Asking about longevity

It was mid-afternoon, and the bright sunshine was shining on the lush mountains and forests.

A moss-stained stone step leads to the top of the mountain.

Mo Hua's steps were brisk and his body was light as he climbed up the mountain steps, humming a little tune.

But when he reached the ruined temple, he was stunned.

"no one?"

The ruined temple was empty, there was no human figure, and there was no aura of the mountain god in his spiritual perception.

Mo Hua looked intently and saw that on the altar, some steamed buns had gone rancid and some fruits had dried. He didn't know how long they had been there.

There was no meat on the altar, just a wine glass.

The wine glass is full, but what is in it is not wine, but the rainwater that flows down from the eaves when the mountain rain pours. The water surface is clear, but the bottom of the glass is covered with dust.

It looked desolate.

Mo Hua was somewhat sympathetic.

What a miserable mountain god.

"Huangshanjun?"

Mo Hua shouted a few words, but the ruined temple was empty, the eaves were leaking, and the mountains were lonely. His voice echoed a few times, but disappeared again.

"not at home?"

Mo Hua frowned, feeling quite melancholy as if he had traveled thousands of miles to see a friend, only to find that the friend was gone and gone.

"That's not right..."

It's a mountain god, where can it go? No more temples?

The ink painting looked around, but the ruined temple was only a small place with tattered walls. Looking around, there was still no sign of Huangshan Jun.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt something in his heart.

He noticed that in his spiritual incarnation, the few strands of pale golden blood marrow refined from the "bone marrow" of the leader of the group of demons, Sheep Horn, suddenly began to tremble.

Mo Hua suddenly understood, and followed the pull of the light golden divine blood, he walked out of the temple gate, walked around the ruined temple, and found a statue of a puppy in the corner behind the temple.

The puppy statue was bald and dirty, with its head drooped, lying in the grass, not daring to show any breath.

Mo Hua squatted in front of the puppy statue, looking at it silently with his big eyes.

The puppy didn't dare to move.

"Hello--"

Mo Hua whispered.

The eyes of the clay sculpture of the puppy looked a little panicked for some reason.

"Tiger——"

Mo Hua shouted again in a low voice.

The clay puppy wants to close its eyes.

"After all, he is a mountain god. Isn't it shameful to hide among puppies..." Mo Hua said.

The puppy felt ashamed and angry, but still did not show any reaction.

Mo Hua looked a little unhappy. He raised three fingers and said solemnly: "I only count three times. If you don't come out, I won't be polite..."

"three……"

"two……"

Before counting the three times, smoke curled up from the puppy statue, and the long and narrow smiling face of Huangshan Jun appeared.

Looking at Mo Hua's unkind expression, Huangshan Jun smiled warmly and kindly:

"Ah... who was I at that time? It turned out to be a little friend. There was nothing going on in the mountains. I was basking in the sun and accidentally fell asleep. I missed you from afar. Don't blame me..."

Mo Hua looked up at the sky and said strangely:

"It's shady here, why do you want to bask in the sun?"

Mr. Huangshan suffocated and forced out a smile, "Baking in the sun in the shade is both warm and cool..."

Then it was afraid of Mo Hua's questioning and immediately changed the topic:

"My little friend came to see me. What's the matter?"

Mo Hua's attention was indeed diverted.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded. Just when he was about to speak, he glanced at Huangshan Jun and asked curiously: "Are you going to stay in this puppy all the time?"

Mr. Huangshan cursed, "You think I think..."

"If it weren't for hiding..."

When Huangshan Jun thought about this, he was suddenly startled and couldn't help but ask:

"How do you know that I'm 'hiding'...not that I'm here to bask in the sun?"

It "lowered its dignity" and even lost face. It lived in such a small mud dog clay sculpture and even hid the origin of the mountain god, but it was still found...

Mo Hua said: "I feel it."

"Feel?"

"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "I felt like you were here, and then I came over to look for it, and found that you were indeed here!"

Mr. Huangshan felt his scalp numb when he heard this.

It's over, there's no way to avoid this little disaster...

That's outrageous...

Smart little ghosts are not scary. The most terrifying thing is this little ghost who is not only smart but also talkative.

Without any tricks, it’s hard to guard against...

Huangshan Jun sighed, slowly came out of the clay sculpture of the puppy, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Please come to the humble house to reminisce about the past..."

So the mountain god led the way, and the ink painting swaggered, and he followed the mountain god into the ruined temple.

Huangshan Jun turned into wisps of blue smoke, but still resides in the clay sculpture of the mountain god in the center of the altar.

Mo Hua sat next to the altar and chatted "side by side" with Huangshan Jun.

It's just that Huangshan Jun seemed a little reserved, so Mo Hua was puzzled and said:

"I won't 'eat' you. Why are you so afraid?"

Huangshan Jun smiled "hehe" and thought to himself: "Guess whether I believe it or not..."

But on the surface it still smiled and said:

"My little friend Bingxue is smart and has a Taoist heart as clear as a mirror. You are different from the ordinary world. I don't even have time to make friends with you. How can I avoid you?"

Mo Hua naturally didn't believe it. He glanced at Huangshan Jun and asked curiously:

"Tiger, were you very powerful before?"

Huangshan Jun was startled, his smile faded, and he asked strangely: "How do you know?"

"My guess."

Huangshan Jun shook his head, "Do you think I look powerful?"

Mo Hua looked at Huangshan Jun with clear eyes and a calm voice:

"Ten feet in length, seven feet in claws, tan fur, divine power that covers the mountains, thick aura, eyes soaked in blood, boundless ferocity and evil thoughts, entangled in the body..."

Huangshan Jun's eyes suddenly turned ferocious, and then he touched the deep gaze of the ink painting, and his face turned pale again.

"You, you...what exactly..."

Mo Hua blinked and whispered:

"Were you really like this before?"

Huangshan Jun looked bitter, "How did you know?"

Mo Hua said: "I dreamed at night about a mountain god that looked like a great yellow rat. I guessed it might be you, so I came to ask you."

Huangshan Jun looked complicated. After hesitating several times, he sighed:

"That's all in the past..."

"In the past, I did enjoy a place of incense. My spiritual thoughts were so powerful that they enveloped the mountains and rivers and transformed into a divine form. Under the laws of heaven, I was at the top of a world, almost unrivaled."

"But mountain gods are just like people. Once they become arrogant, they will be invaded by evil spirits."

"You will know what happened next... Oh, I can't bear to look back. Now I am in a state of despair..."

"...are you being bullied by me?" Mo Hua asked.

Huangshan Jun nodded, "Yes..."

Halfway through the sentence, it suddenly felt cold and immediately smiled, "No, no, you didn't bully me..."

Mo Hua thought for a while, and what came to his mind was the majestic and awe-inspiring appearance of Huangshanjun in the past. Then he looked at his current desolate appearance, which was still a bit unbelievable.

Huang Shanjun seemed to see what Mo Hua was thinking, and sighed:

"Most of the existences in the world, whether they are humans, monsters or gods, are puppets of strength, fame, power and status."

"This is especially true of people."

"A beggar becomes an emperor, and with the blessing of power, he has the appearance of an emperor;"

"An emperor has become a beggar. Without power, he can only beg for mercy."

"People who are truly transcendent of external objects, uninhibited by power and fame, and have extraordinary thoughts have always been rare..."

"The same goes for me, the mountain god."

"Back then, when my spiritual thoughts were strong and I had boundless power, I was naturally majestic..."

"But it's not me who is majestic, but the mighty force of heaven and earth that uses me as a 'puppet'..."

"Later, my cultivation was cut off by a sword. Without that great power, I was just myself, a poor little mountain god. I could only live like this now, hanging my tail between my legs..."

The expression in the ink painting is astonishing. He laments Huangshanjun's transparency and feels pitiful for Huangshanjun.

Huangshan Jun was made uncomfortable by the "sympathetic" look in Mo Hua's eyes, and had to say:

"You came to me not just to expose your scars..."

Mo Hua nodded, "That's natural, I'm not so free..."

Huangshan Jun's eyelids twitched, with a helpless expression on his face.

This child has an innocent look on his face, but when he talks, it always makes him feel sad...

Huangshan Jun sighed:

"What's the matter with you? Just ask if you want..."

Finish asking early and go back early.

Huangshan Jun wanted to send Mo Hua away.

Mo Hua immediately said: "Can you teach me the way to kill you, the sword technique of turning your mind into a sword?"

Huangshan Jun muttered: "I told you, I don't know how to..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "Although you don't know how to do it, your spiritual thoughts are so strong and you have been hacked by yourself. You must know the principle of turning your spiritual thoughts into a sword. You probably also know how to cultivate this sword of spiritual thoughts!"

"I have no idea……"

"No, you know!" Mo Hua's eyes were bright and his tone was determined.

Huangshan Jun was looked at by Mo Hua's big and discerning eyes and felt a headache.

It felt that it had never encountered such a difficult little ancestor in its life...

"That's all, I'll just tell you..."

Huangshan Jun compromised.

If you tell me earlier, you will be freed sooner. If you don't tell me, you don't know how long you will be remembered...

Huangshan Jun seemed to be remembering the past, his expression was slightly restrained, his eyes were solemn and he said:

"This sword art is called..."

"Taixu Divine Mind turns into a true sword technique!"

Huang Shanjun's tone was frustrated. After he finished reading, he glanced at Mo Hua. Seeing that he didn't look surprised, he was stunned for a moment and said, "You know?"

"Yeah!" Mo Hua said.

"How do you know?"

Mo Hua jumped off the altar, opened his arms, and showed Mr. Huangshan his black and white, elegant Taoist robe:

"Guess what sect's robe I'm wearing?"

Huangshan Jun stared at it, suddenly startled, and opened his mouth, "It can't be..."

Mo Hua smiled and said: "The Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, Taixu Sect... is the 'Taixu' of the 'Taixu Spiritual Mind Transformation into Sword True Art'."

Mr. Huangshan felt bitter in his heart.

It felt that the Taoist robe painted by Mo looked familiar. When he said it, he realized that it was indeed the Taixu Sect's Taoist robe.

This little ancestor was wearing the same sect's robes as the man who killed him back then!

However, what Mo Hua was wearing was the original disciple's Taoist robe.

The styles and patterns are much simpler, and there are more black and less white. Unlike that person back then, who was almost dressed in white, I didn't recognize it until now...

Huangshan Jun's eyes were filled with resentment, "You are a disciple of the Taixu Sect. You can just learn it yourself. Why do you need to ask me?"

"The sect doesn't have it, I can't find it..."

Mo Hua said, and then thought for a moment, "It's also possible that my level is too low, my authority is not enough, and I can't learn..."

Mr. Huangshan remained silent, not wanting to say anything.

Mo Hua said: "Just tell me, I owe you a favor."

"What's the use of your favor..."

Huangshan Jun murmured in his heart, but he was still very honest, "Okay, I'll tell you..."

Mo Hua jumped up to the altar again, sat cross-legged, and listened quietly.

Huangshan Jun sighed, "I am a mountain god, and my spiritual thoughts are different from those of ordinary monks, so my understanding of spiritual thoughts must be deeper..."

"Back then, I was fighting with the sword cultivator from the Taixu Sect. During the fight, I was cut all over my body by the divine sword energy. I also understood a little bit about the mystery of this sword art..."

"The sword art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords is different from ordinary sword art."

"Generally speaking, the sword technique is to inject the spiritual power of the whole body into the spiritual sword, condense it into 'sword energy', and then kill the enemy with the sharp sword energy."

"It's different when spiritual thoughts are transformed into swords. It requires condensing spiritual thoughts on top of sword energy to manifest the formless, yet infinitely mysterious 'sword intent'..."

"You must use the sword energy as the foundation and temper the charm with the sword intent to exert extremely powerful power. You can cut tangible things, and you can also cut invisible gods!"

"in short……"

"Generally, when wielding a sword, the sword is forged and the sword energy is cultivated."

"The purpose of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords is to go one step further on top of the sword spirit and cultivate the sword spirit."

"Both are indispensable. Only when the sword energy is cultivated to the extreme can the sword intention be cultivated. With the blessing of the sword intention, the sword energy can be indestructible and kill in all directions!"

There was a hint of arrogance in Huangshan Jun's eyes:

"If it weren't for this gate, Taixu's spiritual thoughts could be turned into swords, and the true art could turn from real to virtual, and use the visible sword to kill the invisible god. At that time, there might not be anyone in this world who would be able to defeat me..."

Mo Hua considered:

"Then you...don't you become a 'evil'?"

Huangshan Jun felt a chill in his heart and was shocked, and his expression was even more unbelievable:

"You...how do you know?!"

Mo Hua nodded, "I've seen how evil people are raised like this..."

Moreover, I have also killed evildoers!

However, this kind of thing is a bit taboo and it’s hard to say it out...

Despite this, Huangshan Jun still took a breath of cold air.

It felt more and more that Mo Hua, the little ancestor, could not be offended.

Huangshan Jun immediately regained his arrogance.

No more bragging.

If you brag again, you will blow your skin, and if this little ancestor sees something wrong again, it will not be good...

Mo Hua didn't notice the subtle expression on Huangshan Jun's face, but thought about the spiritual thought turning into a sword in his heart:

"You must first cultivate the sword energy, cultivate the sword energy to the extreme, then turn from real to empty, cultivate the sword intention, and integrate the sword intention into the sword energy. Only then can you practice the 'Taixu Divine Mind Transformation into Sword True Art'..."

Mo Hua was disappointed.

"If I don't do sword cultivation and practice sword energy, won't I be able to learn how to transform my sword into a sword with my spiritual thoughts?"

Huangshan Jun nodded and said, "This is natural."

Mo Hua thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Suppose I don't cultivate sword energy, but my spiritual consciousness is strong enough, and I can directly transform my spiritual thoughts into sword intent. Is this okay?"

Huang Shanjun thought the ink paintings were whimsical and said angrily:

"You don't cultivate sword energy anymore, where do you get sword energy from?"

"You are an array master. If you don't draw the array, can you understand the principles of the array?"

"Isn't this the same truth..."

"The better your sword practice, the sharper the sword energy, the purer and more powerful the sword intention will be..."

"How can it be transformed by spiritual thought alone? Is your divine thought stronger than the sword aura of a swordsman?"

"Besides, how strong can your consciousness be?"

Mo Hua whispered: "Are sixteen lines enough?"

Huangshan Jun sneered, "Sixteen lines, what's enough?"

Huang Shanjun wanted to say something else, but suddenly he was stunned and turned to look at the ink painting, "How much?"

"Sixteen lines..."

Huangshan Jun's expression froze...

Sixteen lines...why only sixteen lines?

What age are you and what state of mind are you in?

In the early stage of foundation building, where did the sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness come from?

It's not like you ate something...

Huangshan Jun's heart skipped a beat, he immediately looked at his nose and mouth, and whispered softly:

"The sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness are already very strong, but if I really want to turn my spiritual thoughts into a sword, it's still not enough..."

"How much does that cost?"

"Yu..." Mr. Huangshan lowered his voice as he spoke, "At least the golden elixir, more than twenty lines..."

"Moreover, the golden elixir may not be able to be cultivated..."

"After all, when spiritual thoughts transform into swords, sword energy transforms into sword intentions, and sword intentions manifest sword energy, rather than simply using 'divine thoughts' to manifest sword energy..."

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Let’s give it a try.

When one day I can form a pill with twenty lines of spiritual consciousness, I will try to see if I can create a sword with my spiritual consciousness alone.

Before that, let's find out more about the orthodox "Taixu Divine Mind Transformation into Swords" in the sect.

After all, Huangshan Jun's statement is a statement from the perspective of the "victim". It may not be the true and correct method of turning spiritual thoughts into swords, and can only be used as a reference.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua complained a little:

"I asked last time, why didn't you tell me?"

Huangshan Jun said with a complicated expression:

"Tell you, I want you to practice and hack me..."

Mo Hua was startled, and after thinking about it, he didn't blame Huangshan Jun. Instead, he took out some wine and meat from the storage bag.

When you come to see your friends, it’s natural to bring some gifts.

"I bought it specially for you..."

There is pork, beef, fruits and vegetables, snacks, and wine...

At that moment, Huangshan Jun was stunned, and a warm current surged in his heart...

After so many years, it has become accustomed to eating steamed buns, nibbling wild fruits, drinking rainwater every day, and having no incense for worship, so it has become extremely thin...

Mo Hua this kid...

A little bad, a little ruthless, a little unreasonable, but still pretty good-hearted...

Mr. Huangshan was deeply relieved.

The ink painting places wine and meat on the altar.

The altar is used for sacrifices, and the wine and meat for the sacrifices will be divided into two.

Part of it is still an entity, and the other part is transformed into a "sacrifice" that exists as a spiritual thought, for the enjoyment of the mountain god or a certain type of god.

Meat that has been enjoyed by the mountain gods will turn white and tasteless;

The wine that has been enjoyed will become water.

Mo Hua placed the sacrifices one by one, but when he placed a leg of lamb, Huangshan Jun's expression changed slightly and he immediately said:

"No sheep!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Don't want a sheep?"

Huangshan Jun turned pale, nodded and said, "I don't eat mutton..."

Mo Hua felt it was a bit strange, but he didn't delve into it.

Respect other people's eating habits.

People can be picky about food, and so can mountain gods.

However, it cannot be wasted...

Mo Hua kept the leg of lamb and ate it himself.

In the ruined temple, Huangshan Jun and Mo Hua were eating together.

Lord Huangshan enjoyed the offering of spiritual meat and drank fine spiritual wine, but his thoughts were not in his mind and he couldn't help but look at the ink paintings on the side.

Mo Hua sat on the altar, holding a leg of lamb and chewing it with gusto.

"Mo Hua is eating the meat that he doesn't dare to eat..."

Huangshan Jun's eyes trembled slightly, and his heart suddenly jumped with fear.

Vaguely, it always feels that Mo Hua will do some terrible things in the future...

…

After eating and drinking, Mo Hua said goodbye to Huangshan Jun.

The idea of ​​Taixu's divine mind transforming into a true sword art gradually became clear in his mind.

Divine consciousness, sword energy, and secret books.

There are three directions in total.

"Twenty patterns of divine consciousness are still a long way away..."

At the realm of twenty lines, the formation of spiritual consciousness must be a big threshold. I don’t know what the bottleneck is...

According to Huangshan Jun, after twenty lines, you can try to turn your spiritual thoughts into a sword.

Although you may not be able to turn a sword into a sword, you still have to try.

And sword energy...

When you have no time, you can also practice sword energy. Not to mention how proficient you are, but you must also lay some foundations for sword practice for "spiritual thoughts turning into swords".

Then, there is also the true secret book of Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword Art.

Wait until I do more tasks, accumulate more merits, open more permissions, get to know more disciples, and find out more clues to see if I can find a way to get it in advance...

Although it is still early, you can take precautions and make preparations in advance.

Mo Hua nodded.

"Go step by step..."

The top priority is still the formation!

After returning to the sect, Mo Hua continued as usual, practicing and taking classes, learning formations, and honing his spiritual consciousness.

Every ten days off, I would follow Senior Sister Murong and the others to do tasks and accumulate merit.

After a period of time, Mo Hua went through a lot of hardships and finally accumulated more than 800 merits. Then he went to the Merit Pavilion and exchanged for what he dreamed of, the second-grade sixteen-pattern "Beacon Fire Yuan Magnetic Array".

This formation is the Bagua Thunder and Magnetic System formation.

This is a confidential formation.

There are very few disciples in Taixu Sect who want to learn, and even in the entire Qianxue state, there are not many who are proficient in it.

But for ink painting, it is extremely important.

The formation diagram of "Beacon Fire Yuan Magnetic Array" is unfolded with great care and attention in ink painting, which is like opening a brand-new array door...