Asking about longevity

A few days later, in the secret room of the forbidden land.

Mr. Tu, who had shed his elegant human skin and revealed his true appearance, knelt in front of the horned statue in panic, his skinny face pale.

His body was torn, his limbs twisted, and he collapsed on the ground.

His consciousness also sank into the boundless wilderness purgatory, experiencing various tortures such as tongue pulling, finger cutting, chest piercing, steaming, etc.

In pain, on the verge of despair.

This is divine punishment.

It was the Lord of the Great Wilderness, who punished him for his incompetence.

The altar was occupied, the divine power was stolen, and the demon army suffered heavy losses.

The Lord of the God was angry, unlike before.

While Mr. Tu was suffering in purgatory, the Lord of the God's roar was still echoing in his mind, and his heart was trembling.

After a long torture, the torture ended.

Mr. Tu's consciousness was redeemed from the wilderness purgatory, and no longer endured the pain of despair.

His blood was flowing back, and his skin and flesh were gradually recovering.

But the pain of divine punishment was like a red-hot iron, deeply imprinted in Mr. Tu's sea of ​​consciousness, and he would never forget it in this life.

Mr. Tu struggled, knelt on the ground, and said devoutly with a weak breath:

"Thunder and rain are all the great grace of the Lord God..."

"Thank you for the punishment..."

In the secret room, the oppressive tyrannical evil thoughts calmed down a little.

Mr. Tu took a deep breath and murmured in a trembling voice:

"The gods are as majestic as the sky, and human lives are as humble as ants..."

"People...cannot guess at the gods, cannot covet the throne of the gods, and cannot steal the power of the gods..."

"It is impossible for...anyone..."

Mr. Tu said to himself in panic.

He could not think of anyone, and could not think of any way, who could use a mortal body to steal the honorable position of the gods and exercise the power of the Lord God.

It is impossible for anyone, in any way!

Even the four words "stealing divine authority" are themselves extremely disrespectful to the Lord God. Let alone actually doing it, even just thinking about it is a great offense and "blasphemy"!

But the Lord God's authority was indeed stolen.

The Lord God's majesty was indeed offended.

The Lord God's servants also suffered heavy casualties.

Therefore, Mr. Tu made a bold guess.

He knelt on the ground, gnashing his teeth, but said in fear:

"People will never do such a crazy thing!"

"All this is not a "people" secretly instructing and plotting evil."

"It is a god, no, it is very likely an "evil god"!"

"This evil god is hostile to the Lord God, secretly coveting the Lord God's honorable position, blaspheming the Lord God's altar, and occupying the Lord God's authority!"

"Only gods can fight against gods!"

"This "evil god" is the real mastermind behind the scenes!"

The evil thoughts in the room suddenly surged.

An angry and tyrannical will filled the surroundings.

Mr. Tu prostrated himself, not daring to say a word, not daring to move at all, only his fingers trembled slightly.

After a moment, the tyranny dissipated and the atmosphere calmed down.

The Lord God did not blame Mr. Tu.

It seemed that He also recognized Mr. Tu's guess.

Since the mastermind behind the scenes is the evil god, all this is the scheme of another "evil god".

Mr. Tu is just a mortal. No matter how high his cultivation is and how deep his faith is, he can never be the opponent of the "evil god".

It is even more impossible to predict the various evil means of another "evil god".

When Mr. Tu was trembling with fear, he suddenly felt that a strong evil thought had poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Although his consciousness was more bloody, more evil, and more chaotic, it was stronger.

And there seemed to be some more profound array memories in it.

This is the array inheritance that was stripped alive from the minds of some array masters!

Mr. Tu's eyes trembled.

This is the blessing of the Lord God!

The Lord God has fallen asleep and has not yet revived, so many things still have to be done by himself.

Especially now, what he is facing may be another "evil god", and the secrets of heaven are unpredictable.

So he descended his great power and bestowed the inheritance to ensure that there is no mistake.

The Lord God's plan cannot afford any mistakes!

Mr. Tu was filled with gratitude, bowed his head and knelt, then slowly raised his head and said with deep eyes:

"Taixu Sect is the supporter of the evil god."

"Gu Family, Gu Changhuai, are the minions of the evil god."

"This will be a 'God War' cast with the flesh and blood of mortals!"

"The authority of the Lord of Gods must start from the Great Wilderness and descend on Ganzhou!"

...

At this moment, Mo Hua, who was regarded as an "evil god" by Mr. Tu, was lazily basking in the sun on the grass.

Yu'er finished his homework and rolled around happily beside him.

Mo Hua ate a lot of monsters in the Great Wilderness.

Yu'er's nightmares were much less stressful, and he slept well every night, and his personality became more and more cheerful.

Mo Hua played with Yu'er while flipping through the Taixu Order.

He wanted to find a few second-grade seventeen-pattern formations in the Taixu Order to learn.

It would be best if he could use the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams formation that he was most familiar with. This would make it easier to get started, and it would also be easier to learn other high-level second-grade formations step by step from the simplest to the most advanced.

Mo Hua lay on the soft grass, picked for a while, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"Too expensive..."

Generally, a second-grade seventeen-pattern formation would cost four or five hundred merit points.

Mo Hua's current merit points were two thousand points, which was already a lot for a disciple who had just entered the foundation-building stage.

He actually had more.

Drawing formations, making bounties, and occasionally doing errands for Daotingsi, and getting some meritorious deeds from Uncle Gu.

He has many more ways to earn merit than ordinary disciples.

It's just that learning formations consumes a lot of money, so he spends a lot of money.

These two thousand points of merit may seem like a lot, but in total they can be exchanged for four or five sets of seventeen-pattern formations, which is more or less.

And it can be replaced, but after the replacement, the merits will not be much.

Mo Hua was born in poverty, and without more than a thousand meritorious deeds in Taixuling, he always felt uneasy.

"Contribution..."

Mo Hua suddenly remembered that he had another meritorious deed at Dao Tingsi.

It was the merit that Uncle Gu had promised to gain for himself when he helped capture the Fire Buddha.

This meritorious service is still going through a tedious process in the Daoting Division.

It's really too slow...

Mo Hua sighed.

His meritorious service was enough before, so he was not in a hurry for now, but now that he can learn the seventeen-line formation, his meritorious service consumes even more.

Now that we are somewhat stretched, we urgently need this contribution to meet our urgent needs.

Mo Hua planned to urge him.

During the day, Uncle Gu was busy with Dao Tingsi affairs and was quite busy, so it was inconvenient to disturb him.

After class in the evening, Mo Hua wrote to him:

"Uncle Gu, where is my meritorious service, hasn't it arrived yet?"

Gu Changhuai waited for a stick of incense. He didn't know what he was busy with. It seemed that he finally got some free time, and then he replied:

"What feat?"

Mo Hua's face darkened, "The merits of the Fire Buddha!"

"oh."

Only then did Gu Changhuai remember.

"It should be soon. I'll go check it out tomorrow. I think it will be approved in two days and transferred to Taixu Sect."

Mo Hua was overjoyed and immediately changed his face and said, "Thank you, Uncle Gu."

"Um."

Gu Changhuai said calmly.

"By the way," Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked, "How about Mr. Jin?"

Gu Changhuai was silent for a while.

Mo Hua said: "Just tell me a little bit..."

There are some things that Daotingsi must keep secret and cannot be disclosed to the outside world. Mo Hua also knows this in his heart.

Gu Changhuai sighed, "It doesn't hurt to tell you a little..."

Being able to catch Mr. Jin and his group, Mo Hua also counts as one of the first achievements.

Gu Changhuai said: "Xie Liu is temporarily imprisoned in Dao Prison for attacking Dao Ting Si Dian Si. Other crimes cannot be implemented yet..."

"Several other Jinmen Duanmen disciples are currently in detention. Jinmen Duanmen wants to get people, and they are still operating in secret. The result is unknown."

"As for Mr. Jin, Daotingsi has issued an approval document and has been released..."

"Let him go?!" Mo Hua was startled.

Gu Changhuai sighed: "That Mr. Jin, his name is Jin Yicai, he is a direct descendant of Duanjinmen. It is true as he said, his ancestor was once the head of Duanjinmen, and now his grandfather is the chief elder of Duanjinmen, and his father is the head of Duanjinmen." Deputy head, his mother is the true elder of Duanjinmen..."

"His father's lineage has been in the upper echelons of Duanjinmen for generations; his mother's lineage is related to the Seven Pavilions of the Central Daoting and is also quite prominent in Daozhou."

"Jin Yicai is the child of a marriage between two major families..."

Gu Changhuai said sarcastically: "But the marriage between two major families gave birth to this beast, Jin Yicai. He has been arrogant and arrogant since he was a child, and now he is even more lawless..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Then...Jin Yicai, he has violated Taoist laws, right? Selling monks and refining human elixirs. At this point, does the Tao Tingsi not care about it?"

"That's the problem..."

Gu Changhuai sighed, "He has thrown away the blame. He doesn't know about selling monks, and privately refining human elixirs has nothing to do with him."

"His father used his connections in Jinmen to intercede with Daotingsi."

"His mother used her maternal connections to secretly exert pressure on the border of Qianxue Prefecture through the Central Dao Prefecture."

"She also personally went to Daotingsi and said that Jin Yicai was 'young and ignorant, and he is still a child. What can he know? If he does something bad, someone will either frame him or instigate him secretly...'

He also said, 'I have watched this child grow up with good conduct, hard work in cultivation, filial piety and respect for his elders. His grandfather, and even some ancestors in Daozhou, also like him very much...'"

Gu Changhuai's expression was sarcastic, which eventually turned into helpless.

"Duanjinmen is one of the twelve tiers of Qianxue. To a certain extent, it also symbolizes the appearance of Qianxue's state boundaries. It cannot expose such a big scandal."

"Daotingsi is constrained by all parties and has many concerns. It will be difficult to handle this case."

The expressions in the ink paintings are complex.

This Jin Yicai, whether it is true or false, may be a "child" with "good conduct, filial piety and respect for his elders" in front of his parents and elders.

But in the eyes of other monks, he was a complete beast.

Such a big thing can be suppressed.

Anyone who enters Daotingsi can be fished out.

Mo Hua couldn't tell for a while whether it was the "evil god" or the "human heart" that was evil.

"Be careful. Jin Yicai will retaliate. He has also met you. If he is humiliated this time, he may not seek revenge from you."

After Gu Changhuai finished speaking, he felt apologetic.

If Jin Yicai could be managed in Daotingsi, Mo Hua would not have to face these risks.

It's a pity that he is just a dianshi, not a boss.

If he were in charge and had enough authority, he would kill the little beast Jin Yicai first and then tell him!

"Hmm, Uncle Gu, don't worry." Mo Hua said.

He is not afraid of Jin Yicai.

Once I learn the Seventeen Pattern Formation, I won't be afraid of him anymore.

Just be careful of the bad guys who break Golden Gate.

But this is easy to handle.

From now on, he will either stay in the sect, or he will only go to the second-grade state boundary to play. Be careful in the second-grade state boundary, and there is nothing he can do to break the golden gate.

Uncle Gu, on the other hand, would probably be hated by Jin Yicai, the Jin family and most of Jinmen, and maybe even the minions of other evil gods.

"Uncle Gu, you should also be careful." Mo Hua warned.

"Yeah." Gu Changhuai said calmly.

Mo Hua didn't know whether he knew the seriousness of the matter.

But no matter what, Uncle Gu is still a golden elixir and a Daoting Sidiansi, so it is not his turn to care about him, a little foundation-building disciple.

After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua concentrated on learning the formation.

From the Taixu Order, he specially selected a second-grade, seventeen-pattern "Kingjin Formation" to learn.

This is a formation that suppresses the energy of the five elements.

The gold-defying formation, as the name suggests, inhibits the flow of metal spiritual power and weakens the power of metal spells or sword techniques.

"Let's make it simple first. Learn this gold-defying formation for later use..."

"If Duanjinmen dares to mess with me in the future, then I will learn more, and even develop a whole set of formations to restrain the metal swordsmanship!"

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

After a while, the spiritual consciousness of ink painting sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and he practiced this "Golden Combination Formation" over and over again on the Taoist monument.

This is also the first, second-level high-level formation that Mo Hua has learned.

The Kejin Formation is more difficult, and I didn't learn the ink painting in one night.

After class the next day, he was just about to continue practicing when a disciple suddenly came to him and said, "Mo Hua, I just passed by the Merit Pavilion, and the meritorious elder asked you to find him."

"Meritorious Elder?"

Mo Hua was startled, and then his eyes lit up.

Could it be that the merits of the Fire Buddha have been paid off!

"Thank you!" Mo Hua thanked the disciple and immediately ran to the Merit Pavilion happily.

The elders of the Merit Pavilion were waiting for Mo Hua.

Seeing Mo Hua enter the door, the meritorious elder looked at him suspiciously, "What formation did you draw for Dao Tingsi?"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and then understood.

Uncle Gu was still very thorough in his work. In order to avoid causing trouble for himself, he still used the previous "excuse" for drawing the formation.

"Many, many formations." Mo Hua said.

The meritorious elder snorted, "Nonsense, no matter how many formations you use, you can't earn so much merit."

"How many?"

Mo Hua looked excited.

The meritorious elder glanced at Mo Hua and sighed, "Eight thousand."

Eight thousand? !

Mo Hua's eyes widened.

There are so many!

Fire Buddha is really valuable!

Mo Hua's fair little face was smiling.

The meritorious elder explained: "This bounty is not released normally. It is specially allocated by Daotingsi, so it must be confirmed by the sect before being transferred to you."

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

However, he doesn't care about these specific processes, as long as the merit can be given to him.

The meritorious elder hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything more. Instead, he followed the rules and asked Mo Hua to sign the painting and then transferred the merit to his Taixu Order.

Mo Hua signed, made a deposit, received the meritorious service, said goodbye to the meritorious elder, then left with a happy face and a cheerful step.

The meritorious elder looked at Mo Hua's back, but he was a little silent.

Eight thousand meritorious deeds...

Even for some inner disciples, it is a "huge sum of money", let alone disciples like Mo Hua who have just started teaching less than two years ago.

The merits of the sect are not that easy to earn.

Logically speaking, this meritorious service, no matter what its origin, has passed through Daoting Siming Road, at least it is "clean" on the surface.

There was no need for him to dig deeper and pry into his disciples' privacy.

But the meritorious elder still had doubts in his heart.

What did the kid Mo Hua do to earn these eight thousand meritorious deeds?

As a disciple in the early stage of foundation building, what exactly did he do and what kind of reward did he complete to earn eight thousand meritorious deeds at once? !

This is so unreasonable.

He has been a meritorious elder for hundreds of years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

The meritorious elder flipped through the documents on Dao Tingsi's side.

The words in it are not clear, but simply say that Mo Hua, a disciple of Taixu Sect, is proficient in formations and has made meritorious service in assisting Daotingsi in handling cases. He is hereby rewarded with eight thousand meritorious services as an encouragement.

It can't be that simple...

The meritorious elder frowned in thought.

He thought carefully about everything about ink painting, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized it.

Ink painting, Daotingsi, formation...

Mr. Xun!

The meritorious elder figured it out.

It must be Mr. Xun. He went through the back door and used his connections to allocate these 8,000 meritorious deeds from Daotingsi to Mo Hua so that the child could use them to learn formations!

Mr. Xun is an ancestor-level figure, although on the surface, he is just a meticulous "old teacher".

But he has a long life, a respected status, and a very wide network of contacts in the entire Qianxue State.

Only old Mr.

However, no matter how highly virtuous and respected you are, you cannot do such a thing!

The meritorious elder was a little angry.

Eight thousand meritorious deeds are not a small number.

No matter how much you love the child Mo Hua, you can't "pamper" him like this or undermine him.

He is just a disciple of Taixu Sect, not your great-grandson!

Not even great-grandchildren!

The sect has its own rules, and in other places, occasionally making exceptions is harmless, but how can something like meritorious service, which is related to the entire sect's system, be a piece of cake?

The meritorious elder ran to find Mr. Xun angrily.

When I arrived at the Elder's Residence, I knocked on Mr. Xun's door directly. After the Taoist boy introduced him, he sat aside and drank boring tea.

Half an hour later, Mr. Xun, who had finished his calculations, walked out of the inner room and was frowning in thought. When he looked up, he saw the distinguished elder with an unhappy face.

Mr. Xun couldn't help but look startled, "Why are you here?"

The meritorious elder said helplessly:

"Uncle Master, you should have certain limits when it comes to pampering your disciples. Some rules can be made exceptions, and some rules cannot be exceeded..."

"If you don't follow the rules, you won't be able to make a circle."

"You are not doing this to love your disciple, but to harm him..."

Old Mr.

The meritorious elder sighed, "You are still pretending to be confused with me."

He put a letter stamped with the spiritual seal of the Daoting Division on the table, "Didn't you ask the old bosses of the Daoting Division to approve this meritorious service?"

Mr. Xun slowly picked up the letter, glanced at it, and was a little stunned.

Ink painting?

Eight thousand meritorious deeds?

Special approval from Daotingsi?

Mr. Xun blinked and looked again before confirming that he had read it correctly. His mood fluctuated for a while.

Dao Tingsi...why would he give eight thousand meritorious deeds to that kid Mo Hua?

What exactly did he do in Mo Hua?

Or in other words, what on earth is Daotingsi doing?

When the meritorious elder saw Mr. Xun looking surprised and silent, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that he might have been a little reckless.

The meritorious elder couldn't sit still, stood up slowly, and asked tentatively:

"Master-uncle...this meritorious service is not due to you..."

Mr. Xun gave him a faint look.

The meritorious elder immediately apologized and said with a smile: "It's my disciple who was reckless. I shouldn't doubt your high moral integrity and selflessness..."

Old Mr.

The meritorious elder was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and said immediately:

"Uncle Master, have mercy on me, I... the Gongxun Pavilion is very busy, I won't disturb your Qing Dynasty..."

After saying that, he stood up immediately, saluted hurriedly, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away.

Mr. Xun shook his head, then stared at the letter in his hand, muttering in his heart.

This child in Mo Hua seems to be a little different from what he remembers...