Mo Hua always remembered Mr. Zhuang’s words.
If Mr. Zhuang said that the contemplation map harbored dangers, then it was best not to touch it until the situation was clear.
But now that the contemplation map was in his hands, should he return it?
Mo Hua hesitated.
If the third householder contemplated this map again, it would enhance his divine sense, allow him to learn more evil formations, and continue to commit wrongdoings, doing even more evil deeds.
Even if Mo Hua didn’t keep the map, he couldn’t let it fall into the third householder’s hands again.
“What should I do?”
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up.
If the map was dangerous, then he wouldn’t look at it now. He would keep the contemplation map and ask Mr. Zhuang about it when he returned.
Mr. Zhuang was well-versed and knowledgeable, and if the gentleman said there was no issue, then he’d contemplate the map.
If the gentleman said the map was problematic, then he’d throw it into the artifact furnace and burn it, ending the matter once and for all.
Mo Hua nodded, thinking this was the safest approach, and decided to put the contemplation map into his storage bag first.
But as he was handling the contemplation map, the corner of his eye inadvertently caught a glimpse of a corner of it.
It was a moss-covered rock.
Seeing the rock, Mo Hua felt slightly puzzled.
Then, he couldn’t help himself, and gradually, little by little, he unfolded the contemplation map.
By the time Mo Hua snapped back to his senses, he was alarmed.
“What am I doing?!”
Mo Hua broke into a cold sweat.
He had not thought of anything nor done anything, and yet it was as if someone was controlling him, opening the contemplation map.
With gritted teeth, Mo Hua attempted to fold the map back up, but it was too late.
The contemplation map was fully unfolded.
A complete contemplation map was laid bare before Mo Hua’s eyes!
Mo Hua also saw what was depicted on the map.
It was a landscape painting with figures.
In the distance, there were green mountains; nearby, a flowing stream; the stream moistened the moss, and the moss climbed up the rocks.
On top of the rocks, a tiny Taoist child sat as if reciting scriptures.
It was a tranquil, serene image of an immortal’s abode.
Mo Hua was stunned.
Was this the contemplation map?
What did this map mean?
As Mo Hua pondered, suddenly he noticed that the little Taoist child seemed to come to life and smiled at him.
The smile was innocent and bright.
Mo Hua was startled, yet he couldn’t help but smile back a bit.
His smile was innocent and pure, somewhat similar to that of the little Taoist child.
But then, a chill ran through Mo Hua’s heart, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.
Because he realized that the little Taoist child’s innocent smile had imperceptibly taken on a hint of malevolence.
The malevolence gradually became eerie.
The little Taoist child’s smile turned more and more bizarre, more and more fierce.
Suddenly, his skin peeled off like paper, revealing a green-faced, fanged little ghost underneath.
The little green-faced ghost, with eyes like bronze bells, stared intently at Mo Hua as if he had seen a rare treasure, with a covetous look.
Seizing Mo Hua’s moment of distraction, it leaped out from the painting, shrinking to the size of a palm, and lunged toward Mo Hua’s forehead, its hand like a sharp claw, tearing through the sea of consciousness’ wall, and burrowed into Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness.