Asking about longevity

Mo Hua doesn't know anything about cause and effect and fate.

He only remembers one sentence:

The Taoist heart is firm and immune to all evil.

As long as you concentrate on learning the formations, understand the Dao, have a tenacious Taoist mind, continue to hone your spiritual thoughts, enhance your spiritual thoughts to the extreme, have a thorough mind, and understand the principles of all things, then all evil spirits will not be afraid.

Mo Hua continued to practice and learn formations as usual.

But Dao Ni obviously refused to give up.

The evil shadow of the Corpse King would occasionally appear inexplicably in the sea of ​​consciousness, looking at the ink paintings with blood-red eyes and a cruel expression.

This kind of existence is completely different from the green-faced imp and the spiritual body of the Zhang family's ancestor.

It seems to exist, but it is nothing.

It's obviously true, but it's also false.

It's not like a real spiritual thought, as Mr. Zhuang said, it's more like a kind of causal thought that dwells in the past.

The evil shadow of the Corpse King appears repeatedly.

Mo Hua was a little surprised and worried at first, but then he remembered Mr. Zhuang's words:

"Just keep a normal mind, stick to the Taoist mind, don't worry, don't be afraid, don't even think about it..."

Ink painting doesn’t matter.

The corpse king in the sea of ​​consciousness is nothing more than a bronze corpse.

It's not like he has never killed a bronze corpse before.

The ancestors of the Zhang family were all "eaten" by him. Although they were outnumbered and outnumbered at that time, they were somewhat invincible, but it is different now.

The current self, at the peak of the thirteen lines of spiritual consciousness, is no longer what it used to be.

Even if they fight head-on, fighting alone, they can still subdue the bronze corpse that is the incarnation of the founder of the Zhang family.

Moreover, this corpse king had been controlled by himself using the Spiritual Pivot Formation.

Before "life", you are controlled by yourself.

Even after "death", I can't turn my palms out.

Mo Hua doesn't know much about cause and effect.

The ignorant are fearless.

It is precisely because of "ignorance" that one is "fearless".

And precisely because of his fearlessness, Mo Hua's spiritual thoughts were firm and powerful, and he did not take this corpse king with the aura of evil in his eyes.

The Corpse King roared.

Mo Hua frowned and said, "Don't bother me!"

The Corpse King was scolded by Mo Hua and trembled instinctively. Then he became angry and angry, with a ferocious look in his eyes. However, it was helpless and could only growl again and retreat unwillingly...

Every now and then, the Corpse King appears in Mo Hua's mind.

But Mo Hua ignored it at all, even showed disdain, and occasionally told him to get out.

The Corpse King could only show a fierce look in his eyes and lay dormant secretly.

From now on, the Corpse King appears less and less...

The sea of ​​consciousness in ink painting has also become much purer.

But what he didn't know was that his fate was much more dangerous...

…

Something happened in Nanyue City, the Corpse King was executed, Lu Chengyun died, the Lingshu Formation was learned, and it was time to leave.

Before leaving, Mo Hua placed the ashes of the elders of the Xiaolingyin Sect into gold-inlaid black jade urns and handed them to Yan Jiaoxi.

Yan Jiaoxi held the ashes with an excited expression.

Then he felt a little sad and guilty, "This disciple is incompetent, so that the senior elders of the sect suffered this bad fate..."

Yan Jiaoxi's eyes were red, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he could not calm down for a long time.

The anger, confusion, hard work, loneliness and depression of these years are all boiling in my chest.

Bring the traitors to justice and recover the sect's inherited formation.

He had been thinking about these things day and night for so many years.

But he never imagined that one day his dream would come true.

Yan Jiaoxi looked at the ink painting again, feeling both gratitude and self-blame, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Thanks to you for this..."

Track down the traitor, find out his identity, destroy his plan, make him pay with blood, comfort the master, and the spirits in heaven of the predecessors of Xiaolingyin Sect...

This is what I should have done.

In the end, it was all thanks to ink painting that the grudge was settled.

And this incident also involved the Lu family, the Corpse Mine, the Corpse King, and even the Dao Ting, which had to send Dao soldiers to suppress it.

Mo Hua didn't say how dangerous it was, but he could guess it.

These dangers should have been borne by myself...

But they all fell on Mo Hua.

I did almost nothing.

Yan Jiaoxi felt ashamed for a moment, "As a teacher, I am really ashamed of myself..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "Teacher, you have already done a lot."

Yan Jiaoxi was startled and said with a warm and wry smile:

"You don't have to comfort me..."

But Mo Hua shook his head and said: "It's not comfort. Master told me that everything in this world has its own cause and effect. Every drink and every peck has its own laws."

"Lu Chengyun fell down and executed, and the corpse disaster subsided. This is the good result that you can only achieve by planting good karma."

As soon as Mo Hua heard some superficial knowledge about cause and effect from Mr. Zhuang, he started to learn and sell it to Yan Jiaoxi.

Yan Jiaoxi frowned, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Of course it does matter!"

Mo Hua plausibly explained:

"Without your enlightenment, I may not have embarked on the path of formation; without your recommendation, I would not have become a teacher of Mr. Zhuang; without having Mr. Zhuang as my teacher, I would not have been able to learn formations so well, nor would I have known how to learn formations so well." Traveling everywhere, looking for formations.”

"And I came to Nanyue City not only to find the formation, but also to find you."

"If you are not in Nanyue City, I will not come."

"With your clues, we can step by step, peel off the cocoons and find out more about Zhang Quan, the zombie village, the corpse mine, and the conspiracy of Lu Chengyun and the Corpse King..."

"In the end, we were able to kill Lu Chengyun, subdue the Corpse King, quell the corpse crisis, and regain the stolen inheritance of Xiaolingyin Sect."

"And Lu Chengyun was killed by the Corpse King, who was controlled by the Lingshu Formation."

"So, Lu Chengyun can be regarded as dying under the inheritance of Xiaolingyin Sect."

"This pile, piece by piece, is a cycle of cause and effect."

"Without you adhering to the concept, inheriting the formation, and planting good karma, none of this would have happened, and the corpse mine incident would not have the results it has today..."

Yan Jiaoxi was in a daze and was stunned for a long time.

Good causes and good results...

After a long time, he laughed and said:

"You kid, you've been able to talk since you were a child."

The key point is that these words are reasonable and well-founded, making him unable to argue.

To put it this way, it is indeed because at the beginning, I valued the child Mo Hua, taught him formations, and gave him a chance. Now he can help me so much and settle the old grudge of Xiaolingyin Sect for me.

In this way, it seems that I have accomplished nothing?

Yan Jiaoxi felt a little emotional, looking at the sincere ink painting, his eyes were full of joy.

I couldn't bear to let my talent in Mo Hua be buried. Perhaps this was the most correct thing I did in my life...

Yan Jiaoxi felt that the knot in his heart over the years was finally slowly untied.

His brows furrowed.

But what followed was empty loss.

Lu Chengyun died, his revenge was avenged, and his wish was fulfilled.

He suddenly didn't know what he was going to do.

Revenge has become his obsession and the motivation for him to live for so many years. Now that the great revenge has been avenged, he suddenly feels a little confused.

Mo Hua understood something, his eyes brightened slightly, and he asked in a low voice:

"Teacher, how do you want to place the ashes of these seniors of Xiaolingyin Sect?"

Yan Jiaoxi was startled, then thought for a moment and sighed:

"The Xiaolingyin Sect is gone, and the mountain gate has been sold, and we can't go back... I plan to find a place to build a mausoleum to house these seniors, and to pay tribute during the holidays..."

And I just happened to live the rest of my life in an ordinary way.

Mo Hua asked again:

"Where are you buried?"

"this……"

Yan Jiaoxi was a little hesitant. He had not yet decided where to bury him.

These days, it is not easy to find a good piece of land, and it will cost a lot of spiritual stones.

"How about being buried in Tongxian City?" Mo Hua said.

"Tongxian City?" Yan Jiaoxi was a little surprised.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, patted his chest, and said confidently:

"I know Tongxian City very well. Chief Zhou, Elder Yu, Mr. An, and Master Luo... I have some friendship with all the respectable monks..."

"I'll write a letter for you to take back and explain the whole story, and they will help you."

"When the time comes, you can bury the seniors of Xiaolingyin Sect wherever you want."

Yan Jiaoxi was stunned.

Can a letter help me?

Don’t you have some friendship? Your friendship has gone too far...

But that's not right.

I remember correctly, monks such as Chief Zhou, Elder Yu, and Mr. An are not only foundation-building monks, but also have very high status in Tongxian City.

Master Luo is a senior first-grade formation master...

How did Mo Hua become familiar with them?

Even if he is a young and promising first-grade formation master, his network of contacts is not so wide...

Yan Jiaoxi was a little stunned.

What happened to Tongxian City in the two or three years since he left?

Mo Hua, this kid, has such a big reputation now?

"Teach?" Mo Hua shouted.

Yan Jiaoxi came to his senses.

"What do you think?" Mo Hua asked.

Yan Jiaoxi hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Tongxian City, the mountains are not rich, right? This..."

The ink painting sold off and said:

"Don't worry, Tongxian City is no longer what it used to be. You will know when you go back."

Yan Jiaoxi was a little confused, but he didn't ask in detail.

Under the current circumstances, placing these seniors of Xiaolingyin Sect in Tongxian City is already the best choice.

"Okay." Yan Jiaoxi nodded.

Mo Hua looked happy, and then asked: "Teacher, do you want to rebuild the Xiaolingyin Sect?"

Rebuilding... Xiaolingyin Sect?

Yan Jiaoxi's heart trembled, he turned his head and looked at the ink painting in disbelief.

Mo Hua said: "Of course, this kind of thing cannot be rushed. We can do it step by step..."

"When you return to Tongxian City, you can teach casual cultivators the formation method first. When there are more disciples learning the formation method, you can then slowly build the mountain gate..."

"Elder Yu will definitely be willing to help you with this kind of thing."

"There will be no problem with Daotingsi."

"On the formation master's side, Master Luo and Elder Qian will also support you..."

"It just takes time. It may take a little longer. After all, building a sect is a matter of building a sect. It cannot be accomplished overnight. It requires long-term persistence and even the efforts of several generations..."

"..."

The ink painting explains everything clearly.

Yan Jiaoxi felt excited for a moment, but he was still a little hesitant. He obviously had many concerns and didn't know how to make a decision.

Mo Hua said in a deep voice:

"Rebuild the Xiaolingyin Sect, inherit the formation, and carry it forward. These elders of the Xiaolingyin Sect will have more disciples to worship them in the future..."

Inherit the formation, carry it forward, and have more disciples worship...

Yan Jiaoxi's heart beat violently.

In his eyes, the confusion dissipated, and hope and desire arose again.

The words of ink painting are all here.

He knew that Yan Jiaoxi had already made a decision, and he didn't need to say anything else about what happened next.

Strictly teaching and respecting teachers, he values ​​the inheritance of formations very seriously.

For so many years, he has never given up on tracking down a traitor like Lu Chengyun. Now that the opportunity to revitalize the sect and inherit the formation is right in front of him, Yan Jiaoxi will not give up.

No matter how difficult it is, he will find a way to overcome it.

A few days later, Yan Jiaoxi set off.

He wanted to return to Tongxian City and choose a beautiful place to bury the ancestors of the Xiaolingyin Sect.

At the same time, the idea of ​​rebuilding the Xiaolingyin Sect and inheriting the formation gradually took root in his mind.

Mo Hua sent a lot of formation books, as well as some of his own formation experience.

The formation diagrams and ink paintings of the Lingshu Formation were also dismantled one by one, from simple to complex, from shallow to deep, with clear notes.

It is both convenient to learn and teach.

This array diagram was also handed over to Yan Jiaoxi.

Yan Jiaoxi took it solemnly, his hands trembling a little.

In addition, Mo Hua also sent some special products from Nanyue City, dry food on the road, and some poison-avoiding pills, miasma-preventing pills, demon-expelling pills and other elixirs for evasion.

Mo Hua has been sending Yan Jiaoxi outside the city.

Along the way, Mo Hua’s little mouth chattered endlessly and kept telling:

"You need to order something first..."

"After finalizing the product, things will be much easier."

"Tongxian City has a large number of people, so the ordering will be smoother. The Daoting Division also has a special car to pick up and drop off..."

"If you decide to have a good product, you should first find a way to build the foundation. It doesn't matter if you get some spiritual stones on credit... Just ask Yu... No, Elder Yu is relatively poor. You ask Mr. An. The An family is very rich. Their young master is also called An Xiaofu is also familiar with me..."

"Once you become a foundation-building monk and your spiritual consciousness reaches the twelve lines, you can learn the Spiritual Piercing Formation."

"Learn little by little, don't rush, start from the simplest and go step by step..."

…

Yan Jiaoxi was a little bit dumbfounded, but he also felt warm in his heart.

The words of ink painting benefited him a lot.

As a teacher, he now has to learn formations from his disciples...

Yan Jiaoxi was filled with emotion and relief.

After Mo Hua finished talking about the formation, he started talking about other things:

"Go back and say hello to my parents for me..."

"Just say that everything is fine with me. I eat well, drink well, sleep well, and am well fed. I also learned the formations very well. I haven't encountered any danger. They don't have to worry..."

"There are also Elder Yu, Grandpa Feng, Master Chen, the uncles and uncles of the demon hunters..."

"And Dahu Dazhu and the others..."

"Please ask for me too..."

Mo Hua talked about a bunch of people in one breath.

"Okay, please slow down..."

Yan Jiaoxi could hardly remember it anymore, and he sighed in his heart, is this kid so popular...

Unknowingly, the two of them arrived at the city gate.

I have to say goodbye after a long journey, and ink painting also needs to say goodbye to Yan Jiaoxi.

When it was time to say goodbye, I didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was a bit silent for a while.

Mo Hua's eyes flickered, a little reluctant to give up.

Yan Jiaoxi looked deeply at the ink painting, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of the ink painting in his heart.

After a while, he patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and said with hope:

"Study well!"

"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded.

Yan Jiaoxi waved his hand and said warmly:

"Okay, go back, I'm leaving."

He picked up his luggage, set foot on the mountain road, and left Nanyue City. He only occasionally looked back. When he saw Mo Hua still standing at the city gate, he waved his hand to signal Mo Hua to go back. After walking a few steps, he turned back and waved...

The mountains and fields are vast.

Yan Jiaoxi's figure gradually moved away and disappeared among the rugged mountains.

Mo Hua looked solemn, looked at the mountains in the distance, and bowed deeply...

It was just like that time when he and Yan Jiaoxi said goodbye at the foot of Tongxian City.

…

Yan Jiaoxi bid farewell to ink painting, left Nanyue City, and walked northwest alone along the mountain road. Passing several mountain peaks, he saw several connected mines.

There is a huge mine shaft in the mine.

At this time, the mine was being mined, and the noise was a bit lively.

Although the mine repairmen in the mine worked hard, the bitterness, depression, and pain were no longer on their faces.

On the contrary, it gave me more hope.

As long as you rely on your own efforts, you can hope to live a better life.

This was completely different from the scene he saw when he came.

Yan Jiaoxi recalled what Mo Hua said about planting good causes and reaping good results.

Can mining be considered a kind of good deed?

If I had not cultivated good karma back then, would the mines today still be the same as before, with people living like zombies during the day, and zombies living like humans at night, working like humans?

Maybe I won't be able to see the scene in front of me...

Yan Jiaoxi was somewhat relieved.

"Yeah, I don't count either. I've accomplished nothing..."

My ability is indeed limited and I cannot help many people.

Without access to the Dharma, evil people cannot be killed.

His formation ability is average, he doesn't know any advanced formations, and he can't build large formations.

If you can do it yourself, you just have to pass on the formation.

Let people who are talented in formations not waste time.

Let those who have the ability to benefit others not be buried.

As long as there are multiple good causes, more good fruits will naturally be produced...

When he thought of this, Yan Jiaoxi's eyes suddenly widened.

My lifespan is limited, but there are still many things I can do!

He turned back and glanced in the direction of Nanyue City.

Hidden by the mountains, he could no longer see the ink painting in front of the city gate.

But the figure of the ink painting was still imprinted in his mind.

This is the first and only young monk who, in the realm of Qi refining, can learn the first-grade twelve-line spirit pivot formation of the Xiaolingyin Sect.

I wonder what achievements this child will have in the future...

Yan Jiaoxi's eyes were full of hope.

…

In Nanyue City, a few days later.

Yan Jiaoxi left, and so did Mo Hua.

He had already said goodbye to Elder Su, Situ Fang, Qing Lan, Yang Jishan and others.

Elder Su was very reluctant to give up.

He still liked Mo Hua very much and gave Mo Hua a bunch of good tea.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "You gave me so much?"

"Yeah." Elder Su said sadly: "You can take them all. It's pointless for me to drink them alone after you leave. These good teas are also weak in taste."

Mo Hua nodded and said, "It's better to drink less tea and spend more time on your son."

Elder Su blushed, "What son?"

Mo Hua looked at him silently.

Elder Su smiled and then sighed:

"It's hard to look back on the past, and they are all here to collect debts."

But there was still a bit of pity in his eyes.

Situ Fang and Qinglan also gave some things to Mo Hua and invited:

"I must be a guest at Situ's house when I have time, so that I can show my friendship as a landlord."

Mo Hua said: "Definitely."

Yang Jishan felt a little regretful.

What a talent.

It would be great if I could enter the Dao Military Division!

The Yang family all have the same ideas.

At the same time, he also said something similar to Yang Jiyong:

"If you want to join the Taoist Army in the future, give me the name of the Yang family, and we will protect you!"

Mo Hua smiled and thanked: "Thank you, Uncle Yang!"

When everything was ready, Mo Hua, his junior senior brother and junior senior sister, as well as Mr. Puppet and Mr. Zhuang, sat in the car pulled by Dabai and set foot on the new road with the sound of horse hooves ticking.

The road is rough, but the car is stable and stable.

Mo Hua asked: "Master, where should we go next?"

"All the way south."

"southward?"

"Yeah." Mr. Zhuang nodded, "That's almost it."

He looked at the ink painting with a distant look:

"It's time to build your foundation..."

Thanks to Yunze Hanfeng, PYHuang, and Qingfeng Yeranmingyuechou for the tips~