The rain is about to come in Taixumen Mountain, the small fishing village devotes itself to worshiping, and the little whitebait steals the incense.

Mo Hua still doesn’t know anything about these things.

The matter with the River God has been dealt with, and we can feel at peace for the time being.

He stayed in the sect, practicing happily every day, taking classes and drawing formations, and waiting with great anticipation for the "takeaway".

And six days later, the "takeout" he ordered after stealing the evil god's authority was finally here.

This, no, this "wave" of takeout will be "delivered" to Yu'er's dream probably around midnight tonight.

This time was also specially chosen by Mo Hua.

It's safe, secretive, unobtrusive, and there's a Taoist monument to back you up, which gives you more confidence in ink painting.

But before that, some preparations need to be made for ink painting.

These preparations are mainly for Yu'er.

This time he ordered a lot of evil spirits.

Mo Hua himself didn't care. The river god and the evil god all died in his hands, and they were "eaten alive" by his owl's head struck by lightning, let alone these lower-level monsters.

But Yu'er was different. He was just a child after all, and he didn't have the means to kill or protect with his spiritual thoughts.

If he misses, it's okay if his mind is hurt a little, but if the evil spirits are rampant and hurt Yu'er, then he will feel guilty.

Therefore, it is necessary to prepare thoroughly in advance.

In addition, the ink painting also drew several Shinto formations to suppress evil spirits and protect Yu'er.

Dusk is falling and midnight is approaching.

Mo Hua came to Yu'er's room, placed the Shinto formation around the bed, and surrounded Yu'er.

Yu'er's big eyes were watery and she looked curious. She pointed at the formation and asked:

"Brother Mo, what is this?"

Mo Hua touched Yu'er's little head and said, "This is used to ward off evil spirits and prevent you from having nightmares."

Yu'er smiled and said sweetly: "Thank you, brother."

Mo Hua couldn't help but smile and said warmly: "Go to bed early, I have to get up early to practice tomorrow."

"Uh-huh!"

Yu'er nodded her little head quickly and said.

After comforting Yu'er, Mo Hua found Wen Renwei again and lowered his voice: "Uncle Wen Ren, there may be danger tonight..."

Wen Renwei's expression condensed.

Mo Hua said with a serious face: "I always feel a little...uneasy tonight. It seems that there will be an invasion of external evil. Once the time passes, Yu'er may have nightmares..."

Wen Renwei did not cultivate spiritual thoughts, so although he could not see the appearance of demons, he had been with Mo Hua for a long time, and had seen Mo Hua keeping vigil for Yu'er. He had sensed the gloomy evil atmosphere in the room, and knew that there must be some secrets here that were not known to ordinary people.

, I also have some vague concepts about the so-called "external evil" in ink painting.

The world of cultivation is vast and vast.

There is so much monastic knowledge in this world, and there are also so many unknown secrets.

Even if he is a golden elixir, he cannot say that he knows all the myriad ways of cultivation in detail.

There are always some forbidden areas in the world that few monks set foot on.

And monks who can set foot in these forbidden areas, regardless of their spiritual roots and origins, are all people with transcendent abilities.

In Wen Renwei's heart, although Young Master Mo is young and has low cultivation level, he is indeed such a "capable person"...

Wen Renwei looked solemn and a little puzzled, frowning and said:

"Master Yu'er... he has not been troubled by nightmares for a long time. Why did an 'external evil' suddenly invade again tonight?"

I brought it on...

Ink Hua can't say this kind of thing...

Mo Hua blinked and sighed: "Since it is an external evil, its behavior must be evil and full of tricks. Who can know..."

Wen Renwei nodded when he heard this, and felt that it was right. Then his eyes showed a hint of worry and he begged:

"That little Mr. Mo..."

Mo Hua immediately patted his chest and promised:

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!"

Whenever these monsters come, even if they are like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, none of them can escape.

Mo Hua added: "But there are some things I want to tell you in advance..."

Mo Hua told Wen Renwei some "taboos" and emergency measures.

For example, if you become evil, have bad intentions, go crazy, become stupid, or are attacked by evil spirits, how should you deal with it...

This was the first time Wen Renwei heard this.

Although I don’t quite understand the secrets inside, I feel that this seems to be a very complex and profound inheritance, and I respect ink painting even more...

After that, Yu'er fell asleep as usual.

He was young and simple-minded, and knew nothing about these things. He only knew that he felt at ease when he was by Mo Hua's side, so he quickly fell asleep.

Mo Hua stayed by Yu'er's side, meditating.

The Wenren Guards were guarding the outside, fully alert, and wary of anything happening inside.

Time passed bit by bit, gradually.

I don’t know how long it took, but the time has come.

In just a moment, the chill in the room became severe, and a gloomy and depressing feeling enveloped my heart.

Wen Renwei's expression changed and he looked around, but couldn't see anything.

But he could clearly feel that something was slowly growing around the house.

It seems that one after another, invisible and unknowable evil things are crawling out of the void...

And this time, the feeling is much stronger than before.

It seems that there are many more evil spirits invading Master Yu'er's nightmare than before, and they are extremely powerful...

Wen Renwei took a slight breath of air.

He really wanted to go into the inner room to have a look, but he remembered Mo Hua's advice, "If nothing unexpected happens, don't come in to avoid being contaminated by evil spirits..." Then he gave up this idea and just stayed outside.

But Wen Renwei still felt a little anxious.

In the inner room, the ink painting who was meditating also opened his eyes.

His gaze is profound, his eyes are clear in black and white, and his eyes are mysterious and contain the universe.

The black of calculation, the white of calculation, and the golden of god are all intertwined and blended into one in his eyes.

All the evil spirits and evil spirits in the room have nowhere to hide.

The texture of heaven emerges, half filthy, half bloody, black and red intertwined, like chains of sin, emerging from the void.

These textures, when first seen, look like chains.

Looking at it now, it looks more like tree branches containing evil laws.

The Tree of Divine Power!

Moreover, the causal texture this time is clearer and more real, and it is obvious that the powers of the gods involved are more respected than before.

Therefore, the demons summoned are also more powerful.

The tree of divine power of cause and effect, which is beyond the spiritual understanding of ordinary monks, spreads its branches and leaves little by little in the house, and gradually spreads.

Then on the branches, black water condensed, and "fruits" appeared without flowers.

Groups of black water, like the "amniotic fluid" of sin, condensed into embryos of evil spirits, like a heart, constantly beating.

Afterwards, the embryo burst open and hatched out from it, one after another, a mixture of human hands, cow hooves and horse faces, deformed and horrifying monsters.

There are more and more demon fruits on the divine branches.

The evil spirits hatched are getting stronger and stronger.

They were densely packed, with twisted limbs and heads hanging upside down on the roof. They were drooling with foul saliva and stared at Yu'er with scarlet eyes.

Yu'er felt a little uneasy, frowned her little eyebrows, and murmured in her sleep.

The ink painting spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and a faint shimmer of light lit up, protecting Yu'er in the middle, blocking out the gloomy atmosphere and cold evil spirits.

The way to enter the dream is sealed by the Shinto formation.

The demon's path is blocked.

They roared angrily, their eyes suddenly became ferocious, their auras violent, and then they all turned their attention to the ink paintings that ruined their good deeds.
To be continued...