: "...Do you want him to die?"

"No, I thought he held so many secrets, and also leaked quite a bit of information, he would definitely be killed in the Dao Prison. I didn't expect him to have such a hard life..." Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai: "I'm watching."

He will die when he should die, it's useless for you to watch...

Mo Hua said in a low voice in his heart.

But he didn't say it out, otherwise, the careful Uncle Gu would definitely hold a grudge.

Gu Changhuai was a little alert. "Why are you suddenly asking about Jiang Long?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle Gu, do you know about the Hundred Flowers Valley matter?"

Gu Changhuai: "What matter?"

Mo Hua: "Just the suicide of a senior sister."

Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.

This child, isn't he born with favorable ears? How can he hear about everything...

Gu Changhuai gave a "um".

Mo Hua was a little surprised. "Uncle Gu, you actually know?"

Gu Changhuai emphasized, "I am the Dian Si of the Dao Court."

"Aren't you being sidelined?"

Gu Changhuai paused, and said in a bad mood, "Being sidelined is also a Dian Si!"

Mo Hua then asked, "Then did you go to Hundred Flowers Valley to check?"

"No..." Gu Changhuai said, "Hundred Flowers Valley does not allow males to enter, and the people of the Dao Court are not listed."

Mo Hua: "Then the Dao Court doesn't care?"

Gu Changhuai: "It will care."

Mo Hua didn't understand. "Didn't you say males are not allowed to enter?"

Gu Changhuai couldn't help but say, "Is there no possibility that the Dao Court also has female Dian Si?"

Mo Hua was shocked. "There are still female Dian Si? Who?"

Gu Changhuai: "Transferred from outside, you don't know, and even if I tell you, you won't know."

"Oh..." Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he asked, "Why suddenly transfer female Dian from outside..."

"Stop!" Gu Changhuai said unhappily, "Don't ask about this kind of matter. It concerns the personnel transfer of the Dao Court. Even if you ask, I won't tell you."

"Okay..." Mo Hua muttered.

Gu Changhuai said, "You still haven't said, why are you suddenly asking about Jiang Long? Is it related to the Hundred Flowers Valley matter?"

"Um." Mo Hua said, "The senior sister who committed suicide in Hundred Flowers Valley has the surname Ye, and is from the Ye family in Smoke Water City."

"And the Ye family in Smoke Water City, a young master Ye was killed a year ago."

"The person who killed young master Ye is Jiang Long."

"And I suspect that this killed young master Ye and the senior sister Ye who committed suicide have some connection."

At first, Gu Changhuai didn't care too much, but as he listened, his expression became more serious.

He didn't expect that Mo Hua had already investigated the relationship so deeply and the reason so clearly.

With this ability, becoming a Dian Si in the Dao Court in the future is more than enough...

"So, you want me to interrogate Jiang Long and ask him why he killed that young master Ye, and also use the background of the Dao Court to check the relationship between this young master Ye and that female disciple surnamed Ye who committed suicide in Hundred Flowers Valley?"

Mo Hua nodded and praised, "As expected of Uncle Gu, too smart."

Gu Changhuai: "..."

Mo Hua was a little worried again. "Uncle Gu, you are being sidelined, right? Can you still check now?"

Gu Changhuai snorted coldly, "Being sidelined is not being dismissed. You wait, I will tell you if I have any news."

"Um um." Mo Hua nodded.

After that message, there was no further news.

Gu Changhuai seemed to be busy.

Mo Hua still had classes, so he could only wait patiently for news.

But in his spare time between classes, he still had other things to do.

In Withered Mountain, he chatted with Yellow Mountain Lord for a while, and Mo Hua gained a lot.

First, it was the matter of divine thought turning into a sword. Through Yellow Mountain Lord's description, Mo Hua had some enlightenment in his heart.

Divine thought turning into a sword can perhaps abandon sword weapons and sword qi and try to use eye pupils to condense sword intent.

The eye pupil is the window of divine consciousness and can externalize divine consciousness to the maximum extent.

Perhaps, through exercise, he can grope out how to use his gaze to drive the move of divine thought turning into a sword.

When no one was around, Mo Hua tried it.

As expected, it all failed.

No matter how he squeezed his eyebrows and eyes, no sword light was released from his eyes.

Although he failed, Mo Hua was not discouraged.

Any method is not achieved in one step.

The more powerful the sword art, the more it needs to be honed year after year to truly enter the hall and room.

Mo Hua decided to practice it every day in the future.

Perhaps one day, sword light can be condensed from his eyes.

There was still one more thing that Mo Hua cared about very much, which was what Yellow Mountain Lord said... "divine thought transforming into Dao"!

He was walking the path of proving the Dao with divine consciousness.

Mo Hua had always thought that he was proving the Dao with divine consciousness.

But after chatting with Yellow Mountain Lord, he suddenly realized that he might have accidentally walked on a very strange path.

His proving the Dao with divine consciousness is very likely to be very different from the proving the Dao with divine consciousness of other god path cultivators, including the proving the Dao with divine consciousness planned for him by his master.

Strictly speaking, his proving the Dao with divine consciousness should be called "divine consciousness transforming into Dao".

It is the path of "divine consciousness transforming into Dao," transforming the cultivator's divine consciousness into the Dao of God.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

He estimated that even his master didn't expect that after practicing Tian Yan Art and eating evil worship, he would accidentally stray onto the path of god.

Mo Hua couldn't help but worry.

"Master is not here, and I have learned crookedly again. I don't know what will happen in the future..."

But after thinking about it carefully, Mo Hua discovered that the things he had learned crookedly were not just one or two.

The more lice, the less itching; the more debts, the less worry.

Anyway, he had learned Tian Yan Art, so he could only cover his head and walk. Worrying was useless.

Mo Hua put down his heart and threw these worries to the clouds outside the nine heavens.

Walk one step and see one step.

Cultivation path is originally a step by step, walking steadily and practically forward. No one knows how far they can eventually go.

Firm your Dao heart, and just persevere and walk down. There is no need for too many worries.

Mo Hua nodded.

After that, he cultivated with peace of mind, and whenever he had free time, he tried to use his eyes to release divine thought and turn it into a sword.

He also always waited for Gu Changhuai's message.

However, after several days passed, Gu Changhuai still had no news.

Mo Hua couldn't help but frown.

If Uncle Gu couldn't find any clues, where would he start?

He couldn't possibly blend into Hundred Flowers Valley to investigate, could he?

As soon as this thought arose, Mo Hua's mind moved, and he immediately shook his head again.

"Probably, I can't blend in..."