Chapter 340: The Dao's Evil

Mo Hua nodded silently.

He thought he had considered everything well, but unexpectedly, there were still so many matters that he hadn't thought of at all...

After Mo Hua left, deep in thought, Mister Zhuang gazed at the thick blood aura in the deep mountains, lost in thought.

He didn't know how long had passed when Mister Zhuang said in a low, regretful voice:

"Is this my karma?"

Old Kui quietly appeared behind him and said softly:

"Not everything is related to you, don't flatter yourself."

Mister Zhuang shook his head.

Old Kui glanced at him lightly, "So? You still don't want to leave?"

Mister Zhuang sighed, "Let this matter settle first."

"What do you want to wait for?"

"Wait for this matter to settle, for the matter of the Dao-Evil to have a conclusion, then I will set out and leave, no longer staining this place with karma."

Old Kui reminded him, "The Daoists have already arrived."

"Just the Daoists, he himself hasn't come."

Old Kui frowned, "The Dao-Evil is breeding here, the news has already been sent to the Dao Court, alerting the Tian Shu Pavilion. Your whereabouts will also be calculated. They might always be eyeing you..."

"If they calculate it, so be it. It's not like I haven't been calculated before." Mister Zhuang said indifferently.

Old Kui knew he couldn't persuade him. Mister Zhuang was like this; putting it nicely, he had his own opinions; putting it badly, he was just a stubborn mule, obstinate.

Old Kui snorted coldly, "Good words are hard to persuade a damned ghost."

After saying that, Old Kui turned to leave, but Mister Zhuang suddenly said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Old Kui was slightly startled, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Mister Zhuang smiled bitterly, "Your kindness, I will always remember."

"Oh?" Old Kui said doubtfully, "Are you still thinking of repaying the favor?"

Mister Zhuang laughed, "If that day comes."

"A living person can repay a favor, what favor can a dead person repay? A dead person can only repay a ghost."

Old Kui said impolitely, then turned and left, but his back figure still held some desolation.

Inside the bamboo room, only Mister Zhuang was left.

Mister Zhuang still silently looked at the deep mountains, looking at the soaring blood aura in the deep mountains. After a long time, he murmured in a low voice:

"Senior Brother, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

And at this moment, located in the center of the Nine Provinces, Dao State, located in the center of Dao State, Dao Court, located at the most prominent position of Dao Court, on a high pavilion.

An old man with white hair all over was playing chess.

In front of him was only a chessboard, no chess pieces.

Opposite him was only a cushion, no chess player.

Above the cushion, there was no one, just as on his chessboard, there were no pieces.

The old man sat silently, staring at the blank chessboard, his face expressionless, his whole person in a state of empty spirit and void.

He seemed to exist here, and also seemed to exist in the void.

After a moment, the old man slowly opened his mouth:

"Come in."

A white-clothed cultivator who had been waiting respectfully at the door for a long time stepped forward respectfully, placed a jade slip on the table, and then retreated respectfully.

The old man stared at the chessboard, looked again for a long time, and couldn't help but complain:

"No one to play chess anymore..."

He shook his head, then moved his gaze away, and looked at the jade slip on the table.

Inside the jade slip were faint gold spiritual power outlined characters, which wrote two short lines:

To the north of Li State, at the boundary of the two-grade Black Mountain State, Tong Xian City.

A Dao-Evil has been born, manifesting as a great demon, named Feng Xi.

The old man looked at it once, then no longer cared, and continued to stare at his empty chessboard. After a moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart:

"Li State... Tong Xian City..."

The old man spread open his right hand, and spiritual power shone brilliantly in his palm, condensing into a tangible form, transforming into a Heaven Stem Earth Branch, Two Yi Four Symbols' Heaven Dao Compass.

The layers of the compass rotated and derived, finally aligning with each other.

The old man was slightly startled, "It's actually really here..."

He then took out a jade slip marked with 'Nine Provinces Map', and according to the compass's derivation, drew a clear track with his finger and lightly instructed:

"Pass it down."

The white-clothed cultivator at the door bowed forward, took the jade slip, and then retreated down.

Not long after, the jade slip was transmitted to the hands of various high-ranking cultivators in the Tian Shu Pavilion. Their expressions were all shocked, showing expressions of thought.

After a moment, cultivators successively left the Tian Shu Pavilion, some with grave expressions, some with eyes showing excitement, and some harboring ulterior motives.

Every move of the Tian Shu Pavilion was clearly presented in the old man's sea of consciousness, but he still acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and placed the first piece on the blank chessboard.

After placing the piece, the old man complained:

"Don't let me calculate it, ah. If I calculate it, it'll be hard to handle, ah..."

"Isn't it good to be quiet? If you're good, I'm good too. You just have to find trouble for me."

"Now it's a matter of life and death, it's all up to your own fate..."

The old man chattered on and on, but no one heard, and no one answered.

After finishing, the old man turned his head again, picked up the jade slip, and looked at those two lines again, muttering silently:

"Tong Xian... this name is a bit interesting..."

"Feng Xi? Who is feeding the pig this time?"

"Fortunately, it's still only two grades..."

The old man placed this jade slip together with some other jade slips of the same style.

On the other jade slips, similar text was written:

Qian State, at the boundary of the two-grade Wen Dao Mountain State, Qian Deng City.

A Dao-Evil was born, manifesting as a great evil, ancient name Hua Pi.

Annotation: Remnant thought of an evil god, hidden in a visualization picture, Qian Deng City has already relocated.

Gen State, at the boundary of the three-grade Long Ji Mountain State, Long Shan City.

A Dao-Evil was born, manifesting as a great ghost, ancient name Wu Chang.

Annotation: Ghost charm is formless, by the time you know it, it's too late. Long Shan is destroyed, becoming a ghost city, no cultivators survived.

Kan State, at the boundary of the four-grade Jing Wei State, San Chuan Ancient Ferry.

A Dao-Evil was born, manifesting as a great demon, ancient name Xiang Liu.

Annotation: Relocation failed, Xiang Liu's poison poured into San Chuan, over half of the relocating cultivators died or were injured.

Kun State, at the boundary of the four-grade Cang Yun State, Cang Yun City.

A Dao-Evil was born, manifesting as a great corpse, ancient name Han Ba.

Annotation: Cang Yun State boundary is destroyed, turned into a sea of corpses...

The old man gradually frowned.

In recent years, Dao-Evils have appeared more and more frequently.

"Dao-Evils frequently emerge, heaven and earth are in chaos... Is it that the Great Dao is exploited too heavily, Heaven Dao is imbalanced, causing evil to be born in human hearts, or is it that some person or non-person thing is laying out in the dark?"

The old man pondered without speaking.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at the sky. After looking for half a day, he couldn't help but mutter, "I look at this sky every day, where is there any array? Is the little one surnamed Zhuang not deceiving me?"

Inside Mo family's eatery in Tong Xian City.

Mo Hua was still thinking about the great array when he saw his father and mother already packing things.

"Father, Mother, are we going to relocate the city?"

Mo Shan nodded and sighed, "The Dao Court Division has already notified us, it's to prepare in advance."

"Are all the people going?"

"Yes."

"Where are we going?"

Mo Shan said, "Old Palm Division is still discussing it, but it's probably just to the south of Li State, either a wasteland, or wild mountains, places where no cultivators live. We will reclaim and settle there again."

Mo Hua said silently, "It will be very hard..."

"Reclaiming is secondary, just a bit hard, the most difficult part is this road. It might not be peaceful. Not all cultivators can safely migrate to their destination..." Mo Shan sighed.

Mo Hua nodded.

Along the way, there might be places like the big Black Mountain, with dangerous terrain, and there will also be poisonous miasma, demon beasts, criminal cultivators, and even evil cultivators.

Even some families, sects, and Dao Court Divisions along the way are not necessarily good people.

"What about Uncle Ji's family?"

"They are also going with us." Mo Shan replied, with some emotion: "Your Uncle Ji's family also has no place to rely on. Originally, they came to Tong Xian City. Ji Li and Fu Lan got married, and the whole family was together, they could live stable lives, but they didn't expect to encounter a great demon, and now they have to be displaced again..."

And the future is also unknown, not necessarily having good days.

After all, Qi Refining period cultivators are the lowest level cultivators in the cultivation world. Life is hard and fragile, and they originally cannot bear much risk.

In the following days, the scattered cultivators and former little partners that Mo Hua knew were all preparing to relocate the city.

Mo Hua sighed.

The great array probably cannot be learned, and also cannot be built...

He probably also has to follow and relocate the city.

Once the city is relocated, he will probably forever bid farewell to Tong Xian City, and also have to bid farewell to Mister Zhuang, as well as Bai Zi Sheng and Bai Zi Xi who have the same sect friendship...

Mo Hua's mood was a bit low.

In the evening, a guest suddenly came to the eatery. This person was Master Luo.

Mo Hua said doubtfully, "Master Luo? Aren't you preparing to relocate the city?"

Master Luo shook his head helplessly, "I want to relocate, but I'm not going to the south of Li State. Instead, I'm relocating to the boundary of the three-grade Lan Ling State to the north of Li State. I have old friends there, and quite a few sects have invited me to be an elder."

Mo Hua was startled.

Master Luo then explained to him:

"Not just me, the cultivators in Tong Xian City who have identities and status will all not follow the city to migrate to a bitter and cold place. Everyone has their own ways."

Master Luo handed an invitation card to Mo Hua:

"Little Ink Mister, you also have ways."