Asking about longevity

"Foundation building!"

Mo Hua's eyes shined.

He has been waiting for this day for a long time!

When he thought that he would soon be able to build a foundation, Mo Hua couldn't help but squint his eyes and smile, with a naive little face, like a cat leisurely basking in the sun.

Bai Zixi looked at it with gentle eyes and a slight smile on her lips.

Bai Zisheng curled his lips:

"It's no good, just building a foundation, so I'm so happy..."

"You are my junior brother, so your ambitions should be long-term. At least it should be Jindan, or Yuhua..."

Mo Hua was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Now that he is in a good mood, he doesn't care about his younger brother anymore.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at Mo Hua gently, smiled slightly, thought of something, and said slowly:

"Don't be too happy too early. Your foundation building is different from ordinary people. It probably won't be that easy..."

Mo Hua was startled and whispered:

"Is it because of the bottleneck of spiritual consciousness?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

Mo Hua frowned and calculated carefully.

According to what Mr. Zhuang said before, his path of cultivation is to first cultivate his spiritual consciousness to the middle stage of foundation building, around the fourteenth pattern.

Then, he would use the rule of breakthrough in cultivation and doubling of spiritual consciousness to cross a large level in one fell swoop, directly increasing his spiritual consciousness to the late stage of foundation building.

As for whether it is seventeen lines, eighteen lines, or nineteen lines, it is hard to say.

However, even if there are only seventeen lines, it is quite outrageous.

In the early stage of foundation building, there is spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation building.

This also means that in the way of formations, Mo Hua has just entered the second level, and he has enough spiritual consciousness to learn the high-level formations of the second level!

The entire skill of ink painting relies on spiritual consciousness.

With strong spiritual consciousness, in addition to formations, body skills and spells will benefit.

But this is just the idea of ​​ink painting.

Whether this is really the case is hard to say.

Because as Mr. Zhuang said, there are very few monks who have realized the Tao with spiritual consciousness. There are not enough precedents to use as a reference, and it is impossible to know what changes will happen behind this road.

Moreover, the bottleneck between the thirteenth and fourteenth lines of spiritual consciousness is much more difficult than Mo Hua thought.

The thirteenth to fourteenth lines seem to be only one line apart.

But it is the bottleneck from the early stage of foundation building to the middle stage of foundation building.

And ink painting is just for refining qi.

Now, he is still practicing formations every day, and his spiritual consciousness is slowly increasing, but no matter what, he is still only at the peak of the thirteen lines.

Between the thirteenth and fourteenth lines, it looks like a natural chasm.

No matter how much spiritual consciousness is enhanced, it seems to be just a drop in the bucket.

There is no way to break through the bottleneck and reach the realm of the fourteenth pattern.

I don’t know how long it will take to practice the fourteenth pattern. Even if I learn the thirteenth pattern, the speed will probably be very slow...

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at the ink painting, smiled gently, and said calmly:

"A thousand miles begins with a single step."

“Don’t feel hesitant just because the road ahead is bumpy and long.”

"As long as this is the path you want to take, there is no need to hesitate. All you have to do is focus on it and walk step by step..."

"You will understand many things as you walk."

"And many opportunities and turning points can only be discovered on the road."

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly and he nodded.

Mr. Zhuang looked at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi again and said warmly:

"The situation of the Bai family is complicated, so I can't say more, but these words are the same to you."

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both raised their hands and said, "Okay, Master."

But Bai Zixi was thoughtful, and Bai Zisheng was still a little confused.

…

In the days that followed, Mo Hua continued to draw formations.

Boring, mechanical, repetitive.

Seems boring.

But every time I draw it, I become more proficient in the formation and understand it more deeply.

Things that happen by chance should be taken as they come, and cannot be forced.

But practicing the formation is something you can do on your own.

Mo Hua gradually calmed down.

In the previous days and nights, the ink paintings were drawn like this.

In the long time to come, ink paintings will continue like this...

He took Mr. Zhuang's words to heart.

A thousand miles begins with a single step.

Just keep your mind focused, go step by step, and draw over and over again...

…

After Mo Hua left, Nanyue City gradually calmed down.

The monks from all sides of the Taoist court who were ordered to suppress the corpse mine gradually dispersed.

Only the skinny old man, the middle-aged monk, Master Yun and a group of monks were still gathered together.

Their purpose was not to mine corpses in the first place.

The skinny old man sighed:

"Now it is clear that it is indeed not us who calculated the traces of that person, but that person who deliberately revealed the cause and effect and led us here."

"It's said to be attracting us, but actually it's more like calling us here..."

Some monks said displeasedly: "When we are spiritual pets, we are summoned just when we are called?"

"This is the truth."

"What truth? I think it's bullshit?"

"The key is, they summoned us and worked in vain..."

"How do you call it a waste of time? Corpse King, Dao Evil, how big a cause and effect is this, and how big a disaster will it be if it is not solved?"

"Yes, in my opinion, this is a good thing..."

"That's what you say, but are you so willing to be fooled?"

"Otherwise? What can you do?"

…

There was some noise in the hall for a while.

The respected white-haired old man signaled everyone to be silent, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"In any case, the man who brought us here to suppress the corpse mine, solve the chaos of Daoist evil, and avoid the destruction of life in the state boundary, is also a good deed in accordance with the destiny."

"Everyone has contributed to this battle."

"As for that person, even though he is arrogant and looks down on all living beings, he is still a moral person."

Among the people, some agreed and some disdained.

Master Yun, on the other hand, nodded seriously.

The white-haired old man added: "The question now is, where did that person go?"

Everyone looked at each other, frowning in thought.

Someone asked: "Is there any trace of that person in Nanyue City?"

"No... at least, I didn't find it."

"We didn't find any clues..."

"No trace at all..."

"There seems to be no monk in the entire Nanyue City who has seen that person's appearance or knows his whereabouts..."

"Then has he been here before?"

"It looks like he hasn't been here before."

"If he has never been here, how would he know about the corpse mine?"

"You don't think that he can know these things only if he comes here in person and sees it with his own eyes, right? You underestimate him too much..."

Many monks nodded secretly.

A monk said: "I'm just wondering, could all of this be part of that person's plan?"

"Including the evil deeds of the Corpse King, the suppression of the corpse mine battle, Lu Chengyun's conspiracy, and the little formation master who made the Corpse King surrender. Are his every move also included in that person's calculations? .”

"If this is the case, it would be terrible..."

"If this is really the case, we will never see that person's face in our lifetime."

"Be content. Tianshu Pavilion has been tracking down this person for hundreds of years, but there is no clue about that person. Now that we are gathered here, experiencing this kind of thing is the closest we have ever been to that person."

"The scheming is too deep..."

"really……"

"Speaking of which, that little formation master is really not that simple."

"yes……"

"I don't know where such a powerful little formation master came from..."

Everyone was amazed.

"Speaking of the small formation master..." someone frowned and thought, "...there is also a small formation master in Tongxian City. It is said that the small formation master set up a large formation and killed the great demon Feng Xi..."

Everyone was quiet for a while.

Someone said with a serious face: "Would you rather believe this than believe that I am the reincarnation of Taoist Master?"

"Are you worthy of being reincarnated in your mother's life?"

"You dare to scold me?"

"So, the small formation master is setting up a big formation. What do you think the big formation is?"

"Indeed, isn't the grand formation child's play?"

A monk frowned and said: "But... I heard from the elders of Tianshu Pavilion that a big demon was indeed born in Tongxian City in the second-grade Black Mountain State border, and someone did set up a large formation to suppress the big demon..."

"Does this need to be said? That person's cause and effect appeared in Tongxian City. So it's not that the small formation master set up a large formation to kill the big demon, but that there is that person behind it..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused.

Everyone present also realized that something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, their faces turned pale.

Tongxian City, there is that person behind it...

That person was also behind the incident in Nanyue City...

There are small formation masters in Tongxian City, and there are also small formation masters in Nanyue City...

An astonishing guess emerged in everyone's mind:

This little formation master couldn't be...that little formation master...

If that's the case, then the person behind this little formation master is... the person they are looking for? !

What is their relationship?

A middle-aged monk swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty:

"This little formation master, does it mean... that he also has a master?"

Everyone's hearts jumped suddenly.

Master? !

Is this little formation master that person’s disciple? !

What do you mean no clues?

What is no trace?

That man's disciples appeared in front of them openly and openly, suppressing the corpse king and quelling the corpse problem together, and even chatted and ate together.

Before leaving, did these people say goodbye to him? ?

The monks present couldn't accept it for a moment.

After a while, someone said:

"Could it be that Mr. Zhuang has been in the city all this time?"

"If you want to call me 'that man', you can't call me Mr. Zhuang, otherwise he will know about it."

"If you call me this, he won't know?"

Everyone was silent, and then they all sighed.

That’s all, Mr. Zhuang, let’s just be Mr. Zhuang.

When they call "that person", it's like hiding their ears and stealing the bell. They can only deceive themselves...

"Tell me, when Mr. Zhuang left Nanyue City in that big white horse-drawn carriage that day, Mr. Zhuang... was in the car..."

It would be better not to say this.

As soon as he said it, everyone felt even more bitter and regretful.

The person he was looking for was right in front of them, riding away in a carriage in front of them.

They went to say goodbye without knowing anything.

Some monks didn't believe it: "It's impossible, it can't be such a coincidence."

But the skinny old man shook his head, "With Qi refining skills, he can draw a first-class ultimate formation. Except for Mr. Zhuang, no one else can teach such a disciple."

Master Yun's expression also showed some emotion.

"And," the skinny old man continued, "this young gentleman also has a pair of senior brothers and sisters named Bai."

"These two young monks are amazingly talented, but they are hard to see through."

"That girl has a fierce temperament. She is not showy or showy, but she is by no means simple. As for that little boy..."

The skinny old man's eyes showed deep fear, "The Tao method used is the Dragon Returning Spear!"

"From Long Daofa, the Bai family, I think you all can understand what this means without me saying more..."

Everyone was awestruck.

The Bai family in Qianzhou is really a giant...

"But what does the Bai family have to do with that person?" A monk asked.

The skinny old man sighed: "The Bai family does have some connection with Mr. Zhuang, but it's best not to inquire about this matter. The Bai family is not something we can afford to offend."

"So, this young gentleman is indeed Mr. Zhuang's disciple?"

The skinny old man was a little shocked and a little unbelievable, and couldn't help but sigh:

"That should be it..."

The atmosphere became even more silent for a moment.

They have a fate to find Mr. Zhuang and find a way to spy on Mr. Zhuang's secrets.

But after experiencing everything in the corpse mine, they really didn't want to be enemies with this young gentleman.

Suddenly someone asked:

"What is the origin of this young gentleman? Where did he come from? Does he have a family or a sect? Why was he accepted as a disciple by Mr. Zhuang? If I remember correctly, Mr. Zhuang has not accepted a disciple for a long time..."

Everyone frowned.

"This little gentleman..."

Someone just opened his mouth and was suddenly startled, "...What is this young gentleman's name?"

"Are you stupid? This young gentleman's last name is..."

Another person also suddenly got stuck.

What's your last name?

"white?"

"That's the last name of his senior brother and sister."

"It's strange, I still remember his senior brother and sister, why can't I remember him?"

"I don't know the name, and I can't remember the face either..."

Someone was suddenly startled, "What did this young gentleman do?"

This time, everyone was confused.

A picture emerged in their consciousness:

Under the bloody sky, corpses danced wildly, and the Corpse King confronted the young gentleman.

They still remembered the various emotions such as heart palpitations, shock, and disbelief at that time, but what exactly this young gentleman did and what happened after that were all blurred.

The white-haired old man thought for a moment and sighed:

"Mr. Zhuang, there is a fog in the cause and effect. We don't have enough spiritual awareness to peek..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

"Is there still such a way?"

"Wouldn't that mean there are no clues at all?"

"Senior, is there anything you can do?"

The white-haired old man frowned in thought, and then said slowly: "It may be possible to catch a glimpse of the leopard through the divine calculation..."

"Senior, can you..."

The white-haired old man shook his head and said helplessly:

"I am getting old, my consciousness is declining, and I can no longer calculate..."

Everyone looked at each other.

Someone looked at the skinny old man and said, "Senior Wen, how about you count on me?"

The skinny old man was startled, "Should I count?"

The man nodded and said: "Now you are the master of calculation here."

"But..." The skinny old man looked troubled.

The man continued: "You also have the blessing of three talented people who can easily count copper coins. They can't be counted as Mr. Zhuang, but they can be counted as his little disciples. There should be no problem."

Others also echoed: "Senior Wen, you have worked hard."

The skinny old man felt miserable.

The rafters at the top rot first.

Why did this unlucky job fall on him?

The skinny old man wanted to refuse, but there were so many monks present, all of whom were well-known and had families and sects. If he brushed them off, they might be resented by small-minded people.

"Forget it, let's forget it."

And he himself wanted to know where this young gentleman came from.

How could he be able to make Mr. Zhuang, who has high eyesight, be accepted as his disciple.

It can also keep Mr. Zhuang from being confused and cover up his cause and effect.

The skinny old man took out the copper coin, his spiritual consciousness poured out, and he spoke eloquently. The copper coin was turned over in disorder, and finally settled.

The skinny old man held the copper coin, placed it on his forehead, and closed his eyes to feel.

But within the vision of spiritual consciousness, there was a fog.

After half a day, still nothing.

The skinny old man opened his eyes, sighed, and said helplessly: "The secret has indeed been covered up, it's a fog, nothing can be calculated, it is indeed Mr. Zhuang's handiwork..."

Everyone was a little disappointed when they heard this.

There may be clues about Mr. Zhuang hidden in this young gentleman.

And it’s very crucial.

But if you can’t calculate it, there’s nothing you can do about it.

The middle-aged monk frowned, "I can't count Mr. Zhuang, but how come I can't even figure out his disciples..."

"Senior Wen, how about you change the direction and do the math again?"

"That's right, don't count him, count his parents, relatives, friends and other people around him, or count his past, where he lives, where he has been?"

"Just a little trace will do."

The skinny old man scolded them bloody in his heart.

I have to do this kind of unfortunate thing all by myself.

He is not without temper either.

The skinny old man said: "My ability is limited. If you want me to continue doing calculations, you have to lend me your weekly calculator."

After saying this, some people hesitated.

Spiritual weapons that contain the principles of heaven and earth and can help with calculations are all good things and cannot be borrowed easily.

Seeing their expressions, the skinny old man sneered in his heart.

It is easy to ask others to help, but you are reluctant to pay the price.

At this moment, the white-haired old man spoke:

"I would like to lend the meditation futon to Brother Wen..."

The skinny old man was startled.

The white-haired old man said to the others: "Mr. Zhuang has a big secret, which is of great importance. I believe that you will not be stingy with this little extraneous thing, because it is a small thing but a big loss."

Everyone was silent, and after pondering for a moment, they made up their minds, and one after another someone said:

"I have a second-grade Heavenly Secret Disk..."

"I have a refreshing incense..."

"My wooden hairpin is a deadwood hairpin. It can speed up mental arithmetic..."

…

Soon, a pile of spiritual weapons appeared in front of the skinny old man.

The skinny old man looked at these spiritual weapons, a little surprised, and then a little excited.

These are the top-grade spiritual weapons used by the algorithm.

Moreover, many of them are secret spiritual weapons passed down by aristocratic families or sects and will not be easily used by outsiders.

The skinny old man suddenly became energetic.

In his life, he has never performed such a "rich" calculation.

With the blessing of these calculators, he may really be able to compete with Mr. Zhuang.

Peer through the fog created by Mr. Zhuang and get a glimpse of the hidden secrets.

The skinny old man perked up.

Then he rested for a while, and when his spiritual consciousness was full, he solemnly burned incense to nourish the spirit, put on a dead wood hairpin, sat in a meditation group, placed three copper coins on the heavenly disk, and spread them out...

With the blessing of so many spiritual weapons, his spiritual consciousness is extremely full, his thoughts are extremely clear, and his eyes are like a glow, and he seems to be able to see through the past and deduce the future.

The skinny old man sat upright and began to calculate.

Although he is now "fully armed", he is still not careless.

He is not greedy, not too much at a time, just a little bit. He wants to see the past of the little formation master shrouded in fog, see some experiences for a moment, find some clues, and get a glimpse of the cause and effect.

No matter how deep the fog created by Mr. Zhuang is, it will not be without blind spots.

The skinny old man sat cross-legged patiently and calculated carefully.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally cleared away a layer of fog from the confusion and unknown!

The skinny old man was overjoyed. Just as he was about to take a look, his heart suddenly jumped violently, and a warning sign suddenly appeared.

It's like there's something extremely terrifying hidden under the mist.

Just touching it made his heart beat with fear and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Even in the mist, there is a hint of rotten, ferocious, and cold aura.

Although this aura is obscure, it exudes a chilling aura of death.

Like a basin of cold water, Duotou poured it down.

The skinny old man suddenly woke up:

What am I doing?

Who gave me the courage to peek into the fog created by Mr. Zhuang?

Am I worthy?

What is my ability?

What state is Mr. Zhuang in?

The skinny old man's hands were shaking and his heart was trembling.

"What a damn risk!"

"I was almost confused by these spiritual weapons, my self-confidence was inflated, I overestimated myself, and lost my duty."

Being a human being requires a duty, and doing business also requires a duty.

The greater the ability, the greater the cause and effect.

If you can't calculate it, it means your ability is not up to it.

If you don't have enough ability, if you force yourself to calculate, you will encounter causal backlash beyond your ability. Even if you die, it will not be surprising.

The skinny old man took a long breath.

But his heart was still beating wildly, as if he hadn't recovered from the alarm.

The skinny old man was terrified, but also felt lucky to survive the disaster.

Fortunately, I have self-awareness and understand the "cai", otherwise it would have almost caused a catastrophe.

The other monks saw the look of enlightenment on the skinny old man's face, and they all stepped forward and asked:

"Senior Wen, how's it going?"

"Did you figure it out?"

I figured out who your mother is! !

The skinny old man cursed in his heart.

It was a fart calculation, and I almost lost my life.

But if you can't say this clearly, it will not only offend everyone's face, but also lose your own face.

The skinny old man sighed, "Mr. Zhuang does have amazing talent, but I can't see through his methods..."

Everyone sighed in disappointment.

The clue is broken again.

Some people also questioned, "With so many calculators, it's impossible not to be able to calculate. Senior Wen, you don't want to keep this secret to yourself, do you?"

The skinny old man looked at him coldly, "How about I give you the calculator and you do the math?"

The man then stopped and kept silent.

He can only talk about it, but if he is asked to do it, he really doesn't know anything.

The skinny old man returned the calculator, cupped his fists and said:

"I am old and incapable, and I have failed to live up to your good wishes."

The white-haired old man knew the difficulty and danger of this matter, so he was very considerate and said:

"Thank you for your hard work, brother Wen."

The monks on the side felt a little sorry when they saw this, and they all said:

"Senior Luo Wen is here."

"Senior Wen, thank you for your hard work."

…

They just tried it with a just-in-case mentality, but it was expected that the calculation would not work out. After all, there are very few monks in the world who are more proficient in calculations than Mr. Zhuang.

This matter can only be discussed in the long term.

Everyone went back to rest.

The skinny old man also put away his three copper coins.

It was only when he picked up the copper coin that he discovered that there was... a slight crack on the edge of the coin.

The skinny old man was stunned for a moment, then calmed down and thought about it.

Then the whole person was swallowed up by huge fear.

Only then did he realize that he was not self-aware.

It was this copper coin that blocked a dangerous situation at a critical moment and saved his life!

That's why I felt a warning sign!

Only then can you think of quitting and escape the disaster!

I am the real survivor!

The skinny old man's hands and feet were weak, and he slumped down on the chair. His chest, which had just calmed down, suddenly started to beat with fear, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

There was residual fear in his eyes.

What is it under the fog?

How terrifying is this little gentleman’s cause and effect?

He only peeked at a corner, no, he almost died before he could even peek? !

What exactly resides in his destiny...

Thank you ChanSO for the tip~

I originally wanted to break off the chapters and save some for updating tomorrow, but after thinking about it, I still couldn’t do it...