Asking about longevity

Are you feeding me pictures, or are you feeding me pictures?

Mo Hua licked his lips, and under the flickering candlelight, the visualization picture seemed to tremble.

The coffin was cold and quite comfortable to lie on.

Mo Hua is waiting and waiting inside...

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement.

Mo Hua frowned.

what happened?

They agreed to use me as a sacrifice, but why didn't anyone come to "eat" me?

After waiting for a while, there was still no response in the coffin.

"The coffin is broken?"

"Or is the curse recited by Lu Chengyun wrong?"

"Or maybe, this visualization diagram to recognize life can only be fed by disciples of the Zhang family?"

That’s not right either…

A group of zombies, some of them eat, who cares who feeds them?

"Then...could it be my problem?"

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then he concentrated on sensing, and sure enough he found something abnormal inside the coffin.

There was a voice in the coffin.

The sound was very subtle, misty, distant and near...

Mo Hua listened carefully, and then he heard that there was an old man talking, his voice was intermittent and full of confusion:

"You... have amazing bones..."

"...The physique is special, and the high-grade spiritual roots are hidden in the meridians..."

"You and I are destined, I will teach you the great road... and help you become an immortal..."

…

Mo Hua curled his lips.

If you really can ascend to immortality, if you don't ascend it yourself, will you pass it on to others?

This voice is obviously the voice of Zhang Quan's ancestor.

I have heard about ink painting many times before.

He thought about it carefully and was suddenly startled.

Could this voice be the key to sacrifice?

Only if you believe his words can you enter the sacrifice?

I have deep spiritual consciousness and a firm Taoist heart, and I don’t believe its lies, so it can’t get into the coffin, and it can’t “eat” me?

Mo Hua thinks it is possible...

He convinced himself and pretended to "believe" the old man's lies.

Sure enough, after a while, the voice became clearer and clearer, and seemed to resound directly in Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

"You and I are destined to help you become an immortal..."

"Help you become an immortal..."

The voice was old, kind, and compassionate.

At the same time, Mo Hua's eyes blurred for a while, and a picture vaguely appeared.

This ink painting looked familiar. It was the picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family that he had coveted for a long time!

Different from the picture in reality, the picture of the Patriarch at this time is surrounded by clouds and curling cigarette smoke. There is a faint golden light in the light, and the figures on it are all with gold edges.

The ancestors of the Zhang family are like immortals standing in the clouds and mist, emerging from the dust one by one with their immortal aura floating in the air.

When Mo Hua saw this, his face was filled with longing, but he secretly said in his heart:

"It's enough to lie to others. In front of your Zhang family's 'little ancestor', don't pretend to be..."

"It's not like I don't know, you are all a bunch of old zombies..."

Mo Hua cursed in his heart, looking at the picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family, he was suddenly stunned.

He found an acquaintance among this group of "people".

This acquaintance turned out to be Zhang Quan!

He was at the end of the queue, with a respectful expression, looking at the ink paintings, but his eyes were a little surprised, resentful and salivating.

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

Zhang Quan is not dead?

No, or rather...

His physical body died, but his spiritual thoughts were not dead. Like the ancestors of the Zhang family, his spiritual thoughts turned into evil spirits and parasitized in the visualization diagram...

Mo Hua gradually figured it out.

No wonder Zhang Quan wanted to see a picture of his Zhang family's ancestor before he died.

It's not really like what he said, he is ashamed of his ancestors and wants to kowtow to make amends.

Instead, I want to let my spiritual thoughts enter the picture after death. In the visualization picture, I will live as a ghost and as a slave.

It actually didn't matter whether Lu Chengyun drew the picture or not. As long as he took the visualization picture out of his storage bag, he had already given Zhang Quan a chance.

Mo Hua had to admit it.

I really underestimated Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan is not as stupid as he thought.

Lu Chengyun obviously didn't expect that Zhang Quan could have such a scheme and that the Zhang family could have such secretive and unpredictable methods.

Mo Hua frowned again.

"But...not all monks should be able to receive this kind of 'treatment' after death..."

The death of the body and the disappearance of the Tao are a great terror.

When their time comes, many monks do whatever they can to keep themselves alive.

The ancestors of the Qian family made the Life-Life Pill, and the ancestors of the Lu family made themselves into corpses, both because they were afraid of death and wanted to live.

If this picture is really capable of parasitic evil spirits.

Even if they don't have a physical body, old villains like the ancestors of the Qian family and the ancestors of the Lu family who have done many evil things will definitely be willing to transform into ghosts and inhabit the picture...

There isn’t much knowledge about monasticism related to ink painting, but thinking about it, it shouldn’t be that simple…

"Is it the Zhang family's bloodline that is special, or is this visualization... itself special?"

The ink painting was secretly pondering in my heart.

After pondering for a moment, he remembered that now was not the time to think about this. He had to hold a "Hongmen Banquet" to entertain "guests".

At this moment, some members of the Zhang family have entered Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

Five people in total.

Two elders and three disciples, one of whom was Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan is the lowest in seniority, but his cultivation level is quite high. He has already reached the foundation-building realm, and he can be regarded as the most distinguished disciple.

But the people he faced were all the ancestors of his "ancestors", so his posture was very low and his tone was very respectful.

After entering the sea of ​​ink painting consciousness, Zhang Quan considered and asked:

"Elder Song, Elder Si, how about we come in first? Shouldn't the ancestors enjoy it first?"

"It doesn't matter."

The Iron Corpse Elder, who was called "Elder Song", said calmly, "What our ancestors rely on is the worship of our divine thoughts connected by blood. If our descendants are strong, our ancestors will be strong. This kind of devouring and supplementing is not laborious. His old man took action personally..."

Zhang Quan said in admiration: "As expected of our ancestors!"

Elder Song nodded and said: "The ancestor's methods are beyond the reach of us juniors."

He looked at Zhang Quan again and praised: "If you can build the foundation and carry forward the corpse path, even if you die in the end, you can still be considered a great contributor..."

"His talent, temperament, and methods are among the best among my disciples of the Zhang family."

"The most important thing is your filial piety towards our ancestors, which is admirable."

"Ancestor appreciates you very much."

"So you will be the first to eat the sacrifice offered this time."

"After you swallow your spiritual consciousness, make up for your injuries, and your strength improves by leaps and bounds, you must serve your ancestors and my Zhang family better!"

Zhang Quan looked excited, cupped his hands and said:

"Disciple Zhang Quan will definitely live up to the expectations of the elders and our ancestors!"

Elder Song nodded happily.

Zhang Quan looked up, his face had turned into a zombie.

It glanced at the ink-painted sea of ​​consciousness, its fangs were stained with saliva, its eyes were greedy, and it murmured:

"Kid, I didn't expect that you would be here today too?"

The taciturn elder Si on the other side heard the words and asked:

"Do you know this sacrifice?"

Zhang Quan nodded and said bitterly:

"To be honest, my disciple has suffered countless losses in the hands of this brat! Every time he tried to kill him, he quickly came back, but he couldn't be killed!"

Elder Si frowned: "It's just a young monk, can't you kill him?"

Zhang Quan immediately explained:

"His cultivation level is not high and his strength is average. If we fight head-on, I can crush him to death with just one hand!"

"But this kid is proficient in formations, cunning, scheming, good at hiding, and able to maneuver both sides. I can't attack him..."

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth.

Elder Song frowned. He couldn't imagine what kind of kid could be proficient in formations, good at hiding, and be cunning and cunning...

Is this a human or a monster?

But it doesn't care, no matter what kind of person it is, in front of them, they are just fish on a knife.

Elder Song comforted Zhang Quan and said:

"It doesn't matter now. Once you reach his sea of ​​consciousness, he will not be able to escape. He can only be slaughtered by you. In the sea of ​​consciousness, we have always had the final say. No matter how powerful he is, he can't make any waves..."

Zhang Quan felt very relieved and said with a smile:

"What the elder said is true."

He paused for a moment, seemed to remember something, and then sighed:

"But no matter how cunning and scheming this kid is, it will still be the same in the end. He will be killed by Lu Chengyun and become a sacrifice, and his body will die..."

Zhang Quan said with a fearful expression:

"Lu Chengyun's scheming and methods are truly terrifying!"

Elder Song smiled contemptuously:

"You don't have to have other people's ambitions to destroy my Zhang family's prestige!"

"In the eyes of our ancestors, this is nothing."

"This Lu Chengyun is just an ancestor's chess piece."

"Once he worships his ancestor, visualizes my ancestor's way, and borrows my ancestor's spiritual thoughts to enhance his spiritual consciousness, one day he will become a puppet of my Zhang family's corpse path."

"Becoming a human being, a corpse without a corpse..."

"He is not a member of my Zhang family. Once his body turns into a corpse, his spiritual thoughts will not be able to enter this picture. He will either lose his mind or become a prey."

Elder Song looked at Zhang Quan and said calmly:

"Although you are dead, you are still alive."

"Although he is alive, he will inevitably die!"

"The descendants of the Zhang family will not allow outsiders to bully you. We, the elders, are here to seek justice for you!"

Zhang Quan was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed and said:

"Thank you elder, thank you ancestor!"

Elder Song helped him stand up and said warmly:

"You are a descendant of my Zhang family. You are valued by our ancestors, so you don't need to be so polite. The top priority is to take supplements in time to recover from your injuries..."

Elder Song looked around, then at the "people", and said with hungry eyes:

"It's time, it's time to have a meal..."

Mo Hua, who was hiding aside and listening to their conversation for a long time, also nodded.

He thought so too!