Asking about longevity

After recuperating the ink painting for a few days, I felt that there was nothing serious, so I went to visit Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang is leaving.

Mo Hua had previously thought about learning spiritual calculations well and giving Mr. Zhuang a surprise.

Now it seems that this "surprise" may be a little too big...

But Mr. Zhuang didn't seem to care and didn't even ask.

Mo Hua was a little confused and asked:

"Sir, don't you ask what happened?"

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and shook his head slightly:

"If I know, I know even if you don't tell me. If I don't know, you don't have to tell me. At the same time, don't tell anyone. Don't let anyone know."

Mo Hua was slightly startled and nodded.

Mr. Zhuang told him again:

"The calculation of divine consciousness can be used, but it must be kept low-key so that no one can see it. If it is seen, find a way to hide it..."

"As for the disintegration of the formation, never use it again!"

Mr. Zhuang's tone was quite solemn.

Mo Hua hesitated a little and whispered:

"Then what if...we have no choice but to use it?"

After all, he doesn't know what dangers he will encounter in the future. If a disaster strikes, he can't just sit back and wait for death.

"If it must be used..." Mr. Zhuang said lightly, "then make sure that no one knows about it after using it."

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and nodded again.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and his expression softened:

"These things are not something you should learn at this level. Once people know about it, they will definitely attract people to covet you and make you angry."

Especially the formation disintegration.

This inheritance is the top secret among top secrets.

Mr. Zhuang sighed.

When he taught Mo Hua spiritual calculation, he just wanted to give him a first glimpse of the door and help him understand the formation, but he didn't expect that he would even disintegrate the entire formation...

This was something he never expected.

The formation collapsed...

Even thinking about it now, Mr. Zhuang still feels a little palpitated.

Mr. Zhuang knows that ink painting must have some special opportunities, and he has already noticed it, and this opportunity may be greater than he thought.

But Mr. Zhuang didn't want to go into details.

Every monk has his own destiny, not to mention, this young monk who has destiny is still his disciple.

Mr. Zhuang wanted to keep the ink painting a secret.

The best way to keep a secret is to not know the secret yourself.

Human consciousness is elusive and elusive.

But no matter how false the spiritual consciousness is, there are always traces to follow.

As long as you know it, someone will definitely find out the clues.

So the best way is to know nothing from the beginning.

There is nothing there, so where is the dust?

Mo Hua originally wanted to tell Mr. Zhuang about the thunder and formation pattern, but since Mr. Zhuang said so, it's better not to say it now.

Mo Hua remembered something again and asked:

"Sir, are you about to leave..."

After all, the formation has been learned by oneself, and the matter of Feng Xi has been resolved. Mr. Zhuang seems to have no reason to stay...

Moreover, Mr. Zhuang's breath is getting worse day by day.

Although on the surface, his appearance and demeanor are still the same as before, there is no change.

However, Mo Hua was very thoughtful, and after staying with Mr. Zhuang for a long time, he could vaguely notice that Mr. Zhuang's aura seemed to be gradually fading.

It's an amazing feeling.

It was as if Mr. Zhuang's existence itself was gradually dissipating.

Mr. Zhuang sighed slightly: "Yes."

"Then can I see you again in the future?"

Mo Hua said a little disappointed.

Seeing the reluctance in Mo Hua's eyes, Mr. Zhuang seemed to have made up his mind. His tone was gentle but firm:

"We can meet..."

…

After Mo Hua left, the figure of the old man appeared, looked at Mr. Zhuang and frowned:

"Don't do unnecessary things."

"What do you mean by unnecessary things?"

The old man said displeasedly, "You know it well, why do you need me to say it?"

Mr. Zhuang was silent. After a moment, his eyes brightened slightly and he said:

"I want... to be my personal disciple in collecting ink paintings."

As expected, the old man thought so, and his tone became even more unkind:

"If you want to die yourself, don't drag this child down. His family background is small and he cannot be involved in such a big cause and effect."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "No, he has great luck!"

The old man frowned.

Mr. Zhuang recalled the scene in Daheishan and said:

"The great formation disintegrates and is born, and the calamity thunder descends without death. This is great luck!"

The old man said angrily: "That bullshit great luck, he calculated his life by himself, and Jie Lei wouldn't kill him in the first place. These things have their own causes and effects and have nothing to do with the illusory luck.

When it comes to luck, it's okay to deceive uninformed monks, but it's a bit far-fetched to deceive an old man.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang couldn't fool the old man, he said:

"That doesn't mean you are lucky, but at least you have a Taoist heart. Although you are young, your Taoist heart is grand and persevering."

The puppet master did not refute this point, he just sighed and asked:

"Have you really thought about it?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

"There is no good cause and effect on you." Puppet Lao reminded him.

It’s not that there are no good causes and effects, but… they are all bad causes and consequences…

Mr. Zhuang felt bitter in his heart and sighed slightly, then looked far away and said:

"So we have to find a way... to keep him away from these karma."

…

Under the big locust tree, Mo Hua was sharing food with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

Exquisite pastries, snacks, various flavors of meat and wine were placed in front of the three of them.

Liu Ruhua felt sorry for Mo Hua and made these for him with his own hands.

Mo Hua couldn't finish it by himself, so he gave some to Dahu and the others, and brought the rest to Zi Sheng and Zi Xi to eat together.

After all, Mr. Zhuang is about to leave, and they, the three registered disciples, are about to part ways.

After getting along for so long, Mo Hua is still a little reluctant to let go.

Bai Zisheng was enjoying his meal. Suddenly he remembered something and asked Mo Hua:

"If you are injured, will Aunt Liu prepare delicious food for you?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Of course."

Bai Zisheng was a little envious, and Bai Zixi's eyes also showed a hint of envy.

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Can't your mother make something for you to eat?"

Bai Zisheng sighed, "I have grown up so big, let alone food, my mother has never boiled even a glass of water for me to drink..."

Mo Hua was a little curious, "What are your mothers like?"

He rarely heard Bai Zisheng mention his mother.

"Very beautiful!" Bai Zisheng said, and then muttered, "She is cold and very strict with me and Zixi."

Mo Hua nodded silently.

Zisheng and Zixi are both very good-looking, and their mother is naturally very beautiful too.

Moreover, both of them have excellent talents and qualifications and come from aristocratic families, so it is understandable that they have strict requirements...

But why is the attitude so cold?

Generally speaking, if you have such a child, the parents will probably be scared to hold it in their hands. It is too late to be happy, so how can they be cold...

Mo Hua couldn't understand and asked again: "What about your father?"

These words seemed to hit Bai Zisheng's pain point. His expression changed, and then he said coldly: "I don't have a father!"

Mo Hua nodded, "If you don't have a father, you don't have a father."

Bai Zisheng was startled and asked instead: "How can a person not have a father?"

"Didn't you say you don't have a father?"

"This is angry talk!"

"What's the truth like?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Bai Zisheng sighed: "I don't know who my father is, my mother doesn't tell me, and everyone else in the family also keeps it secret."

"I guess he is either dead or his identity is unknown..."

"The affairs of your family are really complicated..."

Bai Zisheng sighed and said enviously: "It's better for you."

Mo Hua didn't quite understand, "Where is the best place?"

Bai Zisheng shook his head, "It's nothing."

Bai Zixi also looked at the ink paintings silently, without speaking, but the envy in her autumn-like eyes became even stronger.

After that, the three of them put down their thoughts, ate and drank, practiced their homework for a while, and then went home.

…

Life in Tongxian City was as peaceful as water, but Tianshu Pavilion in Daoting caused waves.

The old man in the high pavilion of Tianshu Pavilion, who is also the pavilion elder of Tianshu Pavilion, is holding a jade slip in his hand, looking at the content on it, his brows are forming the word "Chuan".

What is written on the jade slip is the follow-up to the Taoist evil in Tongxian City:

To the north of Lizhou, on the border of the second-grade Black Mountain state, is Tongxian City.

A Taoist evildoer was born in the form of a great demon named Feng Xi.

Appendix: A local monk built a five-element demon-slaying formation (note: one grade and eleven lines). Later, the formation collapsed, triggering thunder and lightning from heaven, and Feng Xi died...

Mr. Ge could understand every sentence, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand it.

How can we build the Five Elements Demon-Slaying Formation?

Is this formation so easy to build? Was it built as soon as it was said to be built?

Who built them? Who is the main formation division?

"The disintegration of the great formation"...

Why did the formation collapse again?

Is disintegration something that ordinary formation masters can do?

What's more, the disintegration of an entire formation... Could this be the method of an ordinary formation master?

Not to mention "Heavenly Tribulation Thunder".

Who triggered this thunder? What else do you want to erase?

"Feng Xi's death", which was originally the most surprising thing, is now the least surprising...

Under the restrictions of the laws of heaven, it is basically impossible to kill evildoers. Even if they can be killed, it will only be in the state boundaries where some aristocratic families are located.

It is unbelievable that a low-level fairy city like Tongxian City can work together to kill Dao Ni...

But in the face of such events as "building the formation", "disintegrating the formation", and "causing thunder", Feng Xi's death seemed to be a matter of course...

This jade slip is concise and concise.

The elder of the pavilion had previously asked Tianshu Pavilion's documents to be as concise as possible and not to talk nonsense.

But now, he feels that the document is too concise, making it difficult for him to understand...

Mr. Ge couldn't help but sigh.

"A Feng Xi... why are you so exaggerated..."

Just listening to it makes people sweat.

Especially the Tribulation Thunder, even if they were in this realm, their expressions would change upon hearing it, they would die if they touched it, and they would like to avoid it.

It's too much fun to trigger the tribulation thunder...

Mr. Ge shook his head slightly, frowned in thought, and after much deliberation, there was only one explanation:

The boy named Zhuang took action.

Otherwise, who can build the great formation, and who can make it collapse?

I just don’t know whether he died after triggering the thunder, or whether it was a human being or a puppet...

Mr. Ge immediately became confused.

When did the boy named Zhuang become so enthusiastic?

It's just a small fairy city.

There are not even tens of millions in a small fairy city like Xiujie, but there are millions. Why is he so concerned about it?

Could it be that... there is some reason that I don't know about?

The elder Ge looked through the jade slips again, and at the end of the jade slips, he saw another line of small words:

"Sealing the flesh and blood, cultivating demons in the Taoist heart, and suspecting the treacherous Taoists are causing trouble..."

Mr. Ge took a deep breath, raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes slightly condensed, and he murmured in a low voice:

"It's troublesome..."

Thank you Shuyouhan Baby Big Shark, 20220812183836149, and No Harm 2021 for your reward~

Something delayed me, so I'm a little late. Sorry.