Asking about longevity

He is walking on the path of divine consciousness and enlightenment, and he is a monk who has transformed his spiritual thoughts into the Dao.

You must be strict with yourself.

To become stronger.

The evil fetus should be used as the touchstone.

The evil god must be the ultimate opponent.

Killing the evil fetus is considered a small success, killing the evil god is considered a great success.

Those who fail to meet this standard are not considered qualified.

Mo Hua nodded.

Now it seems that the "Sword Transformation Style" that is created by using thousands of sword formations to transform into swords of spiritual thoughts is stronger, but the original power involved is relatively weak.

It is extremely lethal to ordinary evil spirits.

But facing the existence of evil gods, even if you can defeat them, you may not be able to kill them.

Therefore, we have to learn more and learn further sword moves to increase the power of our spiritual thoughts into swords.

The most lethal move among the Divine Sword Transformation Techniques is the final Divine Sword Style——

God-killing sword.

"only-."

Mo Hua frowned, took out the kendo bamboo slip given to him by Patriarch Dugu, looked at the ancient sword patterns on it, sensed the sword intention in it, and murmured softly:

"Quenching the gods with the sword, killing the soul of one's own life——"

This is indeed how I practiced.

Use the sword intention in the bamboo slips to temper your spiritual thoughts to kill your soul.

Cut every day, strike once a day, never stop.

But after being beheaded for so long, apart from beheading the evil fetus into a "shrinking turtle" and beheading his own soul with scars, there is no other special understanding.

Mo Hua just had a vague feeling that he was practicing the "God-Slaying Sword".

But he still doesn't quite understand whether this method is correct, whether it is effective, and what the essence of the God-killing Style is...

Mo Hua studied this issue for several days.

But there are no other ideas for the time being.

In the end, Mo Hua had to admit that this unknown and profound swordsmanship method was definitely not something he could figure out behind closed doors.

It’s better to be honest and ask Patriarch Dugu for advice.

In case you don't pay attention, you will learn it wrong again.

The ancestor did not tell me the specific method of the God-Slaying Sword before. That was because his spiritual thoughts turned into swords.

Not much heat yet.

But it's different now.

My sword-forming style, based on the sword formation, has already undergone transformation.

If I go ask my ancestor for advice again, he should be able to teach me a little more -··

So, a few days later, Taixu back mountain.

Sword Tomb forbidden area.

Ancestor Dugu looked fine as usual, and Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Later, Patriarch Dugu regularly explained the art of swordsmanship through ink paintings.

After finishing the lecture on swordsmanship, Mo Hua took advantage of his free time and asked in a low voice:

"Ancestor, how do you practice the God-Slaying Sword?"

Dugu Patriarch smiled, and then looked at Mo Hua calmly, his eyes showing thinking.

Maybe Mo Hua was just curious when he asked about the God-Slaying Sword before.

But now Mo Hua asked again, how could he not understand that this child had already begun to learn the God-Slaying Sword style.

Ancestor Dugu sighed in his heart.

After living for so long, this is the first time he has seen that there are really people in this world who can learn the true art of converting spiritual thoughts into swords and improve so quickly, which can almost be said to be a thousand miles a day -

This is the true secret of turning Taixu's spiritual thoughts into swords.

It is the most profound spiritual swordsmanship in Taixu Sect, and it is also a forbidden swordsmanship...

Ancestor Dugu shook his head.

That’s all—·

Maybe that's what monsters are like.

He was already trying to get used to it.

Now that things have happened, there is no need to hide this final sword move.

Ancestor Dugu's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked, "Have you read the bamboo slips I gave you?"

"See." Mo Hua nodded.

"What did you see?"

"There are sword patterns on the bamboo slips, and there are sword meanings in the sword patterns."

"Do you know what the sword intention is?"

Mo Hua considered it for a moment and shook his head, "Disciple only knows that this sword intention is very ancient and profound. It doesn't look strong, but it seems to contain the origin of swordsmanship?"

Otherwise, it would be impossible to chop the evil fetus.

Ancestor Dugu frowned slightly.

The origin of kendo can also be seen...

Who did this child study under? How could he have such profound knowledge?

Ancestor Dugu pondered for a moment, nodded slowly, and asked: "Then do you know what kind of swordsmanship origin this is?"

Mo Hua shook his head.

He doesn't know this.

He was originally "sword-blind", although he had learned a lot about swordsmanship from Patriarch Dugu over the past few days.

But it is still far from reaching the level of being able to see through the origin of swordsmanship-··

Ancestor Dugu lowered his head, looked solemn, and slowly said:

"The origin of this swordsmanship has a great origin. It is a trace of the swordsmanship-like Tao Yun that our Taixu Sect intercepted from an ancient 'divine sword' when the three sects were not divided."

"Since then, all the ancestors and forefathers of Taixu Sect have devoted their lifelong knowledge of swordsmanship to this Tao Yun."

"Dozens of generations of monks and thousands of years of hard work have finally hatched this extremely precious 'origin of swordsmanship'."

Ancestor Dugu said solemnly, "And the origin of swordsmanship can also be called -"

When Mo Hua heard this, his heart trembled, and a noun came to his mind unexpectedly:

"Sword style?"

Ancestor Dugu raised his eyes and glanced at the ink painting, his eyes trembled slightly, and then he nodded approvingly:

"That's right, it's the sword style. It's the source of the swordsmanship that our sect has mastered in the art of swordsmanship!"

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart.

Sword style—.

Over the past few days, he has been enlightening every day, and the thing he used to kill his own soul turned out to be extremely precious - sword style?

No wonder, this thing is ancient, obscure, and mysterious, and can even hurt the origin of the evil fetus.

And such a precious sword style, Dugu Patriarch actually passed it on to him.

Of course, it's not a transmission, to be precise, it's a "borrowing", which is temporarily lent to myself for enlightenment - but it's enough to show that the ancestor values ​​​​him.

Mo Hua was deeply moved.

At the same time, his mood was a little complicated.

I am a formation master. So far, I have not learned the "formation style". Instead, I have learned the "sword style" first.

It's more or less "anti-Tiangang".

"Then what does this sword style have to do with the "God-Slaying Style"? "Mo Hua asked.

Patriarch Dugu asked: "As you follow the path of divine consciousness and enlightenment, you should know about evil spirits and ghosts, but do you know about 'gods'?"

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

He was very familiar with the gods.

After all, he also has several divine "friends"!

An "old friend" is Huangshan Jun, a child is Little Silver Fish, and a "bad friend" is the Great Wild Evil God.

Now the evil fetus of this bad friend is parasitic in his soul.

How did Patriarch Dugu know that Mo Hua had such a wide "network" with the gods.

He just nodded slightly and said:

"It's good that you understand, and you don't need to explain more. There are many kinds of spiritual things in this world, evil spirits and ghosts, and above the evil spirits, there are higher beings, such as the gods of heaven and earth, the fallen evil gods, and the ancient Tao Yun. , and the domain——————”

Ancestor Dugu paused and did not continue. Instead, he remained silent for a moment and continued:

"Demons and monsters, evil spirits, messing with people's minds and eating people's consciousness."

"Such evil things are made of thoughts, blood, and spiritual power, and cannot harm them in the slightest."

"Cultivation of mind can turn it into a sword and kill it."

"But above the evil spirits, there are gods of heaven and earth. Gods can also degenerate and cause harm to the world."

"Humans can slay demons, evil spirits, and ghosts—but can they slay gods?"

Ancestor Dugu looked at the ink painting.

Mo Hua hesitated and said, "You should be able to kill him, right?"

Patriarch Dugu shook his head and said: "Humans are human beings, and gods are gods. The power of human spiritual thoughts cannot kill gods."

Ink painting one.

He thought about it and felt it was wrong.

If the power of human spiritual thoughts cannot kill gods, then how did Huangshan Lord be killed?

If this is true, then wouldn’t the evil gods in this world be invincible?

No matter how much the robes brought harm to the world, the monks could not resist.

It is impossible for the ancestor not to know this...

Mo Hua thought about Patriarch Dugu's words again and said slowly:

"The power of human spiritual thoughts cannot kill gods, so ----- it is necessary to make people's spiritual thoughts, with the help of certain methods, transcend the limits of 'humans', so that ----- can kill gods. ?”

Ancestor Dugu raised his eyebrows, took a deep look at Mo Hua, nodded and said:

"good!"

"Humans are human beings, and gods are gods. There is a world of difference in their spiritual thoughts."

"But the nature of a gentleman is not different. He is good at things and false in nature."

"Since humans can't kill gods, then they should learn from it, understand it, borrow the way of heaven and earth, borrow the laws of all things, create a method, reverse their own spiritual thoughts, and kill the gods!

"This is the God-Slaying Style!"

Patriarch Dugu spoke in a sonorous tone.

Mo Hua thought silently.

The gods are blessed by nature and are born according to the Tao.

The monks were born with deficiencies, but through acquired learning, understanding, and borrowing the Tao, they were able to kill gods.

In a sense, this is truly about defeating the strong with the weak, killing gods with humans, and defeating nature with determination—"·

Mo Hua was shocked.

But how to "enlighten the Tao and kill the gods", Mo Hua is still a little confused.

Comprehend the Taixu sword style and use the original swordsmanship to kill the fallen gods?

How to realize it? How to borrow?

When Patriarch Dugu saw this, he said, "Do you still remember what I told you, the secret to cultivating the Divine Sword?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Quench the spirit with a sword and kill your own soul."

"These eight words are the key." Ancestor Dugu said, "Human spiritual thoughts cannot kill gods, so we must 'borrow', 'borrow' the laws of the great road, and 'borrow' the powerful power of the origin."

"But the origin of swordsmanship is the supreme mystery, and it cannot just be said that it exists."

"The Taixu Sect's 'Sword Style' is based on a section of Dao Yun among the ancient divine swords. It has been cultivated through generations of monks and their kendo experience. It has the power to kill gods." The origin of swordsmanship!”

"With this origin, the Taixu Sect's divine sword cultivator can "borrow" the origin sword to kill some gods that cannot be harmed at all with human strength. "

"And the form that this origin takes is the Taixu Sword Style."

"The monks of Taixu Sect understand Taixu Sword Style, and use the origin of swordsmanship to temper their souls. This is called "tempering the gods with swords.""·——"

Mo Hua nodded suddenly and asked, "What about the self-killing soul?"

Patriarch Dugu asked: "Taixu Jianliu, have you realized anything?"

Mo Hua felt a little ashamed, "No————·

He just sensed a hint of ancient sword intent. If his ancestor hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have realized that this was actually the source of swordsmanship.

And he had been enlightened for a long time, but actually he didn't understand the art of swordsmanship at all.

“It’s not your fault——” Patriarch Dugu sighed, “Don’t say it’s you. When I was your age,

Even when I reached the golden elixir realm, I still couldn't realize it. "

"It's not just that I can't understand it, it's that I can't understand it at all—"

Ancestor Dugu said with emotion, "This is the ancient sword style of Taixu Sect, and it is the origin of swordsmanship that is close to the Tao..."

"Those who founded and nurtured this origin are at least the ancestors of the Taixu Sect and above the Dongxu realm."

"How can an ordinary disciple learn such a profound swordsmanship?"

"Even if you are a swordsman genius who is young, has not devoted enough time to swordsmanship, has a low level, and has a limited structure, it is impossible to understand the true meaning of swordsmanship."

"If an inheritance cannot be learned by the disciples, and it requires the foundation of Yuhua or Dongxu to understand it, no matter how subtle and powerful it is, it will be lost sooner or later."

"So the seniors of the Taixu Sect found another way and thought of a method similar to 'cheating'"-"

Kill your own soul! "

Mo Hua was shocked.

Ancestor Dugu continued slowly in an old voice:

‘A layman wants to imitate a saint. But the saint has noble virtues and far-reaching vision, while the common man has a shallow and despicable mind.

He is obsessed with worldly desires and has cognitive impairment. No matter how hard he studies, he cannot become a saint. What will he do? "

Ancestor Dugu said, "The only way is to kill me and become a saint!"

"Cut off the small self and achieve the big self."

"Completely forget yourself, cut off your own shallowness and despicability, give up your worldly desires, throw away your prejudices, and directly transform yourself into a 'saint'."

"What the saint thinks, I will think, and what the saint does, I will do. Then naturally, I will become a saint."

"This is to cut off the small self and become the big self.'

"The same is true for killing one's life soul in the way of swordsmanship..."

"You are a 'layman' of swordsmanship and want to become a 'saint' of swordsmanship."

"But your knowledge is too shallow, you are surrounded by distracting thoughts, your Taoism is not strong, and you have all kinds of wrong paranoia about the way of swordsmanship. If you want to 'become a saint', it will be difficult to reach the sky. Even if you make a mistake, you will completely go astray. There will never be another day to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

"In this case, you can only kill me!"

"Get rid of distracting thoughts, get rid of bigotry, get rid of fallacies, get rid of ignorance, get rid of your own little ways, imitate the 'sage', visualize the 'sword flow', get close to the origin of the sword, and imprint this origin into the soul, In order to achieve the true unity of man and sword, soul and Tao, so that the soul can complete the transformation of the sword."

"Kill the ego and become a saint."

"Cut the last path and become the great path of swordsmanship!"

"Behead me to become a saint, kill my soul to become a Dao!"

The words of Patriarch Dugu lingered in my ears, deafening.

Suddenly, the ink painting was like an enlightenment. His heart was inexplicably shocked. He couldn't calm down for a long time. He kept the words of Patriarch Dugu in his heart and pondered them carefully.

But before he could think about it, he heard a violent cough.

Mo Hua looked up and saw Patriarch Dugu covering his mouth and nose with his withered palms, his brows furrowed and he was coughing heavily.

Mo Hua immediately realized something and said worriedly:

"Ancestor, your old wounds—

Ancestor Dugu waved his hand and gradually calmed down, but his eyes dimmed a lot, and his voice was clear: "It doesn't matter, this is a common thing——"

He said it was common, but before Mo Hua, he had never seen his ancestor coughing tiredly like he did today.

It's like... an old man who is mentally and physically exhausted and ill and blind.

Mo Hua felt slightly sour in his heart.

He is obviously the ancestor of Dongxu, with a heaven-reaching cultivation level, but he has devoted all his energy to the sake of the sect. Although he is alive, he can only be buried alive in the sword tomb like the broken swords on the ground-··

Mo Hua felt very uncomfortable.

Ancestor Dugu noticed Mo Hua's mood, his eyes gradually became gentle, and he whispered: "It's okay."

Mo Hua looked a little worried.

Ancestor Dugu paused slightly, and then asked: "Do you understand what I just said?"

Mo Hua then changed his mind and nodded lightly. After a while, a doubt could not help but arise in his heart. Mo Hua frowned and asked: "Old Ancestor, kill me to become a saint, kill my soul to become a Taoist, the 'ego' wants to kill me with my weak swordsmanship." If you want to cut, wouldn't all the sword skills you learned before be in vain? "

Ancestor Dugu shook his head and said: "Without the small self, there would be nothing to kill. Where would the big self come from?"

"Similarly, if you don't learn swordsmanship, you won't even have a rudimentary swordsmanship. Naturally, you won't be able to kill yourself, and you won't be able to go one step further and understand the origin of swordsmanship."

"In other words, without the ego, there would be no greater self. Without one's own meager swordsmanship, one would not be able to understand the sword style."

“Although the ego is shallow and despicable, with demons in the heart, flowing desires, and full of ignorance and prejudice, it is the prerequisite for ‘sanctification’.”

"The way of swordsmanship I practice, even though it is insignificant and shallow, is also the step to achieve the origin of swordsmanship."

“In fact, all the basic swordsmanship of Taixu Sect is for the disciples to cultivate their ‘ego’;

Finally, it is used to cut off, to get closer to the origin of swordsmanship and to achieve the great road——·."

"So that's it—" Mo Hua was shocked and suddenly realized.

If his ancestor hadn't told him this truth, he would have never imagined it on his own.

The purpose of cultivating one’s swordsmanship is to cut off—··

The wisdom of our ancestors is truly profound.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, but his expression changed and he suddenly realized:

wrong!

Is this a "cutting" method to kill one's soul?

Then yourself...

Mo Hua asked weakly: "Ancestor, when you kill your own soul, don't you just use your sword to 'kill' your own soul?" "

"Use the sword to kill your soul?"

Patriarch Dugu confirmed it, then frowned and said, "Human souls are extremely fragile, how can they withstand being chopped off?"

"How can there be any idiot in the world who would really 'cut off' his own soul?"

Ink painting:

He didn't want to admit that he was the "idiot".

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that he was practicing wrong again.

Killing one's life soul by oneself does not mean "killing" one's life soul oneself.

I made a mistake by "explaining what the word means"————·

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

Ancestor Dugu looked at the ink painting like this. He thought for a moment, then was stunned and said in disbelief: "You don't know--"

"No!"

Mo Hua denied it and firmly refused to admit that he was a "fool"

Ancestor Dugu silently looked at the ink paintings without speaking.

Mo Hua asked weakly: "Ancestor, what would happen if he really killed his life soul?"

"Really killing one's soul—"

Ancestor Dugu took a breath, frowned, and was about to speak, but suddenly his expression froze.

The facial features on his old face instantly turned into nothingness, like human skin and white paper.

The double images of various human faces continue to appear.

But this change was silent and occurred for a very short time. It only happened in a moment and soon returned to normal.

When Mo Hua noticed something strange and looked up, Patriarch Dugu still had the same face as before, and even the expression on his face had not changed at all.

"It's nothing to kill one's own soul————"

Ancestor Dugu said.

Mo Hua felt comfortable, "Is it okay?"

Ancestor Dugu nodded, "I have said before, you are different from others, there are some things that others cannot learn,

But you can learn; there are some roads that others cannot walk, but you can walk; similarly, if you kill your own soul, others cannot, but you can -..."

"The only problem is that killing one's own soul is not easy. You need to learn some special techniques."

"A special method?"

"That's right," Patriarch Dugu nodded, "You need to understand a certain way."

"Enlightened the Tao?" Mo Hua was curious, "What Tao?"

Ancestor Dugu looked solemnly and said slowly: "'Ruthless' way."

"The ruthless way?"

Mo Hua's brows gradually wrinkled, and the more he listened, the more confused he became.

Ancestor Dugu looked indifferent and said without sadness or joy:

"The most important thing about the Taixu Divine Sword is the word 'cut'. The reason why it can kill gods is because it contains the original power and is integrated with the way of 'destruction'. "

"The way of annihilation, as the name suggests, is to annihilate emotions and desires."

"Cut off all your earthly emotions, and reach a state of being ruthless, selfless, and persistent. Only in this way can you truly cut off everything, understand the most supreme swordsmanship, and be like a mortal. The thought is to kill the gods."

"This is called, Taishang Zhanqingdao——."

Mo Hua was shocked.

Taishang's way of killing love——··

Before he could think about it, Patriarch Dugu said again:

"This is a great law of 'Tao'. If you really cultivate it and integrate this Tao into the way of swordsmanship, you will be able to unite humanity and Tao and integrate the law of 'destruction'. Using his body as a sword and his soul as a sword, his sharpness is incomparable. There will be nothing in this world that cannot be cut!"

Ancestor Dugu looked at Mo Hua: "Do you want to learn?"

Mo Hua was in a surging mood and nodded slowly.

"Good!" Ancestor Dugu's eyes lit up and he praised, "Your talent is amazing, don't let it go to waste. I will teach you the supreme love-killing method and teach you how to understand this supreme law... "

Ancestor Dugu stretched out his withered finger and tapped Mo Hua's forehead.

In an instant, a mysterious realization, mixed with the changes in the avenue and the Sanskrit sounds from outside the world, poured into Mo Hua's mind.

It contains all kinds of incredible methods of enlightenment.

The ink painting only makes me feel that my mind is clear, and I have a kind of understanding that is close to the origin, integrated with the great road, and mysterious and mysterious.

An infinitely mysterious method was imprinted in his heart.

Mo Hua realized it in his heart. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes. There was a moment of emptiness in his eyes, and then he gradually came back to his senses.

"Do you remember them all?" Patriarch Dugu asked.

Mo Hua nodded, "I remember everything."

Ancestor Dugu had low expectations and had high hopes for ink painting. He said in a deep voice, "Study hard and understand hard.

What I preach to you is the supreme way. Understand this Tao and turn it into a sword, and your swordsmanship will reach its peak.

Kill everything in the world! "

Mo Hua's expression perked up, he bowed three times to Ancestor Dugu, and said respectfully: "Thank you so much, Ancestor, for your kindness in preaching."

Ancestor Dugu nodded, then looked pleased and sighed: "Besides you, I have no one else to pass on..."

Mo Hua bowed to Patriarch Dugu again.

Ancestor Dugu then said, "Okay, go back and understand it well."

"Yes." Mo Hua said.

Ancestor Dugu tore open the void and sent the ink painting back to his disciple's residence.

After Mo Hua left, he was in a forbidden area.

The night was dark, the moonlight was cold, and the sword tomb was lonely.

Ancestor Dugu is still alone, sitting on the same spot, motionless, like a clay sculpture.

After a while, Ancestor Dugu suddenly came back to his senses, looked around, looked at the sky, and realized that Mo Hua had been sent away, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"What did I just teach him?"

“No——·It’s those ‘things’, what did they teach this child————

Ancestor Dugu's face was trembling, and his heart felt cold.