Asking about longevity

Nanyue City, in a quiet bamboo room.

Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes, his face turned pale, and he said helplessly:

"The disciple is too smart, which is also a trouble..."

"Once you are smart, you think a lot. If you don't pay attention, you will think of things that you shouldn't think of..."

The old man who was holding a piece of wood and carving a little tiger for Mo Hua was slightly startled when he heard this and frowned:

"Has it been counted again?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Almost." He sighed slightly, "Fortunately, that kid is smart..."

He knows how to use the Dao Yun of the earth to cover up his own Qi. Otherwise, if the person really sees his appearance, it will take a lot of trouble.

The old man thought for a moment and said silently:

"This kid, Mo Hua, hasn't been back for a long time..."

Mr. Zhuang's face turned slightly pale, but when he heard this, his eyebrows slightly raised and he smiled slightly:

"What, do you miss him?"

The puppet boss ignored him and silently peeled the little tiger in his hand.

Mo Hua came to him before and said that he might need a lot of little tigers and asked him to help carve some.

Now he has carved many little tigers, but his ink paintings are no longer in his home.

After a while, the old man sighed and said helplessly:

"I've finished eating the pine nuts, and no one is frying them for me."

Mr. Zhuang suggested:

"Why don't you let Zi Sheng fire it for you? He is my disciple and can be regarded as your junior. He should help you with this kind of thing."

The old man was a little disgusted, "The disciples of the Bai family can only use swords, guns, swords and halberds, but nothing else."

"There are quite a few things to pay attention to..." Mr. Zhuang shook his head.

The old man ignored him and only thought about when Mo Hua would come back.

But he didn't understand, so he asked Mr. Zhuang:

"How much longer?"

Mr. Zhuang pinched his fingers, glanced at the mine in the distance, his eyes moved slightly, and he said slowly:

"almost……"

Mr. Zhuang's eyes were somewhat profound.

"He has learned the formation."

"That thing is almost finished."

"The corpse air spreads, and the heaven is turbid."

"The disaster in Nanyue City this time is not small. It depends on how this child handles it..."

The old man nodded.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the mines outside the city again.

Above the mine are the miserable mine repairmen.

They know nothing and still work hard every day.

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "Every time there is a great calamity, it is always the lowest monks who suffer..."

"You're being sentimental again."

The old man's voice was dull.

Mr. Zhuang laughed at himself and said:

"I can't help it, I'm too old."

The old man looked at Mr. Zhuang, his eyes showing deep regret and melancholy.

He didn't say anything, but continued to carve the little tiger with his head down.

Knife after knife, the technique is skillful, sawdust falls, and the lines of the little tiger are natural.

In the bamboo room, it suddenly became quiet.

After a while, the puppet master suddenly said: "I will kill your senior brother."

Mr. Zhuang was startled.

"Kill him and you can live a few more years." The old man said in a cold voice.

Mr. Zhuang felt warm in his heart, and his elegant face revealed a smile.

"Thank you very much."

Then he said apologetically:

"You have helped me so much, but I don't have much time left, so I probably won't be able to help you anymore..."

The old man shook his head and said, "If you don't care about your master's feelings, I will send puppets all over the world to kill him. If you live for a few more decades, you may still be able to help me."

Mr. Zhuang was silent for a moment, shook his head and sighed:

"Can't be killed..."

The old man frowned, "Is it really so difficult to grow a devil in the heart of the Dao?"

Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "He entered the Demon Palace and became a Taoist. The Taoist name he inherited is 'Gui'. He inherited the spiritual thoughts and cultivated to a deep level, almost becoming a demon."

"He was very cautious before, and even Mr. Ge couldn't do anything to him."

"Now that he has achieved great success in cultivating demons in his Taoist heart, his spiritual thoughts follow a 'treacherous' path. He is full of tricks and tricks. He can no longer be killed simply by relying on his Taoist cultivation..."

The old man also fell silent, with unknown emotions hidden in his old eyes.

"How will you know if you don't kill me?"

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "You can kill him, and he will die, but who will die? No one knows whether he died in the end..."

The old man furrowed his brows and said, "Taoist demon cultivation is not considered the ultimate inheritance of the demon sect."

How could it be so terrible?

Mr. Zhuang looked dejected, "I'm not a Taoist demon, but my senior brother is a monk with a superb spiritual mind..."

"I don't know who else in this world can kill him..."

Mr. Zhuang looked helpless and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Mo Hua's innocent smiling face appeared in his mind.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, and then his eyes became dim. After thinking for a long time, he murmured:

"It's still early..."

"Don't be killed, just live well..."

…

The Lu Family Corpse Mine, among the Ten Thousand Corpses Altar.

It wasn't until he finished painting a thick earth formation, his consciousness became clear, and the strange aura disappeared, that Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I was filled with fear and cold sweat broke out on my back.

"It's so weird..."

I didn't read his name, didn't mention his Taoist number, I just thought about it deeply, and I was sensed by this Taoist, and even his figure appeared in my heart.

The body is also vaguely out of control.

Take the name of the law and take refuge in it.

What kind of method is this? Is it also a spiritual technique?

Mo Hua didn't dare to think about it further.

He hid these three words "deceitful person" deep in his heart, trying not to touch them or think deeply about them.

At the same time, the ink paintings are also a bit decadent.

He had previously thought that he had mastered the method of spiritual thought, and that he could kill everyone in a confrontation at the level of spiritual consciousness.

But he didn't expect that someone would notice him just by thinking about it.

But facing the mysterious shadow of the deceitful man, he actually felt that he had no way to deal with it and felt that he was unable to compete.

Mo Hua sighed:

"You still have to be cautious when practicing Taoism and don't be arrogant and complacent."

"Beyond the mountains there are mountains, and beyond the sky there is the sky."

"The methods of high-level monks are unbelievable and unbelievable. They are completely beyond the reach of a small Qi refiner like me."

“Don’t get carried away!”

Mo Hua warned himself silently several times, and then nodded.

Then he thought of another question:

This kind of shadow, if it is a spiritual means.

Then can I learn it in the future?

Cultivate the ultimate spiritual mind and realize the Tao with supreme divine consciousness.

Then can I be like this Taoist, with cunning methods that make people unable to guard against him?

Now I am still just refining my Qi, and my spiritual consciousness only has twelve lines.

But if one day in the future, my spiritual consciousness is strong enough and my spiritual thoughts are sufficient, will I be able to directly compete with this "phantom"?

If possible, then silently recite the name of the "Crooked Taoist" and lure his "Crooked Shadow" to come, right...

Can you "eat" it directly?

Will "eating" its shadow also increase spiritual awareness?

After refining, will you still be able to comprehend some spiritual skills?

…

The ink painting just had a thought, and suddenly the sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and the dry ink shadow of the Taoist appeared again.

Mo Hua was startled and quickly gathered his thoughts.

I thought silently in my heart: "I didn't think about anything, I didn't think about anything..."

I don’t know how long it took, but my consciousness became clear and the shadows disappeared.

Mo Hua was relieved.

Now he didn't dare to have any wishful thinking. Instead, he honestly forgot all the thoughts he had just now and continued to explore the formation and altar in front of him...

…

And in the distance, in the lonely mountain forest.

"Sun Yi" noticed something and was suddenly startled.

Then he sneered: "You still dare to come?"

"You think of my name in your heart, and you think I won't know about it?"

He sat down cross-legged, took a blood pill, and regained his energy. Then he was about to make calculations, but suddenly his heart trembled.

He felt a palpitation in his heart.

This palpitation appeared out of thin air and went away as quickly as it came.

It's as if the heavens are working in the dark, and some divine thoughts are arising.

It has set its sights on me, with ill intentions, and it seems that there is some "coveting" in it...

What's the meaning?

Who can and who dares to covet himself?

"Sun Yi" felt a little angry.

He wanted to work backwards.

But this spiritual thought is like a thought, extremely weak.

Just like a fishhook thrown into the water, it only makes a slight ripple, and then sinks to the quiet bottom of the water, dormant quietly.

The water surface calmed down without a trace.

It was as if someone had hidden this thought deep in his heart.

However, the laws of nature are constant, and all causes and effects are already silent and running silently...

"Sun Yi's" eyes were deep and empty, but finally they were no longer indifferent, but were stained with a layer of frost:

"who is it……"

The mountains are dead silent, and strange demonic sounds are heard.

After a long time, "Sun Yi" turned around and continued to walk in the original direction, but his voice was hoarse, with a hint of hatred and horror:

"Don't let me find you..."

"otherwise……"

Before he could finish his words, he was overwhelmed by the deep strangeness in the mountains.

Finally got out before twelve o'clock~