Asking About Longevity Chapter 755

Chapter 755 Shendao Lin (Thank you Tianji Idiot Meow for being the leader~)

Taixumen.

Mo Hua was practicing and taking classes while waiting silently.

Waiting for Elder Xun to come to him.

Logically speaking, I told Elder Song about the demon cultivator, and Elder Song told Elder Xun.

Elder Xun is the elder on duty at Demon Refining Mountain.

In both emotional and rational terms, he should come to him to ask questions and inquire about the specific situation.

After all, the matter of demon cultivation is no small matter, especially in the Demon Refining Mountain.

But Mo Hua waited for a long time, but there was no movement at all.

No one from top to bottom of the sect seemed to take it seriously.

Elder Xun didn't come looking for him at all.

Mo Hua touched his chin, thinking deeply.

If you don't come to yourself, there are two possibilities:

First, Elder Xun is a "bastard" who has neglected his duties. He doesn't care at all about the Demon Refining Mountain and just wants to deal with it perfunctorily.

But this is impossible.

The matter of demon cultivators is very serious. Even if Elder Xun neglects his duties, he cannot fail to realize the seriousness of this problem.

What's more, his surname is Xun, and he is a descendant of Mr. Xun.

Given Mr. Xun's stern character, if this Elder Xun is really so lazy, he is not even qualified to be an elder.

That's another possibility:

Elder Xun has known about the demon cultivators for a long time.

Even...he was always watching.

Because you already know everything, there is no need to ask yourself again.

This also confirms the conjecture of Mo Hua to a certain extent.

Mo Hua's eyes flashed slightly, and he couldn't help but start thinking...

Monster Refining Mountain, Mountain Gate Hall.

At Xunxiu again, disciples of various sects will go into the mountains to hunt monsters.

Xun Ziyou also came on duty early.

According to the usual practice, Mo Hua will arrive at the mountain gate after an hour, and then enter the mountain leisurely, either in groups or alone.

After entering the mountain, you can either hunt monsters, practice swordsmanship, or do some weird things.

Before that, I just had some time to make a pot of tea, look at the mountains, and then read the Di newspaper copied by the Tao Ting Si to see how the war in the wilderness was going.

Xunzi leisurely entered the mountain gate and made tea. As soon as he sat down, he looked out the window and couldn't help but trembled in his hands, and the tea spilled all over the floor.

There is a handsome head hanging on the window.

Mo Hua was lying on the window edge, looking at him with bright eyes.

Xun Ziyou took a deep breath, his eyelids twitched, and he said angrily: "You kid, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

He was making tea and was in a relaxed mood. He didn't even realize that there would be an ink painting lying outside the window.

Mo Hua put his hands on the window sill and said seriously:

“Elder Xun, I have something very important to tell you!”

Xun Ziyou was startled, sighed softly, and waved, "Come in."

Mo Hua then jumped down from the window sill and walked into the house.

“Would you like tea?” Xun Ziyou asked.

Mo Hua nodded.

"Sit down." Xunzi said leisurely, and then poured a cup of tea for Mo Hua himself, "Tell me about something important."

Mo Hua took a sip of the tea and thought it tasted good, but a bit hot, so he silently put down the tea cup, then with a serious face, he said straight to the point:

“Elder Xun, there are dangerous demon cultivators in the Demon Refining Mountain!”

Xunzi was stunned.

It turns out that's it, it's done as if it's a serious matter.

“Oh.” Xun Ziyou responded softly.

“Elder, do you know everything?”

Mo Hua's eyes were clear and transparent, staring at Xunzi You's expression.

Xun Ziyou didn't know why, but he felt a little frightened when he saw the ink painting, and he subconsciously said:

“I don't know yet…”

“But,” Mo Hua's eyes lit up, “Didn't Elder Song tell you?”

Xunzi was stunned for a moment.

Oh, shit, I forgot about this...

Elder Song mentioned it to himself.

But I already knew everything about this, so I just said something perfunctory and didn't take it to heart.

But now it's inconsistent.

I can't reveal the matter of following Mo Hua, so I can't know about the demon cultivator.

But Elder Song mentioned it to himself again, so he "should" already know about the demon cultivator.

Xunzi You's head hurts a little.

It's over, I was tricked by this kid!

His mind changed quickly, and he said solemnly:

“Elder Song has said it, but this matter is quite dangerous and is not something you disciples should consider, so I cannot tell you.”

Xun Ziyou looked up at the sky again and said, "It's getting late. You should go into the mountains early. Go early and come back early..."

Xun Ziyou wanted to drive Mo Hua away as soon as possible.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, drank the tea in the cup, stood up and left.

Xunzi breathed a sigh of relief.

This child is so young, yet he is like an "old fox". Even if you say a few words to him, you have to be on tenterhooks.

However, I finally got over it.

Xun Ziyou said silently in his heart.

But Mo Hua only walked halfway before he turned back again, looking at him thoughtfully with deep eyes.

Xun Ziyou's heart tightened, "What happened again?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and asked:

“Elder Xun, that evil cultivator has gone into a mountain forest. I will go take a look later. Do you want to go with him?”

Xun Ziyou's eyelids twitched, he hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed.

"Fine."

This kid has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. If he really wants to go, he can't stop him.

Instead of doing this, it would be safer to go along with him.

Moreover, Mo Hua officially invited himself.

In order to investigate the demon cultivator's affairs, I went with him as "Elder Xun".

Rather than acting as a secret "bodyguard".

So, it is not considered a leak, and it does not violate the ancestor's instructions.

Xun Ziyou was trying to find a way to make amends for himself.

“Elder Xun, let's go.”

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he strutted forward.

Xun Ziyou followed behind, looking at the generous back of the ink painting, and felt a little confused for a moment.

This child...can't guess his identity.

No way…

Xun Ziyou frowned.

In the Demon Refining Mountain.

Mo Hua led the way, and about half an hour later, the two of them arrived at the dense forest.

With the "bodyguard" this time, Mo Hua is very confident.

Looking at the forest in front of him, Xun Ziyou still wanted to pretend, and asked: "Did that demon cultivator really get into this forest?"

Mo Hua looked at him silently.

Xun Ziyou was a little embarrassed by Mo Hua and sighed helplessly.

forget it…

He then asked: "Can you find that evil cultivator?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "Not yet."

He looked far away and took in the dense mountain forest. "In this mountain forest, a formation has been set up. We must first restore the formation and study it before we can find the way into the deep forest and find the demon cultivator." whereabouts."

Xun Ziyou nodded slightly, thinking that his guess was right.

As expected, there are formations in this mountain forest, which obscure the detection of spiritual consciousness.

Xun Ziyou asked: "Do you know what formations are set up in this mountain forest?"

Mo Hua nodded, "It is a special type of Shinto formation that transforms the form of spiritual consciousness through the underlying formation patterns to achieve the effect of restraining, sealing, and suppressing the power of spiritual thoughts..."

Xun Ziyou looked confused.

Shinto formation?

In the existing formation inheritance system of two rituals, three talents, four images, five elements, six lines, seven stars and eight trigrams, where is the "Shinto" formation?

Although I am not proficient in formations, it does not mean that I know nothing about formations.

What's more, my ancestor is the top fifth-grade formation master in Taixu Sect, and there are only a few in the entire Qianxue State.

Even if you have never eaten pork, you have always seen pigs running around.

I can't draw the formation, but I will always know a little about the origin of the formation.

But so far in his practice, he has never heard the words "Shinto Formation".

Even the ancestors never mentioned it.

Xun Ziyou looked at the eloquent ink painting and almost thought that this young disciple of Foundation Establishment was talking nonsense to him in a serious manner...

As Mo Hua spoke, he looked up at Xun Ziyou and saw a strange look on his face. Then he realized something and asked:

“Elder, do you know the Shinto formation?”

Xun Ziyou was asked.

He struggled for a moment, then coughed and nodded calmly, "I have heard a little bit..."

Mo Hua nodded and praised: "As expected of an elder, he knows so much."

Xun Ziyou was not happy at all.

The elders in the later period of Jindan, who had to rely on this little lie in order to support the facade in front of the disciples.

Mo Hua didn't know what Xun Ziyou was thinking, but continued:

“I don't know exactly what this Shinto formation looks like. I have to go to this mountain forest, find the place where the formation is set up, copy the formation pattern bit by bit, and then study it...”

Xunzi was filled with emotion when he heard this.

A "professional" formation master is probably just that...

Xunzi nodded leisurely and said, "Okay, I'll go in with you. You just need to find the formation. Don't worry about anything else."

Mo Hua smiled brilliantly and said, "Thank you, Elder Xun!"

Having a late-stage golden elixir as a "bodyguard" will make him feel more at ease, and he can "collect the food" openly and openly!

Ink painting took a step forward and entered the mountains and forests.

Xun Ziyou followed behind. The two of them wandered like this for half an hour, but Mo Hua's brows slowly wrinkled.

"No…"

In his perception, Shinto formations were not found in the mountains and forests, they were everywhere. However, after entering the mountains and forests and searching for a long time, he found no formation matchmaker.

Not only the ink painting, Xun Ziyou was also very confused.

It is said that there is a formation, but what about the formation?

The entire mountain forest was empty, and my spiritual consciousness swept here and there, but still found nothing.

Xun Ziyou turned his gaze to the ink painting. Just when he was about to say something, he saw the ink painting suddenly startled, turned around and walked to a big tree, with a thoughtful expression.

Xun Ziyou also walked closer and looked at the tree.

This is a second-grade old tree, with a lifespan of hundreds of years. The bark is mottled and the branches and leaves are towering. It is about as thick as five people hugging each other.

“Is there something wrong with this tree?”

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded and said firmly: "If my guess is correct, the formation is hidden inside, and it is not an ordinary hidden method."

If it were a general Tibetan method, I would have already seen it based on my own experience.

Mo Hua thought: "It's possible...these formations were carved into the tree when it was still young. Then, as time passed, as the tree grew older, the formations merged with the trees, and the aura became integrated. That's why others can't find it.”

Xunziyou was secretly shocked.

How can there be such a meticulous formation technique?

At this point, Mo Hua, a kid, can actually tell?

besides…

Xun Ziyou's eyes narrowed slightly.

If this is true, it means that someone started setting up this kind of formation in the Demon Refining Mountain hundreds of years ago.

Mo Hua obviously thought of this and asked:

“Elder Xun, can you tell how old these trees are?”

He has never planted trees himself, so he doesn't know much.

But Elder Xun is the elder of Demon Refining Mountain, so he should know more than himself.

Xun Ziyou looked at the towering tree in front of him again, thought for a moment, and said slowly:

“It looks like it's about four to five hundred years ago…”

“Four to five hundred years…” Mo Hua frowned.

This year, it's a bit long ago.

Xun Ziyou saw Mo Hua frowning and couldn't help but ask, "Are you trying to say something?"

Mo Hua thought for a while, nodded and said:

"Four to five hundred years ago, it shows that someone started planning very early on. In this mountain forest, a Shinto formation was laid out to hide the traces, and then provided a shelter for the demon cultivators."

“I just don't know why they did this…”

Xun Ziyou looked solemn and thoughtful.

Mo Hua glanced at Xun Ziyou and thought that he could only remind him so far.

No more things he could say.

Xun Ziyou also kept this incident in his heart and planned to investigate it carefully when he went back.

But the top priority is still what Mo Hua calls, this "Shinto formation".

Xunzi asked about ink painting:

“Want me to split the tree open and show you the formation inside?”

"No need," Mo Hua said, "the movement is too great, and the formation in this mountain forest is probably based on the mind as the eye and the forest as the pivot. They echo each other and move the whole body. It really cuts down the tree. It is estimated that it will affect the flow of spiritual thoughts, which will feed back to the formation center and alert the snake. "

“There is another possibility. Trees serve as formation media and are integrated with the formation. If the tree is broken, the formation inside may also be ineffective..."

Xunzi You nodded as if he understood.

This child's words were a bit profound, but he actually didn't understand them very well.

Anyway, the tree cannot be cut down.

“Then what should you do?” Xun Ziyou asked.

How can you learn the formation method if you can't cut down the tree or see the formation pattern?

“I'll just take a look.” Mo Hua replied.

"look?"

Xun Ziyou was stunned for a moment.

What do you think?

When Xun Ziyou was puzzled, he saw Mo Hua sitting cross-legged, taking out a pen and paper, staring blankly at the big tree.

At the same time, Mo Hua's body revealed a strange and mysterious aura.

This is completely different from the feeling he gave people before.

Xunziyou's pupils narrowed.

This breath…

Elder Xun can be regarded as one of his own, so Mo Hua did not hide some of his methods.

Of course, Elder Xun is not a formation master, nor does he follow the path of spiritual knowledge and enlightenment. Therefore, even if he uses some spiritual means, Elder Xun should not be able to tell the truth.

The ink painting combines the secrets of heaven and the calculations of heaven. The eyes are black and white, and they merge into one. He looks at the big tree attentively and analyzes the atmosphere of the formation that is integrated with the big tree.

These breaths are wrapped in the deepest part by the woody breath of trees.

There are layers of barriers covering it.

The ink painting is deduced bit by bit, and the spiritual consciousness penetrates layer by layer.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua sensed some pale white breath.

These breaths are not the spiritual energy of plants and trees, nor the spiritual power of formations, but the breath of divine thoughts.

But these spiritual thoughts are pale white, mist-like spiritual thoughts, just ordinary monks' spiritual thoughts, and have not changed in quality.

Moreover, although these spiritual thoughts are pale white, they are cold and seem a bit evil.

Obviously the monks who drew these formations were not serious people.

And there is even a trace of the aura of the Great Desolate Evil God in it.

This breath is very subtle and almost undetectable.

If Mo Hua hadn't been dealing with the Great Wild Evil God for so long, he would have eaten Fengxing, eaten the divine corpse, eaten the evil god's incarnation, and swallowed a lot of the Great Wild Evil God's marrow.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to sense it.

"Sure enough... on the surface, there is no sign of the Great Desolation Evil God anywhere, but secretly, his shadow is everywhere..."

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.

Then he calmed down and began to calculate and record the formation patterns.

Xun Ziyou stood silently behind him, keeping an eye on the nearby mountains and forests to see if there were any demonic cultivators showing up, or dangerous monsters appearing, endangering the safety of Mo Hua.

On the other side, he was also using the corner of his eye to see what the ink paintings were recording.

But he soon discovered that he couldn't understand...

This is a very different formation pattern, completely different from any formation system he knows.

One stroke at a time, although it is a system of its own, it can construct a complete formation logic.

But looking at it, I don't understand it at all.

Xun Ziyou suddenly felt a little happy.

Fortunately, when I first started practicing, I didn't bite the bullet and learn the formations. I followed my ancestor's instructions and became a formation master.

Otherwise, after studying formations until now, only to find that one cannot understand the formations drawn by a second-grade small formation master, wouldn't one's Taoist heart collapse?

Xun Ziyou sighed and took a deep look at Mo Hua. Then he put away his thoughts and no longer looked at what Mo Hua painted - he couldn't understand it anyway. Instead, he used all his energy to be wary of the surroundings to see if there was any hidden danger. .

Before, he thought that the ancestor was making a fuss and allowed himself, a late-stage Golden Elixir, to secretly take care of a kid in the middle-stage Foundation Establishment stage.

Now it seems that with such a talent for formation, it is considered good that the ancestor did not let the Ascension Realm secretly protect him...

After a while of burning incense, the ink painting recorded the Shinto formations on a tree. Then he put away his pen and ink, stood up, and said:

“Let's go to the front.”

Xun Ziyou looked around and nodded.

Mo Hua walked to the front, looked around, and found a big tree. He continued to sit down and calculated and recorded the formations one by one.

　　Xun Ziyou was still on guard beside him.

After counting like this for a whole day, I wrote down a thick stack of formation patterns in ink paintings.

During this period, everything was calm, there were no demon cultivators, and there were no other dangerous dangers.

The sun has set and it is getting dark.

Xunzi said leisurely: "Go back first."

“Okay.” Mo Hua agreed.

　　It is best not to stay in the forest at night until you find out the secrets deep in this dense forest.

The two of them walked back.

Xun Ziyou sent Mo Hua to the mountain gate and said goodbye to Mo Hua: "I will stay in the mountain. You can go back to the sect by yourself. Be careful on the way."

“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment and then said: "Tomorrow is still ten days off. If you still want to go into the mountains and copy the formations, remember to come to me and I will take you in."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, “Thank you, Elder Xun!”

Elder Xun nodded slightly.

After that, Mo Hua left the Demon Refining Mountain alone and walked towards Taixu Gate.

As I walked, I drew ink and looked forward to it.

He wanted to return to the sect as soon as possible and classify and study the thick stack of Shinto formations he had copied to see if he could restore the complete Shinto formations laid out in the dense forest.

Moreover, this Shinto formation is obviously much more advanced than the one I got in the small fishing village before.

As expected, the function of this Shinto formation will also be of great use to me!

Mo Hua had a smile on his face and walked briskly, but before he reached Taixu Gate, he met an acquaintance on the road.

　　 is Ouyang wood.

Along with Ouyang Mu, there was another disciple of Tai'amen. He looked like he was a senior student. He was tall and thin and had a long face.

Mo Hua greeted: "Little wood."

Hearing this, Ouyang Mu in front turned his head and saw Mo Hua. His expression couldn't help but be happy, and he quickly greeted:

“Senior Brother Mo.”

The long-faced Tai'amen disciple next to him looked a little surprised when he saw this.

As Mo Hua approached, Ouyang Mu introduced:

“This is Senior Brother Ma from Tai'amen, who is of the same rank as my brother.”

Mo Hua then remembered that when he first entered Demon Refining Mountain and met Senior Brother Feng, he had met this "Senior Brother Ma" from Tai'amen.

Mo Hua said hello according to the general etiquette.

Senior Brother Ma also returned the gift.

“Senior Brother Ma was entrusted by my elder brother to bring me some elixirs for practice, spiritual weapons and jade slips...”

Ouyang Mu said with a smile.

Even though he has such an excellent brother, he is compared with him every day, which puts Ouyang Mu under a lot of pressure and he also receives a lot of cold looks.

But he still respects and admires his brother very much.

Ouyang Mu also just came out of Demon Refining Mountain and was going back to his sect, so he happened to be on his way.

Mo Hua and Ouyang Mu walked for a while, chatting about trivial matters about Demon Refining Mountain along the way.

Senior Brother Ma on the side said little, but there was a hint of prudence in his eyes.

At the intersection, Mo Hua said goodbye to them.

Ouyang Mu and Brother Ma went back to Tai'amen.

Mo Hua entered the Taixu Gate.

Just after entering the mountain gate, Mo Hua's face gradually became colder, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

He just felt a trace of... from that "Senior Brother Ma"...

The breath of the evil god.

(End of this chapter)

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