Asking about longevity

Mo Hua said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang, walked through the bamboo forest, passed through the grass, passed the pond, and arrived under the big locust tree.

Under the big locust tree, Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were reading books.

When Bai Zisheng saw the ink painting, his eyes lit up, he quickly dropped the book in his hand and asked:

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you recently."

Mo Hua opened the food box and distributed the beef and pastries prepared by his mother to Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

"I'm delayed by something."

Bai Zisheng nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and concentrated on eating beef.

He has a simple mind, and if he has meat to eat, he usually doesn't think about anything else.

Mo Hua thought for a while and asked him: "Zisheng, when do you plan to build the foundation?"

Bai Zisheng corrected him: "You have to call me Brother Bai!"

Mo Hua ignored him.

Bai Zisheng was eating the meat painted in ink, but he didn't want to answer, so he said:

"There is still some time left, the foundation needs to be laid, and then the foundation can be built."

Mo Hua nodded.

It seems that Mr. Zhuang is right. If a disciple from an aristocratic family or a sect wants to go a long way in cultivating Taoism, he will not be greedy for temporary success. He will polish his realm and lay a foundation from the beginning of the Qi refining period.

Bai Zisheng asked Mo Hua again: "Are you planning to build a foundation?"

"Yes, I have reached the seventh level of Qi refining, so I have to make plans early."

Bai Zixi took small bites of snacks, raised her head and glanced at Mo Hua, suddenly froze for a moment, frowned and said:

"Your consciousness..."

When Bai Zisheng heard this, he also looked at Mo Hua, and then he was startled, "Mo Hua, what's going on with your consciousness?"

"Oh, my consciousness has established its foundation first.

Mo Hua pretended to be calm, but there was still a little pride in his eyebrows.

Bai Zisheng opened his mouth wide, and Bai Zixi stared at him blankly, forgetting to eat the snack.

"Impossible!" Bai Zisheng said.

"Why isn't it possible?"

"It is impossible for a Qi refining monk to have foundation-building consciousness."

"Oh, let's forget it." Mo Hua said nonchalantly.

Bai Zisheng stared at the ink painting, looking left and right, but still couldn't believe it, "Have you really established the foundation of your spiritual consciousness?"

"Didn't you say it's impossible?"

Bai Zisheng scratched his head and murmured:

"It shouldn't be. I've never heard of spiritual consciousness being able to build the foundation first..."

Mo Hua pinched a piece of snack and put it into his mouth, chewing it with a smile.

"How did you establish the foundation of your spiritual consciousness?" Bai Zisheng couldn't help but ask.

"Brother!" Bai Zixi's voice was clear, with a hint of reproach in her tone.

Only then did Bai Zisheng remember it and said apologetically:

"I shouldn't ask. Monks all have their own opportunities and usually don't tell others."

"It's okay." Mo Hua waved his hand, "But I can't tell you now. I'll tell you if I have the chance in the future."

At present, he has only told Mr. Zhuang about the visualization map. Because it involves the sea of ​​consciousness, and there is a Taoist monument in his sea of ​​consciousness, the fewer people know about it, the better.

At least for now, we can't tell Bai Zisheng.

Seeing Mo Hua being so frank, Bai Zisheng nodded and said, "Okay!"

Mo Hua smiled.

When Bai Zisheng saw Mo Hua's smile, he was suddenly startled and couldn't help asking:

"Why do you suddenly smile so sinisterly and evilly?"

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, and then he remembered that it must be the green-faced kid's evil thoughts, which would pop up occasionally. When he smiled, he would be as evil as the green-faced kid.

Mo Hua rubbed his cheek and said, "It's okay. I've had a bad brain. I'll be fine after a while."

Bai Zisheng was confused when he heard this, but he didn't go into details, but said curiously:

"What have you been doing lately?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and couldn't talk about the visualization diagram, but it shouldn't be a big deal if he told Bai Zisheng and the others about the Black Village.

Moreover, they are descendants of the Bai family and have a good family background, so they may be able to get some other clues.

Mo Hua told Bai Zisheng everything about Heishanzhai.

From the mountain paths hidden between the cliffs, to the mist forest full of mist formations, to the middle of the night, the fat and thin monks asked for directions, and finally talked about the blood-colored alchemy room and the bone-white alchemy furnace...

In addition to the visualization pictures, everything else that can be said has been roughly covered in the ink painting.

Bai Zisheng was horrified and filled with indignation.

One moment he was worried about Mo Hua, and the next moment he was indignant because of the evil cultivators' evil deeds. He wanted to rush into the black mountain stronghold and kill everyone who came in and out, killing all the evil heretics.

In Mo Hua's impression, the disciples of the aristocratic family have strict rules and do things according to the rules, or they are indulgent and pampered and do things lawlessly.

I really don’t know where Bai Zisheng’s righteous and chivalrous temperament came from.

Bai Zixi was also listening so intently that she didn't even notice when the book in her hand fell to the ground.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked:

"Do you know the difference between evil cultivators and demonic cultivators?"

The Third Master regarded him as an old monster possessed by the devil. Logically speaking, the devil cultivator should be stronger and more terrifying than the evil cultivator.

But what is the difference between evil spirits? Mo Hua has never been able to figure it out. When asked Elder Yu, he was vague. He probably didn't have any contact with them on weekdays, so he didn't know much.

After all, if Mo Hua hadn't entered Heishan Village, he would have only seen one evil cultivator so far - the flower picker caught together with Zhang Lan. The flower picker also had one of his legs broken by Mo Hua.

As for the word demon cultivator, Mo Hua rarely even heard it.

"I know this!" Bai Zisheng smiled slightly proudly, and rarely showed off his knowledge in front of Bai Zixi:

"Neither evil cultivators nor demonic cultivators are good things. Those who practice evil cultivators are all evil cultivators. Generally speaking, it doesn't matter whether they are called evil cultivators or demonic cultivators."

"If we want to break it down, evil cultivators generally refer to monks who became monks on the way and fell into evil ways. Demonic cultivators refer to monks who have the inheritance of the authentic demonic path and practice demonic techniques and Taoism."

"The inheritance of demonic cultivators is more authentic, while evil cultivators are wild, so demonic cultivators are generally stronger. Of course, this kind of evil cultivator mainly depends on how bad you are. The worse you are, the more powerful you are, and of course, the more you deserve to die."

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Bai Zisheng said it in detail.

Mo Hua suddenly understood, and suddenly felt a little confused, "How do you know so clearly?"

Bai Zisheng said seriously: "A good monk is a monk who kills demons! In this case, if you don't know yourself and the enemy, how can you kill evil demons?"

Mo Hua sighed, "Okay."

It turned out that this was his idea.

Mo Hua asked again: "What about the evil formation? How is it different from the ordinary formation?"

When it comes to formations, especially in front of ink paintings, Bai Zisheng is a little timid.

He knew Mo Hua's formation level well in his heart. Compared with ordinary formation masters in the Qi refining stage, he didn't know how high it was.

Bai Zisheng didn't dare to talk nonsense. If he made a mistake and was embarrassed in front of Mo Hua, he couldn't be shy and consider himself the "big brother" of Mo Hua.

Although Mo Hua never admitted that he was the "eldest brother"...

Bai Zisheng secretly glanced at his sister Zixi.

Bai Zixi felt helpless and said:

"Evil formations and magic formations are explicitly prohibited by the elders of the clan, and the clan's teachings will not mention them, but I have seen a few words in a book..."

Bai Zixi's dark and slender eyelashes moved slightly, and her autumn-like eyes showed a thoughtful look. She recalled the records in the book and continued after a moment:

"Evil arrays and demonic arrays generally use flesh and blood as the medium for the array, evil thoughts to draw array patterns, inverse avenues as the center of the array, and refining human life as the array eyes."

"As for the specifics, it's not mentioned in the book. I don't know the difference between the evil formation and the magic formation."

Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zisheng said secretly: "How about you ask Mr. Zhuang?"

Mo Hua thought so too, but saw Bai Zixi shaking his head and saying:

"Sir won't tell you."

Mo Hua was stunned and couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Bai Zixi said: "Because you are too smart, Mr. Zhuang is afraid that you will learn it right away."