Asking About Longevity

Chapter 76 Zhang Lan

 As long as Mo Hua doesn’t ask questions, there’s nothing to be afraid of.

The man in green became calm again, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never show off for nothing next time.

Especially for the cute and well-behaved little monk in front of me, holding a book in his hand and reading, before showing off, you should at least see clearly what book he is holding.

"Uncle, are you a formation master?" Mo Hua couldn't help but ask.

“No, what are you doing as a formation master when you have nothing to do?” The man shook his head.

 “What nonsense!”

Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously.

“Then can I still ask you something in the future?” Mo Hua said.

Mo Hua chuckled, and then asked in a low voice: "What mistake did you make and were kicked out of the clan?"

 The man in green had a dull look on his face.

 Daoting unified the Kyushu and was the largest force in the cultivation world. It was somewhat similar to the imperial court in a feudal dynasty and had the most powerful power. The most powerful monks in Kyushu also gathered in the Daoting.

  The man added silently in his heart.

 “Where is the disbelief?”

 Man in green: “…”

"But there is another possibility." Mo Hua said.

"no!"

"You do not believe?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "If I guessed correctly, you must be a disciple of the family."

Mo Hua has a big mouth, and it turns out to be Dao Tingsi...

“You treat me to a drink and I’ll give you a jade pendant. Keep it and I’ll come play with you next time.”

 Zhang Lan felt that he was really confused. Why should he compete with a child? He took out a jade pendant from his storage bag and threw it to Mo Hua, "This is for you."

 “What’s possible?” the man couldn’t help but ask.

 “Scumbag?” Mo Hua repeated.

"I won't hide it from you. I just have a better family background, higher talents, and more handsome looks. Some women from famous families, when they saw me, secretly promised to marry me as a Taoist companion. I don't think so. If you feel annoyed, just come out and hide for some peace and quiet..."

“Uncle, what’s your name?” Mo Hua also asked.

 “It’s the fourth level of Qi refining!”

Zhang Lan choked on a mouthful of wine and coughed for a long time, then gritted his teeth and corrected:

Mo Hua’s surprised look was very helpful to the man, and he felt that he had saved a little face.

“Monster hunting? How many monks nearby make a living by hunting monsters?”

The man in green corrected him: "This is called understanding the human geography and monks' customs within the borders of this state."

The man panicked and blurted out the words of rejection. Then he felt something was wrong and explained seriously:

“Uncle, I am also very busy, so I may not be free. Moreover, Taoism always pays attention to inheritance, and the Tao should not be taught lightly. We are neither relatives nor friends. It is not convenient for me to say more about these formation knowledge..."

Mo Hua was a little disappointed, but he could still ask the Bai brothers and sisters and Mr. Zhuang, so he didn't care too much.

The man almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, "What is it about starting a mess and finally giving up? What about playing with emotions? How old are you, and what is going on in your little head?"

Mo Hua opened "Preliminary Interpretation of the Complex Formation" and continued to read the following content.

“I don’t believe it.” Mo Hua nodded.

 “I went up the mountain to hunt monsters.”

"Mo Hua?" The man looked at Mo Hua's fair face and delicate eyebrows, and felt that he really lived up to his name.

“So if a woman tells you that she falls in love with you just by looking at you, then she must be lying to you, so you should be careful.”

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 The man asked in astonishment, "Can you see this?"

Mo Hua curled his lips, pointed at the nearby diners and said: "There are many diners coming from north to south here. When eating and joining in the fun, they chat about all kinds of gossip. The children of the family can come here and talk. Just those kinds of things.”

 “What’s that reason?” Mo Hua asked. The man sighed and said rather pretentiously:

 "Zhang! Lan! The Zhang who changed his course, the one who turned the tide! He is not a scumbag!"

“No, no, why are you so loud?” Mo Hua muttered.

 “Zhang Lan.”

 “I work in Daotingsi.” The man replied.

 The man was a little annoyed.

“Then you came here to drink, are you being lazy?” Mo Hua asked curiously.

Zhang Lan had mixed feelings in her heart, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

 “Ink painting.”

 “What do you understand?” the man asked curiously.

The man in green was a little afraid that Mo Hua would ask him something he didn't understand, so he had nothing to say and said, "Where is your father?"

“It’s just that you always give up, play with other people’s feelings, and then you don’t want to marry someone responsibly, so you run away and hide…”

 “Oh,” Mo Hua looked a little perfunctory, obviously not believing it. "Aren't you afraid that the head of Daotingsi will blame you?"

 The man chuckled lightly, "It doesn't matter, I pretended not to have heard what he said."

"Besides, I may not be able to answer it..."

“You’re not a formation master, but you still know so much. You’re so awesome.” Mo Hua praised sincerely.

Zhang Lan waved his hand and was about to leave when he suddenly turned back and asked, "Let me confirm, what is your cultivation level?"

"Although I have little experience, I have read many stories." Mo Hua said plausibly, "The world of cultivation is dangerous. If you know more, you will not be easily deceived in the future."

Mo Hua shook his head, "I can't take your things without merit."

Mo Hua nodded, "I understand."

The man raised his eyebrows, and Mo Hua continued: "I guess the family is still young. When they come to Tongxian City, they either make mistakes and are released, or they are sent to our small place for training, and then go back after a while."

Is there only the fourth level of Qi refining...

The man in green glanced at Mo Hua and said, "Looking at your well-behaved face, I didn't expect you to be quite clever."

"Yes, the land here is not fertile and there are not many products. Only monsters are rampant, so most monks make a living by hunting monsters." Mo Hua said, and then asked curiously: "Uncle, what do you do?"

"When I look at you, my heart secretly promises you, street storytellers no longer make up such nonsense words, and they can no longer deceive people. Erhu's father was deceived by a woman like this. As a result, he abandoned his wife and son, and was People cut their waists and no one knows where they are buried.”

 The man was angry and funny, "You little kid, what you say is really interesting."

 “It’s okay, these things are very simple and don’t matter.” The man in Tsing Yi said with a guilty conscience.

Mo Hua had a serious look on his face, "Uncle, I am doing this for your own good. As the saying goes, listen to others and eat enough."

 In other words, it is the "iron rice bowl" and "eating the royal grain"!

It goes without saying that the status of a Daoting monk is a lifelong dream for many monks, even if they only serve in the Daoting Division under their jurisdiction.

 There is still a bit of pride in the ink paintings.

 Zhang Lan sighed.

Thinking of the rematch just now, forget it, my head hurts just thinking about it, Zhang Lan waved his hand and ran away.

 (End of this chapter)