Asking about longevity

After returning to the sect, Mo Hua immediately sent a message to Gu Changhuai:

"Uncle Gu, you have to keep an eye on the 'Dragon Crossing the River'. Someone might do anything to it."

Gu Changhuai quickly replied, "How do you know?"

Mo Hua: "I heard..."

Gu Changhuai: "Who said that?"

Mo Hua hesitated and asked, "If I tell you, will you believe it?"

Over there, Gu Changhuai obviously paused, "You said it."

"It was said by a disciple of Duanjinmen. Others call him 'Mr. Jin'." Mo Hua said.

"Master Jin?"

"Um."

Mo Hua continued: "He asked Guojiang Long to go to the Taoist Prison first, and then 'fake death' in the Taoist Prison, then change his appearance, and then come out to hang out..."

Gu Changhuai fell silent, his eyes a little scary.

This kind of substituting things violates the law and is also a taboo of Daotingsi.

It is still possible for Dao Tingsi in some small places to engage in corruption, fraud, and daring acts, but this is the border of Qianxue State, and the dignified fifth-grade Dao Tingsi...

Gu Changhuai didn't quite believe it.

But although the kid Mo Hua behaves strangely and unpredictablely, he should not speak freely on this kind of thing.

Mo Hua said: "So I sent the 'Dragon Crossing the River' to Dao Prison. You can keep an eye on it and see if you can find out the inner ghost of Dao Tingsi."

Gu Changhuai was a little surprised, and after a while he replied: "Okay..."

Mo Hua asked again: "Duanjinmen...can Daotingsi investigate?"

Gu Changhuai said: "No. We, the Daoting Division, cannot get involved in the internal affairs of the sect. Unless there is clear evidence that the disciples of the sect have violated the laws of the sect and committed a serious crime, we will not be able to investigate, let alone arrest." "

The ink painting is a bit regretful.

"Did you find out something again?" Gu Changhuai asked.

Mo Hua thought about it and didn't hide anything:

"I suspect that the traffickers in black in Qianzhou are the disciples of these sects, and this 'Mr. Jin' who broke the Golden Gate is very likely to be one of them..."

Gu Changhuai was silent for another moment and said slowly:

"Don't worry about this matter for now."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong, "Uncle Gu, you...have known it for a long time?"

Gu Changhuai said nothing.

really!

If he didn't speak, he would naturally acquiesce.

Mo Hua had also found it strange before that if the black-clothed traffickers were really deep-rooted, how could Dao Tingsi know nothing about them.

Mo Hua quickly asked: "Uncle Gu, how much do you know?"

There was no reply from the other party.

Another round of ink drawings: "Uncle Gu", "Uncle Gu, are you there?", "Uncle Gu, please speak"... they were sent.

Gu Changhuai couldn't bear it anymore, so he sighed and said slowly:

"You know about Yu'er being robbed, right?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

How could he not know this?

Gu Changhuai said: "That day you... took Yu'er away by chance, and then several men in black came to the restaurant."

“They are ‘receivers’.”

"Daotingsi besieged them. The leader escaped, and the rest of the men in black were left behind, but without exception, they were all dead. The demonic energy destroyed the physical body, polluted the meridians and spiritual roots, leaving only black. A fishy and smelly mass of flesh and blood..."

"This is not an exception."

"A long time ago, a disciple of a noble family with high-grade spiritual roots disappeared. Daotingsi investigated and caught the human traffickers in black, but all of these human traffickers were destroyed by the demonic energy..."

"So we speculate..."

Gu Changhuai gritted his teeth, "...there are many children from aristocratic families who have become demons and become evil beasts of the demon sect, but they wear human skin to cover up their aura..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Can't you find it?"

Gu Changhuai sighed, "I can't find it, and I can't find it..."

"The sect is very powerful, and most of them protect their shortcomings, and they are also connected to various behemoth aristocratic families..."

"A fifth-level Dao Tingsi in Qianxue State is far from capable of intervening among these big forces to investigate such sensitive things..."

"After all, if a disciple becomes a demon, it will be a huge scandal for both the family and the sect. In serious cases, it may be forcibly demoted by the Daoting Tianquan Pavilion..."

"I see..." Mo Hua nodded.

"But that's not right..." Mo Hua thought for a while and became a little confused, "All the major sects in Qianzhou strictly prohibit their disciples from practicing demonic skills, and they are prohibited from bringing any demonic skills, Taoist methods, or evil weapons up the mountain..."

"The sect's mountain gate has also deployed means to monitor the evil spirit and demonic energy."

"If these disciples are possessed by demons, they will be found out even if they are wearing human skin. They can't even enter the mountain gate. Why can they still hide safely in the sect?"

"This is the strangest part..." Gu Changhuai's eyes were cold and confused:

"No one knows how they concealed their identity. Even though they were possessed by demons and did things worse than animals, they could still openly come in and out of the sect, claiming to be the genius of the family..."

Mo Hua suddenly thought of something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked a question seriously:

"Uncle Gu, do you know the evil god?"

Gu Changhuai was obviously a little surprised, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"Uncle Gu, do you know what the evil god is?"

Gu Changhuai pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The devil is a great disaster in ancient legends. No one seems to know what it is exactly."

"There are few records in some monastic books."

"Why did you suddenly..."

Gu Changhuai was startled, "You wouldn't think that these things are related to the evil god..."

Mo Hua: "Well..."

Gu Changhuai took a deep breath and said helplessly:

"You couldn't have read some curious unofficial history of monasticism, or read some strange miscellany of immortals and gods..."

I have quite a lot of imagination...

Mo Hua was startled, "Really..."

Gu Changhuai shook his head, "This is Qianzhou, which leads to Qiantian Avenue, with long aristocratic families, numerous sects, and countless powerful monks. How can the evil god gain a foothold and preach?"

Mo Hua: "But don't you know what the evil god is? How do you know that the evil god cannot preach?"

Gu Changhuai was confused by Mo Hua's question.

He thought for a long time and felt that he still couldn't follow this child into a corner, otherwise he would get himself involved.

Gu Changhuai said: "Practice well, lay a solid foundation, break through the cultivation level as soon as possible, and prepare for elixir formation. Don't always think about these things. The wild things, ghosts and ghosts will confuse the Taoist mind and waste your practice." of."

Mo Hua sighed.

But if he doesn't think about these "gods and ghosts" things, he can't break through in cultivation...

If you don't catch the evil god and "gnaw" it for a few times, once it gets stuck by the bottleneck, it will be choked even in the middle stage of foundation building.

"What if... there really is an evil god?" Mo Hua tried again.

Gu Changhuai really tried to think about it, but the more he thought about it, the more abstract it became.

The word "evil god" is too unfamiliar.

In his inherent monastic knowledge, he has very little knowledge about the "evil god". It is difficult to imagine what the evil god is like...

He also couldn't imagine how it was possible for the evil god to come to the huge fifth-grade Qianxue state in what form...

Mo Hua gave up.

He also thought about it from his perspective. From Uncle Gu's perspective, it seemed a bit difficult to understand.

Just like a child who has been growing up in the mountains and suddenly learns that there is a sea in the world, he must be at a loss.

Mo Hua suddenly remembered what Master once said.

Only when the spiritual consciousness is strong enough can we see the truth beneath the surface that others cannot see, and can we get a glimpse of the essence of everything in this world.

The evil god should be one of this "invisible" truths.

Ordinary monks, if they do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness, seem to be unable to see gods.

Not to mention evil gods, even Huangshan Jun, that little desolate mountain god, is probably invisible to ordinary monks...

Mo Hua compromised and said to Gu Changhuai:

"Yes, I just saw a book called "The Ten Evil Gods of Ancient and Modern Times" in the library. It said that evil gods can control the consciousness of stupid monks and can eat people..."

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment, and then couldn't help but said:

"Your Taixu Sect's taste in collecting books is indeed somewhat unique..."

I won’t say more about ink painting.

Sometimes, "ignorance" is also a kind of happiness.

My spiritual consciousness is too strong, and sometimes I can’t be happy.

Mo Hua finally remembered one more thing and reminded:

"Uncle Gu, be careful lately, someone is watching you..."

Mr. Jin and the others seemed to blame Uncle Gu for all the sins on that list, thinking that Uncle Gu was the "mastermind" behind everything.

Uncle Gu seemed to have become a "big scapegoat" unknowingly and took a "big blame" for himself.

Mo Hua felt very sorry.

Gu Changhuai was used to it, "As a Daoting Si Dian Si, you will be watched by many people. It doesn't matter if you have more or less."

Mo Hua still warned: "Then be careful..."

"Yeah." Gu Changhuai said calmly.

Mo Hua was relieved.

Uncle Gu doesn't have to worry about having too many debts, and doesn't have to worry about having too many lice, so it shouldn't be considered that he has caused him any trouble...

Gu Changhuai pondered for a moment, and finally said to Mo Hua:

"I will keep an eye on the dragon crossing the river. As for Mr. Jin and Broken Golden Gate, I will also pay attention..."

"Don't worry about the sect's disciples being possessed by demons and the traffickers in black. The water here is deep, so don't get yourself into it..."

After Gu Changhuai finished speaking, he felt that what he said was useless. He couldn't control what Mo Hua wanted to do, so he said:

"Be careful, tell me if you have any clues, and tell me if you encounter any difficulties."

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Hua agreed repeatedly.

He's not stupid.

Whether it's a monk in black or a disciple from an aristocratic family who is possessed by demons, it's not something he can solve alone. Now that he has ready helpers, he won't refuse.

The conversation between the two ended here.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua practiced as usual, practicing formations and honing his spiritual consciousness.

His cultivation was progressing step by step, growing bit by bit.

Because he does not pay attention to the foundation, but only pays attention to the speed, the progress of his practice is in the middle of the same sect, neither fast nor slow.

His spiritual power is much deeper than when he first started building the foundation, but he is still a little far away from breaking through to the middle stage of the foundation building.

But apart from that, the realm of spiritual consciousness is very grueling.

His spiritual consciousness is already too strong, far beyond the realm of the early stage of foundation establishment, and is still stuck at the bottleneck of his spiritual consciousness in the late stage of foundation establishment.

Therefore, just relying on drawing formations to polish is like dripping water through stone, which is too slow.

And the realm of spiritual consciousness is stuck at sixteen lines, so the level of formation cannot be improved naturally.

During this time of ink painting, I can only try to broaden the breadth of formations and learn more Five Elements and Bagua formations.

But the ink painting of the Sixteen Pattern Formation was already very tiring.

He really wanted to draw more than seventeen lines, a second-grade high-level formation.

Especially the metamagnetic arrays with seventeen lines or above must involve more profound metamagnetic array principles and have higher-end array applications.

Mo Hua was looking forward to it.

But if the spiritual consciousness cannot break through, everything is empty talk.

There are fewer and fewer monsters in Yu'er's nightmares.

Yu'er's complexion is getting better day by day, and Mo Hua is very happy.

But his "ration" was getting less and less day by day, and Mo Hua still felt a little regretful.

"I don't know when I can have a big meal..."

Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

Otherwise, you can only wait another year for your cultivation to break through and the sea of ​​consciousness to expand, so that you can break through the bottleneck of your spiritual consciousness.

There is also the matter of the "evil god"...

You can ignore others, but you can't.

These days, I have been thinking about ink painting for a long time.

According to what Huang Shanjun said before, Mo Hua concluded that the promotion of spiritual consciousness actually has two dimensions.

One is the "quality" of spiritual consciousness, and the other is the "level" of spiritual consciousness.

Eating monsters and ghosts improves the "quality" and "quantity" of spiritual consciousness, which is the so-called realm of spiritual consciousness;

Devouring the divine marrow improves the "level" of the divine consciousness, the "quality" of the divine consciousness, which is the so-called rank of the gods.

Generally, the improvement of spiritual consciousness of monks only involves "quality" and only "quantity" changes.

And after I learned the Tianyan Jue, my spiritual consciousness seemed to be able to "qualitatively" change, like a god, raising the "level" of my spiritual consciousness.

This requires oneself, if one wants to "enlighten the Tao with spiritual consciousness", one must practice both quality and quantity, and improve both quality and level.

Upgrading the divine consciousness is troublesome enough, and now it has to be upgraded.

Mo Hua had a headache.

The only way now is to try every means to get closer to the evil god little by little.

Demons are the minions of the evil god, and the divine marrow is hidden in the evil god's corpse.

It is a great tonic for spiritual consciousness!

But the evil god is hidden too deep...

Uncle Gu, a spiritual fool like him, wouldn't believe it even if he told him.

But now that the Fire Buddha is dead and the Bishan Demon Palace has sunk, the only clue that can be grasped is the Dragon Crossing the River who is on the same list as the Fire Buddha.

It's just that I can't keep an eye on the dragon crossing the river.

He can't leave the sect, nor can he enter the Taoist prison, and he is beyond his reach. He can only leave this matter to Uncle Gu.

What's more, this is also related to Daotingsi's inner ghost, which is originally an internal matter of Daotingsi.

I can't control it myself.

The dragon crossing the river is an earthworm, and you need to use it to fish.

But you have to be patient when fishing and don’t be in a hurry.

You have to wait for the fish to eat the bait and wait for the big fish to take the bait.

In this case, we can only figure it out slowly...

Mo Hua sighed.

It seems that I will be hungry for a while longer...

"Where is the evil god's remains hidden..."

…

But when Mo Hua was thinking about the evil god, in a forbidden area, Mr. Tu suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

That feeling of heart palpitations is coming again...

This time he was extremely sure that someone was bold enough to covet the God Lord!

Suddenly, Mr. Tu’s face became chapped, his pupils were dark and empty, as if he was parasitized, and he said hoarsely and sharply:

"find out!"

"No matter who it is, find it!"

Mr. Tu was immediately frightened again and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes..."

"God Lord, calm down..."

"Everything is my fault, it's my fault. I looked for it, but I couldn't find it..."

"A few hundred years old, with a hooked nose, nasolabial folds, sinister eyes, restrained eyes, gentle appearance, and a feminine and vicious smile..."

"Although there are a few such people in Qianxue Prefecture, they do not meet the characteristics."

"They are absolutely incapable of ruining the Lord's plan..."

Mr. Tu suddenly let out a majestic and terrifying roar that did not sound like a human voice.

After that, Mr. Tu’s face became even paler.

"yes……"

"However, too many minions on the list were damaged, the altar of Bishan Temple was destroyed, and all the demon slaves were killed or injured..."

"Too many of the gods selling humans and animals have died, so there are fewer humans and animals, and the sacrifices have been raised too slowly. The progress of the formation can only be..."

Before Mr. Tu could finish speaking, he suddenly started bleeding from all his orifices. He lay on the ground uncontrollably, his limbs twisted.

"Yes, it was the old servant who made a mistake..."

Mr. Tu endured the pain and his voice became hoarse.

After a while, the evil force receded slightly, and he slowly got up, tremblingly kneeling on the ground again, and said piously:

"My loyalty to the Lord of God is immortal!"

"One day, the great God Lord will wake up from the dust and rule the wilderness!"

After Mr. Tu said this, his tense body relaxed slightly, and he obviously breathed a sigh of relief.

He then said slowly: "Someone is hindering the Lord's plan..."

"It's all...someone is manipulating it from behind."

"The divine fetus was protected by someone, and the demons who took advantage of the divine power to command have all gone and never returned..."

"Even... when a god servant dies, the god's eyes, one of the thousands of gods that reside in his body, also... perish."

"That's when I realized that I was wrong."

"I underestimated him."

"This person must not be an ordinary formation master."

"This person who has repeatedly blasphemed the God Lord and hindered the God Lord's plans is very likely to be a Shinto formation master who practices Shinto formations, or a terrifying swordsman who practices spiritual thoughts."

"If he practices Shinto formations, I won't be afraid."

"But if it's the divine sword technique..."

There was strong fear in Mr. Tu's eyes.

A terrifying method of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords, which had been classified as a forbidden technique, reappeared in his mind.

Mr. Tu finally kowtowed to the human-faced ram horns with ferocious fangs, bloodstains, and white bones in front of him:

"I'll find out..."

"Anyone who dares to block the God Lord's grand plan will eventually become a stupid dog and sink into the barren mountain purgatory. Both his soul and spirit will be destroyed, and he will never be reincarnated!"

"Taixumen..."

Mr. Tu's voice gradually became inaudible.

After he finished speaking, he did not dare to look directly at the human-faced ram-horned statue. He lowered his gaze, bowed his body, and retreated humbly.

It wasn't until he exited the altar that he slowly stood up, pulled out a piece of human skin, and put it on himself.

Human skin covered his body and gradually spread, covering his dead white, wrinkled face, as well as his skin that had been soaked in blood for many years, soaked in blood, and often had chapped skin.

Mr. Tu turned into a tall, middle-aged monk with fair skin and gentle eyes.

He lost his ugliness and humbleness just now, and with a warm smile, he slowly walked out of the gloomy forbidden area.