Asking about longevity

Can you learn it?

Mo Hua thought for a moment and shook his head.

No way...

The devil is planted in the heart of the Tao... As soon as you hear it, it is the magic method of the devil.

I am a serious monk, so I cannot take the wrong path and learn unorthodox demonic teachings.

What if you learn it, become obsessed with it, fall into the devil's path, and become a little devil...

"But if I can't learn, can I study it?"

Mo Hua then thought again.

He also remembered what his master had told him about the "deceitful people" on the night of separation:

"He has become possessed by a demon, and he is cultivating the art of 'deception'..."

"He has a cold heart, extremely powerful methods, and is also an extremely conceited person. However, he is proficient in the art of spiritual thoughts, and his use of divine consciousness is at its peak..."

"If you meet him in the future, you must be careful..."

…

Please be careful if you encounter it in the future...

Mo Hua frowned.

Does Master’s words have a deeper meaning?

Master, did he expect in advance, or calculated that he would encounter a treacherous person, so he told himself to be careful?

But how to guard against it?

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said uncertainly:

"Know yourself and know the enemy?"

Only by understanding the demons planted in the heart of the Tao can we guard against the demons planted in the heart of the Tao.

If you don't know anything about the "Tao Heart Seed Demon", you will fall into the trap of your "Master Uncle" in the future and become his puppet. You may not be able to control yourself, and you may not even know it.

Moreover, the master said that the trickster "uses his spiritual consciousness to reach the pinnacle..."

Even the master said that "reaching the pinnacle" means that the trickster's method of spiritual consciousness must be extremely proficient and terrifyingly powerful.

No matter what, you should take a good look at it and learn what you can learn.

As for the righteous way and the evil way...

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought carefully.

The so-called righteousness and the so-called demon are both a kind of "Tao" and the embodiment of the Great Dao.

Just like a formation.

The evil formation and the righteous formation seem to be distinct, but in essence, they all follow the basic principles and framework of the formation.

It's just that the righteous formation is intended to understand the way of heaven and the nature of the operation of spiritual power.

Evil formations are eager for quick success and instant benefits. In order to make the formation quick and pursue the power of the formation, they use human blood as ink, human bones as the pivot, skin and flesh as the medium, and the sea of ​​blood and air as the eyes.

Existence and non-existence arise from each other, difficulty and ease complement each other, good and evil contradict each other and prove each other.

Is this also the case with Taoist demons?

Learn its methods, understand its principles, and understand its ways.

Even if you can't use the method of "seeking demons from the heart of the Tao", you can still learn by analogy, understand the principles of using spiritual consciousness, and learn the methods of using spiritual consciousness.

At the very least, you can know yourself and your enemy, and beware of "Master Uncle" harming you in the future.

However, we must stick to the Taoist heart and not lose our original intention.

It is easy to go from good to evil, but it is difficult to correct from evil...

Mo Hua couldn't help but nodded.

Don't be bewitched by the "Taoist demon".

Don't become a little devil!

Mo Hua made up his mind, and then started to follow the trickster, poking his little head, and peeking at how the trickster used "the devil in the heart of the Tao" to play with people's hearts and kill monks...

The deceitful Taoist acts unscrupulously, killing all around, and uses the Taoist heart to plant demons frequently.

After reading a lot of ink paintings, combined with my understanding of spiritual consciousness and my experience of killing with spiritual thoughts, I have a general understanding of the demons planted in the heart of the Tao.

This is a demonic spiritual thought method that sounds ordinary, looks weird, is scary when you think about it, but is cold and cruel when actually used, and is almost incomprehensible.

The blood hurts the skin.

Spiritual energy damages the meridians.

But the devil in the Taoist heart hurts the consciousness itself.

It is to turn one's own spiritual consciousness into demonic thoughts. After differentiation, it spreads and resides in the sea of ​​consciousness of others like a plague.

It's similar to the sneakiness in the visualization picture, but much stronger.

Sneaky and parasitic, eating away at the sea of ​​consciousness, with many restrictions and very slow results.

However, the demons planted in the Taoist heart take effect very quickly. The monks who are "sown with demons" by the Taoist deceivers will be deeply seeded with demonic thoughts in just a few breaths and cannot extricate themselves.

Sneaking is the invasion of external evil.

Planting a demon is more like contaminating it from within, directly transforming the monk's Taoist heart into something demonic.

It is not the trickster who dominates them.

It's more like they themselves can't control their own demonic thoughts.

Obviously he is controlled by others, but he seems to be doing things according to his own wishes and desires.

In the heart of Tao, plant evil thoughts...

From this point of view, it is actually the Dao heart that is sown by demons and cannibalizes and destroys it!

Mo Hua's heart was slightly shuddered, and then he looked at the trickster, and a trace of doubt emerged in his heart:

"The demons are planted in the heart of the Tao, and the demonic thoughts are divided... Then where is the real 'guilty Taoist', or in other words, the original demonic idea of ​​the deceitful Taoist?"

"If I don't kill that evil thought, will the trickster not die?"

"It's even possible. As long as all the demonic thoughts are not eradicated, even if the original demonic thoughts are killed, will the 'Crooked Man' still not die?"

"Then wouldn't this really make you... immortal?!"

Mo Hua was shocked.

My "junior uncle" seems to be much more terrifying than I thought...

Mo Hua then thought again:

"Such a terrifying uncle, such a powerful Taoist demon, then I must study it carefully..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but nodded his head, and then continued to peek at the trickster secretly.

But this time, he looked more carefully and discovered more things...

First of all, a medium is needed to plant demons in the Taoist mind.

Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, all six sense organs can be used as matchmakers.

Color, sound, fragrance, touch, and the six objects are all pathways.

Some of the monks who were "seed demons in the heart of the Tao" just glanced at the treacherous Taoist; some listened to the treacherous Taoist's words;

Some smelled the blood of the trickster in the air; some tasted the blood of the trickster;

There are also those who have beaten the deceitful Taoist and encountered the dead white flesh of the deceitful Taoist, with slightly rotten flesh, so their Taoist heart collapsed and they became puppets.

So, can't see, can't hear, can't hear, can't touch, can't even think.

Otherwise, a medium for planting demons will be produced. Unknowingly, the embryo of demonic thoughts will be planted in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, becoming the soil for the breeding of demonic thoughts, and thus die under the "demons planted in the heart of the Tao"...

The monks who died under the evil spirit of Taoism were also different.

A low-level monk only needs to look at him to make his Taoist heart become filthy and kill each other.

The miscellaneous fish demon cultivators along the way were all killed by the uncle in this way;

Those with higher realms will be able to parasitize demonic thoughts through close contact.

For example, the more than twenty golden elixirs that were killed before.

That is, being possessed by evil thoughts and wanting to become a "Taoist", they kill each other and die;

If the realm is higher, for example, the old man next to the Holy Son, who sacrifices a bell, wears a blood robe, and holds a black magic sword, has a firm mind and high cultivation, which is difficult to deal with.

Then the uncle had to speak.

Use words to confuse their minds, break their mental defenses, destroy their Dao mind, and indulge their demonic desires.

The old man couldn't bear it anymore and committed suicide...

What if the cultivation level is higher?

With the parasitic evil thoughts that Master Uncle is currently harboring, is there nothing that can be done?

Mo Hua thought for a moment, but couldn't figure it out.

The old man in blood-robed robes in the late Jindan period was the highest-level monk that Mo Hua had ever seen who died under the demon of Taoism.

He has not yet seen his uncle, and he has attacked a higher level monk.

There is no reference, so it cannot be analyzed.

But this was too far away from him, and Mo Hua didn't bother.

The most urgent task is to start from the bottom layer and examples, and analyze the demons in the heart of the Tao step by step.

The more I watched it, the more I became familiar with Mo Hua's method of using Taoist demons.

Although the appearance is complicated and unpredictable.

But its essence is still the use of spiritual consciousness.

There was something enlightening about the ink painting, but I still had a vague feeling that I had not crossed the threshold and truly understood the concept of cultivating demons in the Taoist heart.

Still need to read more, learn more, think more...

Every time a deceitful Taoist uses his Taoist heart to plant demons and kills a person, Mo Hua's understanding of the Taoist heart to plant demons becomes deeper.

The trickster didn't realize it at first.

Until later, he planted demons with his Taoist heart and killed several demon cultivators. When he found that Mo Hua was too quiet, he looked back and saw Mo Hua staring at him with a pair of big eyes.

It seems that he is memorizing something at the same time, calculating something at the same time, learning something at the same time, and summarizing something at the same time...

At first I was thoughtful, then I realized something, and finally my eyes became brighter and brighter...

The trickster's dark pupils trembled, and he was completely shocked.

This little guy...what is he secretly learning? ? !

Secretly learning Taoism and cultivating demons in your heart?

Where did the junior brother pick up such a crazy young disciple? !

The expression on the deceitful man's dull face changed, and finally calmed down.

He didn't say anything, but he became much more restrained after that.

No more killing with impunity.

Taoist demons are also used with great restraint.

Even if it is used, only the simplest and most obvious methods of cultivating magic are used.

Mo Hua also noticed it, and with a thought, he quietly asked:

"Master, these demon cultivators are trying to plot against Master, won't you kill them?"

But the trickster looked indifferent and ignored him at all.

Mo Hua sighed and understood in his heart that the trickster was guarding against him.

Hide it, don't let him see it!

Mo Hua was a little unhappy and muttered in his heart, "Master uncle is so stingy..."

He actually didn't let himself see it.

He hasn't understood it yet...

But Mo Hua couldn't help it.

"If you don't want to watch it, just watch it..."

He could only remember the previous scenes of demons growing in his heart one by one. When he had nothing to do, he would think about it over and over again, pondering over it carefully, hoping to understand some methods of using spiritual consciousness and "reach the peak" from the method of spiritual thoughts. I can learn a little bit from my uncle...

…

The two of them were still on their way to Lishan City.

A few days later, one evening.

Mo Hua followed the Taoist to a ruined temple.

I don’t know what this temple is dedicated to. It has been in disrepair for a long time and is dilapidated. The doors and windows are all broken.

The trickster didn't know why, but he decided to stay in this ruined temple.

At night, the moonlight is cold.

As soon as the mountain breeze passes, there are bursts of coolness.

Mo Hua himself drew a warm fire array on the ground to keep warm. He also put the wild sweet potatoes, wild sweet potatoes and some fish he caught along the way on it to grill.

While they were roasting, they heard a few footsteps.

It seemed that several people were walking towards the ruined temple.

At the same time, there were vague sounds of conversation:

"...It's better to go back..."

"...Are you willing?"

"no way……"

"The situation near Dali Mountain is chaotic and we can't stay any longer. Besides, Master Yun can't make any mistakes..."

Master Yun?

Mo Hua was startled.

The voices of those people were also closer.

Mo Hua sounded familiar, with an old voice, a middle-aged voice, and a young voice.

It seemed that they were the three Master Yun that he met in Nanyue City.

"Senior, don't worry about me, I..."

"What are you talking about? Your father entrusted you to me to take care of you. How can I explain to him if you are dead..."

"In my opinion, if we act carefully, we may not have a chance..."

This was the voice of the middle-aged monk.

"Don't you know how to calculate? You should be able to turn disaster into good fortune..."

"It's because I know how to calculate that I don't want to stay here."

"These days, I always feel terrified, as if I am going to encounter some kind of disaster. I can't sleep day and night, so I want to leave..."

"If you leave, the opportunity will be gone..."

"Don't have such wishful thinking. The real devil in the Dali Mountains has not yet come..."

“It’s not like our Daoting doesn’t have any great monks?”

"Can this be the same? You..."

As the three of them talked, they walked into the ruined temple. When they looked up, they were all startled when they saw Mo Hua and his two men.

The trickster sat in the shadows, shadowy and blurry, unable to see clearly.

The ink painting was painted with a warm fire array, and the fire was burning. The little face was flushed by the fire, the sweet potato was stuffed in the mouth, and the cheeks were bulging.

The skinny old man, Mo Hua remembered, seemed to be named Wen. When he saw Mo Hua and the others, he was surprised and said:

"The three old men passed by here and wanted to stay for a night. Please forgive me for disturbing you two!"

After the skinny old man finished speaking, he looked at the ink painting with some doubts.

He always felt that it was a dark and windy night, the temple was broken with broken lamps, and the child Mo Hua was warming himself and eating by the fire as if there was no one around, which looked a bit weird.

But at the same time, he felt that the ink painting looked familiar.

It seems that I have seen it somewhere before, and I must have been deeply impressed.

But I can't remember it.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised.

These three people didn't even recognize themselves.

But it doesn’t matter. In this situation, it’s better to pretend not to know him.

Mo Hua nodded without saying anything.

The skinny old man raised his hands to thank him again, and the middle-aged monk sat down with a haughty look on his face.

On the other hand, Master Yun also looked at the ink painting in confusion, but after looking at it for a while, he still didn't recognize it. Finally, he raised his hand to express his gratitude.

Master Yun’s ink paintings are remembered very clearly.

A second-grade formation master, he is thin-skinned and a little shy, but he has a good heart and is very enthusiastic, and he does not hide his secrets in the formation.

It’s not bad to be friends with yourself.

Mo Hua turned his head and secretly glanced at the trickster, feeling a little worried.

I, my "junior uncle", wouldn't kill these people...

He held the sweet potato in his hand and did not eat it. Instead, he looked at the Taoist Taoist intently and found that his breath was stable, his color, sound, smell, and touch were all in a state of convergence. There was no sign of Taoist demon cultivation, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. .

Mo Hua finished the sweet potatoes while they were hot, and then turned down the light of the heating array.

The night became darker, and the figure of the trickster became darker.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

In this way, Master Yun and the others will no longer be able to see the "Master Uncle" figure.

On the other side, Master Yun and the three of them found a clean place, sat on the floor, and started talking in low voices.

It seemed that he was afraid that the two outsiders, Mo Hua, would hear him, so his voice was very low and his words were very cryptic.

Mo Hua has great spiritual awareness and can hear a little bit, but it is also vague.

It seems that the skinny old man wants to leave, but the middle-aged monk does not agree. Young Master Yun is a little wavering, wanting to leave, but also thinking about something, and is somewhat reluctant to leave.

The middle-aged monk laughed at the skinny old man, "The older you get, the less courage you get."

The skinny old man replied: "It is the coward that makes you live so old."

He glanced at the elderly monk and sneered: "You may not live to my age yet..."

The two argued for a while, and then talked about Daoting and the Demon Cult. They talked a lot. They sounded very powerful, but Mo Hua had limited knowledge, and it was an unknown name.

Like some kind of venerable, some kind of fairy, some kind of Rakshasa, some kind of Valley Master, some kind of ancestor, etc...

What are the status and grievances of these people?

They chatted for a long time.

Mo Hua didn't know these people, and after hearing these words, most of them were about trivial matters such as weddings from aristocratic families, promotions of noble families, birthdays of ancestors, burials of ancestors, etc. He felt boring and wanted to take a nap.

Half sleepy and half awake, Mo Hua suddenly heard them say:

"What do you think that person...has on him?"

The ink painting stirred up energy, and I woke up instantly.

That person...

Are you talking about...Master?

Mo Hua looked up faintly.

The skinny old man looked solemn and stopped talking.

The middle-aged monk's eyes narrowed, "You actually know?"

The skinny old man was silent.

The middle-aged monk said impatiently: "Now that things have come to this, you actually said..."

Master Yun was also a little curious.

The skinny old man struggled in his heart for a long time, and then sighed: "I... I heard about it too. Just know it, and don't tell anyone about it..."

The middle-aged monk promised: "Don't worry."

The skinny old man sighed and then continued:

"The old master of our lineage was proficient in calculations and extremely senior. Unfortunately, before his death, his knowledge was exhausted and his mind was slow. His words were a little...without thinking..."

The skinny old man didn't want to be disrespectful to his ancestors, so he spoke tactfully.

"One day, he accidentally let something slip, and I happened to hear it..."

"He said that the secret that that person was carrying involved... Guixu Celestial Burial..."

Guixu sky burial?

What's the meaning?

Mo Hua frowned.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around him changed. Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the trickster with a shocked expression.

Under the pitch-black night, the trickster has opened his eyes, his pupils are darker than the night, his breath is rising and falling, and the six objects have also changed.

He...had thoughts of killing!

I can’t write anymore today, so I’ll write more tomorrow.