Asking about longevity

Huangshan Jun glanced at Mo Hua suspiciously.

All in all, it has been several years since it saw an ink painting.

Just now, I was too excited about the statue of my natal god, and my gratitude was beyond words. For a moment, I felt that the ink painting of dragons and phoenixes was unparalleledly handsome, and the whole body was exuding golden light.

But now taking a closer look, Huangshan Jun realized that this seemed not to be his "illusion".

The spiritual thought in the ink painting does have a faint golden light overflowing.

This kind of golden light can only be seen by gods.

The spiritual consciousness in the ink painting is more obscure, more hidden, and as deep as the sea than before.

The stronger the consciousness, the less able it is to peep into.

An almost absurd conjecture emerged in Huangshan Jun's mind.

"Little friend, you-" Huangshan Jun hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Mo Hua asked.

Huang Shanjun thought deeply for a moment and shook his head, "It's nothing——"

It didn't dare to ask for an exit.

There is a difference between humans and gods.

It is a huge taboo to step into the path of becoming a god with a mortal body of flesh and blood.

Such people will face great disaster.

Once this secret is leaked out, it will definitely lead to divine disasters, many gods in the world will be killed, and they will even be killed.

Consecrating gods with flesh and blood is the way to "blaspheme".

As for the ordinary monks, taking the path of transforming into gods and becoming gods, they are also full of murderous intentions.

Once you make a mistake, you will fall into the evil realm and become a deformed evil god of flesh and blood, with evil thoughts like the plague.

Scattered into the earth.

In Huangshanjun's long memory, except for some ancient cultivators who were extremely talented in spiritual thinking and were stunningly talented and stunningly beautiful, no one took this path at all.

Some monks who took this path in the past cannot even be considered "human" at all.

Huangshan Jun took a deep look at Mo Hua.

It is extremely certain, the ink painting is indeed a "person" made of flesh and blood.

No matter how strong his spiritual sense is, he is still a human being.

Moreover, he is very full of human nature, has a strong Taoist heart, and is full of energy and energy.

The more Huangshan Jun looked at it, the more his heart palpitated, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he silently suppressed his suspicion in his heart.

Even forcing myself to forget.

The ink painting on it shows great kindness.

If the ink painting is really the path of "Taoism and conferring gods", then it cannot be said.

It would be best if you didn't know about this from the beginning.

But Mr. Huangshan was still worried, his eyes flickered, and he said to Mo Hua pointedly:

"There are fundamental differences between humans and gods."

"Between humans and gods, there is a great chasm and a clear boundary."

"This boundary must not be broken at any time, otherwise it will lead to a great disaster -."

Mo Hua felt comfortable and immediately understood what Huangshan Jun meant, and nodded to show that he understood.

Mr. Huangshan breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"A monk cultivates spiritual power, and each state undergoes a change. The first-level Qi refining, the spiritual power is like mist; the second-level foundation building, the spiritual power is like mercury; the third-level golden elixir, the spiritual power is crystallized——."

"But the monk's consciousness has not changed like this."

"From the first level to the second level, the spiritual will doubles. The same is true after that. The monk's spiritual will only increases in quantity and has no essential change."

"This essential change in spiritual thoughts belongs to the gods."

"A first-grade god, his mental power is like fog; a second-grade god, his mental power is like mercury; a third-grade god, his mental power is crystallized——"

"This is the 'deformation' of the god's mind power, a change in the shape of the mind power."

"In addition to deformation, there is another level of 'qualitative change' in the power of gods' thoughts, which is the 'Taoization' of divine thoughts."

"The innate Dao is derived from the divine marrow. The rarer the divine marrow, the deeper the Taoism, the truer the origin, the higher the rank, and the stronger the law."

"High-level gods have powerful origins and possess profound 'Taoist' power. They can even break the restrictions of the gods' realm and cross the border to kill the gods——·."

Huang Shanjun narrated the secrets of the gods to the ink painting.

This entire set of Shinto knowledge is much more complete than before.

It was completed by merging the natal idol and awakening some of the lost memories.

There is another part of the knowledge about gods that Huangshan Jun has not mentioned before because he never thought before that Mo Hua, an eccentric little cultivator from the human race, might very well be on the path of "Taoism and becoming a god" by breaking the Taoist taboos.

But now the situation is different.

Huangshan Jun concluded that these knowledge and ink paintings would definitely be useful, so he explained everything in great detail.

Mo Hua also benefited a lot after hearing this.

In a sense, this is true "divine preaching."

Although Huangshan Jun is now in decline, he was previously a mountain god at the peak of the third level. He has gone through many years and vicissitudes, has profound knowledge, and is terrifyingly powerful.

Otherwise, the Great Wild Evil God would not leave any stone unturned to care about its divine body and dojo.

It can preach to oneself, which is very valuable.

This kind of Shinto knowledge "personally transmitted" by the gods is, in a sense, also a "taboo" for the gods.

There may be very few people who know.

Even Mr. Xun, who is in the Dongxu Realm, probably wouldn’t know it clearly.

After all, Mr. Xun didn’t have a “divine” friend to drink and chat with.

"Thank you, tiger." Mo Hua cupped his hands and thanked him.

"You're welcome, little friend." Huangshan Jun sighed.

It is difficult to repay the great favor of finding the statue of the natal god. It is really nothing to talk about the secrets of Shinto.

After listening to Huangshan Jun's preaching, the framework of Shinto advancement became clearer in Mo Hua's mind.

He is now half human, half god, stuck in the middle.

The two Shinto advanced frameworks were mixed together, so some common Shinto concepts did not apply to him.

Only by researching and exploring by yourself can you find your own path between man and God.

"By the way," Mo Hua remembered something again and asked, "Tiger, what about the 'dragon'? Is there any way to advance in the dragon soul?"

"Dragon?" Mr. Huangshan was stunned for a moment, "What does this have to do with dragons?"

Mo Hua didn't know what to say.

He can't tell Mr. Huangshan that he "ate" a dragon - "·

Mo Hua said: "A few days ago, by chance, I met the descendants of Dahuang and saw a dragon soul, so I was curious and wanted to ask you."

Huangshan Jun was surprised when he heard this and asked: "Then where is this dragon soul now?"

In my belly——Mo Hua was silent for a moment and could only say: "I don't know either——

Huangshan Jun felt a little regretful and pondered for a moment before saying: "The dragon is a divine beast, and the dragon soul is the soul of the divine beast. In a sense, it is an existence comparable to a 'god'."

“But the number of dragons is extremely rare, and dragon souls are even rarer.

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"Even though I was the God of the Lonely Mountain before and lived for countless years, I never saw the dragon soul several times with my own eyes."

"The secret of the dragon soul is probably only known to the 'dragon' clan itself, or the human clan that has inherited the blood of true dragons and karmic dragons from generation to generation."

"A human race that inherits the blood of a true dragon or a karmic dragon?" Mo Hua asked.

Huangshan Jun said: "The lineage of the Dao Ting Emperor inherits the blood of the True Dragon. The Great Wilderness Royal Family inherits the blood of the Karmic Dragon."

"In addition, the blood of the Karmic Dragon is occasionally spread among the royal families in the wilderness, the northern frontier, and the western extreme, some hidden clans, and even some big families and clans today."

Mo Hua suddenly realized.

He had heard Supervisor Xia talk about the difference between real dragons and industrial dragons.

But this was the first time he had heard of these forces with the blood of Karma Dragon.

"In a big family, in a big clan, do you also have the blood of Yelong?"

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of his young senior brother who was so heroic and could shoot like a dragon.

"Senior Brother, he was born in the Bai family and practiced Conglong Dao. Does that mean that the blood of the Karmic Dragon also flows in his body?"

Mo Hua thinks it's not impossible.

If you meet your junior senior brother in the future, you must ask him.

After asking about the knowledge of Shinto, Mo Hua memorized the key information in his heart one by one. He turned around and looked at Huangshan Jun again. Seeing that it was covered with a layer of light gold, he asked curiously:

"Tiger, you got it——."

Mo Hua thought for a while, but still didn't say the words "natal god statue".

There are six ears in heaven and earth.

And he also has a lot of karma on him.

If those four words are uttered and someone extrapolates them, it may bring unexpected disaster to Huangshan Lord.

Mo Hua said: "If you get that thing, can your strength be restored to its original state? You were so powerful back then."

The mountain god who is at the peak of the third level and is only one step away from reaching the fourth level.

His virtuous conduct makes even the evil gods covet him.

The power of supernatural powers is also incredibly strong.

They also built such a big temple and built so many statues of gods.

It can be seen that there are many believers, and the incense must be prosperous.

Comparing the present and the past, it is really a world of difference.

Huang Shanjun said happily: "With the origin, everything is possible, but of course, it won't be that fast.

The way of the gods also needs to be cultivated little by little. "

Mo Hua was also happy for Mr. Huangshan, and asked: "Then if you want to reach the third level of cultivation, do you still need to build a large dojo and eat the incense of all living beings?"

Huangshan Jun shook his head.

"No need?" Mo Hua said.

Huangshan Jun looked deeply and sighed slowly: "The support of all living beings is all vain."

"Most of the existences in the world, whether humans, demons, or gods, are puppets of strength, fame, wealth, power, and status."

"People are so...

"With power, you become an emperor. Without power, you are just an ordinary person in the world."

"If you cultivate to reach the sky, you will respect your ancestors. If you lose your cultivation, you will be no more than an ant in the world."

"I, the mountain god, am the same."

"Back then, when my spiritual thoughts were strong and I had boundless power, I was naturally majestic, with thousands of people worshiping me, and the incense was in full bloom—"

"But it's not me who's majestic, but the mighty force of heaven and earth that uses me as a 'puppet'——"

"What everyone worships is not me. What they worship is also my divine power."

"This kind of support is inherently vain."

"Once the power of heaven and earth is lost, all people are separated, and the incense is cut off, and I myself will be just a little mountain god in a ruined temple in Huangshan that no one cares about."

"Therefore, I understand clearly that since the gods are born according to the Tao, they should be indifferent to external things and practice meditation quietly.

To form good karma widely, you don’t need to ask for support from others, you don’t need to spread incense, and you don’t need to insist on cause and effect. "

"Since it is an illusory thing, it is better not to be happy when it comes and not to be sad when it goes away. It is better to focus on cultivating one's own way and realize the origin -...·

Huangshan Jun's words have profound meaning.

Paint in ink for a moment, thoughtfully.

He had heard Huangshanjun say this before, but he had not experienced it deeply before. Now that he has experienced all the experiences in Gushan, it sounds like a different story.

The gods seek Tao, not incense.

The incense follows people's hearts and is ethereal.

And the great road exists in heaven and earth, eternal and eternal.

Similarly, what monks seek should be the Tao, not simply cultivation, power, reputation, interests and status.

Mo Hua nodded and bowed seriously to Mr. Huangshan, "Thank you, Mr. Huang, for your advice."

Huang Shanjun waved his hand quickly, "The vicissitudes of life, the bad luck, gave birth to a little understanding, I can best help my little friend, I can't afford such a big gift."

Mo Hua nodded, "It helped me a lot.'

The two drank and chatted for a while. It was getting late and Mo Hua was going back. He couldn't let Elder Xun wait for him outside.

As he stood up to leave, Mo Hua thought for a while and asked Huangshan Jun: "Will there be evil spirits disturbing you if you stay in this ruined temple to practice?"

Huangshan Jun said: "Occasionally."

Mo Hua said, "Wait a minute." He went outside the temple, cut a branch, and cut it into the shape of a small sword.

After that, Mo Hua touched his forehead with his hand, condensing a trace of divine sword intention.

This wisp of sword intent was still very raw, but the powerful killing intention contained in it was as real as it could be. Huangshan Jun was horrified to see it.

The ink painting blended the sword's meaning into the wooden sword, and then hung it above the temple door.

From the outside, this is just a rough wooden sword.

But if someone is sneaky and comes to the door without haste, this is a terrifying "decapitated sword"

"My sword is hanging here, and most evil people don't dare to come." Mo Hua said.

Huang Shanjun took a deep look at the ink painting, felt grateful, and bowed in a long salute, "My dear friend, I am so kind, I will bear it in my heart."

Mo Hua waved his hand, "As I said, we are good friends, no need to be polite to me."

"I'm going back to the sect. I'll see you next time when I have time."

Looking at the small wooden sword hanging on the beam, Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, then waved to Mr. Huangshan and left freely.

The sun sets in the west, and the dry mountains and ruined temples appear.

Mo Hua and Xun Ziyou walked together, covered by the sunset glow, along the winding mountain road, step by step down the mountain.

Huang Shanjun watched Mo Hua leave with a lot of emotions in his heart.

It never expected that eight years ago, this little monk who went up the mountain alone and broke into his temple at night would be the biggest "blessing" he had ever encountered in his life - "·

Under the moonlight, return to the sect.

Mo Hua practiced the Spirit Rebellion Formation all night. At dawn the next day, Zheng Fang came to see him again and handed him a letter, saying:

"Senior brother, my uncle will return to Zhenzhou in three days.'

Mo Hua was startled, "Senior Zheng is leaving?"

"Well," Zheng Fang nodded, "my uncle had already resigned from the position of elder of Qian Dao Sect, and made an exception to stay for a few more days. Now that the new year is approaching, something seems to have happened in the clan, and he must go back."

"Before leaving, he wanted to see his junior brother again. He might have something to ask.'

Mo Hua felt regretful and said: "I understand, I will go visit Senior Zheng."

"Well, little senior brother, I'll leave first."

After Zheng Fang finished speaking, he left.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and felt that since Elder Zheng was going back to his clan, it would be better to send him off sooner rather than later.

In case something happened at the last moment and other things were delayed, he would miss Senior Zheng.

So at noon, he went to visit Elder Zheng.

Elder Zheng temporarily rented a cave in Taixu City.

When Mo Hua arrived, Elder Zheng was packing his things. When he saw Mo Hua coming, he looked happy and quickly ordered the boy to serve tea. The two of them drank tea and chatted in the courtyard of the cave.

"Senior Zheng, are you going back to your clan?" Mo Hua took a sip of tea and asked in a low voice.

"Yes," Elder Zheng sighed, "I have been stranded for a long time. There have been some situations in the clan recently. I must go back before the New Year." "

The ink painting looks a little lonely.

Elder Zheng was an upright person, knowledgeable about formations, and he was also very kind to him. Whenever he asked for advice, Elder Zheng answered everything he asked. He was an admirable senior.

Now that he has left like this, Mo Hua is very reluctant to leave.

Elder Zheng also looked at the ink paintings silently, sighing in his heart.

He did not expect that after so many years of teaching in the Qian Dao Sect, he had never met a disciple he truly admired.

As a result, he resigned as an elder and wanted to return to the clan, but he met Mo Hua, a child.

If he had known this, he should have gone to Taixu Sect to become an elder.

In this way, he can legitimately become the "elder" of Mo Hua and teach him the knowledge of formations.

Elder Zheng felt sorry.

He took another deep look at Mo Hua, but as he looked at it, Elder Zheng suddenly felt comfortable and frowned.

Although he was covered by the Taixu Liangyi Lock, Mo Hua's aura was somewhat obscure, but as an Ascension Realm Master, he could still vaguely sense that Mo Hua's consciousness was much stronger than before - ”—

"Has your spiritual consciousness become stronger again?"

"It's impossible..."

"The peak of the nineteen lines, if it is a little stronger, then what about the twenty-mark golden elixir? To build the foundation and form the elixir with divine thoughts?"

Elder Zheng shook his head, feeling ridiculous himself.

He took out several jade slips that he had prepared long ago from his storage bag.

"I recorded some basic Yuan magnetism and advanced thunder magnetism formation knowledge in the jade slips.

If you want to study further in the future, you can take a look at it. "

"In addition, I have also compiled some formation diagrams. These formation diagrams should be somewhat different from your Taixu Sect's inheritance. You can use them as a reference."

"In addition, there are some formation experiences——"

Elder Zheng handed these things to Mo Hua one by one.

Mo Hua looked at these jade slips and classics and felt extremely grateful.

Elder Zheng taught Chun Chun again:

"The road is long and the way of formation is endless. You must study diligently and persevere. There is no shortcut to the way of formation. Persistence is the only way. Only by persisting and never giving up can you go a long way————"

These seemingly ordinary instructions are the most irrefutable truths accumulated after experiencing the vicissitudes of cultivation and the experience of life.

"Also, if you have the opportunity in the future, go to Zhenzhou and come to my Zheng family————" said Elder Zheng.

"Well!" Mo Hua nodded seriously, "Junior will remember it!"

A smile appeared on Elder Zheng's serious face.

After that, he combined his own experience and told Mo Hua about some formations, cultivation, taboos in cultivation, and the troubles that might be encountered in the future when walking in the cultivation world.

Elder Zheng spoke carefully and Mo Hua listened carefully. Unknowingly, half a day passed in a flash.

The sun gradually set, and the sunset filled the sky.

Seeing that it was getting late, Elder Zheng said goodbye to Mo Hua with some regret.

Mo Hua also knew that it was time for him to leave.

But when he was about to leave, Elder Zheng suddenly called him, his expression was a little serious, and he seemed to be hesitating in his heart whether to tell him or not.

Maybe he thought that if he didn't tell Mo Hua now, he might not have the chance to tell him in the future.

Elder Zheng slowly made up his mind, and then waved his hand to open the formation. The light spread, closing the entire cave and blocking all sight and hearing.

"Mo Hua," Elder Zheng said seriously, "After you listen to what I say next, don't tell anyone, and don't mention it to others easily."

Mo Hua was stunned, and then nodded solemnly.

Elder Zheng nodded, and then slowly asked:

"Have you heard of the Great Demon Palace?"