Du Que's reason is reasonable, and people have to believe it.

"In short, I will never leave Song Qingyuan to live in the world......," Du Que continued: "If he doesn't make trouble in the country, the most between me and him is that we don't conspire with each other." But it's a pity that he has been blinded by desire, and I happened to learn about his whereabouts, as a descendant of the Daomen, how could I continue to keep him in the world to make trouble? ”

When Mo Yan heard this, he said lightly: "But you didn't kill him after all, don't forget, he died at my hands in the end!" ”

Du Que smiled bitterly: "Yes, I did not kill him." As for the reason...... As I told you earlier, I want to keep him through the gloomy tides, and in this regard, I have selfish intentions. ”

Seeing that he confessed to hiding his selfish intentions, Mo Yan nodded, and did not continue to dwell on this topic.

Monks have never been morally perfect, not only are they not, but they are even the most selfish people in the world. Mo Yan also has a deep understanding of this. For example, he went to the museum at the foot of the Nine Buddha Mountains at night to obtain his wish. At that moment, neither morality nor law could restrain him.

If you don't fight, or if you are not good at fighting, you can only be a little monk who looks up to others for the rest of your life.

For ordinary people, the only thing to be thankful for is that the monk's desire belongs to a higher level of desire, and the thirst for money, fame, and power is not great, otherwise, the world would have been chaotic long ago.

"Mr. Mo, there is a question that has been lingering in my mind for a long time, I wonder if I can ask you for advice?"

Mo Yan looked up at the moonlight and said, "This is not the place to talk, let's go back to Baishui Village." ”

Du Que was exhausted at this time, and he had long wanted to find a place to sit and rest for a while. Nodding his head, he said, "I booked a single room in Baishui Village, let's go there and talk." ”

Stepping on the moonlight, the two turned back in the direction of Baishui Village.

Along the way, neither of them spoke much. Mo Yan was too lazy to speak, while Du Que was silently thinking about some things in his heart......

He had already decided to climb the big tree of Mo Yan, but he was worried that the other party would not look down on him at all, so he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive along the way, thinking about how to convince Mo Yan.

Mo Yan easily killed Jiang Changshui. And used a strange clear light to capture the monster, these things Du Que saw in his eyes. If he was a little skeptical at the beginning whether Mo Yan had really broken through the Heavenly Pass, but after witnessing this magical scene, he no longer had doubts in his heart.

"About that legend. Should I tell the truth? ”

"If you tell him that the danger is obvious, will he be deterred by this?"

"If you don't tell him...... No, no. If he deliberately conceals it, wait until he discovers the truth. I'm afraid the first thing I have to do is to cut me down to vent my anger! ”

Du Que hesitated in his heart, and he couldn't make up his mind.

It wasn't until he approached Whitewater Village that there was not much time left for him that he gritted his teeth. Decided to tell the truth.

"Forget it, he saved me after all. Let's tell the truth, and it's up to him to decide what to do when the time comes. Besides, the legend may not be entirely true, but I can only say that it is also up to him to believe it or not......"

The two entered Whitewater Village. Walk straight to the little hotel.

Although the scale of this small hotel is not large, the way it is run is still very humane. Not only is it open 24 hours a day and hot water is provided, but even the kitchen has a chef on duty.

When Du Que entered the hotel, the first thing he did was to call the chef and ask him to prepare a few side dishes for him.

Tossed for most of the night, it was almost dawn at this time, and the chef was used to seeing Du Que, a guest who asked for wine and food at four or five o'clock in the morning. Because of Hulu Mountain, the guests staying in this small hotel are not only serious tourists, but also some people walking in the gray fringe area. For example, poachers, tomb robbers, and even some drug dealers who use the Hulu Mountains to transport drugs across provinces......

For these people, the owner of the hotel has always turned a blind eye, as long as he provides legal identity documents, he has never asked more about other things, and he does not dare to ask more.

Mo Yan followed Du Que into the room, and Du Que said, "Mr. Mo, you wait a minute, I'll take a shower." ”

At this time, he was not only exhausted, but also looked slimy because of cold sweat, so taking a hot bath can not only remove sweat stains and dirt, but also effectively recover fatigue.

Mo Yan nodded and said, "You go." ”

Du Que didn't dare to let Mo Yan wait for a long time, and walked out after taking a shower ten minutes later.

At this time, the chef of the inn also delivered the food and drinks to the room......

The dishes are very simple, they are all ingredients from the mountains, and the wine is rice wine made by the people in the village, which is sweet and delicious, with a sweetness.

Du Que filled the wine glass, raised his glass and said, "Mr. Mo, I will do this first glass of wine as a respect, thank you for saving your life." ”

Mo Yan was not hypocritical, raised his wine glass and said, "Let's drink together......"

After drinking a glass of wine, Mo Yan said: "If you have anything you want to ask, just say it, after asking, I have a few questions for you." ”

Du Que nodded and said cautiously: "Mr. Mo, with all due respect, have you ever been to Yueyang City some time ago?" ”

Hearing this, Mo Yan looked up at Du Que and said with a smile: "You want to ask, is it me who was at the back door of the museum that night?" ”

His words seemed to be rhetorical, but in fact they were equivalent to answering Du Que's question.

Sure enough, it's you!

When Du Que heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly on his face, but his heart was suddenly relieved.

There were two thorns in his heart all this time.

The first thorn is the encounter at the back door of the Jiufoshan Religious Cultural Relics Museum that night, and the second thorn is the death of Song Qingyuan.

The former is weird and inexplicable, and the latter is inexplicably weird, both revealing an evil nature......

For Du Que, if it weren't for the temptation of Danshu, he would have fled from Province A long ago.

He also guessed that these two things were done by the same person, and as for the purpose, it was likely to be aimed at Song Qingyuan, but it was also possible to target himself. If it is aimed at Song Qingyuan, he naturally has nothing to worry about, but if it is aimed at himself, it means that his old life is completely in the hands of others. Life or death is in the minds of others......

This is also the reason why he has been hiding in the temple for a long time, trembling and not being able to live out.

Fortunately, with the appearance of Mo Yan and the rhetorical question just now, these two thorns were pulled out at the same time. For Du Que, a boulder that had been hanging in his heart for a long time had quietly fallen into place, and he no longer needed to worry about anything. Even if he thought about it with his heels, he could also see that Mo Yan was only targeting Song Qingyuan, not himself. Otherwise, with the ability of this young man in front of him, I am afraid that he can take his life with a snap of his fingers, so why talk nonsense with himself here?

"Sure enough, it's Mr. Mo......" Du Que smiled bitterly: "I'll tell you the truth, I haven't slept well since that night." Especially after Song Qingyuan's death, I was even more worried every night, for fear of following in his footsteps. ”

He had decided to cling to and stammer, so at this time, he was shy and deliberately pitiful to himself.

Mo Yan ignored him and asked, "Do you have anything else to ask?" ”

Du Que shook his head and said, "No ......"

He said so, but in fact, he didn't know how many questions about Mo Yan existed in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask.

Who did Mo Yan learn from, and how did he break through the barrier?

These questions were even more attractive to Du Que than Danshu.

Although the Danshu is good, its effectiveness has not been verified after all. What's more, the Book of Dan is just a classic book of Dan Dao that records the Dan prescription, not the pill that has been refined, even if you get the Book of Dan, in the end, it is still inevitable to find medicine, refine medicine, raise medicine, and test medicine. The most important thing is that even if the longevity pill is successfully refined, it is nothing more than a hundred years of longevity. For monks, having enough time is only a necessary factor to overcome the barrier, not an absolute factor. Whether you can break through the sky or not depends on your own understanding and chance.

And Mo Yan's existence has made all this seem irrelevant.

In Du Que's opinion, Mo Yan was able to break through the Heavenly Pass at a young age, either because he had a higher-level technique or by virtue of some kind of secret technique. If you can obtain these exercises or secret techniques, you may not be able to follow in their footsteps and break through the sky!

But he also knew that his idea was not only wishful thinking, but even extremely dangerous.

As soon as the heavenly barrier is broken, it is the difference between the mortal and the earthly immortals, and the difference in strength between the two is even more worlds apart. Du Que knew that if he dared to make up his mind on Mo Yan, it would definitely be a hundred times more dangerous than exploring Yunluo Dao Palace! Therefore, not only did he not dare to speak tentatively, but he didn't even dare to think about it. It must be known that the monk has always been sensitive to his popularity, and even Du Que can sense the good and evil thoughts of others with his own spiritual sense, let alone Mo Yan?

The so-called ghosts and old spirits, people are old and elves, and Du Que is worthy of being an old bone-level monk. He didn't know that Mo Yan specialized in cultivating divine souls, and his sense of the good and evil thoughts of others was far more sensitive than that of qi refining cultivators. But with his own experience and experience, Du Que not only successfully suppressed the greed in his heart, but also escaped the catastrophe.

"Since you don't have anything to ask, it's time for me to ask you next."

Mo Yan took a sip of wine and said, "Do you know Qi Yuanshan?" ”

He didn't rush to ask about the origin of the monster and the affairs of Yunluo Dao Palace, but wanted to find out first, in addition to Du Que and himself, how many other people were playing the idea of Yunluo Dao Palace.

"Qi Yuanshan?" Du Que said: "I've heard the name of this person, but I haven't dealt with it. If memory serves, he must have been a monk in the south......"

After a slight pause, he asked, "Mr. Mo, forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, is this Qi Yuanshan also fighting the idea of Yunluo Dao Palace?" ”

Mo Yan nodded and said, "It should be......"

As he spoke, he told him about the relationship between Qi Yuanshan and Zhang Changqing, as well as the matter of the Ancient Culture Foundation.

After he finished speaking, Du Que couldn't help but sneer: "This person is really willing to degenerate, for the sake of Danshu, he actually mixed with ordinary people." ”