Asking about longevity

What exactly does the "ancient formation" mentioned by the second elder look like?

Mo Hua's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

The ancient formation with strange patterns was obtained from the endless wilderness, improved by the great witch, and banned by the royal family of the Great Wilderness, and engraved in the human-faced sheep-horned white-bone evil god statue...

The second elder didn't know what this formation was, and had never even seen it with his own eyes. Why did he think that this formation was suitable to be his life-long magic weapon?

Mo Hua recalled some of the subtle expressions of the second elder in the Dragon Palace and pondered it carefully in his heart.

At first, the second elder didn't seem to plan to talk about this matter.

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Even, this "ancient formation" was just an ancient secret of the Great Wilderness that he buried in his heart.

He should have kept it in his heart and never revealed it until his death.

But the matter of the Dragon Palace seemed to have changed his mind. He had a struggle in his heart, and then told himself this secret.

On the surface, this was a helpless move by the second elder who was dying.

But this second elder, who used dragon bones to prolong his life, lived too long.

Once a person lives for a long time, he will be more cunning, especially this kind of old demon cultivator who is good at calculating.

His final gratitude and wishes to himself may be true, but there may be his own calculations in it.

"Is there really such a formation?"

"Could the second elder have thrown a bait to catch himself?"

Mo Hua frowned.

The problem is that he can't refuse this ancient formation, even if it is a "bait".

Moreover, the second elder said that this ancient formation is suitable for his own natal formation diagram, which should not be groundless, and there must be his basis.

"Then what kind of formation is this ancient formation? Is it also a dragon formation of the Great Wilderness? Or something else?"

It's a pity that the second elder has already died, and there is no way to ask him many details.

What this formation diagram is, there is no way to know.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

The matter of his life-saving magic weapon was indeed full of twists and turns. After a long time, there was still only a vague shadow.

Mo Hua shook his head.

However, cultivation is difficult, and precious inheritance is extremely scarce.

It is impossible to get good things without making some efforts.

In the past, I had a master to help me, and in Taixu Sect, I had Mr. Xun and a group of elders to take care of me, but they can't help me for a lifetime.

I have to learn to overcome difficulties by myself and seek my own foundation.

Only in this way can I truly rely on my own abilities to gain a foothold in the land of Kyushu.

In the future, I will have the ability to travel alone around the world, visit dangerous and desperate places, search for lost Taoist scriptures, and collect ancient formation diagrams to make myself stronger step by step.

Mo Hua's Taoism heart became more determined, and his eyes became brighter.

He had made up his mind about the ancient formation of the wilderness, so he didn't bother about it anymore.

After that, he picked up the dragon vein again.

Now that the Dragon Palace is silent and the Dragon Emperor is dead, it seems that part of the source of inheritance has been cut off, and the dragon veins have also become much quieter.

The breath in the dragon veins is not so violent anymore.

Mo Hua tried to communicate with the dragon veins with his divine consciousness.

But failed.

The dragon veins did not react at all.

Mo Hua frowned.

"It shouldn't be..."

In his imagination, he swallowed the dragon soul, so it should resonate with the dragon veins.

How could there be no response at all?

Mo Hua sank his divine consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness again and sensed the state of his own divine consciousness.

After looking inward for a while, Mo Hua realized that although he swallowed the dragon soul, his divine consciousness did not change in essence, but was only stained with a trace of dragon energy.

When he shouted, there would be some dragon roars in his crisp voice.

This was seriously inconsistent with Mo Hua's expectations.

He also thought that after eating the dragon soul, even if he could not turn into a dragon, he could at least turn into some dragon scales and claws.

His divine consciousness would also become harder.

But now, the situation is not as good as he thought.

This dragon soul is not as "tonic" as he thought.

"Why?"

"Because the Dragon King of the Great Wilderness has lived too long and has decayed, so the dragon energy is old and there is no "nutrition" after eating it?"

"Or... the origin of the dragon soul is too tough. Although I ate it, I never really "digested" it?"

Mo Hua frowned, thinking that both possibilities are possible.

But before, no one should be able to "eat" the dragon soul, so no one should know whether the dragon soul is easy to digest.

"Anyway, I've eaten it. I'll slowly refine it in the future and see what it will become, but..."

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

"Spiritual consciousness proves the Tao, divine thoughts become the Tao, and then merges with dragon power, then this is... divine thoughts become dragons?"

"If it is dragons, then my divine thoughts become swords, will it become 'divine dragons become swords'? With one sword, a dragon will be chopped out?"

Is this... learning the wrong way again?

Unknowingly, he complicated the problem again.

Mo Hua sighed.

"Forget it, too many lice don't itch, too many debts don't worry, it's already messy enough, and this dragon doesn't matter."

Digest it slowly, and talk about it later.

Mo Hua withdrew his consciousness from the sea of ​​consciousness, opened his eyes, stared at the dragon vein, and realized another problem:

"How to deal with this dragon vein?"

At present, this 'dragon vein' can't be used for the time being.

The storage bag can't be put away.

Research can't be studied either.

My plan to "raise" a dragon has just begun. I don't know how long it will take to gather the essence of all monsters and raise a truly complete dragon pattern.

It's not time to add the finishing touches yet.

This dragon vein seems very "useless" if it is kept in my hand.

Not only useless, but also very "hot".

This is the secret treasure of the Great Wilderness Royal Family and the entrance to the Great Wilderness Taoist inheritance. Once people know about it, it will surely set off a bloody storm, and I don't know how much trouble it will bring to me.

Moreover, hiding the dragon vein privately...

"The Taoist court will not sentence me for "treason", right?"

"The Great Wilderness is a karma dragon, and the karma dragon vein is not a real dragon, so it shouldn't be that serious..."

Mo Hua was a little confused.

He was innocent and had never thought about rebellion.

Mo Hua thought about it, then wrapped the dragon vein in black cloth and kept it away.

Early the next morning, he went to visit Mr. Xun and "handed over" the dragon vein.

Mo Hua knew clearly what he had brought into the sect, and Mr. Xun must have known it clearly, but he just turned a blind eye to it for his own sake.

This was Mr. Xun's trust.

But he also had to be aware of it and not lose his sense of propriety.

For now, this dragon vein was not something he could control, so it was better to hand it over to the sect first.

Sure enough, when Mr. Xun saw the black cloth handed over by Mo Hua, he knew what was inside before he opened it.

"Are you tired of playing?"

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, "I don't understand..."

Mr. Xun nodded, "Then I'll keep it for you first. One day when you have the ability and can understand it, come to me for it."

Mo Hua was grateful and a little worried, and asked in a low voice:

"Old sir, if we keep this dragon vein for ourselves, will it... cause the Dao Court to blame us?"

Mr. Xun raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter, what can the Dao Court blame? The dragons in this world are not his family."

"You didn't skin the real dragon, you can't pull it out. "I have cut the tendons of a real dragon, refined the dragon veins of a real dragon, and picked up the veins of a karma dragon. The Dao Court will not really trouble you."

"What's more, this matter is known to heaven and earth, and you and I know it."

"This dragon vein is kept in my Taixu Sect, and the Dao Court does not know about it, so there will be no trouble."

Mo Hua was relieved, and said to Mr. Xun with a smile: "Then I'll leave it to you, old man."

Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Don't worry, just practice well."

"Yes."

Mo Hua nodded and smiled, and after a salute, he said goodbye and left.

Mr. Xun shook his head helplessly, turned his head and looked at the dragon vein in front of him, whose aura seemed to be a little weaker, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart:

"I don't know what this kid has studied..."

...

After leaving Mr. Xun, Mo Hua practiced as usual.

A few days later, it was the ten-day holiday, so he went out and went to Kushan.

The matters of Gushan and the dragon vein were roughly dealt with, so Mo Hua had time to make this trip.

He planned to return Huang Shanjun's "birth statue" to its original owner.

This was the request of Huang Shanjun of Gushan.

You should be loyal to the person who ordered you to do it.

Since he promised, he must do it.

Not to mention, Huang Shanjun gave him a great gift before he died.

Since he was going to travel far away, Xun Ziyou would naturally follow him.

Mo Hua carried the statue that no one could see or notice on Xun Ziyou's back.

The two of them took a carriage and went all the way to Kushan.

The mountains were quiet and full of trees.

The fallen leaves formed a carpet, thick and stacked, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The two climbed the steps, stepped on the soft and crisp leaves, and walked all the way to the dilapidated temple.

Mo Hua said, "Elder Xun, this is enough, I will go in by myself."

Xun Ziyou looked at the empty and dilapidated mountain temple on the deserted mountain and frowned.

"Are you going alone?"

Mo Hua nodded, "I'm going to visit an old friend."

"Old friend?" Xun Ziyou was puzzled.

"Well," Mo Hua whispered, "My friend is a little shy and doesn't like to be disturbed. Elder Xun, please don't tell others the location of this temple."

Xun Ziyou nodded doubtfully.

Mo Hua was a little strange.

But Mo Hua was used to being weird, so it was not strange for him to do some strange things.

He just felt a little emotional in his heart. Mo Hua knew so many people and had a wide network of contacts.

That's it...

Xun Ziyou glanced at the empty mountain temple and wondered: This doesn't seem to count as a "network of contacts"?

On the other side, Mo Hua had already walked into the ruined temple carrying the statue of the god.

This statue of the natal god was a little heavy, but fortunately, Elder Xun Ziyou was carrying it all the way, so it was nothing for Mo Hua to carry it for this distance.

After entering the ruined temple, Mo Hua raised his eyes and saw Huang Shanjun in the clay sculpture.

It stayed in this broken temple obediently.

There was no other way. It basically couldn't visit other people in this condition.

There were no guests.

Even if there were guests, Huang Shanjun wouldn't be happy.

There were wolves, insects, tigers and leopards everywhere in the wild mountains and wilderness, and lonely ghosts were wandering around. How could a broken mountain god like him have any good "guests".

Huang Shanjun also had a complicated expression.

A few days ago, he had always been lonely, poor, lonely and stable, but for some reason, he suddenly felt frightened again.

He knew that something must be happening again.

And it was a big thing.

It had been worried about this for a long time. It was restless and had no taste in its mouth. Even when it ate the sour steamed buns, it didn't feel sour.

The sun is just right today, and Mr. Huangshan just looked up.

Sure enough, the "little ancestor" Mo Hua came again.

As usual, Mr. Huangshan floated up from the clay sculpture, with a kind smile on his face, and greeted him in front of the ink painting.

"My little friend, you are fine. I don't know why you are free, but you come to the ruined temple of the little god again?"

Mo Hua placed the statue on his back on the ground.

"I brought you a 'gift'."

The outside of the statue is covered with gray cloth, and an array of divine mist is drawn around it with ink paintings to hide the breath and prevent the leakage of cause and effect.

Looking at the things in front of him, Huangshan Jun was stunned for a moment.

The gray cloth was wrapped tightly, and it didn't know what was inside.

But now that it is close, the wisp of looming Qi that has the same origin is still gradually perceived by it.

An idea that it had never dreamed of before slowly came to mind.

An incredible excitement and excitement surged from the bottom of his heart and flowed throughout his body, making his whole body tremble, his mind surging, his scalp numb, and his head buzzing.

Huangshan Jun's heart was filled with disbelief.

"This..." Its voice trembled.

Mo Hua whispered: "I looked like it was your 'family'. I happened to come across it and brought it back to you."

As he spoke, Mo Hua opened a corner of the gray cloth.

Huangshan Jun only took one look and couldn't help but tremble all over, and even his eyes began to fill with tears.

"You...retrieved it...for me?"

"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Huangshan's chest suffocated and he almost couldn't breathe.

It looked at the ink painting again, and felt that at this moment, the ink painting had eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like bright stars, red lips and white teeth. He was extremely handsome, unparalleled in elegance and grace.

In this world, there are no people, gods, or even immortals who are more beautiful than ink paintings.

The ink painting is even better to see, with a golden glow all over it.

This little monk actually... took back its "natal idol"? !

From the hands of the ancient evil god, from the hands of the hatched evil fetus, brought out the statue of the natal god that was lost at the bottom of the lonely mountain and occupied by evil spirits? !

For this mountain god, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a reborn parent for being so kind and benevolent.

This little ancestor is really its "ancestor".

At the same time, Huangshan Jun was also very shocked.

It simply couldn't imagine how the ink painting with the foundation of cultivation could achieve all of this.

At the bottom of the solitary mountain, there is a huge burial of thousands of corpses, in the Temple of the Evil Embryo.

Mr. Huangshan couldn’t even imagine how many difficulties and obstacles he faced here?

Even if it, a mountain god, is lucky enough to cultivate for another thousand years and return to the top of the third level, it may not be able to reach the bottom of the lonely mountain, take back the statue of its own destiny, and escape intact.

Mo Hua, this little monk, how on earth did he do it?

Mr. Huangshan was shocked and completely stunned.

Seeing it standing still, Mo Hua kindly reminded: "Put it away quickly, don't lose it again."

Huangshan Jun was suddenly startled, and then he remembered the business.

It no longer hesitated and stretched out its hand towards the statue of its natal god, but at the next moment, it hesitated again, as if it was considering whether to carry the ink painting on its back.

But after thinking about it, I realized that Mo Hua had found this natal statue. If he wanted to be greedy for Mo, he would have stolen it long ago.

Under such circumstances, carrying the ink painting on my back is really a bit of a villain's way of judging a gentleman's heart.

Huangshan Jun no longer hesitated, and with a sway, he got into the statue of his natal god. After a moment, Huangshan Jun, half-body in golden light, walked out again.

Its appearance has changed somewhat, its robes are a little more expensive, its body is a little taller, its face is less colorful and more energetic.

The overall look is a bit more powerful.

The origin is also thicker.

"Did you melt the statue of your natal god?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Huangshan Jun said: "We have been separated for too long. We need to warm up for a while, and then..."

Huangshan Jun paused for a moment, but did not hide anything, "Then when the origin is in the same place, we will choose another secret place to store this destiny thing."

Mo Hua nodded and didn't ask any questions. When he saw Huangshan Jun's altar, there was rainwater in a broken bowl and half a piece of steamed bun on the plate. He knew that his life was still the same as before, without any improvement, so he started from the storage room. He took out the chicken, duck and fish meat from the bag, placed it on the table, opened a pot of wine, and called to Mr. Huangshan:

"Come, let's talk while we eat."

Huangshan Jun was so moved that he cupped his hands and said, "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

So one person and one god sat on the altar, eating meat, drinking wine, and chatting.

Mo Hua mainly wants to ask about some past events of Gushan.

Mr. Huangshan also knows everything and talks about everything.

But it is a pity that its origin seems to be missing, and its memory has also been lost. After all, most of it is actually something Mo Hua knows.

And in its memory of the Taixu Sect senior who beheaded it, there was only a vague figure dressed in white and an extremely sharp Taixu Sword. It could not remember anything else, not even his face. Very vague.

This matter is a bit strange.

Mo Hua frowned, feeling vaguely that there were two possibilities.

One possibility is that Huangshan Jun indeed lost his memory after his body was chopped off and forgot what this senior looked like.

There is another possibility that this senior of Taixu Sect has other unknown causes and effects, and in order to keep it secret, he erased his past by some unknown means.

It is even possible that some secrets have erased the past cause and effect by others.

So, Huang Shanjun can't remember his appearance.

But this is just a guess that Mo Hua made intuitively after practicing the way of cause and effect.

It is hard to say what the truth is.

In addition, Mo Hua asked some other questions.

These questions are all the doubts he has accumulated over a long period of time in his practice of the way of divine consciousness.

Including the direction of the development of the cultivator's divine consciousness, the advancement of gods, the relationship between the quality and rank of gods, the nature of Taoism, and especially, whether the divine consciousness of gods will undergo "qualitative changes" as the rank is improved.

A long time ago, the third-grade blood-colored divine skeleton he encountered was as hard as iron.

And the third-grade evil fetus was covered with "magic armor" all over its body, which was indestructible.

But the cultivator's divine consciousness did not have this kind of change.

Mo Hua himself seemed to have only a little bit of this "qualitative change".

Therefore, he was a little confused.

Did he ignore other "strengthening" directions in the way of divine consciousness?

However, his divine consciousness was a mixture of human and divine, and the composition was too complicated, and the origin of his divine consciousness was too chaotic.

Based on Mo Hua's own experience, he couldn't figure out the relationship between them, so he could only ask Huang Shanjun for advice, hoping to get some inspiration to further strengthen his divine consciousness.