Asking about longevity

Mo Hua decided to use thick earth formation to reconstruct the spiritual field of Qianjia Town.

But he actually had no control over this matter.

Lingtian does not belong to him, and he is not from Qianjia Town at all.

Although the elders of Dongshan Village are not high in cultivation, they are old, senior and quite prestigious.

He doesn't have much real power, but he usually has to make the decision when it comes to matters.

Mo Hua went to ask him:

"Elder, do you want to draw the formation for Ling Tian again?"

The elder of Dongshan Village had already expected it, but he still couldn't believe it and said in a trembling voice:

"Re-draw the formation?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "It's the kind of formation that the ancestor of the Sun family drew back then."

The elder's pupils shook.

The ancestor of the Sun family, a second-grade formation master, has a high status in Qianjia Town and has always been a legendary monk.

Draw the formation of the ancestor of the Sun family...

The elder's tone became more respectful:

"The Sun family ancestor's formation...little sir, have you learned it?"

"I've learned a little bit, but I can't say that I can learn 100%. There is always 70% or 80%." Mo Hua said modestly.

The elder was lost for a moment and muttered to himself:

"The ancestor of the Sun family is a second-grade formation master..."

Mo Hua explained: "He is a second-grade formation master, but the formations he has set up are actually first-grade. Otherwise, the spiritual stones of the Qi Refining Monk cannot afford the second-grade formations."

The elder understood.

The ink painting also stated the interests for him:

"To draw the formation, we need to reconstruct some spiritual fields, and we also need to re-draw the formation on the field ridges."

"I learned the formations from the ancestor of the Sun family. I am considered a favor from him, so I can draw the formations for you without accepting the spirit stones."

"But the formation itself also requires a lot of spiritual ink and a lot of spiritual stones. At the same time, it also requires a certain amount of manpower to reclaim and organize the spiritual fields."

“These manpower and material resources are all provided by yourselves.

The elder knew it well and nodded slowly.

Mo Hua finally said: "I can draw the formation, but in the final analysis, it is up to you to decide whether you want to draw this formation or not."

The elder thought for a long time, then handed over his hand and said:

"Sir, can you please allow me some time so that I can discuss this with everyone."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

It is true that the elder cannot make the decision on this matter alone. He must discuss it with others.

Ink painting is not forced either.

If they are willing, I can draw a formation for them.

You can also apply what you have learned and deepen your understanding of the battle method.

Not only for myself, but also for the monks in Dongshan Village, and the land of Qianjia Town.

If they don't agree, Mo Hua won't force it.

I can only look for opportunities in the future to rebuild the thick soil formation and deepen my understanding of the formation...

…

After Mo Hua left, the elder summoned the Linggong monks from Dongshan Village.

He explained the meaning of the ink painting.

Everyone looked at each other.

Most people still can’t believe it:

"Has this young gentleman really learned the Sun family's ancestor's formation?"

"impossible……"

"How old is he?"

"Can you learn this kind of formation at the seventh level of Qi refining? I think other formation masters all have white beards."

"What do you know? There is no priority in learning, and those who have mastered are respected."

"Although this young gentleman is young, I think his formation level is much higher than that of the current head of the Sun family."

"Indeed, although I can't understand it, his formations are drawn very quickly and well."

"Better than everyone else in the Sun family."

"Then why is he helping us?"

"That's right. It's no good. You won't accept our spiritual stones..."

"He wants to collect the spiritual stone, can you afford it?"

"I'm so poor that I can't even open the pot..."

"Can the Sun family ancestor's formation be a normal formation? How many spiritual stones are needed to draw this formation?"

"If you empty out the entire village's wealth, you may not even be able to pay for the spiritual stones you collect..."

"I just feel strange, this young gentleman has such a good heart.

"Aren't you just a bitch? If this young gentleman is like the Sun family, riding on our heads, then is he doing the right thing?"

"To draw this formation, we need to reconstruct the spiritual field, but this spiritual field is inherited from our ancestors and cannot be touched."

"Why can't you move?"

"It's been handed down from our ancestors, but we can't touch it..."

…

Everyone was talking a lot, some were in favor, some were against, and some were worried and hesitant.

They are spiritual farmers who rely on spiritual fields for their livelihood.

Matters involving Lingtian involve the fundamentals, so I have many concerns at the moment and it is difficult to make a decision.

The elder listened to their argument, pondered for a long time, and then slowly said:

"We want to build this formation."

The room was quiet for a moment.

A spiritual farmer frowned and said, "But, elder, this matter is quite risky."

The elder shook his head, "I don't want future generations of Dongshan Village to suffer from hunger anymore."

"There are indeed risks in this matter, but what is without risk? Can a good thing without risk be given to poor monks like us?"

"If we don't take this risk, future generations will have to take it."

"But our descendants may not have this opportunity."

There was light in the elder's cloudy eyes, and he slowly looked at everyone, and said in a solemn tone:

"This young gentleman may be young, but he is an expert in formations."

"He was willing to help us, and that was our opportunity."

"Once he leaves, who will know such a profound formation? Even if someone does, who will be willing to help us draw it?"

“Don’t take chances and think things will get better in the future.”

"If you don't fight for it now, it will only get worse in the future."

"This is our only hope."

“If we don’t seize this opportunity, our children and grandchildren will all suffer from hunger!”

The elder's voice was hoarse and heavy. After speaking, he frowned and coughed violently due to his old illness.

Everyone was silent.

Some people still looked hesitant, but most people's eyes gradually became firmer.

…

The next day, the elder found Mo Hua and informed everyone of their decision.

"Everyone agreed. Those who have spiritual stones will produce spiritual stones, and those who have the strength will use their strength to rebuild the formation in the spiritual field.

Afterwards, the elder solemnly saluted the ink painting:

"Please sir, please save me, the monk from Qianjia Town, from hunger!"

Mo Hua couldn't bear such a big gift and quickly helped the elder up.

The elder looked at the ink painting expectantly.

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I can't save you."

The elder looked stunned.

Mo Hua sighed: "I can only help you draw the formations, but if the formations can really save you, then the formations used by the ancestors of the Sun family have already saved you."

"But there is no..."

"For all these years, you are still living a life of hunger and satiety."

The elder was shocked when he heard the words, and then he was thoughtful, and his mood fluctuated for a while.

Mo Hua continued:

"I can draw a good formation to make the soil fertile, the spiritual fields harvested, and everyone can have enough to eat."

"But then what?"

"The Sun family is still here, and they will still bully you."

“The spiritual field that has been built will still be destroyed.”

"The formed formation will still be destroyed."

"You don't know how to form, but you still have to be controlled by others and exploited by the Sun family."

"If the formation is built in the spiritual field and the land is fertile, you may be able to live a better life and have more food in one or two years, or even five or six years."

"But what about more than ten years, decades, or even a hundred years from now?"

"Will it be the same as before?"

The elder's expression was filled with deep bitterness, which turned into an indescribable sorrow.

He said helplessly: "But the Sun family has foundation-building monks..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "It's only the early stage of foundation building, and he is considered a half-formation master. He doesn't often fight with others, and his Taoism is unfamiliar."

"Generally speaking, if a dozen or so ninth-level Qi Refiners dare to fight hard, they will be enough to scare him."

Mo Hua added: "The Sun family's domineering behavior is actually relying on the weakness of Ling Nong, who can just get by with it."

"If you are truly united and open to the outside world, they will not dare to act recklessly."

The elder looked hesitant and sighed:

"But... if this happens, I'm afraid people will bleed to death..."

Mo Hua said in a solemn tone:

"If you bleed, your descendants will have enough to eat. If you starve to death, your descendants will also starve to death."

When the elder heard this, he suddenly lost his mind.

Mo Hua comforted him again: "Actually, the Sun family doesn't dare to go too far."

After all, Daotingsi from Shangtaicheng is here.

Although the Dao Tingsi in such a place will not directly take care of matters outside the Immortal City, they will have to intervene if conflicts become serious.

Daotingsi acts according to the "Law of Dao".

At least that's how it looks on the surface.

With the constraints of the "Law of Taoism" and the duties of the Tao Tingsi, the Sun family did not dare to be too presumptuous.

After all, the Sun family is different from the Qian family, or in other words, from the Black Mountain Village of the ancestor of the Qian family.

They are just blood-sucking parasites, not murderous executioners.

"So I can only help you, but I can't save you..."

Mo Hua's eyes were clear and he said frankly, "The only one who can save you is yourselves."

The elder frowned and pondered for a long time, then slowly breathed a sigh of relief, saluted Mo Hua again, and said solemnly:

"Thank you, little sir. I understand."