The little monk looked about ten years old, with delicate features and cute eyes. But lying on the ground, covered in mud, looking dirty
“Why is someone’s child playing here?”
Master Ban was stunned for a moment, then quietly walked forward, followed the young monk’s gaze, and found that he was looking at the foundation stone below, which seemed to be reserved for drawing formations.
What would a child do with this cornerstone?
Master Ban didn’t quite understand, so he stuck his head out and looked at it for a while, and found that there was nothing special except for dirt and stones. At this time, he heard the child say in his ear:
“Is this Master Ban?”
Master Ban was stunned for a moment, “Do you know me?”
“Well, my name is Mo Hua. Elder Yu asked me to come here.”
Mo Hua stood up and dusted the dirt off his clothes.
But he only dusted the front, and there were still some mud stains on his back. He didn’t know where he got into it, but he couldn’t reach it with his little arms.
Master Ban came over, patted his back gently, dusted off the dust, and asked curiously: “Why did Elder Yu ask you to come here?”
“Elder Yu asked me to come over and take a look.”
“What are you looking at?”
Mo Hua chuckled and didn’t answer.
He came here to see where the formation would be drawn, whether the planned formation symbols did not meet the specifications, and whether the rooms built by the craftsmen would hinder the layout of the formation.
But he knew how to draw formations. Elder Yu asked him not to tell others first, in case someone had bad intentions and would be detrimental to him, especially because he was afraid that the Qian family would seek quarrel and retaliate if they found out.
Master Ban didn’t say anything when he saw the ink painting, but he probably had a guess in his mind.
It’s probably because of the child’s nature that he saw the excitement here and secretly came over to play, but he was afraid of being blamed, so he used Elder Yu as an excuse.
Thinking about it, you know, what can Elder Yu do if he lets a child come over? But from the tone of this child, he should be very familiar with Elder Yu. If he is not a relative of Elder Yu, he is probably the child of another demon hunter.
As long as he’s not from the Qian family, that’s fine.
Master Ban felt relieved, but kindly reminded him: “You can go back for fun. There is nothing fun here, and it is somewhat dangerous to be with a child.”
Mo Hua nodded and said, “I’ll just take a look and go back in a while.”
Master Ban no longer cares about ink painting. He has many things to do and has no time to take care of ink painting. There are so many craftsmen and demon hunters here, and so many pairs of eyes watching, that a child will not really be in any danger.
Master Ban concentrated his attention and started busy with his own things. After a while, he looked up and found that the ink painting was still there.
On a half-built wall, Mo Hua walked slowly on the wall with his little hands behind his back, looking around while muttering about patterns, wood and stone.
There were several demon hunters everywhere, neither stopping him nor looking at him, as if they were accustomed to everything this child did.
The class teacher is a little confused, what on earth is this child doing…
How come no one cares?
Could it be that he is Elder Yu’s grandson? So the monster hunter doesn’t dare to care? Master Ban secretly guessed.
“Mo… Hua?” Master Ban remembered Mo Hua’s name and called him.
After shouting, I remembered that this child’s surname was Mo, and he was probably not Elder Yu’s grandson.
When Mo Hua heard Master Ban calling him, he waved to Master Ban, then jumped lightly and slowly fell from the wall like fallen leaves.
Master Ban was secretly surprised. Apart from anything else, this movement technique was extraordinary.
“Aren’t you going home yet?” Master Ban asked.
“I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Yeah.” Master Ban nodded. He found a few bricks and stones, piled them on the ground, and then sat on them without being particular.
He had been busy for a long time, so he just happened to sit down and take a rest.
Mo Hua also followed his example, holding a piece of brick on the ground and sitting next to Master Ban.
Mo Hua took out a bottle of fruit wine from his storage bag. The alcohol content was not high, but it was just right to quench his thirst.
Master Ban happened to be a little thirsty, but seeing that Mo Hua was just a child, he still resisted and said: “That’s so embarrassing…”
Mo Hua then said, “Our family runs a restaurant. We have a lot of wine, and we brew it ourselves. Can you try it?”
When the class master heard this, he was also very curious, so he took a bite, nodded and praised:
“It’s rich in fruity aroma and refreshing in the mouth. It’s perfect for quenching your thirst!”
“Right.” Mo Hua smiled happily.
This wine was brewed by his mother, so of course it tasted good. Mo Hua felt that Master Ban must also be a knowledgeable person.
Elder Yu’s taste is a bit worse in this regard. Elder Yu only likes to drink strong wine and cannot taste the goodness of this sweet fruit wine.
Mo Hua asked again: “Master Ban, are all of you craftsmen with spiritual roots in civil engineering?”
Mo Hua was very curious. He had just glanced at them with his spiritual consciousness and found that the spiritual power of these craftsmen and craftsmen was basically brown, and was faintly mixed with green and green.
This is because the spiritual root is both earth and wood, and the earth and wood techniques have been practiced.
Master Ban drank Mo Hua’s wine and now had some free time, so he explained:
“Generally, as a craftsman, the spiritual roots of the earth and wood systems are the best. In addition, those of the water and soil systems, metal and earth systems, and metal and wood systems are also suitable. Because civil construction basically involves dealing with earth, wood, masonry, and requires corresponding spiritual power. Shaping, digging, carving, etc. If you have the right spiritual roots, you can get twice the result with half the effort.”
Mo Hua nodded repeatedly as he listened.
Master Ban took another sip of wine, moistened his throat, and continued: “Not only us craftsmen, but also other monastic disciplines. For example, fire spiritual roots are necessary for alchemy and weapon refining, and the same is true for making spiritual meals. Fire spiritual roots are also necessary. The quality is not required to be high, but it must be…”
“For the rest, for example, those who do shipping need water spiritual roots, those who do spiritual plants need wood or water elements, those who build yin houses need metal or earth elements, and those who transport darts should preferably have wind spiritual roots, etc. It has nothing to do with spiritual roots…”
After chatting like this, Mo Hua gained a lot of knowledge.
The world of cultivation is vast and endless. There are so many monks of all kinds in this world, engaged in so many different types of cultivation, living in rich and colorful ways…
I don’t know if I will ever be able to travel around Kyushu one day and experience the monastic customs and relationships among monks in various places.
Mo Hua thought with some longing.
After chatting and drinking, the class master was about to start working, so he said: “It’s getting late and I’m still busy. You should go back early and don’t let your parents worry.”
Mo Hua had seen everything he should see, and he had a rough idea in his mind, so he waved and said, “Goodbye, Master Ban.”
Master Ban continued to stare at the progress of the construction without any distractions, so he forgot about the ink painting.
A few days later, he met Elder Yu and chatted about the future plans of the weapon refinery. When he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered and asked:
“I met a kid called Mo Hua before. Do you know?”
“Ink painting?” Elder Yu nodded, “I asked him to go over and have a look.”
“What did you want him to see?” Master Ban frowned.
Elder Yu was about to say something, but stopped and smiled, “It’s nothing, let him have a look.”
Master Ban was a little unhappy and asked doubtfully: “Is he your relative?”
If only I were a relative…
Elder Yu said silently in his heart, then shook his head and said: “No, he is just an ordinary child. Let him do whatever he wants, and you don’t have to worry.”
Master Ban couldn’t help but curse.
Let him do whatever he wants. Can this be an ordinary child? You may not be so indulgent towards your own grandson…
Master Ban shook his head, but knowing that Elder Yu didn’t want to talk, he stopped asking. He could only put the matter aside for the time being and continue talking about the weapon refinery.
(End of chapter)