Asking about longevity

Dry mountain, deep and quiet.

The sunlight penetrates the deep forest, cuts into fragments, and spreads on the ground, bright and cool.

There are piles of fallen leaves on the mountain steps, which are soft when stepped on.

The inaccessible mountains reveal a different kind of tranquility.

Mo Hua stepped on the fallen leaves on the mountain steps and came to the ruined temple again.

Inside the ruined temple, it was still as dilapidated as ever.

The roof still leaked, the walls still leaked, and there was nothing on the altar, not even the sour buns. There was only old rainwater, sinking to the bottom of the bowl, making it dirty.

The clay statue of Huangshanjun has a grimace on his face.

When people are poor, life is difficult.

The mountain god is poor, and life is equally difficult.

The moment the ink painting entered the door, the smoke-like Huangshan Jun slowly floated out from the clay sculpture, bowed to the ink painting, and squeezed out a smile on his face:

"Little friendly..."

Mo Hua also looked happy and waved to it:

"Tiger, long time no see, do you miss me?"

I miss you big headed ghost.

Don't want to at all...

If you don't come, I won't have peace of mind.

Huangshan Jun thought to himself, but the smile on his face became even bigger, and he said cheerfully:

"It's natural. I haven't seen my little friend for a long time. I miss you so much. I miss you so much..."

Mo Hua nodded, very satisfied.

Huangshan Jun sighed silently in his heart.

No wonder it has been feeling uneasy since the past few days. It turns out that this "little plague god" is coming again.

But there is no way, the temple is here, and it can't escape, so it can only accept its fate.

Mo Hua glanced across the ruined temple, feeling somewhat sympathetic to Huang Shanjun's hard life, so he placed the chicken, duck, fish and other offerings he had prepared on the offering table.

Although Huangshanjun doesn't like the ink paintings, he can't refuse these chicken and duck offerings.

There were only a few people in the dry mountain, and no one came to offer sacrifices. He was so hungry that he was only a shadow.

Even if it knows that the ink painting "comes with bad intentions", it can't do anything about it.

Mo Hua laid out the offerings and asked, "By the way, does the mountain god want to eat incense?"

"Yes..." Mr. Huangshan said happily.

"That's just right," Mo Hua said, "I also brought you a stick of incense. Just wait and I will light it for you."

Huangshanjun's incense burner was in a state of disrepair. It was originally copper-colored and was covered with a layer of black mud.

Mo Hua washed the incense burner, then placed some grains on the bottom, sprinkled a layer of incense ash, then lit an incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner.

But at the moment Mo Hua inserted the incense into the incense burner with his own hands.

Huangshan Jun felt his chest was hit hard by a big hammer, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

It immediately exclaimed:

"Don't!"

Mo Hua stopped putting incense, turned his head, and looked at Huangshan Jun strangely, "Don't you want incense?"

Huangshan Jun's heart was still trembling with fear, and there was still panic in his eyes.

At that moment, he was so frightened that he nearly fainted.

It was as if this wisp of incense was as heavy as a mountain, weighing it down and suffocating it. It couldn't bear it at all.

What's the meaning……

This little friend's incense...can't he afford it? !

Huang Shanjun took a deep look at Mo Hua, then twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a forced smile:

"The little god appreciates my friend's kindness, but let's forget about the incense first. I've been hungry for too long, so just eat some of the offerings. You can't eat the incense, otherwise it will burst..."

"It's broken?" Mo Hua muttered in confusion, "Can gods be broken?"

But forget it if you don’t eat it.

Maybe I'm used to being poor and suddenly have a full meal, so I can't eat too much.

Mo Hua nodded.

"Then you eat the offerings."

Huangshan Jun bowed and said, "Thank you very much, little friend."

So in the ruined temple, on top of the clay sculpture, Huangshan Jun slowly floated out, landed on the altar table, and began to enjoy the offerings placed on the ink painting.

While he was eating, he couldn't stop looking at the ink paintings.

He also took out the "snacks" prepared for himself from the storage bag, jumped on the altar table, sat side by side with Huangshan Jun, and ate together.

Huangshan Jun secretly looked at the ink paintings while eating the offerings.

Only then did he realize that the ink painting was different from before.

The restrained aura and clear spiritual thoughts made him feel close to him, but there was also a faint sense of "majesty" that made him fearful.

Huangshan Jun was secretly shocked.

If he remembered correctly, it had only been a year...

After not seeing each other for a year, this little boy seemed to have undergone a completely different change.

What's even more outrageous is that Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is obviously stronger.

But just how strong it is... Huangshan Jun was a little unsure for a moment.

Most of people's spiritual consciousness is sealed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and only a small part is released outside.

Foundation-building monks cannot leave their bodies, so if they want to see the true nature of their consciousness, they must either lead them into a dream or invade their sea of ​​consciousness.

Huang Shanjun quietly glanced at Mo Hua.

"Led him into a dream, or invaded his sea of ​​consciousness?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately suppressed it.

Once a person seeks death, he will definitely die.

God is the same.

"Being a human being requires duty, and being a god is the same. I am no longer what I used to be, and I must be more "secure and self-disciplined"..."

Huangshan Jun thought silently in his heart.

Then it became calm and began to eat the offerings.

Mo Hua eats quickly and voraciously, but Huangshanjun is a mountain god and wants to show off, so he eats slowly and methodically.

After finishing the ink painting, I had nothing to do, so I started asking Mr. Huangshan:

"Tiger, can I ask you something about turning your spiritual thoughts into swords?"

Huangshan Jun was eating the chicken legs gracefully, and was a little surprised when he heard this, "Didn't you ask before?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Yes, I have asked, but I have thought of some other questions recently."

Before, he had no ability to transform his spiritual thoughts into swords, and was a pure amateur.

But it's different now. He knows a little bit about the Sword Transformation Technique, and he has barely crossed the threshold with one foot. He has a basic understanding, and the things he asks are naturally different.

Mr. Huangshan didn’t want to answer.

Especially about the matter of "spiritual thoughts turning into swords", this is a lifelong pain.

But cannibals have a short mouth and it is difficult for them to refuse.

What's more, the sense of majesty on Mo Hua's body became more and more serious, and it was a little afraid not to answer.

"My little friend, please ask, the little god knows everything."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and asked Mr. Huangshan some of the questions he had thought about earlier:

"Tiger, if your spiritual thoughts turn into swords, do you have to use a sword?"

"This is natural, otherwise how can it be called a 'sword' transformed by spiritual thoughts?"

"What I mean is, after turning the spiritual thought into 'sword intent', does it have to be attached to the sword energy or the spiritual sword before it can be used? Is it okay to use it directly?"

"This..." Mr. Huangshan hesitated, a little embarrassed:

"I have never learned it, and I don't know it so clearly, but the sword cultivator I fought with did use his sword to carry the sword's intention."

"Besides, even if it is possible to use sword energy without relying on sword energy or spiritual swords, one must practice the method of turning spiritual thoughts into swords to an extremely high level..."

"If you are just starting out, you have just learned everything, and you are not yet proficient in sword techniques, and then you consider not relying on sword skills and directly stimulating the sword with your divine thoughts, wouldn't it be like learning to run before you have learned to crawl?"

Mo Hua suddenly realized, "This is true..."

Sword energy and spiritual sword are like crutches.

With the crutch, it is easier to control the sword's will and activate the method of spiritual thought to turn into a sword.

Only when you have reached a deep level of practice and become proficient in swordsmanship can you consider losing your crutch and rely solely on your spiritual thoughts and sword intent to kill.

And even so, when you really encounter a strong enemy, you can't rely solely on sword power.

It is still necessary to integrate the spiritual sword, sword energy and sword intention into one, in order to exert the maximum power of Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword Art.

"Taixu's spiritual thoughts must be transformed into swords, and the 'sword' must be used as the medium..."

Mo Hua muttered in a low voice, and then asked:

"If the sword is not used as a medium, what does it look like if spiritual thoughts are transformed into a sword? Is it like this..."

Mo Hua pointed at each other and made handsome gestures in the air.

"...With a finger, with a 'swish', the divine thought turned into a sword and flew over, just like a sword?"

Mr. Huangshan touched his chin, "Probably not...but I can't remember clearly."

"Think about it carefully," Mo Hua said. "Remember what it was like when you were slashed by the sword that was transformed into a spiritual thought."

Huangshan Jun: "..."

This kid always likes to rub salt into other people's wounds.

So it endured the heartache, tried its best to recall, and dug out the almost dusty memory of the deadly battle that it didn't want to look back on.

A little bit of the past comes to mind.

Huangshan Jun's aura changed, and he no longer seemed to be a down-and-out little mountain god. There was an unfathomable power between his eyebrows.

Huangshan Jun said slowly:

"In that battle, I was contaminated by evil thoughts and lost my sanity. I fought to the death with the swordsman, almost relying on instinct."

"And that sword cultivator back then did rely on an ancient sword that cultivated life and soul for all his abilities."

"His sword intention is mighty and powerful, as if it is too empty. It is blended into the ancient sword. It is extremely sharp. With the mortal body of flesh and blood and the monk's swordsmanship, it can kill or injure a god like me."

"I'm not familiar with this sword art, but from the experience of fighting with it, it seems that the true sword art of Divine Mind Transformation itself is still a special type of sword art. It's just that the sword transformed by Divine Mind is attached to the sword. Meaning', when used, it still has to be related to the 'sword'."

"Even from the outside, it looks like ordinary swordsmen are using swordsmanship."

"Only gods or monks who are proficient in the way of spiritual thoughts can see the power of this..."

Mo Hua sighed, a little disappointed, "After all, swordsmanship is still indispensable..."

This is considered his weakest point.

Although his sword control is very powerful, Mo Hua also knows in his heart that his "sword control" is just superficial. In essence, it is not a sword skill, but a method of "controlling objects with spiritual thoughts". It just looks like a sword control. Just a sword.

"Not really..."

Huangshan Jun frowned.

Mo Hua was startled, "What do you mean?"

Huangshan Jun tried his best to think about it again, his eyes were solemn, and then he said in surprise:

"I remembered that when I fought with that sword cultivator, I became so ferocious that I once slapped his ancient sword away."

"The sword cultivator lost his ancient sword. Without the sword to rely on, he was immediately at a disadvantage. I wanted to take the opportunity to kill them all and rush towards them. At this moment, the sword cultivator's eyes lit up..."

Mo Hua was startled, "Eye?"

"Yes," Mr. Huangshan nodded, "...his eyes lit up, as if there was a condensed sword light in his eyes, which was extremely sharp. I only glanced at it, and then I felt my eyes stinging, and my whole body was like a sword. Pain..."

"And taking advantage of this gap, the sword cultivator used his spiritual consciousness to control the sword, recalled the ancient sword in his hand, reorganized his posture, and started fighting with me again."

"But the move that condensed the sword light in his eyes was only used once at this critical moment. After that, I fought with him to the death, and even when we were exhausted, he never used it again."

"That is to say..." Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "The true art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords, even if you don't use a sword, can you still use your 'eyes' to display the killing sword intention?"

Huangshan Jun shook his head, "I don't know, I just saw that person use this trick, but it was only once."

"I don't even know if this is the true secret of spiritual thoughts turning into swords..."

But no matter what Huangshan Jun said, Mo Hua had already considered this idea on his own.

Eyes, sword light, killing...

But he didn't understand, so he asked Mr. Huangshan:

"Why eyes? Not mouth, nose, or ears? Because eyes are the windows of consciousness?"

Huangshan Jun nodded and said: "Yes, the monk's spiritual consciousness is stored in the sea of ​​consciousness and can be sensed outside the body through external release. And for a monk, the place where the spiritual consciousness is strongest is the eyes."

"Human eyes are the doors and windows of divine thoughts."

"On the other hand, the flaw in a monk's spiritual consciousness actually lies in his eyes."

"Some evil spirits like to seduce people's souls. They may deceive the ears with devilish sounds or tempt the nose with demonic fragrances. But the most insurmountable method to prevent them is the color in the eyes."

"There are some ghosts. As long as you look at them, your soul will be taken away."

Mo Hua suddenly realized, "So that's it..."

He silently noted it down and decided to go back and try to see if he could practice the sword light in his eyes.

If the sword light could be released, even the "sword" would be unnecessary.

Mo Hua also wanted to ask about other things about spiritual thoughts turning into swords.

It's just that no matter how hard he "forces" Huangshan Jun to recall the unbearable past, he can't get any more clues.

Huangshanjun is pitiful.

Mo Hua could no longer force himself, so he asked another question:

"Tiger, what is the path that the gods take?"

Gods are born according to the Tao. Although they live long, they cannot live forever.

Since one cannot live forever, one must attain Taoism and seek immortality in order to truly live as long as heaven and earth.

In this case, gods also want to practice "Tao"?

"What kind of 'Tao' is the Tao cultivated by gods?"

"Is it the way to advance spiritual thoughts and constantly change?"

Huangshan Jun said: "I don't know what the monk said, but according to the inheritance of the gods, the so-called qualitative change of spiritual thoughts refers to the process of spiritual thoughts advancing and constantly 'integrating' with the Tao, which means...'Tao change'."

Taoism? !

Mo Hua's expression was shocked.

He suddenly remembered that he had swallowed the divine marrow before and integrated divinity and humanity into one. It seemed that he had received some "revelation" from somewhere, and this word appeared in his mind almost instinctively:

"The transformation of divine thoughts!"

These four words seem to be engraved in the "spiritual essence", and they appear naturally with the understanding of the great road.

It seems like a kind of...

The inheritance of the gods?

And more than that...

Mo Hua vaguely remembered that a long time ago, in a barren mountain, he had killed a trafficker leader in black.

This leader is parasitized by a ram-horned demon related to the Great Wild Evil God.

This demon should be a divine corpse. It seemed to have said something like this to itself:

"...You have the foundation of spiritual transformation, but why is your spiritual essence so weak?"

"Why are there no signs of the 'Food Sacrifice'?"

“Why is humanity so full but divinity so little?”

"This is impossible……"

When he first heard these words, he knew very little about the way of the gods, and he had no idea about these terms, so he didn't take them to heart for a while.

But now that everything is connected, Mo Hua understands a little bit...

The so-called way of gods is the process of "Taoizing" the gods' own spiritual thoughts?

Then he also unknowingly transformed his consciousness into Taoism?

Mo Hua frowned and murmured:

"...the transformation of divine consciousness?"

After Huangshan Jun heard this, he shook his head and corrected: "It's not the Taoization of 'divine consciousness', it's the Taoization of 'spiritual thought'."

Mo Hua was startled and didn't understand, "Is there any difference?"

Huangshan Jun said: "The monk's spiritual consciousness is called 'spiritual consciousness'. In addition, all the thoughts in the world are called 'spiritual thoughts', and among all kinds of divine thoughts, the gods are especially respected."

"Only the gods' spiritual thoughts can be 'Taoized', so it is called 'spiritual transformation'. The monks' spiritual consciousness cannot."

Mo Hua asked quietly: "Are there no exceptions?"

Huangshan Jun shook his head firmly, "Humans are human beings, and gods are gods. If there are exceptions, wouldn't it mean that humans and gods are indistinguishable? This is not in line with the laws of Dao..."

After it finished speaking, it glanced at the ink painting and was suddenly stunned.

All kinds of weird signs on the ink paintings came to mind little by little...

Huangshan Jun's heart suddenly jumped, "You can't be..."

Mo Hua looked innocent, "What about me?"

Huangshan Jun was stunned for a moment.

What is he?

He is a mortal, but his spiritual thoughts have become Taoist?

No... this shouldn't be possible. It has never heard of such a horrifying thing in its long life.

Ultimately, how can a mortal monk transform his spiritual thoughts and complete his "Tao transformation"?

This requires not only a massive amount of divine consciousness, a qualitative change in divine thoughts, an understanding of the "Tao", but also the extremely rare "Marrow of the Gods"...

Even for gods, it is difficult to further "Taoize" them.

Let alone a little monk.

Huangshan Jun was relieved and sighed: "It's nothing."

It's because I think too much...

Mo Hua blinked and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He was afraid that if he asked again, he would be exposed.

Even though Huangshanjun is in such a state of desolation, he has lived a long time and has a lot of experience. If you tell him more, he might be able to guess it.

Mo Hua doesn't know the pros and cons of "the transformation of spiritual consciousness into Taoism".

What if it is some terrible taboo that cannot be disclosed, and cannot be known to anyone, even any god.

Once it is disclosed, it will cause a great disaster.

And Huang Shanjun guessed it again...

Then he has no choice but to silence him!

Mo Hua sighed.

He doesn't have many gods as friends.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, he really doesn't want to lose this "good friend".

Huang Shanjun suddenly felt a cold wind blowing, and his neck was chilled.

He couldn't help but glance at Mo Hua, and said a little nervously:

"My friend, are you..."

"Nothing." Mo Hua smiled and comforted, then looked up at the sky, and said: "It's getting late, I have to go, there are things to do next..."

Huang Shanjun felt relieved.

It seemed that the bloody guillotine that was hanging over his head just now was removed just like that.

"My friend, take care!" Huang Shanjun said with a smile.

Mo Hua nodded and walked out, but when one foot stepped out of the door, he suddenly turned back and looked at Huang Shanjun.

Huang Shanjun's heart tightened, and he smiled awkwardly: "My friend, is there anything else?"

Mo Hua looked around and asked: "Shanjun, your temple is too dilapidated, do you want me to find someone to repair it?"

Huang Shanjun looked a little stern, and hurriedly said: "My friend, I appreciate your kindness, but although this temple is dilapidated, leaking wind and rain, I am used to living in it."

"As the saying goes, big temples are for big gods, small temples are for small gods, and this dilapidated temple is just for my downtrodden little mountain god."

"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded, and his eyes suddenly condensed when he looked at Huang Shanjun, and he said slowly:

"Shanjun, are you... hiding from something?"

As soon as these words came out, Huang Shanjun's face changed instantly.