Asking about longevity

Chapter 756 The Shinto Reunion (Thank you to the leader of Xiaobaibai’s Carrot~)

This evil spirit's aura is very weak, and an ordinary monk would not be able to detect it at all.

Even Senior Brother Ma himself may not be able to notice that he has this trace of evil in him.

But there shouldn't be anything wrong...

Mo Hua thought silently in his heart.

He and the Great Wild Evil God are "old acquaintances" - although the Great Wild Evil God may not recognize him.

Then Mo Hua couldn't help but frown again.

But, why does Senior Brother Ma have the aura of the evil god on him?

Could it be that this Senior Brother Ma is one of the minions of the evil god?

Or did he just inadvertently come into contact with some statues or sacrifices of evil gods?

If this is true, it means that the evil god has already unknowingly begun to erode the sect. Not only the Golden Sect, but also the other twelve sects, the eight sects, and even the four major sects may not be spared.

If it has not eroded, it has at least begun to penetrate.

There are great desires in the human heart, and if you don't cultivate your mind, you will definitely not be able to defeat the evil gods.

"I'm afraid the situation is not good..."

Mo Hua sighed.

Also, that senior brother Ma seemed to be deliberately approaching Xiaomu.

Could he have other thoughts?

"Do you want to remind Xiaomu?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and shook his head.

Xiaomu was too innocent, and his thoughts were written all over his face. If he told him, it would be too easy for him to reveal his secrets.

That Senior Brother Ma, you can tell at a glance that Xiaomu is doubting him.

Therefore, we can’t say anything yet, so as not to alert others.

Just pay attention to it yourself.

Furthermore, this matter about Senior Brother Ma is just my suspicion. He may have just accidentally come into contact with some evil gods and ghosts, but he may not really have anything to do with the evil gods.

"I hope so..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

He raised his head again and glanced at the misty, simple and elegant, majestic Taixu Gate.

"If Tai Amen really begins to be infiltrated by evil gods..."

"What about my Taixumen?"

Mo Hua's eyes were stern, and after thinking for a moment, he realized that Taixu Sect should be fine.

If there were really signs of being infiltrated by the evil god in the Taixu Sect, he should have noticed it long ago. The disciples controlled by the evil god would not be able to escape his eyes.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good..."

Then Mo Hua was startled again.

Why?

Why are other sects, even sects like Tai'a Men, which have connections with Taixu Sect's ancestors, all showing signs of being corroded by evil gods, while Taixu Sect can "only be immune"?

Mo Hua frowned in confusion.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart. He raised his head and looked far away, looking past the long straight mountain steps, past the attic palaces with traces of time, past the mountains covered by clouds and fog, and looked towards the mountains hidden in the depths. Yes, the ancient, majestic and impressive back mountain.

A name comes to mind again:

"Taixu Divine Mind Transforms into a True Sword Technique..."

Mo Hua was startled, his eyes bright.

…

Afterwards, he returned to the disciple's residence. When it was time for dinner, Mo Hua called Yu'er and went to the dining hall together to have dinner.

Influenced by ink paintings, Yu'er also loves to eat chicken legs.

After eating, Mo Hua checked Yu'er's formation skills.

This is Wen Renwan's request.

She knew that Mo Hua's "teacher" was Mr. Xun and he had learned the formation very well, so she gave Mo Hua many good things and asked Mo Hua to help teach Yu'er how to learn the formation when he was free.

Aunt Wan treated me very well, not to mention teaching Yu'er, so Mo Hua naturally agreed.

Today's Mo Hua can be regarded as half of Yu'er's "formation master".

After practice classes, or after dinner, he would tutor Yu'er in learning formations.

Because Yu'er is young and still in the enlightenment stage, it is easy to learn, and it is also very easy to give instructions on ink painting.

And because Mo Hua was teaching, Yu'er studied very seriously and made rapid progress.

Mo Hua was very pleased.

After checking Yu'er's formation homework, Mo Hua sent Yu'er back to her room, then returned to his own room and began to formally study the "Shinto formation" that he copied from the mountains and forests.

There are a total of eighteen manuscripts of Shinto formations that he copied.

Each formation has the same internal pattern and similar formation patterns. It can be clearly seen that they are the same type of "Shinto formation".

However, in each formation, the specific formation patterns are different.

Just like the seemingly identical leaves on the same tree, they all have different textures.

It seems like……

"Shinto re-formation?"

It's right to think about it. In such a large mountain forest, the effect of a single formation must be limited.

It is necessary to combine single formations to form a complex formation of a certain size in order to better cover up the consciousness and hide the secrets.

But at most it is a resumption of formation.

The Shinto formation above the complex formation is simply impossible.

The inheritance of Shinto formations is already rare, and there are only a few formation masters who can master Shinto formations.

How could anyone have the ability to use so many Shinto formation masters and consume so much telekinesis to build a magnificent "Shinto formation"...

Being able to build a Shinto revival formation is already very good.

"So, what kind of Shinto complex is spread out in the dense forest?"

Mo Hua thought silently.

"Shinto formation" is the collective name for a type of formation. Each Shinto formation should have its own name.

Including the four-image formation.

Mo Hua has seen two sets of four-elephant formations, one is on the head of a vulture, an eagle-type four-elephant formation, and the other is on the arm of a demon cultivator, a wolf-type four-elephant formation.

Judging from its characteristics, it can be called the "Four-Eagle Pattern Formation" and the "Four-Elephant Wolf Pattern Formation".

But what about the Shinto formation?

The Shinto formations in the small fishing village and the dense forest seem to be from the same lineage, but the formation patterns of the two are different, and they should be two different types of Shinto formations.

The Shinto formation in the small fishing village is like a "door".

After closing, it can cover up some causes and effects and qi.

Covering the forehead can also isolate some evil spirits and demons.

The Shinto formation in the dense forest is like a ball of "fog".

Through the divine thought formation pattern, it weaves into a ball of divine thought fog, which is hazy and makes people's divine consciousness unable to glimpse the details under the fog.

But what are the names of these two types of formations?

Mo Hua has no idea at all.

After all, his formations were incomplete "half-baked" inheritances, and they were all "fleeced" by him, so naturally they were incomplete.

"I don't know the name of the formation..."

Mo Hua shook his head and continued to study.

He wanted to deduce and compare the eighteen different Shinto formations copied from the dense forest, and then summarize the same formations to find out the secrets.

The simple and elegant disciples were in the middle, and the lights were bright.

Mo Hua sat upright, his expression was focused, and his eyes were bright and dazzling under the light.

His spiritual consciousness was consumed bit by bit, and the derivation was advancing step by step.

The formation patterns under his pen were also gathered stroke by stroke.

At midnight, Mo Hua turned off the lights, lay on the bed, his spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and continued to deduce on the Dao stele.

The derivation on the Dao stele was several times faster.

Soon, Mo Hua had some understanding.

This is a Shinto complex formation with a relatively simple structure.

It is a bit similar to the Zimu Si Nan complex array, with a core mother array controlling multiple single sub-arrays, connected to each other to form a "fog" of divine thoughts.

The difference is that the single "sub-array" of the Zimu Si Nan complex array is the same, reproduced from the same mold.

And the "Shendao complex array" in front of him, all its "sub-arrays" are the same array, but the shape has changed.

Just like a big tree, each leaf has its own leaf veins.

And the overall structure of this array is a bit like the "Lingshu array".

Above each secondary sub-array, there is a corresponding array "sequence" to distinguish the array structure.

"In the dense forest, there are many unknown Shinto arrays, and each array is similar but special."

"It has the same array pivot structure, but has different array pattern sequences..."

"The structure of the complex array is simple, but it involves many specific array patterns, and it is very complicated..."

Mo Hua slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He figured out the general outline of these Shinto arrays.

But at this stage, he still couldn't summarize the same array structure, nor could he find the rules between these sequence array patterns.

Of course, let alone the deeper principles of the array.

However, this was only the first day, and he only copied a dozen array patterns.

The dense forest was still very large, and there were many array patterns. If he copied more and studied more, he would be able to study thoroughly and master the "fog"-like Shinto array in the dense forest.

Mo Hua nodded.

Then he took a short break and continued to deduce on the Taoist stele, wanting to get more familiar with these Shinto array patterns to see if he had any omissions or if he could get other inspirations...

...

Taixu Sect, Elder Residence.

Xun Ziyou thought deeply and decided to report to the ancestor first.

"Shinto array?"

Old Mr. Xun looked normal, but his heart sank.

How could it be a Shinto array...

The inheritance of that sect was famous for its secrets and arrays.

One is a trick, the other is a trick, two calculations of heavenly secrets, the immortal heavenly formation flow, ten thousand formations are one... but I have never heard of the inheritance of the Shinto formation.

Even the boy surnamed Zhuang, who is extremely talented and extraordinary in formation, has never used any Shinto formation in his life.

The Shinto formation itself, like the Yin-Yang formation, is an ancient formation with a very long history.

Yin-Yang is difficult to understand, the great way is simple, and its meaning is unclear.

The Shinto formation is difficult to understand in terms of spiritual awareness, tricky and unpredictable, and has unknown dangers.

Both types of formations are almost lost.

But Yin-Yang is at least still within the formation system.

The Shinto formation is unique.

To this day, ordinary cultivators, even some high-quality formation masters, may not have heard of the words "Shinto formation".

Where did Mo Hua hear it from?

And judging from the situation, he is very familiar with it?

Mr. Xun frowned, and his thoughts were mixed:

Did someone teach him? Or did he figure it out by himself?

Or was it really a special inheritance left to him by his master?

After all, their sect is unfathomable, the inheritance is too long, and the foundation is also very terrifying. The disciples of each generation are all abnormal geniuses.

Just because the boy surnamed Zhuang doesn't know it doesn't mean that there is no such inheritance.

If there is...

It means that he knew that his time was up, and before he died, he left it for Mo Hua.

Mr. Xun was filled with emotion.

Even though he was about to die, he still took so much trouble to leave such an inheritance, which shows how much that person valued Mo Hua...

With his aloof and unruly temperament, I'm afraid he has never done so much to anyone in his life...

Mr. Xun felt a little sad for a moment.

Xun Ziyou didn't know about these past events.

He saw that his ancestor's expression changed, and he was no stranger to the four words "Shinto Formation", so he guessed in his mind that this Shinto Formation was probably taught to Mo Hua privately by his ancestor because of his partiality.

But now that he thought about it, he felt it was natural.

If you don’t have enough talent, it will be useless if you pass it on.

At least if the ancestor passed this formation on to him, he would definitely not be able to learn it.

Since you can't learn it, you can't blame the ancestor for being partial.

Xun Ziyou nodded slightly.

Mr. Xun took a look at Xun Ziyou and warned:

"You are only responsible for the safety of the child in Mo Hua. Let him check, learn and figure out the formations by himself. You don't have to worry about it."

"yes."

Xun Ziyou bowed his hands and said.

…

The next day, Mo Hua went to Demon Refining Mountain early in the morning.

At this time, Elder Xun had just made tea.

Mo Hua and Elder Xun drank tea together, and then set off together to the dense forest and continued walking deeper along the route they explored yesterday.

As he walked, Mo Hua looked for trees, deduced and recorded the patterns.

Xun Ziyou couldn't understand it anyway, so he concentrated on protecting it.

However, he, as a bodyguard, has now changed from darkness to light. He does not need to be cautious and is very cautious. He has less worries and feels a lot more relaxed.

In this way, until the sun sets, the sky is filled with clouds, and night gradually falls.

The ink drawings recorded more than twenty handwritten copies of the Shinto formation patterns.

These formation patterns are raw materials. After derivation and research, we can further deepen our understanding of the Shinto formations and restore the original appearance of the formations.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Xunzi said leisurely.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

The two of them walked back along the mountain road.

The sun set little by little on the mountain, the mountains and forests were quiet, and Mo Hua was in a relaxed mood, so he walked with Elder Xun Ziyou and chatted with each other.

Ask something like: "Elder, where is your hometown?"

"Who is Mr. Xun's great-great-grandson?"

"Are you married?"

"Have you any children?"

"Our Taixu Sect, an elder in the late Golden Core stage, how much is the spiritual stone salary per month? Are there any other benefits?"

...something like that.

Xunzi sighed, there was nothing he could do with the ink painting, he could only pick some questions he could answer and answer them.

If it was really not convenient for him to answer, he would just pretend he didn't hear it.

Just like that, after walking for a while, a scream suddenly sounded:

"Ink painting!!"

Both Mo Hua and Xun Ziyou were startled. They turned around and saw not far away, a fair-faced, handsome young man wearing a splendid golden Taoist robe. His eyes were spitting fire and he was looking at them angrily.

I recognize the ink painting.

It was Song Jian, the pretty-faced disciple from Duanjinmen.

As soon as Song Jian saw the ink painting, he couldn't move his eyes away. He stared at the ink painting with his eyes and shouted angrily:

"It's enough for me to meet you!"

"Ink! Paint! I've been looking for you for a long time!"

"You find someone to beat me up, take away my spiritual sword, destroy my hard work, and lie to me! Find a big man to fight with me, and you watch from the sidelines to tease me!"

"This brush stroke, every 'blood' feud, I will never forget it in this lifetime!"

"Today, I want to avenge my shame and let you..."

There was a disciple of Duan Jinmen next to him, pulling on Song Jian's sleeves.

Song Jian shook it off impatiently.

The disciple pulled again.

Song Jian felt slightly angry, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The Duanjinmen disciple next to him winked at Song Jian and looked next to Mo Hua.

Song Jian was puzzled and followed his gaze, only to find that there was an elder standing next to Mo Hua with a silent expression.

Taixumen Jindan Elder!

Song Jian felt cold.

He spent these days looking for ink paintings all over the mountains and plains, but he never came across them.

It was not easy to meet him today. He was so angry and ecstatic that he didn't even notice that Mo Hua was accompanied by an elder from the Taixu Sect.

Moreover, he is also Elder Jindan!

Song Jian was dumbfounded.

His arrogant arrogance suddenly withered.

No matter how courageous he was, he would not dare to trouble Mo Hua in front of the elder Jindan of Taixu Sect.

"Hello, sir..."

Song Jian whispered.

A group of Duanjinmen disciples also cowered and followed suit to salute Xunzi Youyou.

"Yes." Xun Ziyou nodded slightly and said calmly, "Disciples must be gentle and polite among themselves. Even if they are not the same sect, they must not cause trouble."

"yes……"

Song Jian reluctantly said.

"Okay," Xun Ziyou didn't make it difficult for them and said, "It's getting late, so go back early."

Song Jian and others felt as if they had received an amnesty, saluted, said "Elder, farewell" in twos and threes, and hurried away in groups.

Xun Ziyou shook his head.

After they were far away, a Duanjinmen disciple said:

"Master, what should we do now?"

Song Jian gritted his teeth and said: "Despicable Mo Hua! Extremely shameless! He actually carries Elder Jindan with him!"

A disciple whispered: "Elder Jindan, you can't just carry it with you casually..."

Especially in the Demon Refining Mountain.

"This Mo Hua seems to have a high status in the sect. I'm afraid it's hard to offend..."

"Are we still going to cause trouble for him?"

A group of Song family disciples hesitated.

"Nonsense!" Song Jian said angrily, "If I don't avenge this revenge, I won't be able to swallow this breath for the rest of my life!"

"How to repay?" A disciple asked in a low voice.

Song Jian thought about it, but he couldn't think of any way to punish Mo Hua. When he looked up and saw everyone staring at him, he immediately became a little angry:

"I have my own solution! Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Yes Yes……"

A group of Song family disciples were obedient.

Song Jian was in a irritable mood and said, "Go back first and take a long-term view on Mo Hua's bastard matter. As long as he is still hanging around in the mountains, sooner or later, he will fall into my hands!"

"Then this elder..."

"How can the elder of Taixu Sect be so idle and follow him every day?"

"What if you really...follow me every day?"

Song Jian was furious: "Are you quarreling with me?"

The disciple didn't dare to speak.

Song Jian sneered, "Even if the elders follow you every day, there will always be times when you relax. As long as you keep a close eye, there will always be a chance to make a move."

"Yes, Young Master is wise..."

Song Jian dismissed this kind of flattery.

He glanced at the direction Mo Hua was leaving, feeling unwilling but helpless, and finally said coldly:

"Go back first!"

"yes."

Song Jian took the lead and the group walked down the mountain.

But he didn't notice that while he was staring at the ink painting, there was also a pair of gloomy eyes staring at him indifferently in the darkness of the mountain forest.

…

On the other side, Mo Hua asked Xun Ziyou curiously, "Elder, in Duanjin Gate, is the Song family at odds with the Jin family?"

"Yes."

"oh……"

The ink painting is thoughtful.

"By the way," Xun Ziyou said again, "That boy from the Song family seems to have a deep hatred for me. You should be careful in the mountains."

Mo Hua waved his hand, "It's okay, it's just a kid."

Xun Ziyou was stunned for a moment, speechless for a moment.

You are younger than him, right...

After walking for a while, Mo Hua's eyes flashed with cunning, and he whispered: "By the way, Elder Xun, I have a small request..."

Xun Ziyou's heart tightened.

You look like a little fox, and you can't make up your mind at first glance. Your request must not be too small.

Xun Ziyou was a little wary and said, "Tell me about it first."

Mo Hua said: "Can I take a few days off?"

"Ask for leave?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and said seriously, "The evil cultivator has ulterior motives and is hiding in this dense forest. If he is not found out soon, he may cause serious harm."

"So, I want to take a leave and restore the formation in this dense forest as soon as possible, so that I can catch the demon cultivator earlier and bring peace to Demon Refining Mountain."

Xun Ziyou looked complicated.

If he hadn't been staring at the tips of the ink paintings these days and knew what he was doing, he would almost believe it.

This child has no less than seven or eight evil thoughts in his belly.

It must not be that simple!

However, the ancestor also ordered, "Let him check the formations by himself, learn by himself, and ponder by himself..."

Mo Hua definitely didn't tell the truth about some things, but learning the formation method was indeed the truth.

Xunzi hesitated for a moment and sighed:

"Okay, I'll go talk to Elder Song."

The matter of demon cultivators really cannot be delayed.

Since Mo Hua wanted to learn the formation, he naturally wanted to help.

Mo Hua smiled brightly and said:

"Thank you, Elder Xun!"

As expected of an elder of the Taixu Sect, he is quick to do things and it is much easier to ask for leave.

Although Gu Changhuai and Uncle Gu were good, they were far inferior to Elder Xun in asking for leave for him.

Mo Hua silently compared in his heart.

Afterwards, Elder Xun successfully asked for leave for Mo Hua.

And Mo Hua can now concentrate on studying the Shinto formations in the dense forest.

His research on the Shinto formations deepened little by little, and as he copied the formations, he naturally got closer to the depths of the dense forest.

Not long after, he found traces of the demon cultivator in the dense forest.

There was a bloody stream, with demon blood drying up around it. In addition, there were a large number of skeletons and remains of demon beasts...