Asking about longevity

After returning to the sect, Mo Hua thought about Master Gu's words again.

Regardless of the breakdown of the monastic industry, in a sense, the medium is both a spiritual weapon and the spiritual weapon is also a medium.

As his own cultivation level increased, his spiritual consciousness became stronger, and his understanding of the formation became deeper, and he became more and more proficient in using "earth" as a medium and drawing the ground as a formation.

The dependence on general "formation media" is not that high.

For things like spiritual weapons, if you have them, use them. If you don’t have them, it doesn’t matter.

Ink painting is not particularly dependent on it either.

But if you want to generalize the formation, or maximize the function of the formation, you have to consider the adaptation of the formation to the "medium" of foreign objects.

This range is very broad.

It includes both ordinary array media and standard spiritual weapons. Of course, the most important thing is customized spiritual weapons.

The ink painting reminded me of the small fishing village again.

The fishing cultivators in the small fishing village live a difficult life, and their livelihood is difficult. The fishing boats, fishing nets, harpoons and other tools used are very rough in refining technology, not to mention the formations.

Obviously, the cultivation world has been flourishing for more than 20,000 years, and the skills of weapon refining and formations have become very mature.

But these monastic skills can really be used on these low-level monks, only less than one or two tenths.

The world of cultivation has developed, but the inheritance has been monopolized.

Skills have been passed over, but they are used for exploitation.

Not only the small fishing village, Tongxian City, Nanyue City, and the underlying conditions of the various fairy cities seen along the way during Mo Hua's travels are generally like this.

The ink paintings have complex expressions and feelings.

Monks realize the way of heaven and benefit all lives.

The formation is the manifestation of the way of heaven.

I come from a humble background, and I have had so many opportunities along the way, and I have learned so many formations. Naturally, I should uphold the will of heaven and use what I have learned to benefit all people in the world.

This is the "Tao" that I currently understand.

It is the way of cultivation and the way of formation.

Mo Hua looked up at the sky.

The sky is vast, encompassing all things, multiplying all living things, endless, and constantly improving.

Somehow, Mo Hua felt that this should also be the way to "immortality".

But this is just a vague understanding in his mind. Whether it is really the case, he still needs to verify it personally.

The road must be practiced personally.

This is what Master taught me.

To only understand the Tao but not practice it is the same as not having enlightenment.

Only by personally practicing the "Tao" that you have understood can you know whether your "Tao" is right or not.

If you are right, persist; if you are wrong, correct it.

If you go step by step in this way, continue to understand and practice, you can finally achieve the true path to immortality.

The eyes of the ink painting are clear, and the Taoist heart suddenly becomes clear.

After that, whenever he had free time, he began to think about the problem of matching the formation with the formation media.

Consider how to widely apply formations to standard spiritual weapons, and how to maximize the power of formations through customized spiritual weapons...

Mo Hua made a lot of drafts of formation diagrams, but unfortunately he could not leave Qianxuezhou boundary for the time being, so he had to concentrate on learning formations.

Therefore, these draft formation diagrams can only remain at the level of imagination, and there is no chance to test their skills.

The ink painting is a bit regretful.

And time passed little by little, and a few months passed in the blink of an eye.

Mo Hua's consciousness has not increased at all.

Because the law of heaven straddles his sea of ​​consciousness, constantly "deducting taxes" and suppressing his spiritual realm below the eighteen lines to prevent his spiritual thoughts from growing endlessly and breaking through certain limits.

Mo Hua is a little helpless.

When he had time, he also studied the law of the rift in the sea of ​​consciousness, but this kind of thing was too profound, and Mo Hua had never seen it before. He couldn't study it in a short period of time, so he could only let it go.

The days ahead are long, and there is no need to rush into gathering the wool of Heaven.

While his spiritual consciousness was stuck, his cultivation had improved significantly.

Mo Hua can clearly feel that his spiritual power has gradually become saturated and has reached a bottleneck period in the middle realm.

A few days later, one morning, Mo Hua was meditating and practicing. Suddenly, the sea of ​​​​qi trembled, and a vision suddenly occurred.

Just like before, the sea of ​​​​qi was saturated, and the spiritual power suddenly turned into a mercury-like hairspring, overflowing from the meridians, traveling from the collaterals, and converging on the Baihui point on the top of the head.

When passing through the Tianmen acupoint, the spiritual power gossamer is like a weaving thread, seeping into the sea of ​​ink painting consciousness, and finally weaving into a spiritual curtain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This time the spirit curtain was more condensed than during the Qi refining.

When in the Qi Refining Realm, the spiritual curtain was like water mist; at this time, the spiritual curtain was like a water curtain.

In the spiritual curtain, formation patterns flowed.

These formation patterns are all of the second grade, shimmering and complex, forming a large mysterious formation.

This set of processes is very familiar to ink painting.

It is the process of ordinary Tianyan Jue generating the "mystery array" bottleneck.

But the difference is that Mo Hua discovered that the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness this time showed a light silvery white color, just like real amalgam.

This is a manifestation of the qualitative change of spiritual thoughts.

Mo Hua remembered that Huangshan Jun said that the color that symbolizes the divine essence of the divine order starts with silver.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little lucky.

I guessed it right. When you reach the realm of foundation building and break through the bottleneck of Tianyan Jue, you not only need the realm of spiritual consciousness as the foundation, but also need the attainment of formations as the means, and you also need the level of spiritual consciousness as the qualification.

The mystery array in front of me is completely condensed by the power of silver divine marrow. It is like silver flowing down the ground, dazzling with brilliance and filled with magic.

If you don't have enough god level, you are not qualified to solve the puzzle formation.

My attainments in formation techniques are not high and I cannot solve the mystery formation.

If the realm of spiritual consciousness is insufficient, I am afraid that I may not have the ability to encounter this bottleneck.

All the requirements are really unbelievable.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh:

"What kind of skill did I learn..."

The requirements for this skill are too demanding, and it doesn't look like it is taught to anyone.

But it seems that it is impossible to learn it from "gods".

The gods are born to follow the Tao and know it from birth. I have never heard of Mo Hua, but the gods still need to learn the exercises.

So what is this technique for?

Mo Hua frowned.

Demon? magic?

No matter how much Mo Hua thought about it, he thought it was impossible, so he simply gave up.

"That's all, we're all on the pirate ship anyway, so it's impossible to change our ways. We can only continue practicing with our eyes closed."

Mo Hua had already made preparations for breaking through the bottleneck.

He is also very familiar with the matter of liberation.

He also met the conditions for the divine level.

Just take some time, follow the steps, and solve the mysteries one by one, and the bottleneck will naturally be broken.

It's just that the ink painting is a bit unexpected. The color of the mystery array is silver...

Silver is the color of the divine essence, symbolizing the divine order.

The ink painting has swallowed up a large amount of divine marrow, and most of the incarnations of divine thoughts have been blended with light golden blood and traces of pure gold.

Compared to silver, it is far ahead.

The God-level requirement of the bottleneck of Tianyan Jue may seem abnormal, but for today's Mo Hua, it is actually a bit low.

Mo Hua is a little disappointed.

Just silver...

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have had to put in so much effort to explore dry wells, enter fishing villages, enter river temples, kill river gods, and "eat" evil gods.

Worry for nothing.

He planned for a rainy day, but he was a little too ahead of himself.

However, this is only the beginning of the qualitative change of spiritual thoughts. It seems normal to use silver thought power as the threshold.

I'm afraid it won't be that simple later.

"later……"

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and felt a chill in his heart.

The bottleneck at the back, the requirements for the god level are not light gold or pure gold, but higher-grade jade and colored glaze, right?

What level of divine essence is this?

Where can I find the essence of this quality to eat?

The key is, can I defeat these terrible gods?

Mo Hua's scalp is a little numb.

"It seems that you still need to eat more divine marrow. If you can't eat good ones, just eat more ordinary ones. A little will add up. Otherwise, if you break through the bottleneck in the future, you will really be in trouble..."

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

But now, the bottleneck in the middle stage of foundation building is not difficult.

As long as you spend some time, solve the mystery formations of the sea of ​​consciousness one by one, and break through the bottleneck, your cultivation will be successfully promoted to the middle stage of foundation building.

In the middle stage of foundation building, you can keep up with the progress of your classmates, and you don’t have to repeat a grade.

Otherwise, if your cultivation level cannot keep up, you will have to repeat the grade. Then, as my little senior brother, I have only been a junior brother for more than a year, and I will be reduced to a junior brother forever.

Fortunately, my cultivation has caught up now...

Mo Hua slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, ink painting was practiced steadily, breaking through the bottleneck little by little, and the progress was under control.

And soon, the New Year is approaching.

Mo Hua's second year at Taixu Sect is coming to an end.

After the annual end-of-year assessment, Taixumen went on annual vacation.

The results of ink painting were the same as last year, with 1A and 6C, and the performance was stable.

Apart from "A", he could not get any other rating for the formation.

For other tasks such as alchemy and weapon refining, he basically couldn't get any other rating except "C".

It can be said that there are no surprises in this report card, and naturally there is no sense of expectation.

The ink painting has been anticipated for a long time, and the mind is as calm as water.

After the annual vacation, most of the disciples went back to their families to celebrate the New Year.

The ink paintings still stay at Taixumen.

The road to Lizhou is far away, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the sea of ​​clouds is vast. He can't go back at all. He can only stay in the sect alone, reading formation books and learning formation techniques every day to break the bottleneck.

Although lonely, it is fulfilling.

But he still gave himself two days off.

On the twenty-eighth day of the first year of the year, the Gu family had a family dinner.

Aunt Wan asked him to come over and play, relax, look at the lanterns, and eat something good.

Mo Huaben was a little hesitant.

Isn't it a good idea to go to the Gu family's family dinner by yourself?

But Yu'er was at the side, pulling his sleeves, looking at him eagerly with a pair of watery eyes.

Mo Hua was a little soft-hearted, so he agreed.

Soon the twenty-eighth day came, and Mo Hua was about to leave the sect and go to the Gu family, so he went to say goodbye to Mr. Xun.

Mr. Xun was a little surprised when he heard that Mo Hua was going to the Gu family for a family dinner.

He knew that Mo Hua had a relationship with the Gu family, but he didn't expect that the relationship had become so deep that he could even attend the family dinner before the New Year.

Gu family, Wenren family, Shangguan family...

Old Mr.

"You're just going to the banquet?"

Mo Hua scratched his head.

It's not that he doesn't want to give anything.

The point is, he has nothing to give.

The Gu family and the Wen family are both wealthy and powerful families with countless riches, mountains of spiritual stones, and everything they need.

With my small fortune, I have nothing to show for it.

I had given Aunt Wan a golden lotus and three-color carp before, but I got it by chance. It was not easy to get, and it was also very expensive.

Moreover, half of the last three-color carp ended up in her stomach, and the other half was eaten by Yu'er, while Aunt Wan only drank some soup...

Mr. Xun nodded slightly and said, "Wait a moment."

After saying that, he stood up, took out a pen and paper, wrote a few words with his own hand, and handed it to Mo Hua.

"You take it as a gift."

Mo Hua was startled, a little flattered.

Over the past few days, he also knew that Mr. Xun seemed to be an "old teacher", but his knowledge, mind, bearing, and looming majesty were definitely not ordinary monks.

It seems like just a few words, but it must be very precious.

"Old sir..."

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed to answer.

"It's okay," Mr. Xun said with a relieved expression, even with a kind smile, looking at the ink paintings, "Speaking of which, my Taixu Sect owes them a huge favor."

A huge favor...

Mo Hua nodded.

So that's it...there's actually this layer of reason in it.

It is said that the two great families of Shangguan and Wenren have some connection with the three great families of Tai'achongxu and Taixu. It is normal to have some personal relationships with each other.

I just don’t know what it is that can make Taixu Sect owe a favor...

Mo Hua was very curious.

But this kind of human relationship at the sect and family level is not something he can get to the bottom of.

Mo Hua respectfully accepted the calligraphy and said with a smile:

"Thank you sir!"

Mr. Xun stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

Then Mo Hua left Taixumen in a car and went to Gu's house.

The Gu family is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, which is gorgeous but not extravagant, lively and festive.

Gu Changhuai is still busy with Dao Tingsi affairs, and it seems that he will not be back until evening.

As the new year approaches, Wen Renwan has a lot to do, and Mo Hua has not seen her face.

On the other hand, Yu'er jumped for joy when she saw Mo Hua and threw herself into Mo Hua's arms.

Wen Renwei on the side said:

"Miss Wan has something to do. She has time only after the dinner. Young Master Mo might as well take Young Master Yu'er around. Qingzhou City is very lively during the holidays."

Yu'er looked at the ink paintings happily.

Mo Hua also smiled and nodded.

There are only a few days until the Chinese New Year, and Qingju City is indeed very lively and full of New Year flavor.

Drawing formations every day, I haven't rested for a long time in ink painting, and I have become more playful.

He took Yu'er for a day of shopping along the bustling Qingzhou City.

Along the way, there are cars and roads, people are flowing, streets and markets are lined up, and red lanterns are hung from the streets to the corners.

There are occasionally spectacular fireworks, a dazzling array of toys, and snacks with different flavors.

Mo Hua walked around and saw the lively scene around him, and felt a little depressed for a while.

Amid the bustle of people, he thought of those days in Tongxian City again.

I think of my parents, my friends, and my inconspicuous Uncle Zhang.

There is also a master who cares deeply about him, a mysterious puppet grandpa, a stupid little senior brother and a pretty little senior sister...

The path of cultivation is long, and the life is full of ups and downs.

I don’t know when I will be able to see you all again.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh, with a sad look on his face, and suddenly found that there was a bunch of candied haws in front of him.

Mo Hua turned around and saw Yu'er's little hand holding a bunch of long candied haws, putting it in her mouth to nibble, and her other little hand holding another bunch of crystal clear, red, sour and sweet candied haws, handing it to In front of him, like offering a treasure, he said with a milky voice:

"Brother Mo, candied haws!"

Yu'er took two skewers in total, ate one for herself and gave one to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua laughed and touched Yu'er's little head, then took the candied haws and took a bite. It was indeed sour and sweet, very delicious.

After eating the candied haws, Mo Hua felt inexplicably better.

"Let's go, I'll take you to play."

Mo Hua took Yu'er's little hand and walked along the street for a whole day.

It wasn't until night fell, the lanterns were turned on, and the family banquet was about to begin that Mo Hua took Yu'er to look back home.

It's just that the road was crowded and it took a little time.

When he arrived at Gu's house, Mo Hua suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The place that was originally filled with laughter during the day became much more solemn at night, and the monks coming and going were also much more reserved and did not dare to speak loudly.

Mo Hua was a little strange. When he accidentally saw Gu An passing by, his eyes lit up and he quickly waved, "Brother An."

Gu An was startled, and when he saw Mo Hua, he came over immediately and said hello.

Mo Hua asked in a low voice: "Did something happen?"

"Not really," Gu An looked around and lowered his voice, "Someone from Shangguan's family is here."

"Shangguan family?" Mo Hua was stunned, looked down at Yu'er who looked confused, and asked Gu An in confusion, "Shangguan family is here, what can I do? Aren't the Gu family and Shangguan family good friends..."

Why is the atmosphere so tense?

Gu An shook his head, "I don't know either, but the person coming from the Shangguan family this time seems to have a high status and cannot be offended. That's why the head of the family asked the disciples of the family to be careful in their words and actions."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

He just came to have a meal.

What's more, since he is just a young foundation-building monk, even the Shangguan family may not take him seriously.

Soon, the family dinner began.

Most of them are members of the Gu family, either elders, directors, directors, or ordinary disciples.

Mo Hua often visits Gu's house, and most of them look familiar.

Some elders, such as Uncle Gu's aunt, Elder Gu Honggu, see Mo Hua being well-behaved and cute, and often chat with Mo Hua.

Most of the other elders also know Mo Hua.

Many of the ordinary disciples are relatively familiar with Mo Hua.

Most of them served in Daotingsi, and some even "fought side by side" with Mo Hua.

Along the way Mo Hua walked, people kept greeting him, saying hello, chatting, or chatting.

Ink painting is like returning to your own home...

Gu Changhuai, who had just finished his official duties and rushed home, sat and watched with a complicated look on his face.

Even he almost forgot that Mo Hua's surname was "Mo" and not Gu...

Wen Renwan smiled slightly and waved to Mo Hua from a distance.

Mo Hua took Yu'er to Wen Renwan.

Yu'er threw herself into Wen Renwan's arms again and called out affectionately, "Mother."

Wen Renwan's face was full of smiles. He pinched Yu'er's cheeks, turned his head again, smiled and said to Mo Hua:

"You can sit here later and have something delicious to eat."

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

Wen Renwan looked at the face in the ink painting again and said warmly:

"You seem to have lost some weight compared to the past few days. I guess you are practicing too hard. I will ask them to make some more soup later to replenish you."

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thank you, Aunt Wan."

Wen Renwan smiled softly, then pulled Mo Hua to sit down and gave him some fresh spirit melons and fruits to eat.

Mo Hua sat down calmly, took a bite of melon, looked up at the upper seat, and saw two people sitting on the high platform of the first seat not far away.

One person is the head of the Gu family.

I've seen Mo Hua, but I haven't spoken to him.

The other person has a deep aura, a majestic appearance, and is extremely majestic. Although he is over the middle of his life, his temples are slightly white, and there are faint tail lines at the corners of his eyebrows, it can still be seen that he was extremely handsome in his youth.

Mo Hua guessed that this person was Yu'er's grandfather.

That is to say, the current head of the Shangguan family is Shangguan Ce.