Asking about longevity

Mo Hua returned home and established a foundation.

This incident quickly spread throughout Tongxian City.

All the monks in Tongxian City, whether they heard the news first or found out later, were both surprised and happy.

They didn't expect that Mo Hua would build a foundation in just a few years while traveling.

And if you learn the ink painting formation so well, after building the foundation, given time, you might be able to become a second-grade formation master.

The entire Tongxian City may not be able to produce even a second-grade formation master in hundreds of years.

Elder Yu was even more delighted.

He had known for a long time that Mo Hua, a child with extremely high talent and understanding and a kind heart, would have a bright future, but he did not expect that this "future" would come so early.

In a few years, it seems that as soon as I close my eyes or open my eyes, the foundation of my ink painting has been laid.

Now that Mo Hua has returned home, Elder Yu, who has always been a bit stingy, specially took out the spiritual stones he had saved for a long time to hold a "receiving feast" for Mo Hua.

Mo Shan knew that although Elder Yu was a foundation-building elder, he had been struggling to live comfortably by taking care of most casual cultivators for so many years and had not saved many spiritual stones.

But now, Tongxian City is different from the past, and the casual cultivators are living a better life, so naturally they cannot let him spend money.

Mo Shan then said that this was Mo Hua's "foundation banquet" and there was no need for Elder Yu to produce a spiritual stone.

In Tongxian City, the foundation banquet is basically the most solemn banquet.

There are many difficulties in building the foundation of scattered cultivation.

When the foundation is successfully built, it is the biggest event. Usually, a grand banquet is held and a large number of guests are entertained.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua had imagined before that they could hold a "foundation banquet" for Mo Hua and their son in this life.

But before that, I could only think about it.

It’s not easy to build the foundation of casual cultivation...

Ink painting is born with a weak body and weak spiritual roots, so cultivation is bound to be bumpy.

Even if the day comes when Mo Hua really builds the foundation, the two of them may not be able to live until that time, and they may not be able to see it with their own eyes as Mo Hua builds the foundation...

But they never expected that Mo Hua, who was only fifteen years old, had already succeeded in building the foundation.

Mo Shan and his wife were so surprised that they still find it a bit unbelievable.

Even if the ink painting that has already established its foundation is standing in front of them, they feel like they are in a dream...

After that came the "Foundation Building Banquet".

Liu Ruhua took out a lot of spiritual stones and held a banquet at Fushan Tower.

These spiritual stones were saved by her for Mo Hua over the years. She originally planned to use them for Mo Hua to marry his daughter-in-law in the future.

But now that the foundation of ink painting was established, Liu Ruhua was very happy and wanted to spend some money first to celebrate.

Anyway, Mo Hua is still young and it is still early to marry a wife. She will just save more in the future.

What's more, half of Fushan Tower is painted in ink.

The ink paintings are not there, half of them are Liu Ruhua's.

An Xiaofu, the "shopkeeper" of Fushan Tower, even called Liu Ruhua "Master".

An Xiaofu and Mo Hua are very close.

So doing it in Fushan Building is actually about the same as doing it in your own home, and it doesn’t cost too many spiritual stones.

On the day of the Foundation Building Banquet, there was a bustle, with almost all the casual cultivators in the city coming.

These casual cultivators have either grown up watching ink paintings, have a close relationship with Mo Shan, or have been favored by ink paintings...

Some well-known monks in the city also came, including An Jia, Master Luo, Master Qian, and some small families...

There were too many people and the Fushan Tower could not accommodate them.

An Xiaofu temporarily rented the entire street.

Everyone was lively, eating meat and drinking wine.

The entire Tongxian City seemed to be celebrating the New Year.

The monks who came here to do business from other places did not know what was going on and thought that Tongxian City was celebrating some kind of festival.

After asking around, they found out that it was a "Foundation Building Banquet" and that the monk who was building the foundation was a first-grade formation master who had been certified by the Taoist Court. They were all shocked.

Foundation-building monk, first-grade formation master.

In a second-grade immortal city like Tongxian City, he is truly a powerful and famous figure.

These merchants also understand the principle of worshiping in the same temple when visiting one place.

They all prepared some "small gifts" and delivered them to their door in person, asking for a glass of water and wine, feeling happy, and hoping to become familiar with them.

Some merchants even spent some money to come to the ink painting in person to toast and congratulate them.

It was originally a happy event, and no one minded these little thoughts.

Mr. Zheng, relying on his connections, went to the ink painting to propose a toast, holding a wine glass in his hands.

But when he looked up, he discovered that the "first-grade formation master" and "big man in foundation building" was actually a young monk who had walked with him, chatted and ate all the way, with his mouth open so wide that he could fit a duck egg in...

At the foundation banquet, people drank and drank.

Elder Yu was very happy, with a smile on his face, but there seemed to be a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

Time makes people grow old.

Previously, he was the only foundation-building monk in Tongxian City, and he had to bear the pressure to contend with the huge Qian family. Elder Yu could not fall no matter what.

So he has a tough temper, scolds people harshly, and his methods are rogue.

But now, the life of casual cultivators has gotten better. Elder Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that he was a little old.

That kind of anger can't be raised no matter what.

Now looking at the ink painting, the foundation was built at the age of fifteen, Elder Yu was relieved, but also a little surprised, but on the surface, he was still calm.

Mo Hua now has stronger spiritual awareness and sharper observation, so he noticed what Elder Yu was thinking.

He then went to drink with Elder Yu.

What Mo Hua drank was fruit wine, which was brewed by his mother. It was mild and sweet in the mouth, with a slight alcoholic taste but not spicy.

Elder Yu still drinks strong alcohol.

The two drank for a while, and Mo Hua secretly said:

"Elder, what's wrong with you? You're still in the early stages of foundation building..."

Elder Yu was startled and couldn't help but glared at Mo Hua, "In the realm of foundation building, how can it be so easy to practice by climbing a mountain step by step?"

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Elder Yu suddenly sighed and said with a wry smile: "I'm old and can't cultivate anymore..."

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "How can you call yourself old? Think about it, if you break through the middle stage of foundation establishment, you can live for another hundred years. If you break through the late stage of foundation establishment, you can have another hundred years... If you keep breaking through, you won't be old. What..."

Elder Yu laughed, "It's not that easy..."

"Then what is easy?" Mo Hua asked, "It is not easy to go against the Qian family. It is also not easy to make a living as a casual cultivator. Even if it is not easy, you have to do it."

"If something needs to be done, then do it."

"It doesn't matter whether it's easy or not, whether it's successful or not..."

Elder Yu was lost in thought, and after a moment he said in shock: "Who told you these...?"

Mo Hua patted his chest, "Myself!"

Elder Yu obviously didn't believe it.

Mo Hua said seriously with a small face: "Elder, I have already traveled abroad and am already a foundation-building monk who has 'seen the world'."

Elder Yu saw that although Mo Hua had established the foundation, his expression and voice were still the same as before, making sense and being cute at the same time. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Then he thought to himself: "Yes, what does it matter whether you are old or not..."

"I was too tired before and had no time to practice. Now that I can take a breather and have some free time, why don't I just concentrate on seeking realms and improving my cultivation diligently?"

“Monk, monk, cultivate your body and establish your life.

"If you don't practice and hone your body, what kind of monk are you?"

"So what if I get old?"

"So what if you're older?"

"As long as a person lives forever, as long as he does not die, he must be firm in his Taoism and pursue the Tao wholeheartedly..."

Elder Yu suddenly felt enlightened. Gradually, his eyes became serious again, with some edge and a hint of stubbornness.

Mo Hua nodded "pleasedly", and then said: "Elder, this time it's you who are rubbing off on me, next time it will be my turn to rub off on you."

"Have a meal?"

Elder Yu was stunned for a moment before realizing that Mo Hua was talking about the "Foundation Building Banquet".

"What do you want to do with me?"

Mo Hua's little face was solemn, "I want to enjoy the 'Golden Elixir Banquet'!"

Elder Yu squirted out a sip of old wine.

I'm so old, and I'm only in the early stages of foundation building, and you're just thinking about taking advantage of my "Golden Elixir Banquet"?

You kid, you really dare to think better than me.

But he was startled, then thought again, why didn't he dare to think about it? Why don't you dare to think about it?

Whether it can become a golden elixir is another matter, but if you don’t have this little bit of heart and energy, how can you cultivate the Tao?

Elder Yu gritted his teeth and cursed:

"Okay! Go to hell, the golden elixir is the golden elixir!"

Elder Yu's voice was a bit loud, and he even said "go to hell". Everyone around heard it and looked at him in shock.

Only then did Elder Yu realize that he had made a mistake.

But he was thick-skinned, so he pretended that he didn't say anything, clinked glasses with Mo Hua, and started drinking.

Everyone turned their heads knowingly and pretended that nothing happened.

On the contrary, Yu Chengyi, who was not far away, was a little lost.

His dad... hasn't scolded anyone for a long time...

Since the days in Tongxian City have been getting better and better, his father's temper has become more and more "gentle". These days, he basically doesn't curse like before.

It was so gentle that it even seemed strange to him.

But now, Yu Chengyi heard that his father was swearing again...

Although it is unpretentious, just a simple "fuck you", there is only emotion and no technique.

But in his heart, he was inexplicably relieved.

This is indeed the father he is familiar with...

Yu Chengyi thought silently.

Mo Hua actually wanted to curse too, but the words were already on his lips. He looked up and saw his mother, Liu Ruhua, looking at him, and swallowed the words again.

I am a good boy and don’t curse others...

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

…

After the foundation banquet, Mo Hua was busy for a while.

The main reason is that he is very popular in Tongxian City and has too many acquaintances. He wanders around and a few days pass without realizing it.

He met Yan Jiaoxi.

Yan Jiaoxi and Mo Guanshi were busy rebuilding the Xiaolingyin Sect.

It is difficult to build a sect from scratch, but Yan Jiaoxi is determined and will not give up.

The remains of the Xiaolingyin Sect’s elders and leaders were turned into iron corpses by the traitor Lu Chengyun, thus aiding the evildoers.

Later, the corpse attack subsided, and these "corpse-turned" remains were incinerated, brought back by Yan Jiaoxi, and buried on a hilltop near Tongxian City.

Green mountains and green waters hold the remains of the ancestors of the Xiaolingyin Sect.

Mo Hua went to burn incense and paid homage.

Having learned the Lingshu Jue Formation of the Xiaolingyin Sect, I can be regarded as inheriting the inheritance of the Xiaolingyin Sect. After receiving a favor, I naturally have to pay homage to it to show my respect.

Yan Jiaoxi was very pleased when he looked at the current ink paintings, but he was always rigid and didn't say much.

The two drank tea and chatted about formations for a while, before Mo Hua was quietly pulled aside by Mo Guanshi.

Manager Mo took out a stack of drawing paper for Mo Mo to draw on, and said with a sad look on his face:

"I've been worried about this matter for the past few days. You can give me some advice..."

Mo Hua looked at the drawing paper and found that it was all portraits of female nuns.

Ink painting is both familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is that in the past, sects and families often sent him such "beauty pictures" in private in order to seduce him and let him marry into his wife.

At that time in Nanyue City, Lu Chengyun had done this kind of thing.

But what was unfamiliar to him was that the portrait of the woman above was obviously more "mature" and incompatible with his age.

"This is……"

Mo Guanyin acted like a thief and lowered his voice: "I'm helping my senior brother to find a Taoist companion..."

As expected, Mo Hua said in a low voice:

"This kind of thing...shouldn't you let the teacher choose it by himself?"

Manager Mo curled his lips and said, "If the wood doesn't bloom and the iron tree doesn't bloom, it's all in vain to look for him..."

He flipped through a few portraits and placed them in front of the ink paintings, "You can also help me take a look..."

"How about this? A mature lady, still charming and charming. It is said that she is single and has many spiritual stones..."

Ink painting discovered blind spots:

"How did she get these spiritual stones...?"

Mo Guanshi was stunned for a moment, then patted his head, "Yes, yes, this won't work..."

"It's so dangerous, I was almost deceived by appearances."

"If you show this to senior brother, you won't be scolded to death by him..."

Manager Mo pointed at another one, "This one has a slightly inferior appearance, but her family background is good. She is a daughter of the Song family, a hundred miles away... but it is said that she has a bad temper, so she has not been married for a hundred years..."

"You have a bad temper and you don't get along with your teacher..."

Manager Mo nodded, "That's right. Senior brother is really married and his personalities are not compatible. I guess there won't be more trouble..."

He shook his head and continued to mutter:

"This is the daughter of a sect elder. If senior brother wants to rebuild the sect, I think he can help him..."

"This...can't do it, the wind and dust are too heavy..."

"This... the portrait is too fake. I guess I gave the painter a lot of spiritual stones as 'touch-up fee'..."

"This makeup is too heavy, and my face looks pale..."

…

Mo Guanshi counted several of them, but felt they were inappropriate. Finally, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"This is good! Although he looks ordinary, he has a good temperament and is obsessed with formations. He has not been married for more than a hundred years. He is like my senior brother..."

Mo Hua glanced over and saw a woman with tied up hair and no make-up. She didn't wear any makeup. Her appearance was not outstanding, but her temperament was intellectual, which was indeed a good match for her teacher.

Manager Mo also looked more and more suitable, but after a while, he muttered again:

"It's just my senior brother's stubborn head and stubborn temper. Others may not be able to like him..."

"What's wrong with my slender head?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

When Guanshi Mo looked up, he found Yan Jiaoxi looking at him with an indifferent expression.

Finished...

Mo Guanshi felt cold.

Only then did he realize that when he was here with Mo Hua and secretly helped Yan Jiaoxi choose a "Taoist partner", Yan Jiaoxi was standing behind them, watching them silently...

The bad things I said must have been heard...

The ink painting on the side looked at the nose and mouth, silently.

He has a strong sense of consciousness, and he actually knew that Yan Jiaoxi was coming, but when he saw that Guanshi Mo was too immersed in what he was talking about and was not focused on anything else, he didn't have the nerve to interrupt him...

Yan Jiaoxi's face looked ugly.

Manager Mo noticed something was wrong and hesitated:

"I remembered...I...I still have something to do at the Formation Pavilion, so I'll go back first..."

After saying that, he ran away like the wind.

Mo Hua didn't even know that Fatty Mo was so good at body movement...

Mo Guanshi had already left, and Mo Hua was too embarrassed to stay, so he stood up and saluted:

"Teacher, I'm going back first, and I'll see you next time."

Yan Jiaoxi nodded and looked at the ink painting with expectation, but he also warned: "Don't follow that fat man's bad example..."

The "fat man" that Yan Jiaoxi refers to is naturally the one who doesn't care.

"Okay, teach!"

Mo Hua promised with all his heart, and then slipped away.

After Mo Hua left, Yan Jiaoxi sighed helplessly and bent down to pick up the drawing papers scattered on the ground one by one.

But when he picked up one of them, Yan Jiaoxi was suddenly startled.

The one on the picture is a woman with tied hair and no makeup. Her eyes are focused and she has nothing else in her mind. She is a female formation master who is dedicated to studying formations and can draw nine-line formations...

Yan Jiaoxi was a little distracted for a moment...

…

After bidding farewell to Yan Jiaoxi, Mo Hua visited Mr. Feng again.

Mr. Feng is very kind to ink painting.

When Mo Hua was a child, he was weak and had insufficient vitality. Mr. Feng used elixirs to nurse him back to health.

Later, my mother became seriously ill, but it was only thanks to Mr. Feng that she was fine.

Mr. Feng didn't go to the foundation banquet.

Mr. Feng is an alchemist who is in charge of Xinglin Hall. He treats illnesses and saves people. He is unable to get away from it. Moreover, he is old and doesn't like making noise very much.

Liu Ruhua prepared some exquisite and light wine and food and asked Mo Hua to give it to Mr. Feng to try.

Mo Hua also gave Mr. Feng some alchemy books and prescriptions he had collected along the way when he was traveling, as a gift for the reunion after a long absence.

Mr. Feng was overjoyed, stroking his beard and nodding.

He looked at the ink painting again and couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

He has watched Mo Hua grow up since he was a child. He has grown up slowly from a little bit until now. Although he is only fifteen years old and not very old, he is already a famous first-class formation master, and a great master. Brother Ji...

Moreover, he also used formation techniques to help so many monks in Tongxian City.

"What a good boy..."

Mr. Feng's eyes were filled with relief.

People were coming and going in Xinglin Hall, and Mr. Feng was a little busy.

Mo Hua couldn't be bothered, so he chatted for a while and confirmed that Mr. Feng was fine, then stood up and left.

Before leaving, Mr. Feng suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and then solemnly said:

"Ink painting..."

"It is rare for you to have such accomplishments and formations at such a young age, and you will have a bright future in the future..."

"But no matter how high your cultivation level is in the future, all the monks and all living beings in this world will be nothing more than humble ants and the dust at your feet..."

"You must never forget your original intention, don't be arrogant, numb and indifferent."

"Don't forget, no matter how humble a person is, he is still a human being, a living person with joys and sorrows of life and death..."

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then his eyes sparkled, his Taoist heart became clear, and he said with a clear smile:

"Okay, Grandpa Feng, I'll keep it in mind!"

I haven’t finished the detailed outline, there’s only been one update recently~

I'll add more later when I straighten it out.