Asking about longevity

After saying goodbye to Master Luo, Mo Hua felt relieved.

Cultivation makes monks strong, but it does not produce anything and cannot make more monks rich.

Only formations can make casual cultivators live a better life.

Among the casual cultivators in Tongxian City, only Mo Hua knows the formations. Once he leaves, no one will draw the formations for the casual cultivators. After a few years or more than ten years, the life of the casual cultivators may return to hardship.

Be self-reliant and have enough food and clothing.

Only in casual cultivation, there are more formation masters who know formations.

These formation masters are also determined to learn formation techniques and benefit casual cultivators.

Only in this way can the situation of casual cultivators be truly improved.

No matter how powerful the ink painting formation is, it's just one person and can only change it for a while.

But the inheritance of the formation can be passed down to many people.

It is passed down from generation to generation and changes the lives of casual cultivators for a long time.

Mo Hua didn't want Tongxian City to return to its previous situation of "loose cultivators without formation masters" after he left. He hoped that when he came back, more casual cultivators would learn the formations and everyone would live a better life.

After the inheritance of the formation is resolved, Mo Hua still has to say goodbye to many acquaintances.

The first is Commander Yang.

The mission of the Dao Bing Division was completed, the big demon was suppressed, and it was time for him to go back and deliver.

Before leaving, Commander Yang patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and gave many instructions:

"If you want to join the Taoist Army, you must come to me. No matter what happens, our Yang family will protect you!"

"If you don't want to join the Taoist Army, you must be firm in your Taoism, act cautiously, and don't go astray, let alone fall into the devil's path..."

Commander Yang had seen and experienced the horror of the Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation at close range.

In his life, he had never seen a trapping and killing formation with such a powerful killing spirit.

Not to mention the frightening phenomena caused by the self-destruction of the formation behind and the sudden change in spiritual power.

The formation master's personal ability may not be strong, but once the formation is drawn and a large formation is built, he can truly master the power to change the world or destroy the world.

He didn't fully understand this until he saw Mo Hua.

I saw the trapping and killing formation under the ink painting, and the killing power produced by the self-destruction formation of the ink painting.

Only then did Commander Yang truly realize how powerful and terrifying the formation master was.

Therefore, he is really afraid of making mistakes in ink painting.

He is only thirteen years old now, and he can build a large formation on his own to trap and kill Feng Xi. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

Given time, I don’t know how far the formation level will reach.

If they really take the evil path and build a large formation to massacre the monks, it will definitely be a catastrophe for a city, a world, and even a state.

Commander Yang was very afraid of seeing that scene and couldn't bear to confront Mo Hua with his sword.

Mo Hua comforted him and said, "Uncle Yang, don't worry, I'm a serious monk and I won't do such bad things."

Things in the world are ever-changing, and who can say for sure what will happen in the future?

Commander Yang was still worried, but there was nothing he could do. His mission was completed and he could only leave now.

Before leaving, he also went to Mo Painter's restaurant and packed up more than fifty kilograms of beef to take away.

This was the first time he had eaten this kind of beef. He tasted it once when he went to the Ink Painter, and he couldn't forget it ever since, so he bought a lot of it before leaving and kept it for drinking on the way.

After that, the Taoist soldiers set off, and Commander Yang left along the Dahei Mountain.

Mo Hua waved his little hand and said goodbye to Commander Yang.

After Commander Yang left, Zhang Lan found Mo Hua and said he was leaving too.

Mo Hua asked: "Is it because you succeeded in building the foundation that you want to return to the family?"

Zhang Lan sighed, looking lonely, "Yes."

Mo Hua patted his shoulder and comforted:

"It's just a blind date. Don't be so resistant. If you meet the right one, it can be regarded as a kind of fate."

Zhang Lan's face darkened again, "What nonsense are you talking about? How old are you, is it appropriate to say such a thing?"

Mo Hua said seriously: "Although I am not old, I have heard a lot of things."

When he had time, he often went to Fushan Building to play with An Xiaofu.

An Xiaofu liked to listen to gossip, and then he would add some extra details, make up some stories, and ask storytellers to tell them in the dining room. The diners were full, the tables were full, and it was very popular.

Mo Hua also listened to a lot.

He most likes stories about slaying demons and bizarre stories.

Stories about marriage are not to Mo Hua's taste, but he is not picky about food either and will listen to whatever is available.

In the story, a young man from an aristocratic family like Zhang Lan was unwilling to go on a blind date, so he reluctantly went on a blind date. When he saw that the girl was pretty, he shamelessly pursued her again...

Mo Hua felt that Zhang Lan looked like someone who could do such a thing.

Zhang Lan had a headache hearing this.

"That's just what you said. It's just an exaggeration. It can't be taken seriously."

The ink painting plausibly said: "'When the fake is true, the truth is also false.' How do you know that what is said in the storybook is not the truth?"

"Okay..." Zhang Lan said helplessly.

Mo Hua was so sharp-tongued that he really couldn't speak to him.

However, Zhang Lan felt a little disappointed when he thought that once he left Tongxian City, there might not be interesting children like Mo Hua to quarrel and chat with.

Mo Hua comforted him: "Lands and rivers are bound to meet each other, and we may not be able to meet again in the future."

Zhang Lan thought about it and nodded: "You're right, we can see you again in the future if we are destined."

"In the future, if you pass through Kanzhou and arrive at the border of the Zhang family, you must come to the door and tell me my name, so that I can fulfill my friendship as a landlord and entertain you well."

Zhang Lan's expression was high and he said confidently.

Mo Hua whispered: "Uncle Zhang, do you have a high status in the clan?"

"It's not bad." Zhang Lan didn't elaborate, but just said: "As long as you come, I will definitely not treat you badly. I will treat you to delicious food."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he quickly agreed: "Okay!"

Zhang Lan couldn't help but smile when he saw this. Then he suddenly remembered something and lowered his voice and said:

"And the most important thing..."

Mo Hua looked slightly startled.

"Washing step..." Zhang Lan reminded.

Immediately he understood and said seriously in a low voice:

"You didn't teach me the passing water step. Don't worry, Uncle Zhang. No matter what, I won't give you away..."

Zhang Lan looked complicated.

Ink painting is tight-lipped, which is naturally a good thing.

But you use the word "contribution" as if we are collaborating and doing bad things...

It will take about two months for Zhang Lan to make the handover with Daotingsi.

During this period, when he was free, he would come to Mo Hua to drink and chat.

There was talk and laughter, but there was already a faint atmosphere of farewell.

…

In addition, Mo Hua took time out and went to see Xia Mo Guanshi.

It was from Guanshi Mo that Mo Hua earned his first amount of spiritual stones by drawing formations, and also took the first step towards becoming an formation master.

If it hadn't been for Mo Guanshi, Yan Jiaoxi might not have discovered his talent in formations, nor would he have introduced him to Mr. Zhuang. He would not have become Mr. Zhuang's registered disciple, and now he would not have worshiped Mr. Zhuang as his teacher. .

Guanshi Mo's business has improved a lot.

The old plaque in front of the door still has the words "Youyuanzhai", but the entire door and the decoration inside are all brand new.

Guanshi Mo looked more energetic.

When he saw Mo Hua, he was surprised and happy. He quickly welcomed Mo Hua into the house and poured Mo Hua a cup of tea.

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "Don't take care of things. There's no need to be so polite."

"You are a distinguished guest now, so you should have the proper etiquette."

Manager Mo looked at Mo Hua sitting and drinking tea and sighed in his heart.

The little monk who used to pretend to be his elder brother and draw formations to earn spiritual stones has now become a famous formation master in the city.

He still remembered the first time Mo Hua came here, at a young age, standing under the counter with his little head exposed.

It seems that he hasn't grown up much now, and his appearance is still cute and cute, but his eyes and demeanor are completely different.

The aura around him was even more confusing to him.

When Guanshi Mo saw ink painting for the first time, he could only draw an open fire formation with three formations. Now two or three years later, he can already draw a first-class formation.

The gap between them is as huge as a chasm.

He didn't even know how he learned ink painting.

Manager Mo shook his head, amazed in his heart.

After a while, he remembered something, stood up, took out a crimson food box from the counter, and placed it in front of the ink painting.

There are various exquisite snacks in the food box.

"This is a gift from someone else. It is a very expensive snack. You can try it."

Mo Hua was not polite and took a sip. It was soft, glutinous and sweet. His eyes lit up and he said, "Thank you, steward!"

When Guanshi Mo saw that Mo Hua liked to eat, he also laughed.

This snack has never been given to me before.

Later, he came under the care of Master Luo, and some formation masters were willing to help draw formations for him. There were more formations in the store, and the number of customers gradually increased. As the business improved, the courtesy exchanges naturally became more valuable.

Master Luo would not help him for no reason, it should be for Mo Hua's sake.

He didn't say this, but he still understood it in his heart.

After the two drank tea, Guanshi Mo asked:

"You didn't come to me just for tea, right?"

Mo Hua swallowed the snack, took a sip of tea, nodded and said:

"I'm leaving Tongxian City and going out to travel."

Mo Guanshi was slightly startled, but not surprised.

When monks are young, they always go out to see the world, look for opportunities, see the vast mountains and rivers of this cultivation world, make friends with all kinds of monks, and look for some unknown inheritance...

It's just that it's a little early for Mo Hua to travel at this age.

But unusual monks do unusual things.

Mo Hua continued: "I came here first to see you and express my gratitude."

After all, if Mo Guangshi had not allowed him to draw formations to earn spirit stones, he might not be able to learn the formations now.

He also told Master Luo that he would take more care of Guanshi Mo's business in the future.

"Another thing," Mo Hua looked slightly condensed, "I would like to ask about the whereabouts of Yan Jiaoxi."

Manager Mo was a little surprised, but also a little relieved, "You still remember him..."

Mo Hua nodded.

Yan Jiaoxi had the gift of teaching and enlightenment to him, and he was able to become a disciple of Mr. Zhuang because of Yan Jiaoxi's recommendation.

returning a Favour many times more.

Now that he has achieved some success in the formation, within his ability, he naturally wants to inquire about the whereabouts of Yan Jiaoxi to see if there is anything that can help Yan Jiaoxi.

Manager Mo sighed in his heart: What a good boy.

He hesitated for a long time and finally told the truth:

"This matter is actually simple. Yan Jiaoxi and I are actually brothers in the same sect. He joined early and I joined late, and we had some friendship. However, because not long after I joined, the sect experienced changes and closed its doors. I didn't study for long, so This friendship isn’t too deep.”

"What happened?"

Manager Mo nodded and said melancholy: "Our master is an old formation master. He treats his disciples kindly, preaches and teaches, and does his best."

"But he didn't know who he was, and he accepted an ambitious disciple who coveted the sect's formation. He actually..."

Manager Mo took a sip of tea, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then continued:

"He actually committed murder, stole formations, betrayed his family and fled..."

"Our sect is originally a small sect with not many people. The people who become apprentices just want to learn some formations and make a living. Once the master dies, it will naturally fall apart and the entire sect will be gone..."

Mo Guanshi's expression was a bit bitter.

"What a scumbag among formation masters."

Mo Hua frowned when he heard this, a little angry, and asked:

"When Yan Jiaoxi left, he said he had personal matters to deal with. Is it to trace the whereabouts of this scum?"

"Yes." Mo Guanshi said with some emotion, "He started early and has a deep relationship with the master, so he has never been able to accept it. He not only wants to bring the traitor to justice to comfort the master's spirit in heaven, but also wants to take back the sect's formation. …”

Manager Mo looked at the ink painting, his eyes flashed, and he said slowly:

"That formation, called Lingshu Formation, is a first-grade...twelve-line formation that no formation master can learn!"