Mo Wudao's mouthful of blood landed on the coffee table, the sofa, and the floor behind the sofa. The blood splattered more than two meters away, and it was a ghastly sight to behold.
Even though Mo Wudao was usually glib-tongued and joked with Ling Yun, he was extremely hardworking when it came to getting things done for Ling Yun.
After spitting out the blood, Mo Wudao's mouth, chin, and robe were stained. His face turned sallow, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the three copper coins.
Among them, two copper coins were intertwined and stacked together, while the other copper coin fell to the side by itself.
Mo Wudao nodded his head slightly as he looked in the direction of the third coin. His efforts weren't wasted after all.
Then, he opened his mouth and said in a weak voice, "Ling Yun, it's done. You can come over now."
Mo Wudao's voice wasn't loud, but he knew that Ling Yun could hear him.
"Whoosh!"
Ling Yun leaped a hundred meters into the air and landed at the door of the house. Then, his figure flickered, and he entered the house.
"Wudao, are you alright?"
Ling Yun knew that Mo Wudao would have to pay a hefty price for Mo Wudao's divination ever since he said that Ling Xiao's whereabouts weren't easy to read.
This was peeping!
Ling Yun remembered this favor in his heart, but he only asked out of concern.
"Ha, look at me. Do I look alright?"
Mo Wu Dao grinned as he looked up at Ling Yun and mocked himself. Then, he chuckled and said, "However, thanks to you, this mouthful of blood wasn't spat out in vain. This divination has greatly improved my physiognomy and divination!"
Ling Yun was grateful, but he didn't say much. He only smiled and nodded.
While the two of them were talking, Ling Lie had also arrived at the door. When he walked in and saw the mouthful of blood, he was shocked speechless.
The last to enter was naturally Ling Xiao's wife, Dong Ruolan. She had the same expression as Mo Wudao.
Mo Wudao stood up shakily and raised his hand to wipe the blood off his mouth. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just learned a lesson from peeping."
Heavenly punishment, backlash.
This matter was similar to Ling Yun's cultivation, going against the heavens. Every time he advanced to the next level, he would have to undergo the Lightning Tribulation.
"The result isn't ideal, but it's still acceptable."
Mo Wu Dao knew that everyone was anxious, so he didn't say anything useless. He directly said, "These three copper coins, I casually tossed them out, they landed in different spots."
"Among them, the location of the third coin is where Uncle Ling is currently."
Mo Wu Dao used the two copper coins as the center point and drew a line towards the square hole in the middle of the third coin. That line pointed towards the northeast.
"Based on the room we are in, follow this line. Uncle Ling must be on this line."
Then, Mo Wu Dao kept his mouth shut.
The other three were stunned and couldn't help but look at each other.
"That's it?" Ling Yun asked.
Even if there was a direction, if there was no address, no destination, and no way of knowing how far it was, where would he go to find it?
This mouthful of blood that Mo Wudao spat out was really not worth it.
Mo Wu Dao smiled bitterly. "If it was an ordinary person, I wouldn't need to spit out this mouthful of blood to calculate his exact location. The error wouldn't be more than a hundred meters. But Uncle Ling's karma is too deep, and the heavenly secrets are hidden. This is already the limit. "
Ling Lie suddenly said, "Thank you for your hard work, Priest Mo."
"Yun Er, don't worry. Since Priest Mo has already calculated the direction of Third Brother, it's better than searching for a needle in a haystack. Then, our Ling Family will follow the map and search in this direction. Even if we have to dig three feet underground, we must find Third Brother!"
Ling Yun muttered, "But … all the big families in Beijing are looking for my father. If we search on such a large scale, it would be too big of a commotion. I'm afraid it would be disadvantageous to my father."
Ling Yun wasn't worried about the direction or the distance. Instead, he was worried about the commotion. Since the other party had captured Ling Xiao, they would definitely send people to watch the Ling Family's movements. Wouldn't they find another place to hide if they were to search so openly?
Once they alerted the enemy, it would be really troublesome.
Ling Lie frowned slightly. Obviously, he had thought of this as well.
Ling Yun turned his head and looked at Mo Wu Dao. "Can you think of another way to narrow down the search area?"
Mo Wu Dao sighed and shook his head. "Sigh, I guess I've fallen into your hands."
"Alright, I'll try. However, I can't do divination anymore. I can only do word reading."
Mo Wu Dao raised his head and looked at Ling Yun. "I can't be the only one bleeding. You should bleed too. Bite your fingertip and write a word."
Without hesitation, Ling Yun raised his right hand and bit his index finger. After some thought, he wrote the word "father" on the coffee table in bright red.
He was looking for Ling Xiao. Naturally, he would write this word.
Mo Wu Dao watched as Ling Yun finished writing the word. His brows furrowed into a knot.
The entire house was silent. No one spoke as they waited for Mo Wu Dao to speak.
"This word is well written."
Mo Wu Dao pondered for a long time before finally speaking. "For father and son, there's an '8' at the top and a 'yi' at the bottom."
Of course, a word reading had to be done. Mo Wu Dao directly disassembled the word.
"This' 8 'can be understood as the word' person 'being forcefully separated. It fits your current situation with Uncle Ling. You can't gather people, which means you can't meet them. You don't know their whereabouts, so you have to find him.
"The word 'yi' below has two pronunciations. It can be read as' yi 'or' ai '.
"The crux of the problem lies in this' yi '."
Mo Wu Dao raised his head and looked at Ling Yun. "When it's pronounced as' yi ', it means stability and stability.
"This means that Uncle Ling is still alive. His life is not in danger for now. You don't have to worry about this."
Dong Ruolan's body swayed when she heard this. It took her a lot of effort to stand up straight again.
Ling Yun's heart was moved. He could tell that Dong Ruolan was very worried about her father even though she didn't say anything.
"However …"
Mo Wu Dao changed the topic. "The word 'yi' is also pronounced as' ai '. When it's pronounced, it means repeated punishment and punishment."
Mo Wu Dao raised his head and looked at Ling Yun deeply. "This means that Uncle Ling is in a very bad situation now. He is being … being tortured repeatedly."
Hearing this, Dong Ruolan, who had just heaved a sigh of relief, fell to the ground!
Ling Lie raised his hand and held Dong Ruolan's shoulder. "Ruolan, Ling Xiao is a man of the Ling Family. It's nothing for him to suffer a little."
Then, he looked at Mo Wu Dao and said, "Priest Mo, please continue."
Mo Wu Dao looked at the three people in front of him with a troubled expression. "This means that Uncle Ling is still alive, but he is suffering all kinds of torture. We have to save him as soon as possible."
Because Dong Ruolan was present, Mo Wu Dao's words were very vague and not straightforward. This was because there was another meaning to the word 'yi' that he didn't say.
The word 'yi' also had the meaning of cutting. For example, 'yi grass' and 'yi wheat' meant cutting grass and harvesting wheat. This meant that Ling Xiao's suffering was torture!
Of course, Mo Wu Dao wouldn't say this if he didn't see it with his own eyes. Once he said it, he was afraid that the three people in front of him wouldn't be able to take it. Wouldn't that be an alarmist?
After all, it was just a word reading.
Therefore, he only said that they had to save Ling Xiao as soon as possible.
Ling Yun asked in a low voice, "What about the address? The word reading is to calculate the approximate location of my father. "
Mo Wu Dao said, "Don't be anxious. I'll talk about this now."
"This word 'yi' is an intersection of a stroke and a stroke. If we want to find someone, we can understand it as a kind of terrain."
"This kind of diagram usually represents a vein on a map. A vein can only be a mountain range. Therefore, if I'm not wrong, Uncle Ling should be in a mountain range. He should be at the intersection of two mountains, or in a valley between two mountains."
After saying this, Mo Wu Dao spread his hands slightly. "I can only narrow down the approximate location of Uncle Ling's location to this extent."
Mo Wu Dao really tried his best.
"Wu Dao, thank you. This is already very good!"
Since Ling Xiao's location was confirmed, he should be in the northeast of here. Furthermore, it was at the intersection of two mountains. As long as he opened the map and followed the direction of that line, he should be able to find Ling Xiao.
From the Ling Family's ancestral home, all the way to the Yan Mountain Range, how many mountains could there be along the way?
Ling Yun's divine sense could cover a distance of a thousand meters. Even the stupidest method, which was to search the entire area, would be able to find him!
Of course, the premise was that Mo Wu Dao's divination and word reading were both correct.
"Priest Mo, regardless of whether you can find my third brother or not, you are the benefactor of the Ling Family. Thank you so much for today!"
Ling Lie saw Mo Wu Dao's performance and thought to himself that the people Ling Yun befriended were indeed not ordinary people. He was almost eighty years old, so what kind of knowledge did he have? He actually nodded continuously at Mo Wu Dao's words and couldn't find any words to refute.
Mo Wu Dao hurriedly stood up and cupped his fists towards Ling Lie. He said respectfully, "Old Master Ling, I was busy with official matters just now, so I didn't have the time to greet you. Please forgive me."
"Ling Yun and I are good friends. I naturally have to do my best for his matters. I really don't deserve your kind words."
Mo Wu Dao might have a glib tongue and didn't give in to Ling Yun at all, but he had never crossed the line when it came to things that needed to be done.
"Grandpa, you don't have to stand on ceremony with Mo Wu Dao. Just treat him like me in the future."
After summoning Ling Yun's soul and finding Ling Xiao, Ling Yun had long regarded Mo Wu Dao as a friend of life and death.
What he said just now was actually announcing that Mo Wu Dao was his brother.
Otherwise, how could Ling Lie treat Mo Wu Dao the same way he treated him?
"Grandpa, there's no time to lose. Next, we have to focus on finding my father!"
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