Asking about longevity

The mountains are steep and the scenery is beautiful.

Fallen leaves accumulate in a thick layer. After they rot, they blend with the soil and become soft when stepped on.

A pale yellow miasma floats in the mountains.

Milky white clouds and mist enveloped the forest.

The gurgling stream comes from nowhere, soaked in rugged rocks, and flows to nowhere.

Mo Hua took a miasma-preventing pill to drive away the miasma in his body. He let go of his spiritual consciousness and was wary of the monsters in the forest. He cautiously walked northward along the rugged mountain road.

After walking for most of the day, until the sun set, the mountains were shrouded in twilight, and the deep forest became darker and deeper.

Mo Hua looked up and found that it was late at night and the fog was thick, and the miasma was thick, cutting off his consciousness.

The range of spiritual perception is less than half that of daylight.

The evil spirit in the mountains is gradually getting stronger.

Some monsters that were "rising at night and sleeping day and night" seemed to be gradually waking up. In the desolate night, they let out strange and inexplicable low roars that echoed low in the mountains.

Mo Hua frowned.

It seems that I can’t make it through the night...

He remembered the old man's talk about the ruined temple, and based on his memory, he let go of his consciousness, found his bearings, and walked towards a hidden mountain road.

After walking through a forest, climbing over a huge rock, and walking for another half an hour, I finally saw a ruined temple on the mountainside.

The temple is dilapidated, but it is somewhat popular. It seems that monks occasionally pass by and rest here.

The demonic miasma nearby is also lighter.

In front of the ruined temple, there is a simple and steep stone staircase.

The ink painting climbed up the steps, feeling like passing water and light underfoot. It didn't take long before we arrived in front of the ruined temple.

One door of the ruined temple is missing, and the other door is also stained and stained by the sun and rain.

After entering the door, the walls were drafty and dirty.

The cold moonlight shone from the roof, reflecting a clay sculpture in the middle, its face glowing white and eerie.

This clay sculpture has a long and narrow face, with a human face, but no face.

The eyes were illuminated by the moonlight, and there was something strange about them. Through the dark night, they stared at the ink paintings as if they were human and inhuman.

The ink painting is fearless and looks at the clay sculpture with its big eyes open.

After looking at each other for a while, the clay sculpture's gaze silently moved away, seemingly due to the deflection of the moonlight...

Mo Hua didn't let it go, and walked straight to the clay sculpture, staring at the clay sculpture with deep eyes.

The clay sculptures were immediately stable and on duty.

Mo Hua jumped on the altar, looked around the clay sculpture, and muttered:

"No, why is there nothing?"

"There should be..."

"I can't be wrong..."

Mo Hua looked confused.

The clay sculpture's eyes had lost their luster, and they even wanted to close their eyes.

Mo Hua licked his lips, "What a pity..."

Then he jumped off the altar, cleared an open space, used ink with his spiritual consciousness, and drew a warm fire formation.

As soon as the warm fire array was lit, the orange fire light rose, dispelling the night in the temple and the coldness in the mountains.

Mo Hua was wrapped in a small blanket and warmed by the fire, feeling very warm.

The warmth rose, and Mo Hua suddenly felt hungry again, so he took out some sweet potatoes and dried meat from the storage bag and roasted them on the warm fire array.

Roast over the fire, eat the fragrant and glutinous potatoes, chew the spicy beef, and drink the sweet fruit stuffed by my mother.

Mo Hua shook his head and his head, very comfortable.

After eating and drinking, Mo Hua turned off the heating array, wrapped the blanket tightly, and fell asleep with the remaining warmth on the ground.

It became quiet in the ruined temple.

The cold moonlight shone down again, illuminating the eyes of the clay sculpture on the altar.

The cold eyes of the clay sculpture slowly lowered and looked at Mo Hua, who was wrapped up like a "little rice dumpling" and seemed to be sleeping soundly as if there was no one around.

The clay sculpture's eyes flashed, thinking about something.

In the time it took to make a cup of tea, a layer of faint white light emerged above the clay sculpture.

This layer of light seems illusory, vague and obscure.

It can be felt by spiritual consciousness but cannot be seen by the eyes.

The white light gradually lengthened, and slowly condensed into a long and narrow figure.

It emerged from the clay sculpture, with a body like a human, a face like a demon, long beard, narrow eyes, and long yellow hair.

This demonic shadow, tiptoeing, slowly approached the ink painting with the gusts of cold wind, stretched out its long nails, and said in a strange voice:

"Little friend..."

"Look back..."

"Look, who am I..."

It wanted to convey this sinister sound into the little monk's dream.

Let him wake up from his dream.

But before it finished speaking, Mo Hua, who was "sleeping", suddenly turned his little head, stared at him with a pair of big eyes, and asked:

"Who are you?"

The evil-looking demon was startled.

"You, you weren't asleep?"

Then it was startled again, "No, can you see me?"

"Didn't you let me look at you?" Mo Hua asked strangely.

"no no……"

The demonic shadow shook its head repeatedly. When it said "look", it was looking in a dream. It was looking at the strange and terrifying nightmare that it had manifested itself.

Instead of actually seeing it with your eyes in reality.

Yaoying was a little panicked, "What the hell is going on with this kid..."

How on earth did he see himself?

Could it be... that the consciousness is too strong?

It's impossible. He's just a kid. How strong can his spiritual consciousness be?

"Who are you?" Mo Hua asked again.

Yaoying came back to his senses with an angry expression on his face. He was about to say something when he saw Mo Hua's eyes were clear and sharp, and even had...a hint of weirdness, as if he wanted to see through him.

Yaoying's heart palpitated, and then she heard Mo Hua's crisp voice:

"Are you the thing in the clay sculpture just now?"

"The clay sculptures of the mountain temple..."

"Are you a mountain god?"

"No, the old man at the foot of the mountain told me that the mountain god turned evil and was killed."

"So, you are an impostor?"

"Having a human body, a demon face, and a parasitic clay sculpture means that you are neither a human nor a demon, but a divine thought. You are either born evil or a humanized ghost..."

Yaoying's heart sank.

How does this kid know so much?

How old is he? It's like dealing with these evil spirits every day...

The demonic figure showed a fierce look and said: "Are you afraid? Since you know, why don't you hurry up..."

Before it could finish speaking, a fireball roared towards it.

This fireball was fast and accurate, with flames lingering on it, and it came straight to the face of the demon shadow.

But the fireball did not hit it, but passed through Yaoying's face and flew directly out of the door. With the sound of explosion, the fire filled the air and burned several rocks.

Yaoying was startled for a moment, then became furious.

Fireball spells your face!

This little foreign monk is so rude!

Throw fireballs at the slightest disagreement?

Fortunately, I am a body of spiritual thoughts, and the spells composed of spiritual power cannot harm my spiritual body. Otherwise, wouldn't my face be damaged by this blow to my face? !

"What a courage!"

Yaoying's face was full of anger. He wanted to show this little monk some color and teach him some rules of being a monk!

But the ink painting turns a blind eye...

"The fireball technique is useless..."

"Is it because of the lethality at the spiritual level..."

"Evil thoughts...spiritual consciousness..."

Mo Hua muttered while thinking.

His previous battles with spiritual thoughts were all within the sea of ​​consciousness. Every method and technique was the manifestation of spiritual thoughts and could kill evil thoughts.

But now I am outside the sea of ​​consciousness, I have little experience in ink painting, and I don’t know what methods are useful.

Ink painting is done by oneself.

Yaoying was even more furious.

Yellow mouth kid, arrogant!

This is not taking yourself seriously at all.

After all, I was once a mountain god and was worshiped by others. Although I am in a state of decline now, I am not reduced to the point of being bullied by a kid!

In his own temple, with the blessing of his own god statue, his mind power is stable.

He is also a body of spiritual thoughts, his blood and vitality are not damaged, and his spiritual power is not invaded, so he is basically invincible.

Originally, I thought this kid was young, so I just scared him away.

But since he is so ignorant of praise, he has to be cruel to let him know how dangerous it is to practice Taoism...

The demonic shadow's eyes were red, its aura increased sharply, and it climbed higher and higher. The originally thin body gradually grew stronger, hair grew on its limbs, and turned into a huge "yellow skin"...

Not only are the ink paintings not scary to look at, they are also very novel.

He has seen people turn into "evil ghosts" and people turn into "zombies". This is the first time he has seen people turn into "weasels"...

Huang Pizi looked at Mo Hua ferociously, as if he was about to take action.

Mo Hua pondered for a while and decided to strike first. With a little hand, he used spiritual ink to draw the Golden Lock Formation at Huang Pizi's feet.

The first-grade golden lock array is simple, so it can be deployed quickly.

Once the golden lock array was completed, chains were formed to lock the yellow-skinned demon shadow.

Huang Pizi was restrained by the golden lock formation. After a few attempts to break free, he broke the chain and escaped, but he was still shocked.

"Array?"

"Without pen and paper, how did this kid set up his trap?"

Mo Hua nodded secretly.

I thought it right.

The power of a spell is determined by spiritual power.

Although the damage of the formation is also composed of spiritual power, it contains not only the laws of the great avenue, but also condenses a large amount of divine consciousness.

Use your spiritual consciousness to control your spiritual thoughts.

So spells can't hurt it.

But the formation is effective against the "yellow-skinned" demonic shadow that has no blood, no flesh, no spirit, no physical damage, and no loss of spiritual power.

It's just that compared to the formation composed purely of divine consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness, it is a little less powerful.

But as long as it works...

What's more, what he is using now is only a first-grade formation.

Mo Hua took out several bottles of spiritual ink one after another, and began to hold his breath and concentrate on using the ink with his spiritual consciousness to build more complex formations...

Huang Pizi felt a little panicked when he saw the calm face of Mo Hua...

It feels like things are a little beyond one's control...

This kid is calm and steady, moving one move after another with full confidence. It's a little bit hard to see through.

never mind?

But if the majestic mountain god cannot defeat a brat, wouldn't it be a joke?

Huang Pizi's heart was cruel, he bit the bullet and wanted to attack Mo Hua.

But before he got close to the ink painting, golden ink patterns appeared on the soles of his feet, forming three golden locks, trapping him tightly.

Huang Pizi used his claws and claws to break free.

The first-grade Golden Lock Formation, although it is now in a state of decline and its strength is different from the past, it can still cope with it.

But before it had time to break free, it looked down and saw more golden lock formations appearing on the soles of its feet.

Huang Pizi was both frightened and frightened.

"This kid...what's going on?"

"What kind of education did he receive? How can he still draw formations like this?!"

If you draw the formation like this, you can't win...

Huang Pizi wanted to quit.

"Ask for mercy?"

As soon as this idea emerged, Huang Pizi rejected it.

How could I, a majestic mountain god, beg for mercy from a kid and not be laughed at to death if I said no?

Just hold on like this...

As a young monk, even if his spiritual consciousness is stronger and his formation skills are better, how long can he persist?

When neither of them can hold on anymore, they will pretend to be "a draw" and give up, so as not to lose too much face...

But before it could finish thinking about it, its eyelids suddenly jumped wildly.

It discovered that at some point, there were more fiery red lines all over its body, surging spiritual power flowing among them, and majestic spiritual thoughts surging among them...

Second-grade formation!

It's not an ordinary second-grade formation, at least it's a killing formation with twelve or even thirteen lines at the beginning of the second grade!

Huang Pizi's heart trembled, his eyes widened, and he immediately lost his dignity as a mountain god and shouted:

"Little friend! Little friend!"

"You have something to say!"

Mo Hua ignored him and continued to set up the formation...

Huang Pizi gritted his teeth and shouted: "Young master, my little ancestor!"

"Please, stop drawing, or you will die if you continue to draw!"

It has finally condensed into this broken body, and if it is blown up again, it will really lose its soul and be destroyed forever...

The ink painting stopped.

It's not that he really wants to stop, but he can't continue painting.

Although his spiritual consciousness is strong, it is a bit difficult to use this difficult spiritual consciousness formation method to draw the second-grade and thirteen-line earth fire formation.

The previous Bujin Lock Formation consumed a lot of spiritual consciousness.

It is estimated that the second-grade earth fire formation cannot be finished now. Even if it is finished, the spiritual consciousness will be on the verge of exhaustion.

Moreover, this yellow-skinned man is so sensible that he calls himself little ancestor. There are only a lot of "big" people in Mo Hua, so let him go for the time being.

Mo Hua walked up to Huang Pizi and asked:

"You want to harm me?"

Huang Pizi said helplessly: "I just want to scare you..."

Mo Hua was puzzled, "For no reason, why are you scaring me?"

Huang Pizi smiled bitterly, "Your consciousness is a bit strange. As soon as you entered the door, you stared at the mountain god statue and seemed to see something..."

"I'm afraid that you will find out the truth and cause disaster, so I want to scare you and make you leave early. I have no other ill intentions..."

"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded half-heartedly, then asked, "Who are you?"

Huang Pizi said: "I am the mountain god here..."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said, "Nonsense, the mountain god here was slaughtered!"

Huang Pizi said quickly: "I don't dare to lie to you. I am indeed a mountain god. My name is Huangshanjun. I wear the skin of a yellow demon. My surname is Huang. I am also a mountain god, so I am called 'Tiger Tiger'..."

"When I was practicing Taoism, something went wrong and evil thoughts grew. Only then was I beheaded by a righteous monk..."

"But because of its deep roots, it still has a glimmer of hope."

"Over the years, I have built this ruined temple to drive away evil spirits and provide a place for the sojourning monks to rest. It can be considered as a good relationship."

"In addition, the mountain god statue is enshrined, and there is a hint of incense."

"This has also condensed this broken body, but the strength is not as good as before, and it is just lingering..."

Huangshan Jun sighed.

Mo Hua saw that his expression didn't seem to be fake, so he reluctantly believed him, but still threatened in a crisp voice:

"You better not lie to me, or I'll eat you!"

Huangshan Jun was stunned and laughed a little.

After all, Xin Dao is just a child, and he can't threaten people.

He is a divine mind, what is he going to do...

Huangshan Jun suddenly shuddered. As soon as the word "eat" appeared, he felt that the cause and effect was involved, and he couldn't help but feel frightened.

"this……"

Can this little monk really eat himself?

No... maybe it's him, he's already eaten a lot...

Huangshan Jun opened his mouth, his eyes filled with horror.

"What on earth is this little monk? Why is he more scary than me?"

Mr. Huangshan wished he could slap himself in the face.

Why did he carry it like this and cause this little trouble? !

When the little ancestor came in, couldn't he just hide in the clay sculpture and pretend to be dead?

Why do you want to be a bitch and take a look at him?

Seeing this, I almost lost my life...

Mr. Huangshan felt bitter in his heart.

Mo Hua stared at Huangshan Jun and suddenly asked:

"Let me ask you a few questions."

Huangshan Jun immediately retreated from his demonic form, showing his true nature as a human demon, and said respectfully:

"Excuse me, young sir!"

Mo Hua asked: "You are a spirit, but are you considered a human or a demon? And the mountain god... what exactly are you?"

"What makes him a 'god'?"

Mo Hua asked several questions in succession.

Mr. Huangshan was a little surprised.

He thought that this little monk, who was so capable and proficient in killing with spiritual thoughts, must have a very deep family background, but the questions he asked were somewhat different.

He was able to do things that he shouldn't be able to do. Not only did he know it, he was also horribly skilled at it.

But he doesn't seem to know much about what he should know...

"Is the inheritance incomplete, or the master only taught half of it..."

Huangshan Jun speculated in his mind, but he did not dare to hide it.

It was afraid that the little monk was "cheating" it. He knew clearly but pretended not to understand, and then he would seize the opportunity to "eat" him.

It’s not impossible that cultivating the Tao is dangerous...

Huangshan Jun said:

"All the bodies of spiritual thoughts in the world are the same as the spiritual consciousness of monks, the ghost thoughts of evil ghosts, and the evil thoughts of evil spirits. They are all false and unreal 'thought bodies'."

"Ghosts are thoughts."

"The time for a monk is approaching. When the body dies and the Tao disappears, the spiritual thoughts transformed after death are usually ghosts."

"Ghosts are evil, their minds are broken and mutated, and they will swallow people's spiritual consciousness and maintain their own ghost thoughts, especially the spiritual consciousness of close relatives, which is a great tonic for ghosts."

"'God' is also a thought body."

"But cultivating to become a god is very demanding, and it has to do with things like the great road, cause and effect, offerings, incense and the like."

"I'm just a little mountain god. I received some incense, gained faith, and by chance, got the status of mountain god. But I don't know about more profound things..."

"especially……"

Huangshan Jun showed fear on his face, "In this world, it is said that there are ancient and supreme demon gods, evil gods and demon gods that have existed since ancient times..."

"These existences are invisible, unknowable, even close to 'Tao', almost 'immortal'..."

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.

This world of cultivation seems to be bigger, deeper, more terrifying and complicated than I imagined...

Mo Hua glanced at Huangshan Jun again and said doubtfully:

"Mountain God, you are cultivating the right path, is it good?"

Mr. Huangshan smiled awkwardly and said: "That's right... at least his consciousness is clear, he wants to eat incense, make good friends, and have good results..."

"Then why did you become bad again before? And you were beheaded?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Huangshan Jun seemed to have been stabbed in the chest. He hesitated for a moment and said helplessly:

"This...well, when it comes to spiritual practice, it is inevitable to make mistakes..."

"I was too comfortable being a mountain god, and my spiritual thoughts had not grown for a long time, so I had a wrong idea and ate... I ate a few people..."

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold.

Huangshan Jun felt chills all over and immediately said: "It's not 'me', it's the 'me' from before..."

Mo Hua said with a serious face, "You are not who you used to be?"

Huangshan Jun wanted to cry but had no tears, "Evil thoughts are breeding, one thought and two thoughts, I can't help it..."

"Then what?"

"Then... After eating a few people, although the spiritual mind was dirty, it was indeed strong. Just when 'I', no, it was the me before who was complacent, I was figured out by the monks from the nearby Zhengdao Sect... "

"There was a swordsman in white who had a profound realm. He killed me with one sword..."

"After being beheaded, I still had a trace of breath left due to my good fortune..."

"The sword cultivator said things like 'God has the virtue of good life', 'One death can never be cut off', 'Leave a ray of hope' and so on, so he let me go."

"But he also warned me that if I do evil again, I will be killed."

"So, little sir, I really don't dare to harm you..."

Huangshan Jun wished he could cut his heart open and show it to Mo Hua.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, and suddenly remembered another question:

"You are a mountain god and a body of spiritual thoughts. How can a swordsman kill you with his sword?"

"yes……"

As if thinking of the scene at that time, Huangshan Jun still had great fear in his eyes.

"Divine thoughts turn into swords..."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then his eyes brightened.

Divine thoughts...

Turn into a sword! !