Asking about longevity

Chapter 801 Little Fairy Boy (Additional update for the Silver Alliance of Mr. Mubai Jinyu~)

Who is this little fairy boy?

Where did it come from?

The ink painting makes no impression at all.

"When did this happen?"

Old Yutou said: "More than a year later, after Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi were rescued, the villagers opened a shrine, erected a statue, and offered incense in the back village."

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, "Can you take me to see it?"

"This is natural, but..." Old Yutou said hesitantly, "My dear friend, aren't you in a hurry?"

"I'm just going to take a look and leave after watching it."

"Well."

Old Yu nodded, and asked his two grandsons, Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi, to look after the house, and then led the way, taking Mo Hua to the back village.

Houcun is still the same as before, with few residents.

The well leading to the bloody fishing village is still there. Of course, the formation that opened the entrance has been obliterated by the ink painting.

Not far from the well, a small shrine was carved out of the mountain wall.

In front of the shrine, a small offering table was set up with some melon and fruit offerings, and a small clay sculpture was placed in the middle.

Mo Hua looked at the clay sculpture and fell into deep thought.

This clay sculpture is of a "little fairy boy". The workmanship is relatively rough. It was obviously made by the fishing cultivators themselves, but it looks pretty good. It carries a golden sword on its back and sits in the shrine with a fairy air. It looks very majestic. .

The key is that the appearance and eyebrows of this clay sculpture look very familiar to the ink painting...

The expression in the ink painting was subtle, so he asked Lao Yutou:

"Why do you want to erect this clay sculpture of a fairy boy?"

Old Yutou looked solemn and said slowly: "To be honest, my benefactor, the monks in our village had a nightmare together..."

"In the nightmare, there is a big fish monster. Its head is as big as a temple, its whiskers are as thick as trees, its fangs are white and its body is bloody. It looks very scary. It eats people everywhere."

"Just when this fish monster was doing something evil, a little immortal descended from the sky."

"This little fairy, covered in golden light, came out of the air, holding a golden sword in his hand, which was shining brightly. He subdued the big fish monster with his backhand, then raised the sword and lowered it. With a flash of golden light, he chopped off the head of the fish monster. In addition to this disaster, our fishing village also escaped a great disaster..."

When Old Yutou said this, he looked happy, and then sighed:

"But this little immortal only showed his figure in dreams, and came and went without a trace. After killing the fish monster, he disappeared."

"We are grateful for this little immortal's kindness, so we built a shrine for him here, erected a statue, and placed offerings during every year and festival."

“If the year is bad, the wind and waves are too strong, or something strange happens, I will come here to burn a stick of incense and pay homage to this little immortal holding a golden sword, asking him to keep the weather smooth and the whole place safe... …”

Mo Hua was stunned.

The things that Old Yutou said are all things he has done...

Been making trouble for a long time...

The fairy boy is actually myself?

The mood of the ink painting is a little subtle.

He was a little curious, so he secretly asked Lao Yutou, "If you worship me... if you worship this little immortal, is it really useful?"

Old Yutou nodded repeatedly, "It's useful, it's useful!"

"real?"

"That's natural," Old Yutou said with awe on his face, "If it's raining continuously, if you worship this little fairy boy, it will clear up soon; if you can't catch any fish, if you worship this little fairy boy, the weather will change; as Yu Lao Er said, When he was going down the river, a water monster bit his leg and he was almost dragged into the river. However, he was lucky and managed to save his life. He came back and said that it was a good thing that he came to pay homage to the little immortal before he went into the water. , otherwise I’m afraid my life will be lost…”

"The village head, the old Zhao family, had a daughter-in-law who had difficulty giving birth, so she came to pay homage to this little fairy boy to keep her mother and child safe..."

Ink painting: "..."

He didn't even know that he was so powerful and could keep his mother and son safe...

"Isn't there a time when it doesn't work?" Mo Hua asked again.

Old Yutou thought for a while, "Occasionally, but it must be because we are not sincere enough, or too greedy, and we are too demanding, so the little fairy ignores us..."

"The little immortal must be very busy too. He can't take care of us all the time. He helps us because it's a matter of affection. If he doesn't help, it's also his duty. We can't feel resentful."

"The human heart is not as good as a snake swallowing an elephant. If you are too greedy, you will be punished."

Old Yutou looked serious and understood deeply.

Mo Hua nodded.

I have to say that Lao Yutou's rhetoric is quite logical.

Mo Hua stared at the majestic "little immortal" who was holding a golden sword and receiving incense in the shrine again, and a question suddenly emerged in his mind:

"Can I really eat incense?"

He remembered Huangshan Jun said that only gods can eat incense.

I am a living person, how can I eat incense?

Moreover, he had no special feelings during the days when he was worshiped as a "little fairy boy" by the villagers of the small fishing village.

If you can't eat incense, where will the incense go?

Some kind of cause and effect?

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out. He stared at his clay sculpture again. Suddenly his mind moved slightly and his eyes were surprised, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he said to Lao Yutou:

"I've finished reading. It's getting late. Uncle Yu, I'll go back first."

"My dear benefactor, go slowly," Old Yutou said, "I will see you off."

Old Yutou personally delivered the ink paintings to the head of the village and watched the ink paintings go away. Then he returned home and told his two grandsons:

"Put away the things your benefactor gave you carefully."

The two children tied the water-repelling jade given by Mo Hua around their necks with great care.

Old Yu nodded and said, "Don't look at the young age of the benefactor, but he is a disciple of a large sect, with superior inheritance, vision, knowledge and ability, all of which are first-class."

"You must remember what he said in your heart and never forget it."

"Also..." Old Yu sighed and said with emotion:

"Although we are casual cultivators and live in poverty, we must also be righteous."

"I am old, and this is how my life is. I have no ability and cannot repay the kindness of the benefactor, but you two children are different. You are still young and have a long way to go in the future..."

"If you succeed in cultivating Taoism in the future, you must find a way to repay this great kindness."

The two little grandsons nodded seriously:

"Well, grandpa, we remember it!"

"Okay."

Old Yu nodded with satisfaction.

...

At this time, in the back village of the small fishing village.

In front of the shrine of the little fairy, incense was curling, and there was no one around.

Mo Hua, who had already left, gradually showed up again.

He stared at the shrine with deep eyes for a few more times, and then slowly said, "Come out."

There was no movement in the shrine.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

Just when he was a little impatient, a silver light flashed in the shrine, and a small pure white silver fish swam out tremblingly, nodding to Mo Hua, as if it was bowing.

At the same time, a slender and crisp voice came into Mo Hua's ears.

"Greetings, benefactor..."

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

He only knew that there was something secretly hidden in his shrine, but he didn't expect it to be a small silver fish.

Moreover, the fish's mind was pure, without a trace of evil breath.

Recalling the cause and effect, Mo Hua understood.

"You are... the river god that I killed before?"

The little silver fish trembled all over and whispered: "In reply to the benefactor, it is..."

"No..." Mo Hua frowned, "Old Yu called me benefactor because I saved him, but I chopped you, why do you call me 'benefactor'?"

The little silver fish whispered: "The benefactor killed me, but also saved me, and showed mercy and spared my life..."

"Showed mercy?"

Mo Hua was stunned, and then he remembered...

When he killed the evil river god, he did find a bloody fish when he searched its altar.

At that time, he wanted to crush it to death.

It was this little fish that shook its body desperately, shaking off the dirty blood and water, revealing its silver-white body.

Mo Hua found that there was no bloody aura on it, nor was it polluted by evil aura, so he spared its life with kindness.

And the little fish also turned into a silver light and swam away, and no one knew where it swam to.

It turned out to be the little fish at that time.

Mo Hua suddenly realized and asked again: "What is your origin?"

Little Silver Fish whispered:

"To be honest with you, I was originally the river god of Yanshui River, protecting the land and water, relying on the incense offerings of fishermen to continue the Shinto..."

"Later one day, a terrible evil god invaded my temple, polluted my divine thoughts, and finally even slaughtered the entire fishing village, completely destroying the foundation of my Shinto..."

"I have no foundation and can only become a puppet of the evil god. Over the years, I have degenerated little by little, leaving only this trace of clarity."

"Originally, this trace of 'clear' divine thoughts was about to disappear. At this time, the young master killed the evil god and cut off my fallen divine body, and let me go. Even the shrine I am living in now is yours, and I eat your incense."

"The young master really has the 'favor of rebirth' for me, so he is naturally my 'benefactor'."

Mo Hua was a little stunned.

He himself did not expect that he had done so many good things without realizing it...

"Cut off the divine drive, leaving a trace of divine thoughts..."

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

This is similar to Huang Shanjun.

Huang Shanjun was corrupted and embarked on the evil path. The predecessor of Taixu Sect used divine thoughts to turn swords, cut off the powerful divine drive, and left a trace of pure divine thoughts. Only then was he "reborn" and became a downtrodden mountain god.

This little silver fish is the same.

It's just that it was cut by itself.

"Then are you still a river god now?" Mo Hua asked.

The little silver fish nodded its head, "I still have some authority as a river god, but most of the magical powers and the memory of the gods have been cut off..."

"Cut off?" Mo Hua was slightly startled, and asked again: "Do you still remember the things before? The divine powers of the gods, and the matter of the evil god who polluted you."

The little silver fish shook his head, "I don't remember most of them after being cut off."

"Okay..."

Mo Hua felt a little sorry.

He still wanted to know how the evil god fell and how the gods could cultivate their magical powers.

Especially the blood sea magical power of the river god, which impressed him deeply.

Now it seems that there is no chance.

Gods are born with the Tao.

This Tao seems to include both some abilities and some memories.

The two complement each other and are innate.

But if they are killed, they will be lost together.

Mo Hua thought silently in his heart.

Xiao Yinyu suddenly felt ashamed and whispered: "Please forgive me, benefactor, I stole your 'incense'..."

"It's okay, you eat it." Mo Hua said generously.

Anyway, he couldn't eat it himself.

"However, since you have received the incense and the karma, you must keep this fishing village safe."

"Don't worry about greedy people, and don't force things you can't do, but don't be lazy about things you can do."

"Also, don't go down the wrong path again..."

Mo Hua warned.

The little whitebait got Mo Hua's approval, happily wagging its tail and nodding:

"Thank you so much, my benefactor. The little god will definitely remember your benefactor's teachings!"

Mo Hua nodded.

"Okay, it's time for me to go."

Little Silver Fish said respectfully: "My dear friend, please go slowly."

Mo Hua glanced at the little immortal's shrine again, then turned and left.

Seeing that Mo Hua had left, the little whitebait quietly hid in the shrine, hiding behind the majestic little immortal statue, and ate the incense from Mo Hua peacefully.

Most gods, once they go astray and their sacred ways are destroyed, they will immediately die.

It's a blessing to have one life left behind.

Not to mention, after leaving a life behind, you can still have a shrine to live in, eat incense, and re-consolidate your divine status. This is an even greater kindness.

The little whitebait ate the incense and felt grateful.

…

Mo Hua didn't delay any longer and took the carriage directly back to Taixu Gate.

After returning to Taixumen, Mo Hua sent a letter to Gu Changhuai:

"Uncle Gu, is the Dragon Crossing the River still alive?"

After a while, Gu Changhuai replied:

"Alive."

Mo Hua: "Are you alive?"

Gu Changhuai: "...are you looking forward to his death?"

"No, I thought that since he had so many secrets and leaked a lot of information, he would definitely be killed in a Taoist prison. I didn't expect that his life was quite tough..." Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai: "I'm watching."

You will die when it's time to die, and there's no point in watching...

Mo Hua whispered in his heart.

But he didn't say it, otherwise he would definitely be resented by the petty Uncle Gu.

Gu Changhuai was a little alert, "Why did you suddenly ask about the Dragon Crossing the River?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and asked, "Uncle Gu, do you know about Baihua Valley?"

Gu Changhuai: "What's the matter?"

Mo Hua: "It's just that a senior sister committed suicide."

Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.

Could it be that this kid has long ears? How come he can find out about everything...

Gu Changhuai said "hmm".

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Uncle Gu, you actually know?"

Gu Changhuai emphasized, "I am Daoting Si Diansi."

"Isn't it being ignored?"

Gu Changhuai hesitated and said angrily: "It's Dianji who was ignored!"

Mo Hua then asked: "Then you went to Baihua Valley to check?"

"No..." Gu Changhuai said, "Men are not allowed to enter Baihua Valley, and neither are people from Daotingsi."

Mo Hua: "Then Dao Tingsi just doesn't care?"

Gu Changhuai: "I will take care of it."

Mo Hua was puzzled, "Didn't it say that men are not allowed to enter?"

Gu Changhuai couldn't help but asked: "Is there a possibility that Daotingsi also has a female Diansi?"

Mo Hua was shocked, "There is also a female Diansi? Who is it?"

Gu Changhuai: "You don't know him who was transferred from outside, and you wouldn't even know if he told me."

"Oh..." Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he asked, "Why did you suddenly recruit Nv Dian from outside..."

"Stop it!" Gu Changhuai said displeasedly, "Don't ask about this kind of thing. It's related to the personnel transfer of the Daoting Division. I won't tell you if I ask."

"Okay..." Mo Hua muttered.

Gu Changhuai said: "You haven't said yet, why did you suddenly ask about the Dragon Crossing the River? Is it related to the Baihua Valley?"

"Yes." Mo Hua said, "The senior sister who committed suicide in Baihua Valley is named Ye. She is from the Ye family in Yanshui City."

"As for the Ye family in Yanshui City, Mr. Ye was killed years ago."

"The person who killed Mr. Ye is the dragon crossing the river."

"And I suspect that there should be some relationship between the murdered Mr. Ye and the senior sister Ye who committed suicide."

Gu Changhuai didn't care much at first, but the more he listened, the more solemn his expression became.

He didn't expect that Mo Hua had investigated the relationship so deeply and figured it out so clearly.

With this ability, it will be more than enough to work as a pawnbroker in Daotingsi in the future...

"So, you want me to interrogate Guojiang Long and ask him why he wanted to kill Mr. Ye, and by the way, use Daotingsi's background to investigate Mr. Ye and the woman named Ye who committed suicide in Baihua Valley. Disciple, what’s the relationship?”

Mo Hua nodded and praised: "As expected of Uncle Gu, he is so smart."

Gu Changhuai: "..."

Mo Hua was a little worried again: "Uncle Gu, you have been ignored. Can you still check it now?"

Gu Changhuai snorted coldly, "Being ignored does not mean being dismissed. Just wait, I will tell you when there is news."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

After that, there was no news about the messenger.

Gu Changhuai seemed to be busy.

I still have ink painting classes, so I can only wait patiently for news.

But after school, he has other things to be busy with.

Kushan and his party chatted with Mr. Huangshan for a while and gained a lot from the ink painting.

First of all, it was about the transformation of spiritual thoughts into swords. Through Huangshan Jun's description, Mo Hua got some inspiration.

When spiritual thoughts turn into swords, you may be able to give up the sword weapon and sword energy, and try to use your eyes to condense the sword intention.

Eyes are the doors and windows of spiritual consciousness, which can spread spiritual consciousness to the greatest extent.

Maybe, through training, he could figure out a way to use his gaze to turn his spiritual thoughts into swords.

When no one was around, Mo Hua tried it.

As expected, all failed.

No matter how much he winked, the sword light could not be released from his eyes.

Although he failed, Mo Hua was not discouraged.

Any method cannot be achieved overnight.

The more powerful the sword technique is, the more years of unremitting practice it takes to reach the master.

Mo Hua decided to take time to practice every day in the future.

Maybe one day, he will be able to condense the sword light in his eyes.

There is another thing that Mo Hua cares about, that is what Huang Shanjun said... "Spiritual Mind Transformation"!

He is on the path of spiritual consciousness to prove the Tao.

Mo Hua also always thought that he was proving the Tao in spiritual consciousness.

But after chatting with Huang Shanjun, he suddenly realized that he might have accidentally embarked on a very strange path.

His spiritual consciousness to prove the Tao is likely to be very different from the spiritual consciousness of other Shinto practitioners, including the spiritual consciousness to prove the Tao planned by his master.

Strictly speaking, his spiritual consciousness is proving the Dao, which should be called "spiritual consciousness transformation".

It is the path of "spiritual consciousness transformation" that uses the spiritual consciousness of the cultivator to transform into the Dao of the gods.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

It is estimated that the master would not have thought that while practicing the Tianyan Jue, he would eat evil spirits and eat them, and if he was not careful, he would go astray and go to the path of the gods.

Mo Hua couldn't help but worry.

"Master is not here, and I have learned it astray again. I don't know what will happen in the future..."

However, after thinking about it carefully, Mo Hua found that he had learned more than one or two things astray.

Too many lice don't itch, and too many debts don't worry.

Anyway, I have learned the Tianyan Jue, so I can only move forward blindly, and there is no point in worrying.

Mo Hua was relieved and threw all these concerns out of the sky.

Let's take it one step at a time.

The cultivation of the Tao is to move forward step by step, down to earth, and no one knows where you can go in the end.

Just be firm in your heart and keep going forward, and don't worry too much.

Mo Hua nodded.

From then on, he practiced with peace of mind, and tried to use his eyes to release his mind to transform into a sword whenever he had time.

He had also been waiting for news from Gu Changhuai.

But after a few days, there was still no news from Gu Changhuai.

Mo Hua couldn't help but frown.

If Uncle Gu couldn't find any clues, where should he start?

He couldn't sneak into Baihua Valley to investigate, could he?

Thinking of this, Mo Hua's mind moved, and he immediately shook his head again.

"It should be impossible to sneak in..."