Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1074: Chapter 672: Deities, Humans, Ghosts_2 Chapter 1074: Chapter 672: Deities, Humans, Ghosts_2 Mo Hua made up his mind.

A few days later, on his day off, he specially prepared food and drinks as offerings and made a trip to Kushan Mountain.

This time, it was a deliberate visit, not just something on the way.

To avoid “breaking the appointment” and not to let Lord Yellow Mountain be “disappointed,” Mo Hua got up especially early, hired a faster carriage, aiming to make a there-and-back trip early to avoid any last-minute delays.

The carriage sped like lightning, and after several hours, Mo Hua arrived at Kushan Mountain.

After getting off the carriage, it was the familiar rugged mountain path, the familiar steep stone steps.

The scenery around was also as he remembered, quiet and desolate.

From a distance, he could see Lord Yellow Mountain’s dilapidated temple.

A feeling of familiarity welled up in Mo Hua’s heart.

He stepped on moss-covered stone steps, facing the morning sun, his mood cheerful and his steps light, walking step by step toward the dilapidated temple.

The mountain breeze was refreshing, and the mountain’s appearance was as always.

Mo Hua hummed a song, walking all the way into the dilapidated temple. Looking up, he saw Lord Yellow Mountain sitting upright on a mud statue, only his complexion didn’t look great.

As if he had been tortured, his face showed helplessness and desolation.

Mo Hua looked up at the sky and asked in puzzlement,

“Mountain Lord, the weather is so nice today, why do you look so unhappy?”

Lord Yellow Mountain cast a resentful glance at Mo Hua.

It’s all because I knew you were coming…

Lord Yellow Mountain silently sighed in his heart.

Ever since he had the premonition that a little troublemaker would come knocking again, he had been on tenterhooks, restless for several days and nights…

This premonition had been felt since the last decad.

But for some reason, it suddenly dissipated.

Lord Yellow Mountain thought the child wouldn’t come after all. He was overjoyed when the heavy stone in his heart was lifted.

But the joy didn’t last long. The premonition suddenly became intense again, and it seemed unavoidable.

Lord Yellow Mountain had resigned himself, so he sat dully in the mud statue early in the morning, agonizingly waiting for the “honored guest” to arrive.

Mo Hua looked around curiously and asked, “Aren’t you turning into a puppy this time?”

Lord Yellow Mountain had a numb expression.

If turning into a puppy was useful, I would have done it long ago.

The fact is, even after turning into a puppy, I can’t escape; I will still be “sniffed” out by this kid…

It’s just deceiving oneself and “divine.”

Mo Hua saw that Lord Yellow Mountain was a bit unhappy and thought it was because he lacked incense offerings and food, so he was in low spirits.

It seems that not only do humans become desolate and have no good days to live.

Even gods become desolate and have poor days to live.

Living at the bottom, whether gods or humans, seem to be much of a muchness.

Mo Hua felt some sympathy, then a sense of relief in his heart: It’s good that I came!

“I’ve brought you something delicious!”

Mo Hua took out the prepared Spiritual Wine, Spirit Fruits, and various kinds of steamed buns, snacks, and meat from his Storage Bag, placing them all on the altar, then looked eagerly at Lord Yellow Mountain.

As if to say, hurry up and eat.

Lord Yellow Mountain’s complex emotions unexpectedly gave rise to a touch of being moved.

Even though this child signifies a huge hassle…

He sighed, not wanting… and of course not daring to refuse Mo Hua’s kindness. He sampled the wine and tasted a few bites of chicken.

As the meat entered his mouth, Lord Yellow Mountain’s slender eyes lit up.

Heaven knows how long it had been since he had tasted such delicious offerings.

Delicious!

Lord Yellow Mountain momentarily forgot his concerns and indulged in eating with abandon.

Mo Hua nodded.

These offerings were specially prepared by Mo Hua.

Some dishes he had even cooked himself, containing the goodwill of a “Demigod” in his youthful years.

But this was something that Mo Hua did not know.

Lord Yellow Mountain had never even considered it.

He just felt that today’s offerings were especially delicious, maybe even the tastiest he had had since he was cut down by Divine Thought into sword and became destitute in this dilapidated temple.

Lord Yellow Mountain swayed his head side to side, squinting his eyes with pleasure.

Mo Hua, seeing his reaction, was very happy. He lightly jumped onto the altar to sit beside Lord Yellow Mountain, then took out a roasted lamb leg from his Storage Bag and started to feast together with him.

Mo Hua remembered that Lord Yellow Mountain did not eat lamb, so he gladly kept the lamb leg for himself.

Lord Yellow Mountain stiffened as he smelled the lamb.

He turned his head and saw Mo Hua seemingly oblivious, gnawing on the lamb leg, his little mouth greasy, and he couldn’t help but twitch.

After a while, Lord Yellow Mountain sighed, took a sip of wine, and continued to eat his own offerings.

The woodland was elegant, the temple serene.

The bright sunlight poured down from the rooftop, scattering all over the ground.

Mo Hua and Lord Yellow Mountain sat side by side, quietly, one gnawing on a lamb leg, the other eating the offerings.

After eating for a while, Lord Yellow Mountain suddenly realized.

“You’re looking for me… do you have something in mind?”

“Yep!” Mo Hua nodded, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and asked straightforwardly:

“Mountain Lord, what exactly is the difference between gods and humans?”

“This…”

Lord Yellow Mountain was slightly startled, puzzled, “Why do you ask this?”

“I’m just curious.”

Mo Hua blinked.

Lord Yellow Mountain faintly twisted his mouth, not buying that Mo Hua came all this way, bringing delicious food and drinks, just because of “curiosity.”

“Tell me!” Mo Hua took another small bite of the lamb leg.

Just as Lord Yellow Mountain was about to evade the question, he suddenly felt a thump in his heart.

When Mo Hua asked the question, he looked so innocent and cute, but somehow he also carried an aura of authority that made him…

Somewhat afraid to refuse.

Lord Yellow Mountain was shocked.

Had something else happened to this child?

How could his words make a Mountain God like himself subconsciously not dare to refuse?!

Lord Yellow Mountain’s expression fluctuated, and his emotions were tumultuous.

Mo Hua found it a bit strange, so he asked: