Asking About Longevity Chapter 751

Chapter 751 Monster

Xunzi entered the elder's room and breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not expect that he would come to his ancestor to discuss matters on an impromptu basis, and he would suddenly meet Mo Hua at the door.

The ancestor's house is not allowed to be peered into by spiritual consciousness.

So he never expected that Mo Hua would suddenly come out of the house.

In this way, he, the "peeper", collided with the real owner.

Xun Ziyou still felt a little guilty.

But fortunately, he was a monk in the late Jindan period and had lived for two or three hundred years. With his city and experience at his disposal, he calmed down the strange look on his face in just a moment and pretended not to recognize the ink paintings, so he got through.

“It should be fine...”

Xun Ziyou said silently in his heart.

It's just a meeting. No matter how smart the kid is, he won't be able to notice anything...

Moreover, just now, he also bowed to himself respectfully and called himself elder, as if he was responsible.

Xun Ziyou nodded slightly.

He walked into the inner room and presented a jade slip to Mr. Xun.

"The restructuring has basically been decided..."

“Daoting is already going through the process.”

“The specific regulations are still being discussed, but generally speaking, it is nothing more than determining the order of the sect through the ranking of the Dao Discussion Conference.”

　　“We will use this to reshuffle the cards and re-negotiate the quotas for the four major sects, the eight gates, and the twelfth stream.”

“At the same time, we will use this restructuring to change the sect system in Qianxue Prefecture and improve the status of the 'four major sects' and their share of the Qianlong Mountain Spiritual Mine.”

“In other words, after the sects were restructured, the names of the four major sects became more important than ever!”

“Whoever can grab the quota of the four major sects from the existing four major sects will also have the authority of the new 'four major sects', as well as the huge spiritual stone interests of Qianlong Ling Mine.”

"Of course, if you can't grab it, then these are still the existing "four majors"."

Mr. Xun's eyes were slightly solemn.

Xun Ziyou sighed:

“This is a clear plan...”

“This is a trap set by the four major sects in order to pave the way for themselves to step by step become as real a sect giant as the Dao Sect of Daozhou.”

“With such a big piece of fat in front of us, other sects, even if they know that the risk is high and the chance of winning is small, they will still want to take a gamble.”

“Before losing, everyone thinks they will win.”

Xun Ziyou felt a little emotional.

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

Yes, before losing, everyone thought they would win...

But now he also wants to gamble.

It's impossible not to gamble.

Mr. Xun frowned.

He has been feeling restless in recent days. He did some calculations when he had time, and found that the seemingly peaceful situation was unpredictable, and no matter how he calculated it, it was still a fog.

This is very strange.

Generally speaking, whether it is good or bad, you can always calculate something.

Even though Mr. Xun knew that he was not proficient in celestial arithmetic, his causal compass was not a good one, and his calculations might not be accurate, but he was not completely incapable of calculating.

Not a single trace.

This shows that the cause and effect of heaven is locked by something.

There is a "person" here, I don't want him to figure out anything...

Or, I don't want everyone to be able to figure it out.

Being able to deceive the secrets of cause and effect in front of a monk like him, I am afraid there is a "terrible" existence hidden behind this matter.

Mr. Xun has some vague suspicions in his mind, but he is not sure yet.

After all, some things are too long ago.

Some terrifying existences have long been forgotten by people.

　 Today's monks have been in peace for too long and have long lost their sense of awe.

Ignorance of sorrow, death of happiness, and lack of fear of the real horrors in the world.

The situation is now complicated on the surface, and evil motives are surging secretly.

I'm still thinking of protecting myself wisely, but I'm afraid that won't work.

Then you can only gamble.

Mr. Xun's eyes were slightly sharp, and then he asked: "How long will the sect's restructuring last?"

Such a major restructuring cannot happen overnight. There are too many aristocratic families and sects involved, the interests involved are too great, and the impact is too deep. It will inevitably take a long time to promote and implement it bit by bit.

Xunzi Youdao: "It is said that it will last for ten years, with three Taoism conferences, and the restructuring will be implemented step by step until it is finally settled."

Xun Ziyou hesitated for a moment and then said:

“But having said that, I'm afraid that starting from the next Taoism Conference, the knife will start to be used.”

“The next round will determine life and death.”

“The situation has already been decided even before the last session. In ten years, the last Taoism Conference is just the 'coronation' of the winner...”

Xun Ziyou's tone was solemn.

"Ten years, three terms..." Mr. Xun's eyes were solemn, and then he murmured, "I hope this child... can make it in time..."

Mo Hua returned to his disciple's residence and practiced as usual.

When he had free time, he sorted out all the formations he had learned.

From the first-level Jue Formation, to the second-level Five Elements Bagua Formation, Yuan Magnetic Formation, and the Shinto Formation obtained from a small fishing village, I have reviewed them all.

And began to think about the formation system as a whole and the differences between formation types.

This can be regarded as an advanced understanding of the battle method.

Ordinary formation masters at his age and level would not be able to come into contact with them, let alone learn so many formations.

The number of formations that Mo Hua masters is more than ten times, or even dozens of times, that of ordinary formation masters.

The difficulty of the formation he has learned is even higher.

When you have learned a lot, you should summarize and try to unify the formations into one, or at least reflect each other and draw parallels.

Otherwise, if you just study without summarizing, no matter how much you learn, it will be nothing more than a piece of loose sand.

But this kind of inductive understanding does not happen overnight.

There are many types of formation methods, and they are vast.

If we really want to summarize, integrate and integrate them all into one, just thinking about it, we know that this must be an extremely huge and arduous task.

It takes a lot of time and effort.

At the same time, there are too many formations to learn.

Mo Hua estimated that he might not be able to do it in his lifetime.

But no matter what is difficult or great, nothing is simple.

The road is right in front of us. Even if the road is long, far away, and there is no end in sight, we must continue step by step.

The monks wholeheartedly seek the Tao.

Even until the end of your life, you will not reach the end, but you will still fall on the road of seeking the road.

Rather than being fearful because the road is difficult, we should not hesitate at the starting point until time passes and our body dies and our path disappears.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua's Daoist heart became a little firmer.

He began to sort out the formation with concentration.

Other formations are not bad. I have learned a lot about ink painting and am very familiar with it.

But only for the "Shinto Formation", although I can draw it in ink paintings and practice it regularly when I have nothing to do, I still vaguely feel that I have not understood the true meaning of this type of formation.

The Shinto formation obtained from the small fishing village, although relatively complete, is too superficial.

Mo Hua only knows that this type of formation has the effect of "isolating" and "sealing" spiritual consciousness to a certain extent.

It can seal the sea of consciousness to prevent the invasion of weaker evil spirits.

To a certain extent, evil spirits can also be restrained.

But the effect is actually not very strong.

It's okay to deal with ordinary evil spirits, but it won't be able to deal with stronger ones.

The evil god, or even the existence of the evil **** or his corpse, is even more unnecessary to think about.

So it is useful, but it is a bit useless and cannot achieve the expected effect of ink painting at all.

Moreover, Mo Hua always feels that there is still a barrier between his understanding of Shinto formations.

The next line is like a mountain.

The same is true for the knowledge of formations.

This barrier is the "mountain".

So these Shinto formation patterns can be drawn in ink paintings, but in my heart they are always hazy and half-understood.

It is far less clear and transparent than when drawing other formations. There is a hint of speculation in the ink painting.

This type of "Shinto formation" seems to be the same as the Jue formation, involving some complex formation principles and Tao laws...

Ink Hua thinks it is very possible.

It's just that he currently has too little inheritance of Shinto formations, so he has no way to learn more, to understand, and to confirm his conjectures.

Mo Hua sighed and sighed in his heart:

“There is almost nothing to learn...”

“Let's talk about it after this year…”

“After the New Year, let's see if I can intercede with Mr.

“Even if you can't find the Shinto formation, you can still improve your 'food', feed the 'laws of heaven' in the sea of consciousness, and relieve the restriction on the growth of your own sea of consciousness…”

In the days that followed, Mo Hua calmed down and lived a stable life.

On this day off, Mo Hua went to the Demon Refining Mountain to practice his sword.

After practicing for a long time, I killed two hawk demons. It was approaching evening and I was just about to return to my sect when I noticed a commotion in the distance.

The ink painting was a little strange. When I got closer, I saw a bunch of fellow disciples gathered around it.

Some people take elixirs, some mix concoctions, and some take golden needles.

There was a person lying on the ground, it was Cheng Mo.

His face was pale, his lips were dry, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and there was a **** wound on his chest that was bleeding profusely.

Mo Hua's face darkened and he asked:

"what happened?"

Ouyang Mu, who looked anxious next to him, looked guilty when he heard this and murmured:

"Blame me…"

Situ Jian shook his head and said, "This is none of your business..."

Situ Jian's face was pale and his breath was weak. It was obvious that his spiritual energy had been consumed too much. There were some scratches on his robes, but fortunately there were no obvious injuries.

Situ Jian sighed and explained the reason to Mo Hua:

"Junior Brother Ouyang needed some fox demon hair, claws and bones to make his sword. Cheng Mo volunteered to catch the demon when he was free, and I followed him..."

“It was okay at first, everything went well.”

“We found a rare blood fox.”

"This kind of fox demon is very rare even in the Monster Refining Mountain where there are many monsters. There is no ready-made strategy. However, everyone has killed a lot of monsters and has experience. Just follow the process and copy the gourd. "

“Hao Xuan laid a trap and set up a formation, so we set up an ambush.”

"When the Xue Mei Fox fell into the trap, triggered the formation, and was seriously injured, Cheng Mo and I rushed out to kill the demon fox."

“I was about to succeed, but I didn't expect that this demon fox would actually be able to charm me.”

“The art of charm?” Mo Hua was startled.

"Well," Situ Jian nodded, "It's just the natural talent of some monsters that can enchant the monks' spiritual consciousness."

“It can cause monks to hallucinate, confuse their consciousness, or give rise to all kinds of desires…”

Rao is Mo Hua. He is a demon hunter and has rich experience in hunting monsters. He has only heard of it, but has never seen such monsters.

“And you were bewitched?”

"It hit a little," Situ Jian said, "This **** fox is not yet underage, only the second-level elementary level, and its charm is not strong. Although it made me and Cheng Mo's consciousness a little trance, it didn't have time to get down yet. Killer, we reacted."

“My priest's robe was torn a few times, but it's nothing serious.”

“Cheng Mo was slightly injured, but it was only to the flesh.”

Mo Hua frowned and glanced at Cheng Mo, who was lying on the ground with his face as white as paper and bleeding profusely. He couldn't help but ask:

“Then what's going on with him?”

Situ Jian looked solemn, "We were charmed by the **** fox, and our consciousness was in a trance for a moment. Then we came back to our senses and immediately joined forces to kill the fox demon. But at this moment, a 'monster' suddenly came out of the jungle. …”

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed, “Monster?”

Situ Jian frowned and said, "It's a monster. It doesn't look like a monster, but it doesn't look like a human either. In other words, it looks like both a monster and a human."

“It can stand on two legs or crawl on all fours. It has a huge body and is wrapped in black cloth. The whole body is so dark that its appearance cannot be seen clearly. It only has two eyes, which are as red as blood..."

“This monster suddenly came out, with sharp claws, and came with a fishy wind. Everyone was caught off guard.”

“Cheng Mo took the lead in blocking the crowd and fought with the monster.”

“But the monster was too strong. Just by looking at it, Cheng Mo had a big **** in his chest.”

“We rushed forward to provide support. Seeing the crowd, the monster roared and refused to fight. It grabbed the body of Xue Meihu and ran towards the mountains..."

"Cheng Mo is seriously injured and needs to be treated in time. Moreover, the monster is too strong and elusive, so we don't dare to pursue it further, so we can only bring Cheng Mo back first..."

Situ Jian sighed deeply.

Mo Hua's brows furrowed more and more tightly. He glanced at the dying Cheng Mo and asked, "How is Cheng Mo's injury?"

A disciple who was proficient in alchemy said:

“He lost a lot of blood, but he was saved in time. He was given powder to stop the bleeding, and he was given pills to strengthen the body and restore blood. He is also a physical practitioner and has a good health, so there shouldn't be any big problems.”

“Send it back to the sect later and ask Elder Murong to take a look at it to avoid any further trouble.”

"that is…"

This disciple was a little confused, "There are very strange demonic powers remaining in his wounds. These demonic powers are probably difficult to remove..."

"Demon power?" A disciple asked in surprise, "That monster is half human and half demon. Could it be...a demon cultivator?"

"But in this Demon Refining Mountain, non-sect disciples are not allowed to enter, and before entering the mountain, they will be inspected by the elders. How could there be demon cultivators sneaking in?" Some disciples said.

Everyone was puzzled.

The ink paintings are thoughtful.

Monster cultivator…

Non-sect disciples are not allowed to enter...

Evade inspection…

He thought for a moment and said to Situ Jian: "Take me to see where you were attacked by that 'monster'."

Situ Jian nodded, "I'll take you there."

Ouyang Mu said: "I'll go too."

He felt a little guilty, "If I hadn't needed the materials from the fox demon to make the sword, Brother Cheng Mo wouldn't have been injured."

Mo Hua comforted him and said, "This has nothing to do with you."

But Ouyang Mu was a bit stubborn, he still blamed himself and wanted to do something.

At this time, Linghu on the side smiled and said:

“Let me go and have a look.”

Linghuxiao has a good relationship with Xiaomu.

He is a sword cultivator, while Xiaomu is a swordsmith.

Linghuxiao's spirit sword is also maintained and repaired by small pieces of wood for him.

Both of them are good at swordsmanship and their temperaments get along well.

Xiao Mumu's cultivation level is relatively average. If he really faced a confrontation, he could turn Cheng Mo into a seriously injured "monster". He would definitely be in danger.

Although Linghu Xiao didn't say it clearly, it was obvious that he wanted to help Xiaomu.

Furthermore, this monster, neither human nor demon, is a formidable enemy at first sight.

Linghuxiao practices swordsmanship and wants to master it.

“Okay.” Mo Hua nodded and said, “Linghu will go with us. As for Xiaomu…”

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, "You and everyone else can send Cheng Mo back to Taixu Gate. Don't worry about other things, and don't take it to heart."

“Cheng Mo is rough-skinned and thick-bodied, it's okay…”

Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“Let's go.” Mo Hua said, “Brother Hao Xuan and Yang, you can follow us.”

"good."

So Situ Jian led the way, followed closely by Mo Hua, Hao Xuan, Yang Qianjun and Linghu Xiao. The group of five people followed the mountain road and passed through the jungle to the location of the attack.

There was a large pool of blood on the ground.

Part of it is light pink, with a touch of demonic power, and is the blood of the Xue Mei Fox;

The other part is crimson and mostly solidified. This is Cheng Mo's blood.

The situation is clear and exactly as Situ Jian said.

In addition, there was a trail of blood and drag marks on the ground, extending towards the mountain forest.

Obviously the "monster" dragged Xue Meihu's body into the forest and disappeared into the depths.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice:

“Go into the mountains and take a look.”

Situ Jian and others looked at each other and nodded.

So the group of people walked cautiously deeper into the mountain forest...

(End of this chapter)

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