Asking about longevity

The young master of the Kong family, that Kong Sheng, is not dead yet...

Mo Hua was a little curious, so he followed the fat monk out, following him lightly.

The fat monk didn't know it. He was carrying the food box, lowering his voice and cursing along the way.

"I worked so hard to get into this black village, but I didn't bring food to them."

"That's all you don't let me learn evil skills. You don't let me do anything serious. I feed these losers every day."

"Damn, a bunch of ignorant people..."

"I'm outside, and my name is well-known..."

Mo Hua understood clearly that the fat monk hated himself for "not recognizing his talent."

He felt that Heishanzhai was short-sighted and did not allow him to practice evil arts, and did not allow him to kill people and buy goods. He only asked him to deliver food and do odd jobs, so he was dissatisfied.

Mo Hua curled his lips silently.

Sure enough, mud cannot hold up a wall, a dog cannot spit out ivory, and rotten wood cannot be carved.

If you don't do anything serious, you will only think about harming others.

The fat monk cursed in a low voice, walked several roads, went around several corners, came to a remote house, and patted the iron door.

"Master Kong, dinner is ready."

The fat monk said, and then he poured the food into the big bowl in front of the door like a pig, and then passed the bowl through the gap under the door.

The fat monk was about to leave after delivering the meal.

A young boy's sharp voice came from inside.

"Don't leave!"

The fat monk frowned. The other evil cultivators were just yelling at him. This Master Kong was just a piggy, but he actually talked to him with this attitude?

The fat monk twitched his lips and said patiently, "Master Kong, do you have something to say?"

Kong Sheng said hurriedly: "My father, has my father replied to your letter?"

“I don’t know that.

"It's been so long, there's no way he wouldn't redeem me."

Through the iron gate, Kong Sheng's voice sounded dull and anxious.

"Do you think there are too few spiritual stones? I can add more, six thousand... no, eight thousand!"

"As long as you let me out and give me a way to survive."

"No matter how many spiritual stones you want, my father will definitely give them to you!"

When the fat monk heard the spirit stone, his eyes lit up slightly, "Does Master Kong really mean what he said?"

"Seriously! Seriously!" Kong Sheng inside the door seemed to be nodding his head, "Just let me out!"

After Kong Sheng finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and asked again: "Are you new here?"

The voice of the food delivery monk sounded strange to him.

The fat monk's eyes narrowed slightly and he said slowly: "Yes."

Kong Sheng realized something.

Since he is new here and he still brings food to him, he must have a low status, just like a slave in his family.

Kong Sheng said: "You secretly deliver a letter to my father, and my father will reward you generously."

The word "reward" made the fat monk feel unhappy.

He prefers to "rob" and does not like others to "reward".

"Master, do you have any credentials?"

Kong Sheng handed out a jade pendant from under the door, "This jade pendant was given to me by my father. It is worth five hundred spiritual stones. Show it to him and he will understand."

The fat monk took the jade pendant, looked satisfied, and asked: "What do you want me to say, Master?"

Kong Sheng lowered his voice and said: "My father is a foundation-building monk! You tell my father to secretly bring people here to destroy this stronghold and kill them all. After that, you can enter Kong's house. I will let me Dad gave you the surname Kong, so you can be a steward, no, you can be an elder!"

Not only Mo Hua, but also the fat monk was shocked.

Are there really such stupid people in the world?

What did his father teach him?

Could it be that he really thought that the Kong family was invincible and that he could do whatever he wanted for the rest of his life?

The fat monk put the jade pendant into his arms and complimented: "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely bring the message to you."

"Okay! Okay!" Kong Sheng was delighted.

The fat monk looked sarcastic, but through the iron door, Kong Sheng couldn't see it at all.

"Master Kong, please stay here peacefully. Don't even think about running away until the matter is done. Otherwise, the evil cultivators here will become angry and will definitely kill you."

The fat monk reminded him hypocritically.

Kong Sheng said: "Don't worry, I won't run away. Go and deliver the message quickly."

The fat monk sneered, turned around and walked away. Halfway there, he spat at the iron door and hummed softly:

"What the hell, so fucking stupid!"

Looking at his look, Mo Hua knew that he must have stolen the jade pendant, but he couldn't do anything and got five hundred spiritual stones in vain.

Mo Hua shook his head and quietly climbed up the wall. Seeing no one around, he untied the formation on the roof, removed a tile, and peeked in secretly.

The house was simple and shabby.

Standing at the door was a young monk, dressed luxuriously but now in tatters, looking like he had gone through a lot of twists and turns.

I guess it is Kong Sheng, the young master who is a direct descendant of the Kong family.

Mo Hua couldn't help but mutter:

"It's true that good people don't live long, and disasters stay for thousands of years. This Kong Sheng is so lucky, even though he is so stupid, he can still survive in the hands of evil cultivators."

Then he sighed with emotion, what did the Kong family teach him? Why is his head full of mush?

You actually want to reward evil cultivators with spiritual stones so that they can do things for you.

It would be nice if they could reward you with food and spare your life.

Mo Hua muttered in his heart, but saw that Kong Sheng suddenly lost his temper.

Kong Sheng picked up the rice bowl, took a few mouthfuls, and pretended to vomit, then swallowed it with force.

Then a wave of anger and frustration surged into my heart.

He threw and smashed, waving his fists and feet, venting his anger ferociously, and cursed at the same time:

"Everyone deserves to die! Everyone deserves to die!"

"These are all things that are riding on my head, and I ask you to do things, so fuck you!"

It seemed that he was reminded of the many embarrassments, embarrassments, and humiliations of this trip.

Thinking that in order to survive, he knelt down in front of those evil cultivators and said with tears that he was the young master of the Kong family and begged them to spare his life.

I thought of the joking and laughter on Xie Xiu's face.

Kong Sheng couldn't help but his eyes turned red, and he roared in a low voice:

"They're all that dog father and son named Ji!"

"If you don't mess with me, I won't think of killing you, I won't leave the city, and I won't end up like this!"

"And that Fu Lan, she's just a bitch! She's just a bit pretty, pretending to be so damn innocent! And she doesn't obey me!"

"When I get my hands on you, your life will be worse than death!"

"The same goes for these evil cultivators. If you humiliate me and look down on me like this, you will all die!"

"They all must die!"

…

Kong Sheng looked hysterical.

Mo Hua gradually frowned as he listened.

It was obviously his own fault, and he was at fault in the first place, and ended up in this situation, but he always felt that it was others who were at fault.

Moreover, his desire for revenge is so strong and his character is so vicious.

"It seems that before leaving, I have to find a way to let Kong Sheng stay in this black mountain village forever."

Mo Hua thought silently.

The bad guys stay where the bad guys stay.

Kong Sheng and this black village are quite a match.

But he had to wait until he finished drawing the map first.

Two days later, the map of Heishan Village was 70 to 80% completed. Mo Hua felt a little hungry, so he ate in the dining room of Heishan Village.

While eating, Mo Hua heard the old man in the kitchen scolding the fat monk.

"The cakes prepared for the third master were stolen... I asked you to watch, but you didn't notice. If you can't do this little thing well, what's the use?"

Sandangjia’s pastries?

Mo Hua was stunned and glanced at the half-eaten cake in his hand.

Is this for the third master to eat?

No wonder……

He felt that the pastry was not that bad, so he ate more.

On the other side, the old man in the dining room was still cursing.

He was senior, had a bad temper, and scolded the fat monk very badly.

The fat monk did not dare to argue.

After the old man finished cursing, he snorted and left.

The fat monk stood there, his eyelids twitching with anger, and he cursed bitterly:

"Which bastard is eating secretly? If I find out, you will die badly!"

Mo Hua, who was eating snacks, was stunned when he heard this, then slowly licked his lips, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Bastard?

Do you want to die a good death?

"Not only scolded me, but also wanted me to die?"

Mo Hua looked at the fat monk silently, and his mind changed quickly, thinking about whether to kill the fat man first.

Thanks for the tip. Do I still have a chance?

Adding another chapter today.