Asking about longevity

"Orphan?" Mo Hua was a little unbelievable, "The 'orphan' in Gushan City is the 'orphan' of the orphan?"

"Not entirely," Master Gu explained, "Gushan City is adjacent to Gushan, and the original name of this Gushan should be 'Guhuang Mountain'."

"The mountains are rich in chalcopyrite. This mine is golden, pure, dazzling, and very gorgeous. It is plated on spiritual vessels, treasures, and palaces. It is brighter than gold. Therefore, it is highly praised by celebrities from famous families."

"Later, the Ming chalcopyrite was over-exploited, and all was mined, leaving only this black mine. Due to the depression of the mine, the number of monks dropped sharply, and the number of orphans increased sharply, so this mountain was called After becoming "Gushan", this city became "Gushan City"————

Mo Hua looked around and saw no fewer than dozens of orphans with thin bodies and dark skin, carrying ore on their backs. He was silent for a moment and sighed.

Some people are born rich and live a life of luxury.

And some people seem to be born just to endure hardship.

I will eat more and more of this bitterness until I die...

Mo Hua frowned, feeling complicated.

Suddenly, a child carrying a bamboo basket slipped on his feet and fell to the ground. The worthless ore in the bamboo basket, as thick as black carbon, spilled all over the floor.

Ignoring the bruise on his knee, the child immediately got up and scattered the ore on the ground in a panic.

He picked up the bamboo basket again, as if he was afraid of being robbed by others.

Most of these ores are worthless.

But the child still regarded it as a treasure.

This is the only way he can make a living, and only by picking up these worthless slags can he make a living.

If it were outside, there might be other children snatching it.

Fortunately, this was near the weapon refining shop, and everyone obeyed the rules, so no one robbed him of his ore.

The child picked up the ore back into the bamboo basket and slung the bamboo basket over his shoulder.

The heavy bamboo basket instantly bent his small body, and the rope on the back of the bamboo basket left two bruises.

At this time, this child was queuing up with a bamboo basket on his back.

He could obviously put down the bamboo basket on his back and take a rest, but he didn't know if he was used to it.

I don’t know if it’s because once I let it go, I feel uneasy and wonder if I can have a bite to eat.

He just kept bending over, numbly carrying this heavy burden.

Not only him, but all the children in the neighborhood were like this.

Mo Hua couldn't help but walked over.

The child noticed that someone was approaching, looked up, and found that it was a young master who was as fair as jade, with eyebrows as gentle as water, and as graceful as a celestial being. He felt lost for a moment, and then lowered his gaze as if he was ashamed.

Mo Hua looked pitifully and reached out to take off the bamboo basket from his back.

The child was trembling with fear, but after a moment, he still did not resist and allowed Mo Hua to take the bamboo basket away.

Mo Hua was born weak, but that was compared to a Foundation Establishment monk, and he was not even at the level of ordinary Qi refining.

The bamboo basket was heavy and filled with dark ore.

Mo Hua weighed it, thought slightly, and took out a formation pen.

He wanted to draw a formation on the bamboo basket, but as soon as he started to draw, he stopped again and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. He couldn't draw something difficult.

Bamboo baskets are made of poor material, easily damaged, and cannot carry complex formation structures.

You can't draw high-level ones.

The consumption of spiritual stones is too great, and these children cannot afford it.

Even ordinary first-level formations containing nine patterns are too "luxury" for these children.

After careful consideration, the ink painting began slowly.

He only drew one formation pattern.

The simplest first-grade formation pattern.

A Bagua wind formation pattern.

The formation patterns are painted, the shimmering light lights up, and blends into the bamboo basket.

Mo Hua said warmly: "You try memorizing it again."

The child was confused. He picked up the bamboo basket and put it on his back. He was suddenly stunned and looked at Mo Hua in disbelief.

While he was carrying the bamboo basket on his back, the formation pattern lit up, and a light breeze came from the bottom up, gently dragging the bamboo basket.

The entire bamboo basket seemed to have become lighter, no longer carrying such a heavy burden.

His shoulders won't be so painful from being strangled.

His waist is also straighter.

This is just the lowest level of a first-grade formation pattern. It cannot even be called a formation. The power of the formation pattern is very small, but for these children, it is enough to let them take a breath from the weight of fate.

Mo Hua looked at the formation pattern and suddenly understood what Elder Zheng told him.

Heaven and earth cover all living beings, regardless of superiority or inferiority.

The formation path encompasses all kinds of methods, regardless of top or bottom.

High-level formations are obscure and difficult, but they can exhaust the formation principles and seek the way of heaven.

But only low-level formations spread all over the world can truly benefit the people.

Sometimes, you don't even need a formation, just one or two simple formations are enough.

With a flash of inspiration, Mo Hua's heart trembled.

The simpler it is, the easier it is to learn, spread, and apply, the more it can change the situation of the people at the lowest level in the widest range.

Could this be the final form of "Tao"?

Use the most "simple" form to encompass the most vast and infinite avenue, so that the will of the avenue can spread throughout the heaven and earth, so that all living beings are of the same mind, and heaven and earth are unified?

Is this the real truth, simplicity and simplicity?

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart.

Suddenly, he thought of the Five Elements Sect's Zhen Sect inheritance - the "Return to Origin" algorithm.

Turn complexity into simplicity, and unite thousands of formations into one.

The numerous formations were returned to their origin as a "source pattern" containing the laws of the five elements. Is it followed?

Is this also the case?

From simple to complex, learn all the formations in the world.

Then from complex to simple, return thousands of formations to their source.

Only in this way can we exhaust the secrets of formations and truly seek the way to become an immortal?

Mo Hua stood there, lost in thought. A high and astringent aura emanated from his body, and a few strands of the will of the Tao flowed in his eyes.

Master Gu, who was standing by, was shocked.

He couldn't understand what Mo Hua had understood, but he also knew that formations were the manifestation of Tao, and formation masters were closest to Tao.

Formation masters can comprehend some things that ordinary cultivators cannot comprehend.

But despite this, it was really the first time he saw such a profound aura flow when a formation master suddenly realized.

"I wonder if all formation masters are like this, or if young Master Mo is more special--."

Master Gu said silently in his heart, but he was also very tactful and didn't interrupt him.

After a while, Mo Hua came back to his senses, the aura around him dissipated, and the light in his eyes also converged.

"Let these children bring their bamboo baskets, and I will draw a formation pattern for them." Mo Hua said gently.

"Okay." Master Gu nodded.

Then he ordered the children carrying bamboo baskets to line up and come one by one.

Mo Hua used the formation pen to draw a first-grade wind pattern on their bamboo baskets one by one.

This wind pattern was too simple for Mo Hua. He just tapped the tip of the pen and it took only a few breaths to draw one.

In just an incense stick of time, all the children's dirty bamboo baskets had this bright white formation pattern.

Qingfeng was with them.

When they carried the bamboo baskets and the heavy ore on their backs, it was not so hard.

After drawing the formation, Mo Hua said nothing, just looked at the group of children, smiled gently, and turned away.

All the children looked at Mo Hua.

Their faces were dark, thin, and a little timid and wooden, but their eyes gradually lit up with a luster of longing.

Inside the weapon refining shop, living room.

Master Gu personally poured a cup of tea for Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was still thinking about the orphans. After a moment, he said, "These orphans - is there no way?"

Master Gu understood what Mo Hua meant and sighed, "This matter is actually very troublesome."

"Give more spiritual stones?"

"No." Master Gu shook his head, "People's hearts are treacherous. Once you give these children more spiritual stones and let them have a surplus, even if it's just a little broken spiritual stones, they will be snatched away in the next moment."

"They will snatch each other. Some adult monks will also snatch."

"There will even be some crazy monks who coerce them to ask for spiritual stones."

"Ironic Yes, when there is no profit in these orphans, no one cares about them, and they will live a miserable life.

But once there is really profit in them, they will be targeted by others, and they will live a more miserable life. "

"I also want to give them more food---" Master Gu shook his head, "but there are too many orphans in the whole Gushan City. Once this hole is opened, everyone will flock in and they can't be fed at all."

"What's more, my weapon refining business has just been turned around. The masters and disciples under me haven't had a full meal for a long time, and they don't have the ability to take care of these children. "

Master Gu looked bitter.

Mo Hua sighed.

People's hearts are tested.

Sometimes seemingly simple good things will become extremely complicated as long as people are involved.

In this world, doing good things is much harder than doing bad things——

Mo Hua thought about it and asked Master Gu again: "Are there any formation masters in the weapon refining industry?"

"It depends on what kind of formation master he is——---There are some who can just draw a few formations, but there are definitely no ones who can catch the young master's eye——..." Master Gu said.

"It's okay, just be able to draw a simple formation."

Mo Hua took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, on which was drawn a formation pattern, which was the wind formation pattern he had just drawn on those bamboo baskets.

"This array pattern is a first-grade Bagua wind array pattern. Among the Bagua arrays, wind arrays are very rare, and generally only large sects can pass down some. But a simple first-grade wind array pattern is not that difficult. Find some people with a foundation in arrays and practice more."

"Master Gu, find someone to learn this array pattern."

"From now on, when those orphans come to exchange broken spirit stones with bamboo baskets, draw this wind array pattern on the bamboo baskets for them."

"First-grade array patterns have low effectiveness, so the spiritual consumption is also low. Just add a little spirit stone powder to the spirit ink, and it will be enough to run for a long time. These orphans can also afford it."

Master Gu took the thin array paper from Mo Hua, and his hands trembled a little.

He couldn't help but look up at Mo Hua, who was beautiful like a god, with clear and compassionate eyebrows and eyes, and sighed in his heart that there are really people with natural benevolence in this world.

And..-..-he looked down at the array paper in his hand.

It looked like just a simple array pattern, but Master Gu knew in his heart that this was the most difficult part.

Use the simplest and cheapest way to solve the most difficult problem.

Without a vast array experience and a deep array foundation, it is impossible to do it.

Master Gu solemnly put away the array pattern and clasped his fists to Mo Hua and said:

"Gu, on behalf of the thousands of orphans in Gushan City, thank you, young master!"

At night, Master Gu specially set up a dinner to entertain Mo Hua, and also invited the masters, disciples and apprentices of the weapon refining shop to have a big meal.

In addition to the weapon refining shop, Master Gu also set up a food shop, and each child could get two buns and a bowl of porridge.

It is naturally impossible to invite them every day.

But since Mo Hua is here, it is natural to make an exception, and it is okay to treat him to a meal.

In this way, the bonfire in the weapon refining shop was bright and noisy.

Outside the weapon refining shop, there were more smiles on the faces of the children.

Mo Hua sat in the upper seat of the courtyard and ate the spirit meat.

This spirit meat is a specialty of Gushan City. It tastes good and is not expensive, but when I think of the children outside,

I am happy to eat a bun.

The spirit meat in Mo Hua's mouth suddenly didn't smell good.

But he is not a hypocritical person, not to mention that the spirit meat itself is innocent and cannot be wasted.

Mo Hua still ate all the meat in front of him.

After eating the meat, he also drank some wine, watching the masters of the weapon refining shop playing rock-paper-scissors and wrestling. After a while, he felt tired and went back to his room to rest.

The guest room prepared by Master Gu for him was also the best.

Mo Hua lay on the bed, closed his eyes for a while to rest, and got rid of the drunkenness. He was about to get up to draw the formation, but he fell into a deep sleep before midnight.

He had that nightmare again.

In the dream, a pair of dark, empty, bloodshot, evil and terrifying eyes looked at him.

Countless people with broken arms and limbs seemed to crawl out of the abyss, struggling to crawl towards Mo Hua, biting his spiritual "body".

Mo Hua experienced that feeling of weakness, powerlessness, and despair again.

This time, the feeling was more real, clearer, and more helpless.

This also means that the power of the rules of the nightmare is stronger.

But Mo Hua's expression was cold, without a trace of hesitation or fear.

While being drowned, bitten and torn by thousands of wronged souls, Mo Hua stood up, relying on his powerful spiritual thoughts and will, and regarded everything in front of him as "false".

In his palm, a ray of divine sword light was condensing intermittently.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua's eyes sparkled with a brilliant light, and the divine sword in his hand condensed, breaking free from the illusion of the "ego" in the dream. With just a wave of his sword, the golden light was vast, and all the countless struggling souls in front of him were buried.

The evil fetus's sinister and bloody eyes disappeared.

Mo Hua woke up from the nightmare.

This time, he was more certain.

The real evil god dream demon has a certain "rule" power, which can distort the cognition of his own consciousness, thereby suppressing, and even to a certain extent, erasing his own divine power, making himself fall into a nightmare that is difficult to escape.

The dream power was not strong the first time.

This time, it was obviously much stronger than the last time.

Why?

Is it because -·Is he closer to the source of this dream demon? -

Mo Hua turned his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window is the endless Lonely Mountain. Under the cover of the night, it is dark, dead silent, empty, and gloomy, like a terrible behemoth, secretly devouring the Lonely Mountain City.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

The next day, after getting up early and having breakfast, Mo Hua said, "Master Gu, can you take me to Lonely Mountain for a walk?"

"Lonely Mountain?" Master Gu asked.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

Master Gu considered, "Lonely Mountain is rugged and dirty. Due to over-mining, most of it has been abandoned. There is nothing to visit."

Mo Hua said, "It's okay, I'll go and take a look."

Master Gu thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

He arranged the matters of the weapon refining business, and then he went alone with Mo Hua, along several abandoned rugged mountain roads, into Lonely Mountain.

It was only early morning, but there were already a lot of cultivators on the mountain, some of whom were still children.

They carried bamboo baskets on their backs, buried their heads, and picked up slag that might be useful in the dark and dirty mine pits.

The monks depend on the mountain for their livelihood.

Gushan was originally the wealth left by their ancestors, for the descendants of Gushan to survive.

But now the mineral deposits of Gushan have been mined out.

The descendants of Gushan can only pick some residues from the "remains" of Gushan and exchange them for some broken spiritual stones to make a living and live a hard life.

Mo Hua saw all this and continued to move forward.

As Master Gu said, Gushan is extremely desolate.

There are abandoned mines everywhere, which are in a mess. The dark mine mouths are all over the mountain, and no one knows where they lead to.

Some mountain roads are damp and gloomy, and the slag underfoot emits a strange smell and is accompanied by mineral poison.

Mo Hua wandered around for a long time, but still found nothing.

Here in Gushan, he did not find the clues he wanted to find, nor did he notice any signs of evil.

Mo Hua couldn't help but look back and looked at the vast Lonely Mountain:

"It should be correct-"

"Yu'er said that a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and one mountain, one water, and one person.

This water should refer to the Yanshui River.

Then this mountain, according to his guess, is likely to refer to the "Lonely Mountain".

But there is no sign of evil spirits nearby.

There are no minions of evil gods, no traces of demons, and no breath of demons.

No altar.

No killing.

No formation...

It looks like it's just a remote mine that has been abandoned after being squeezed dry.

Mo Hua's brows gradually frowned, and he continued to move forward.

But after just a few steps, he was stopped by Master Gu, "Young Master, you can't go any further. The hilltop of the Shen family is ahead."

Mo Hua's pupils shrank, and he turned back suddenly, "Shen family?"

Master Gu nodded.

"Which Shen family? "

"In the world of Ganxuezhou, there is a top fifth-grade family in the Qiandao Sect, one of the four major sects, with a hereditary position - the Shen family.""

Master Gu pointed forward with fear in his tone, "Nearly a hundred miles ahead, all are the mountains of the Shen family. In the past, the Shen family bought such a large mountain in order to mine the Ming copper mine. After the mining, this mountain was abandoned and other cultivators were not allowed to enter."

Mo Hua's eyelids twitched slightly, and he turned his head and took in the large continuous mountain in front of him.

This mountain is no different from other places.

If Master Gu hadn't mentioned it, he would never have thought that this would be the Shen family's---

"Young Master, why don't you go to other places to have a look?" Master Gu said tactfully.

The Shen family is so powerful that he dare not offend them at all.

Mo Hua thought about it and nodded.

The two turned in a direction and continued to walk to the right. They just walked around for a long time and still found nothing.

Seeing that it was getting late, Master Gu said: "Young Master, why don't you go back first?"

Mo Hua didn't refuse.

The two walked back along the dirty mountain road again.

This time, the mountain path was even more off-center.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua suddenly saw some fresh stone chips and some special axe marks in an inconspicuous corner not far from the road.

Mo Hua asked Master Gu, "Is this mountain still being mined?"

Master Gu said curiously, "It's impossible..."

He walked into the pile of stone chips, twisted it with his hands, and then looked at the special axe marks, and his brows gradually frowned:

"This doesn't look like mining, it's more like... tomb robbing.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Tomb robbing?"