Asking about longevity

Xunzi entered the elder's room and breathed a sigh of relief silently.

He didn't expect that he would suddenly come to discuss matters with his ancestor, and suddenly bump into Mo Hua at the door.

The ancestor's room is not allowed to be peered into by spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, he never expected that Mo Hua would suddenly come out of the house.

In this way, he, the "peeper", collided with the real owner.

Xun Ziyou still felt a little guilty.

But fortunately, he was a late-stage Jindan monk who had lived for two or three hundred years. With his city and experience at his disposal, he calmed down the strange look on his face in just a moment, pretending not to recognize the ink paintings, and finally passed the test.

"It should be fine..."

Xun Ziyou said silently in his heart.

It’s just a meeting. No matter how smart this kid is, he won’t be able to detect anything...

And just now, he also saluted himself respectfully and called himself an elder, as if he was responsible for his duties.

Xun Ziyou nodded slightly.

He walked into the inner room and presented a jade slip to Mr. Xun.

"The restructuring has basically been decided..."

"Daoting is already going through the process."

"The specific regulations are still being discussed, but generally speaking, it is nothing more than determining the order of the sect through the ranking of the Dao Discussion Conference."

"Use this to reshuffle the cards and re-negotiate the quotas for the four major sects, the eight gates, and the twelfth stream."

"At the same time, we will use this restructuring to change the sect system in Qianxue Prefecture and improve the status of the 'four major sects' and their share of the Qianlong Mountain Spiritual Mine."

"In other words, after the sect's restructuring, the names of the four major sects are more important than ever!"

"Whoever can grab the quota of the four major sects from the existing four major sects will also have the authority of the new 'four major sects', as well as the huge spiritual stone interests of Qianlong Ling Mine."

"Of course, if you can't grab it, then these are still the existing 'four majors'."

Mr. Xun's eyes were slightly solemn.

Xun Ziyou sighed:

"This is a clear plan..."

"This is a trap set by the four major sects in order to pave the way for themselves to step by step become a true sect giant not inferior to the Daozhou Dao Sect."

"With such a big piece of fat in front of you, other sects, even if they know that the risks are high and the chances of winning are small, will still want to take a gamble."

"Before losing, everyone thought they would win."

Xun Ziyou felt a little emotional.

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

Yes, before losing, everyone thought they would win...

But now he also wants to gamble.

It’s impossible not to gamble.

Mr. Xun frowned.

He had been feeling restless in recent days, and when he had time to do some calculations, he found that the seemingly peaceful situation was unpredictable, and no matter how he calculated it, it was still a fog.

This is very strange.

Generally speaking, whether it is good or bad, you can always calculate something.

Although Mr. Xun knew that he was not proficient in celestial arithmetic, his karma compass was not a good one, and his calculations might not be accurate, but he was not at all unable to calculate.

Not a single trace.

This shows that Tianji Karma is locked by something.

There is a "person" here, and I don't want him to figure out anything...

Or, I don’t want everyone to be able to figure it out.

Being able to deceive the secrets of cause and effect in front of him, a cave monk, I am afraid there is a "terrible" existence hidden behind this matter.

Mr. Xun had some vague suspicions in his heart, but he was not sure yet.

After all, some things are too long ago.

Some terrifying existences have long been forgotten.

Today's monks have been in peace for too long and have long lost their sense of awe.

Ignorant of sorrows, I die in happiness, and I lack fear of the real horrors of the world.

Now the situation is complicated on the surface, and evil motives are surging secretly.

I'm still thinking of protecting myself Mingzhe, but I'm afraid that won't work.

Then you can only gamble.

Mr. Xun's eyes were slightly sharp, and then he asked: "How long will the sect's restructuring last?"

This kind of major restructuring cannot happen overnight. There are too many families and sects involved, the interests involved are too great, and the impact is too deep. It must take a long time to promote and implement it bit by bit.

Xunzi said leisurely: "It is said that it will last for ten years and three Taoism conferences, and the restructuring will be implemented step by step until it is finally settled."

Xun Ziyou hesitated for a moment and then said:

"But having said that, I'm afraid that starting from the next Taoism Conference, the knife will start to be used."

"The next one will be a matter of life and death."

"It doesn't even have to be the last one, the situation has already been decided. In ten years, the last Taoism Conference is just the 'coronation' of the winner..."

Xun Ziyou's tone was solemn.

"Ten years, three terms..." Mr. Xun looked solemnly, and then murmured, "I hope this child... can make it in time..."

…

Mo Hua returned to his disciple's residence and practiced as usual.

When he had free time, he sorted out all the formations he had learned.

From the first-level Jue Formation to the second-level Five Elements Bagua Formation, Yuan Magnetic Formation, and the Shinto formations obtained from a small fishing village, I reviewed them all.

And began to think about the formation system as a whole and the differences between formation types.

This can be regarded as an advanced understanding of the battle method.

Ordinary formation masters at his age and level would not be able to come into contact with them, let alone learn so many formations.

The number of formations that Mo Hua masters is more than ten times or even dozens of times that of ordinary formation masters.

The difficulty of the formation he understood was even higher.

After learning a lot, we should summarize and generalize, try to unify the array into one, at least reflect each other and draw inferences from one instance to another.

Otherwise, if we only learn without summarizing, no matter how much we learn, it will be nothing but a mess.

But this kind of summarization and understanding is not something that can be done overnight.

There are many types of arrays, as vast as the sea of ​​smoke.

If we really want to summarize them all, integrate them, and turn them into one, just thinking about it will know that this must be a very huge and difficult task.

It will take a lot of time and energy.

At the same time, we have to learn too many arrays.

Mo Hua estimated that he might not be able to do it in his lifetime.

But all difficult and great things are not simple.

The road is right in front of us. Even if the road is long and far away, and we can't see the end, we must go step by step.

The cultivator is dedicated to seeking the way.

Even if he can't reach the end until his death, he will fall on the road of seeking the road.

But we should not be afraid of the difficulty of the road, and keep wandering at the starting point until time is wasted and the body and the Tao are gone.

With this thought, Mo Hua's Tao heart became a little firmer.

He began to calm down and sort out the formations.

Other formations were fine, Mo Hua learned a lot and practiced them well.

But only the "Shinto formation", although Mo Hua could draw it and practiced it often when he had nothing to do, but vaguely felt that he had not comprehended the true meaning of this kind of formation.

The Shinto formation obtained from the small fishing village was relatively complete, but it was too superficial.

Mo Hua only knew that this kind of formation had the effect of "isolating" and "sealing" the divine consciousness to a certain extent.

It could seal the sea of ​​consciousness and prevent the invasion of weaker evil spirits.

To a certain extent, it could also restrain evil spirits.

But the effect was not strong.

It was okay to deal with ordinary evil spirits, but not with stronger ones.

Evil gods, or even the existence of evil god skeletons, were out of the question.

So it is useful, but also a bit useless, and it can't achieve the effect that Mo Hua expected.

Moreover, Mo Hua always feels that there is still a barrier between his understanding of the Shinto formation.

It is like a mountain between two different fields.

The same is true for the knowledge of formation.

This barrier is this "mountain".

So although Mo Hua can draw these Shinto formation patterns, he has always been vague and half-understood in his mind.

It is far from the clear and thorough feeling when drawing other formations.

Mo Hua has a vague guess.

This kind of "Shinto formation" seems to involve some complex formation principles and great laws like the absolute formation...

Mo Hua thinks it is very likely.

It's just that he has too few inheritances of Shinto formations in his hands now, so he can't learn more, comprehend, and verify his guess.

Mo Hua sighed, thinking:

"There is almost nothing to learn..."

"Let's talk about it after this year..."

"After the New Year, I will see if I can talk to Mr. Xun and release my "house arrest", so that I can go out to find evil gods, eat monsters, and have a "tooth feast". "

"Even if I can't find the Shinto formation, I can improve my "food", feed the "heavenly law" in my sea of ​​consciousness, and remove the restrictions on the growth of my sea of ​​consciousness..."

...

In the days that followed, Mo Hua calmed down and lived a stable life.

It was just a day off, so Mo Hua went to the Demon Refining Mountain to practice sword.

After practicing for most of the day, he killed two eagle monsters. When it was almost dusk, he just wanted to go back to the sect, but he found a commotion in the distance.

Mo Hua was a little surprised. When he got closer, he found a group of fellow disciples gathered together.

Some people took pills, some people mixed medicine juice, and some people took golden needles.

And there was a person lying on the ground, it was Cheng Mo.

He was pale, his lips were dry, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and there was a bloody wound on his chest, bleeding.

Mo Hua's face darkened and he asked:

"What happened?"

Ouyang Mu, who was anxious next to him, felt guilty when he heard this and murmured:

"It's all my fault..."

Situ Jian shook his head and said, "It's none of your business..."

Situ Jian's face was pale and his breath was a little weak. It was obvious that his spiritual power was too much. There were also some scratches on his Taoist robe, but fortunately there were no obvious injuries.

Situ Jian sighed and explained the whole story to Mo Hua:

"Junior Brother Ouyang needs some fox demon hair, claws and bones to refine the sword. Cheng Mo was free, so he volunteered to catch the demon, and I followed him..."

"It was fine at the beginning, everything went well."

"We found a rare blood-charming fox."

"This kind of fox demon is very rare even in this demon-refining mountain full of demon beasts, and there is no ready-made strategy. But everyone has killed many demon beasts and has experience. Just follow the process and copy it."

"Hao Xuan buried the trap and set up the formation, so we ambushed it."

"When the blood-charming fox fell into the trap, triggered the formation, and was seriously injured, Cheng Mo and I rushed out and wanted to kill the demon fox."

"It seemed that we were about to succeed, but we didn't expect that this demon fox could actually use the art of charm."

"The art of charm?" Mo Hua was stunned.

"Yes," Situ Jian nodded, "Some monsters are born with the talent to charm the spiritual consciousness of cultivators."

"It can make cultivators hallucinate, lose their spiritual consciousness, or give rise to all kinds of desires..."

Even though Mo Hua was born as a monster hunter and had rich experience in hunting monsters, he had only heard of this kind of monster, but had never seen it.

"And one of you was charmed?"

"It was hit a little bit," said Situ Jian, "This blood-charming fox is not yet an adult, only the second-grade initial stage, and its charm is not strong. Although it made Cheng Mo and I feel a little dazed, we reacted before it could kill."

"My Taoist robe was torn a few times, but it's not a big deal."

"Cheng Mo was injured, but only the flesh."

Mo Hua frowned, looked at Cheng Mo lying on the ground, his face as white as paper, bleeding, and couldn't help asking:

"What happened to him?"

Situ Jian looked solemn, "We were charmed by the blood-charming fox, and our consciousness was dazed for a moment, then we came back to our senses and immediately joined forces to kill this fox demon, but at this moment, a 'monster' suddenly jumped out of the jungle..."

Mo Hua's eyes condensed, "Monster?"

Situ Jian frowned and said, "It's a monster. It doesn't look like a monster, but it doesn't look like a human, or "It looks like both a monster and a human."

"It can stand on two feet or crawl on all fours. It has a huge body, wrapped in black cloth, and its whole body is black. It is hard to see its appearance. Only its two eyes are blood red..."

"This monster suddenly came out, with sharp claws and a fishy wind. Everyone was caught off guard."

"Cheng Mo was the first to stand in front of everyone and fought with the monster."

"But the monster was too strong. After just one encounter, Cheng Mo's chest was cut open."

"We rushed forward to support. The monster saw that there were so many people, roared, and didn't want to fight. It grabbed the body of the blood fox and ran into the mountains..."

"Cheng Mo was seriously injured and needed timely treatment. Moreover, the monster was too strong and elusive. We didn't dare to chase him. We could only bring Cheng Mo back first..."

Situ Jian sighed deeply.

Mo Hua's brows were getting more and more furrowed. He glanced at Cheng Mo, who was dying, and asked, "How is Cheng Mo's injury?"

A disciple who was proficient in alchemy said:

"He lost too much blood, but he was rescued in time. He was given hemostatic powder and pills to strengthen his body and restore blood. He is a physical cultivator and has a good physical foundation. It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Send him back to the sect later, and ask Elder Murong to help take a look to avoid future troubles."

"That's it..."

The disciple was a little confused, "There are very strange demonic powers left in his wounds. These demonic powers may be difficult to remove..."

"Demonic power?" A disciple was surprised, "That monster is half human and half demon, could it be... a demon cultivator?"

"But this demon refining mountain is only for disciples of the sect, and before entering the mountain, they will be checked by the elders. How could a demon cultivator sneak in?" Another disciple said.

Everyone was puzzled.

Mo Hua was thoughtful.

Demon cultivators...

Only disciples of the sect can enter...

Avoid inspection...

He pondered for a moment and said to Situ Jian: "Where did you get attacked by that 'monster'? Take me to see it."

Situ Jian nodded, "I'll take you there."

Ouyang Mu said, "I'll go too."

He felt a little guilty, "If I didn't need the fox demon's materials to refine the sword, Brother Cheng Mo wouldn't have been injured."

Mo Hua comforted him, "This has nothing to do with you."

But Ouyang Mu was a bit stubborn, still looking self-blaming, wanting to do something.

At this time, Linghu Xiao on the side said:

"I'll go and see it."

Linghu Xiao and Xiao Mu have a good relationship.

He is a sword cultivator, and Xiao Mu is a swordsmith.

Xiao Mu also maintains and repairs Linghu Xiao's spiritual sword for him.

Both of them deal with swords and have similar temperaments.

Xiao Mu's cultivation strength is average. If they really face each other, he can hit Cheng Mo into a seriously injured "monster". He will definitely be in danger.

Although Linghu Xiao didn't say it explicitly, he obviously wanted to help Xiao Mu.

Moreover, this monster that was neither human nor demon was a strong enemy.

Linghu Xiao practiced swordsmanship and wanted to meet it.

"Okay." Mo Hua nodded, "Linghu will go with us, as for Xiao Mu..."

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, "You and everyone else should send Cheng Mo back to Taixu Gate. Don't worry about other things, and don't take them to heart."

"Cheng Mo is thick-skinned, it's okay..."

Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Let's go." Mo Hua said, "Hao Xuan, Brother Yang, you can follow us too."

"Okay."

So Situ Jian led the way in front, followed by Mo Hua, Hao Xuan, Yang Qianjun and Linghu Xiao. The five of them followed the mountain path, passed through the jungle, and came to the place where they were attacked.

There was a large pool of blood on the ground.

Part of it was light pink, with a hint of demonic power, it was the blood of the Blood Charm Fox;

The other part was crimson, mostly solidified, it was Cheng Mo's blood.

The situation was clear, and it was exactly as Situ Jian said.

In addition, there was a bloodstain and a drag mark on the ground, extending all the way to the forest.

It was obvious that the "monster" dragged the corpse of the Blood Charm Fox into the forest and disappeared into the depths.

Mo Hua's eyes condensed slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"Let's go into the forest and take a look."

Situ Jian and the others looked at each other and nodded.

So the group walked carefully into the depths of the forest...