Asking about longevity

Old Man Ding's grandson was lying on the table, sipping the clear porridge without a grain of rice in small sips. He forced himself not to look at the chicken on the table, but occasionally he couldn't help but take a sneak peek.

Old Man Ding's little grandson is five or six years old, and his name is Ding Miao'er.

The name may be chosen in the hope that he, like the rice seedlings in the field, will grow up smoothly.

The growth of rice seedlings means a good harvest.

When a child grows up, it means peace and success.

Mo Hua drank the porridge in the bowl, ate a piece of chicken, and then pushed the whole plate of meat in front of Miao'er.

"I'm full, let's give it to Miao'er."

Old man Ding said hurriedly: "How can this be done?"

Mo Hua said: "I'll ask you some questions, and if you tell me, it will be considered as the reward for drawing the formation."

Old Man Ding said: "Little sir, if you have anything to do, just ask. Old man, I will tell you everything I know. This is my duty, but this..."

Mo Hua didn't allow him to refuse, "That's it."

Ding Miaoer shook his head and said in a milky voice:

"Big brother, eat."

Mo Hua touched his head and said gently: "You can eat."

Ding Miaoer wanted to refuse.

Grandpa taught him that when guests come to your door, you must treat them well.

But he was really hungry, and he didn't know what meat tasted like for a long time.

He couldn't hold it back and took a bite of chicken.

Then I lost myself in the smell of chicken and started eating one piece after another...

Mo Hua touched his little head again.

Ding Miaoer raised his head, eating meat in his mouth, his eyes bright.

Old Man Ding looked distressed.

This is his grandson, let alone meat. He usually doesn’t even have enough food...

Ding Miaoer was on the side, concentrating on a plate of chicken.

Mo Hua asked Old Man Ding:

"Uncle Ding, are all the formations in this field painted by the Sun family?"

Old Man Ding nodded, "Starting from the ancestors of the Sun family, it has been revised and modified for hundreds of years."

"Ancestors of the Sun family?"

Old man Ding felt a little emotional and said to Mo Hua:

"The ancestors of the Sun family, especially the ancestors of the Sun family, are famous great formation masters far and wide, and they are also first-class good people."

"He was originally a monk from another place. Somehow he ended up living here. Seeing the hardship of the monks in Qianjia Town, he became kindhearted and drew a formation in the spiritual field.

"These formations can make the soil fertile and water-rich, and the spiritual rice can be harvested abundantly, ensuring that we have enough food and clothing."

"The monks in Qianjia Town were extremely grateful to him. They tried their best to retain him and built a mansion for him..."

"That's the current residence of the Sun family, but it has been renovated several times by the Sun family at a huge cost, and it has long lost its original appearance."

"What happened next?" Mo Hua asked.

"Later..." Old Man Ding sighed, "Later, the ancestor of the Sun family passed away for unknown reasons. It is said that he studied formations too much and his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered. But this is a rumor. I don't know what the inside story is... …”

"The ancestor of the Sun family has passed away. We still care about the kindness of the Sun family and are still grateful to them. Every year when there is a harvest, we will send some spiritual grain to them."

"Gradually, the descendants of the Sun family take these things for granted. They feel that we owe them the Sun family, so we should 'pay tribute' to them."

"Some years the harvest is poor and the supply is too little. The Sun family members will scold us and call us 'ungrateful' white-eyed wolves."

"What's even more outrageous is that they later became evil and wanted not only the harvest from the fields, but also the girls in the village to serve them as maids... How could we agree to this?"

"So this kindness turned into hatred..."

"Later on, the rift between us casual cultivators and the Sun family deepened. The Sun family relied on these formations to make the lion open its mouth. Most of our annual harvest must be provided to them."

"But it won't work if you don't give it. This place is close to the mountains, the land is barren, and there is no formation. The spiritual rice in the ground will dry up quickly..."

Old Man Ding sighed deeply.

Mo Hua felt a little emotional when he heard this, and asked again:

"What about the formation here? It was also passed down by the ancestors of the Sun family. Has it never changed?"

Old Man Ding scratched his head, recalled something, and said:

"It does not seem……"

"According to the older generation of monks in the village, the formations drawn by the ancestors of the Sun family are traceless and do not need to be repaired. They can be used for many years."

"Most of the current formations were painted by the descendants of the Sun family. They often break and often need to be repaired."

But more specifically, he didn't know.

He had also heard about the ancestors of the Sun family for a long time. He knew nothing about the formations and couldn't explain why.

Mo Hua frowned.

This is strange.

Since it is a formation, how can it be traceless?

The descendants of the Sun family should know the formations drawn by their ancestors, so why do they draw them again?

Do you just want to use the formation to blackmail the monks who are exploiting the land?

Do the Sun family know what kind of formation their ancestor drew?

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out and thought of another question:

"The Sun family asked you to sell your sons and daughters, but didn't ask you to sell your fields to them?"

Generally speaking, the spiritual field is the most important.

There must be a reason why the Sun family would not eat such a large piece of fat meat.

"The Sun family has ancestral teachings..."

"Ancestral teachings?"

Old Man Ding nodded, "The ancestors of the Sun family made an ancestral motto back then: Any children of the Sun family are not allowed to occupy a piece of land in Qianjia Town for the rest of their lives, otherwise they will lose their surname, cancel their genealogy, and be kicked out of the family!"

Mo Hua was slightly shocked and sighed: "This ancestor of the Sun family is really a good formation master with a broad mind. It's a pity..."

It's a pity that the descendants are unworthy.

Over there, Ding Miaoer finally finished eating the chicken, looking at the ink painting, feeling a little embarrassed and blushing.

This chicken was originally used by his grandfather to entertain Mo Hua, but he ate it all.

Mo Hua then smiled and said:

"I want to go to the fields. Can you take me there?"

Miao'er, who was full after eating, immediately nodded her little head: "Yeah!"

Afterwards, Old Man Ding and Miao Er took the ink paintings to visit the Lingtian.

Mo Hua asked some questions, and Old Man Ding answered them all.

But Mo Hua still couldn't find any clues about the final battle.

Looking around, there are only six cultivation formations in the spiritual field.

It was getting late, so Mo Hua said goodbye and returned to Sun's house.

After meeting Mr. Zhuang and saying hello, Mo Hua went back to the room and exchanged information with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

Bai Zisheng said:

"The head of the Sun family, Sun Yi, is an idiot!"

"Where's the stupidity?" Mo Hua didn't quite understand.

Bai Zisheng looked around and whispered:

"He has studied formations for seventy or eighty years and has built up the foundation. His formations are less than the first level, and his spiritual consciousness is less than ten lines..."

Mo Hua opened his mouth wide, "Is he an elm-headed man?"

Bai Zixi silently looked at the ink painting and said calmly:

"Not everyone can learn formations so quickly."

Mo Hua was slightly startled and whispered: "Then it won't be so slow...what is he doing every day?"

Bai Zisheng curled his lips, "Have dinner, drink tea, watch women dance, and invite me and Zixi to watch too..."

"Don't he learn formations?"

"I learned it," Bai Zisheng said, "I practice a formation every day..."

Mo Hua was silent.

No wonder……

I only practice one formation every day, which is not even a fraction of my own...

Only in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse can one become a first-grade formation master.

It seems that it is not because of poor understanding, but because of being addicted to happiness and having a lazy mind.

"What's the formation level of the other members of the Sun family?"

Bai Zisheng was even more disdainful, "If one soldier is a coward, there will be a whole nest of cowards."

"The head of the family is like this, let alone others. His son, Sun Ze, can only draw four formations..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

The ancestors of the Sun family had a second-grade Grand Formation Master who could truly benefit a group of monks.

Moreover, this second-level formation master may have also comprehended the ultimate formation.

But he didn't expect that his descendants would be domineering and indulge in pleasure.

Even after building a foundation, he didn't become a first-grade formation master.

"What's wrong with you over there?" Bai Zisheng asked Mo Hua.

Mo Hua told what he had learned about, including the affairs of the Sun family's ancestors, monopolizing formations for profit, and the spiritual farmer's lack of rice to make a pot, etc.

Bai Zisheng was a little angry when he heard that, "I didn't expect that he was not only an idiot, but also a bad guy."

Mo Hua asked: "Wouldn't Dao Tingsi take care of this kind of thing about the Sun family?"

Bai Zisheng didn't understand, so he looked at Bai Zixi.

Bai Zixi thought for a moment and said softly:

"Normally I don't care."

"The Dao Tingsi is established in Immortal City and governs the boundaries of Immortal City. The areas radiating outside Immortal City are managed by local families, sects, or local elders. They only need to pay some spiritual stone taxes every year."

"The Dao Tingsi has the authority to take charge of such a small place, but it is beyond its reach. Generally, unless something big happens, they won't bother to take care of it."

Mo Hua nodded.

The hierarchy of the Daoting is strict, but some places below are fragmented, with intertwined interests, and the management is relatively loose.

As long as it does not affect the stability of Daoting, the higher-ups will turn a blind eye to many things.

Mo Hua couldn't help but look at Bai Zixi and praised:

"Sister, you know a lot."

Bai Zixi nodded slightly, with a calm expression, but her long eyelashes were blinking, and there was a trace of pride in her beauty.

"Then you still haven't found any clues to the decisive battle?" Bai Zisheng asked.

Mo Hua nodded regretfully.

"What are you going to do next?"

"I'll go check out Dongshan Village and Lingtian when I have time. I've done some calculations and there should be clues in Lingtian."

Even if the hundred hectares of spiritual field does not exist now, it is very likely that it was painted by the ancestor of the Sun family before.

That is what Old Man Ding said, the "traceless" formation...

In the next few days, Mo Hua would still go to Dongshan Village when he had time.

The Sun family informed Sun Ze of his movements.

Sun Ze reported it to his father, Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family.

"Dad, what does this kid want to do?" Sun Ze said displeased.

Sun Yi frowned and said nothing.

"I sent someone to ask. That kid went to the spiritual field a few days ago and built a soil-nurturing formation. Then he went to an old man's house, had a meal, and then walked around the spiritual field a few times."

"In the next few days, he went there almost every day."

Sun Yi's eyes flashed, "You said he built a soil-nurturing formation?"

Sun Ze nodded.

Sun Yi couldn't believe it, "Such a little brat can actually practice the six-path cultivation formation?"

He looked at his son again and said, "I hate the iron."

"You spend a little of your time on business, and now you can only draw four formations. It's an embarrassment to my Sun family!"

"Dad, you're not much better. You've already established a foundation, and you're not even a first-grade formation master yet..."

Sun Ze cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, let alone contradict him, so he said again:

"Dad, what do you think this brat wants to do?"

Sun Yi's expression gradually became serious, and suddenly his eyes shone brightly:

"Formation... Isn't he trying to inherit my Sun family's formation..."

Sun Ze was also surprised, then he was stunned and said in defeat:

"But, dad...what can we pass on to our family's formation?"

Aren't they all lousy street stuff?

That's just to deceive those mud-legged people who don't understand formations and only know how to farm.

He said that the formation in the field must be repaired by the Sun family.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is an ordinary earth-nurturing formation.

"Dad, just forget about deceiving others, don't deceive yourself too..." Sun Ze said.

Sun Yi scolded: "What do you know? Our Sun family has a secret inheritance from our ancestors!"