Asking About Longevity Chapter 756

Chapter 756: The Shinto Reunion (Thank you to the leader of Xiaobaibai's Radish~)

This evil spirit's aura is very weak, and an ordinary monk would not be able to sense it at all.

Even Senior Brother Ma himself may not be able to notice that he has this evil aura in him.

 But there shouldn't be anything wrong…

Mo Hua was thinking silently in his mind.

He and the Great Wild Evil God are "old acquaintances" - although the Great Wild Evil God may not recognize him.

Then Mo Hua couldn't help but frown again.

 But why does Senior Brother Ma have the aura of the evil **** on his body?

 Could it be that this Senior Brother Ma is one of the minions of the evil god?

Or is it that he just accidentally came into contact with some statues or sacrifices of evil gods?

If this is true, it means that the evil **** has already unknowingly begun to erode the sect. Not only the Jinmen, but also the other twelve sects, the eight gates, and even the four major sects may not be spared.

Even if it has not eroded, it has at least begun to penetrate.

 There are great desires in the human heart, and if you don't cultivate your mind, you will definitely not be able to defeat the evil gods.

 “I'm afraid the situation is not going to be good…”

Mo Hua sighed.

 Also, that senior brother Ma seemed to be deliberately approaching Xiaomu.

 Could he have any other thoughts?

 “Would you like to remind Xiao Mu?”

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and shook his head.

Xiao Mumu is too innocent, and his thoughts are written on his face. If I tell him, it will be too easy to reveal his secrets.

That Senior Brother Ma, you can tell at a glance that Xiaomu is doubting him.

 So, we can't say anything yet, lest we alert others.

 Just pay attention to it yourself.

Furthermore, this matter about Senior Brother Ma is just my suspicion. He may have just come into contact with some evil gods and ghosts by chance, but he may not really have anything to do with the evil gods.

 “I hope so…”

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

 He ​​raised his head again and glanced at the misty, simple and elegant, majestic Taixu Gate.

 “If Tai Amen really begins to be infiltrated by evil gods...”

 “Then where is my Taixumen?”

Mo Hua's eyes were stern, and after thinking for a moment, he realized that Taixu Sect should be fine.

If there were really signs of being infiltrated by the evil **** in the Taixu Sect, he should have noticed it long ago. The disciples controlled by the evil **** would not be able to escape his eyes.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

 “That's good…”

 Then Mo Hua was startled again.

Why?

 Why are other sects, even sects like Tai'amen, which have connections with Taixumen's ancestors, all showing signs of being corroded by evil gods, while Taixumen alone can "save it alone"?

Mo Hua frowned in confusion.

Suddenly he felt something in his heart. He raised his head and looked far away. He looked over the long straight mountain steps, over the attic palaces with traces of time, over the mountains covered by clouds and fog, and looked at the ancient temple hidden in the depths. The towering and impressive back mountain.

 A name comes to mind again:

 “Taixu Divine Mind turns into a true sword...”

Mo Hua was startled, his eyes bright.

Afterwards, he returned to his disciple's residence. When it was time for dinner, Mo Hua called Yu'er and they went to the dining hall together to have dinner.

 Influenced by ink paintings, Yu'er also loves to eat chicken legs.

 After eating, Mo Hua checked Yu'er's formation skills.

 This is Wen Renwan's request.

She knew that Mo Hua's "teacher" was Mr. Xun, and he had learned formations very well, so she gave Mo Hua many good things and asked Mo Hua to help teach Yu'er how to learn formations when he was free.

Aunt Wan treated me very well, not to mention teaching Yu'er, so Mo Hua naturally agreed.

 Today's Mo Hua can be regarded as half of Yu'er's "formation master".

 After class, or after tea and dinner, he would tutor Yu'er in learning formations.

Because Yu'er is young and still in the enlightenment stage, she can learn it easily and give instructions on ink painting very easily.

And because it was ink painting that taught her, Yu'er studied very seriously and made rapid progress.

 Ink Hua is very pleased.

 After checking Yu'er's formation homework, Mo Hua sent Yu'er back to her room, and then returned to his own room and began to formally study the "Shinto formation" that he copied from the mountains and forests.

He copied a total of eighteen manuscripts of Shinto formations.

Each formation has the same internal layout and similar formation patterns. It can be clearly seen that they are the same type of "Shinto formation".

  However, in each formation, the specific formation patterns are different.

 Just like the seemingly same leaves on the same tree, they all have different textures.

It seems like…

 “Shinto's revival?”

 It's right to think about it. In such a large mountain forest, the effect of a single formation method must be limited.

 Single arrays need to be combined to form a complex array of a certain size in order to better cover up the consciousness and hide the secrets.

 But it is at most a re-formation.

 The Shinto formation above the complex formation is simply impossible.

 The inheritance of Shinto formations is already rare, and there are only a few formation masters who can master Shinto formations.

Where can anyone have the ability to use so many Shinto formation masters and consume so much mental power to build a magnificent "Shinto formation"...

 It is already very good to be able to build a Shinto complex.

“So, what kind of Shinto formation is spread out in the dense forest?”

 Ink painting is silently thinking.

 "Shinto formation" is the collective name for a type of formation. Each Shinto formation should have its own name.

 Including the four-image formation.

Mo Hua has seen two sets of four-image formations so far. One is the eagle-like four-image formation on the vulture's head, and the other is the wolf-like four-image formation on the demon cultivator's arm.

 Judging from its characteristics, it can be called "Four-Elephant Eagle Pattern Array" and "Four-Elephant Wolf Pattern Array".

 But what about the Shinto formation?

The Shinto formations of the small fishing village and the dense forest seem to come from the same lineage, but the formation patterns of the two are different. They should be two different types of Shinto formations.

 The Shinto formation in the small fishing village is like a "door".

 After closing it, some cause and effect and qi can be concealed.

 Writing it on the forehead can also block out some evil spirits.

 The Shinto formation in the dense forest is like a "fog".

Through the formation of spiritual thoughts, a mist of spiritual thoughts is woven into a hazy mist, making it impossible for one's spiritual consciousness to detect the details under the fog.

  But what are the specific names of these two types of formations?

 Ink painting has no clue at all.

After all, these formations of his are inherently incomplete and "half-baked" inheritances. They were all "harvested" by him, and naturally there is no beginning or end.

 “I don't know the name of the formation…”

Mo Hua shook his head and continued to study.

He wanted to copy the eighteen Shinto formations with different patterns from the dense forest, calculate them one by one, compare them, and then summarize the same formation patterns to find out the secrets.

 The simple and elegant disciple is in the middle, with bright lights.

The ink painting sits upright, with a focused expression, and a pair of eyes that are bright and dazzling under the light.

 The spiritual consciousness is being consumed bit by bit, and the calculations are advancing step by step.

 The formation patterns under the pen are also coming together one stroke at a time.

At midnight, Mo Hua turned off the lights, lay on the bed, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and continued to make calculations on the Taoist stele.

 The calculations on the Taoist monument have progressed several times faster.

 Soon, I had some understanding of ink painting.

 This is a Shinto complex formation with a relatively simple structure.

  It is somewhat similar to the Zi-Mother Sinan Complex Formation. It uses a core mother-formation to control multiple single sub-formations, which are connected to each other to form a "mist" of spiritual thoughts.

 The difference is that the single "sub-formation" of the Sinan Formation is the same and copied from the same mold.

 As for the "Shinto Complex Formation" in front of us, all its "sub-formations" are the same formation, but the shapes have changed.

 It is like a big tree, each leaf has its own vein.

 The overall structure of this formation is a bit like a "Spiritual Pivot Formation".

Each secondary sub-array has a corresponding formation "sequence" to distinguish the formation structure.

“In the dense forest, there are many unknown Shinto formations, and each formation is similar but special.”

“They have the same array core structure, but have different array pattern sequences…”

“The structure of the complex formation is simple, but it involves many specific formation patterns and is very complicated..."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief slowly.

He has a rough idea of ​​these Shinto formations.

 But at this stage, he could not conclude the same array core structure, nor could he discover the rules between these sequential array patterns.

Of course, not to mention the deeper principles of formation.

However, this was only the first day, and he had only copied a dozen formation patterns.

The dense forest is still very large, and there are still many formations. If you copy more and study more, you can always study it thoroughly and master the "mist" Shinto formations in the dense forest.

Mo Hua nodded.

He then rested for a while and continued to deduce on the Tao tablet. He wanted to get more familiar with these Shinto formations and see if he had made any omissions or if he could have other inspirations...

 Taixumen, where the elders live.

Xun Ziyou thought deeply and decided to report to his ancestor first.

 “Shinto formation?”

Mr. Xun's expression remained normal, but his heart sank.

 How could it be a Shinto formation...

 That sect's inheritance is famous for its secrets and formations.

One evolution and one trick, two calculations of heaven and earth, the flow of immortal formations, ten thousand formations into one... But I have never heard of it, and there is still a legacy of Shinto formations.

Even though the boy named Zhuang is extremely talented and has extraordinary formation skills, he has never used any Shinto formations in his life.

The Shinto formation itself, just like the Yin and Yang formation, is an ancient formation with a very long history.

The difficulty of Yin and Yang is that it is obscure, and the great way is simple, but its meaning is not clear.

 The difficulty of Shinto formations lies in spiritual consciousness, which is unpredictable and unpredictable, and contains unknowable dangers.

 These two types of formations are almost lost.

However, Yin and Yang are still within the formation system.

 The Shinto formation is unique.

To this day, ordinary monks, and even some high-level formation masters, have probably never heard of the words "Shinto formation".

 Where did this kid Mo Hua... hear it from?

 And depending on the situation, he is very familiar with it?

Mr. Xun frowned and had many thoughts:

 Did someone else teach him? Or did he figure it out on his own?

 Or is it really his master, a special inheritance left to him?

After all, their sect is unfathomable, its inheritance is too long, and its background is very terrifying. The disciples of the past generations are also perverted geniuses.

Just because the boy named Zhuang doesn't know how to do it, doesn't mean he doesn't have this inheritance.

if so…

 That was what he specially left for the child Mo Hua before he died, knowing that his time was up.

Mr. Xun was filled with emotion. Even though he was about to die, he still took such pains to leave such a legacy, which shows how much that person valued ink painting...

With his aloof and unruly temperament, I'm afraid he has never done so much to anyone in his life...

Mr. Xun felt a little sad for a moment.

 Xun Ziyou didn't know about these past events.

 He ​​saw that his ancestor's expression changed, and he was no stranger to the four words "Shinto Formation", so he guessed in his mind that this Shinto Formation was probably taught to Mo Hua privately by his ancestor because of his partiality.

 But now that he thought about it, he felt it was natural.

There is not enough talent, so it will be useless if you pass it on.

 At least if the ancestor passed this formation on to him, he would definitely not be able to learn it.

Since you can't learn it, you can't blame your ancestor for being partial.

Xun Ziyou nodded slightly.

Mr. Xun glanced at Xun Ziyou and warned:

"You are only responsible for the safety of Mo Hua's child and the formation. Let him check, learn and figure it out by himself. You don't have to worry about it."

"yes."

Xunziyou bowed his hands and said.

 The next day, Mo Hua went to the Demon Refining Mountain early in the morning.

 At this time, Elder Xun had just made tea.

Mo Hua and Elder Xun drank tea together, and then set off together to the dense forest and continued walking deeper along the route explored yesterday.

 While walking, the ink painting looked for trees, deduced and recorded the patterns.

Xun Ziyou couldn't understand it anyway, so he concentrated on protecting him.

However, as his bodyguard has now turned from darkness to light, he doesn't have to be cautious and is very cautious. He has less worries and feels a lot more relaxed.

Like this, until the sun sets, the sky is filled with clouds, and night gradually falls.

 The ink paintings recorded more than twenty hand-written copies of the Shinto formation patterns.

These formation patterns are raw materials. After derivation and research, we can further deepen our understanding of the Shinto formations and restore the original appearance of the formations.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Xunzi said leisurely.

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

 The two of them walked back along the mountain road.

As the sun set over the mountains, the mountains and forests were quiet, Mo Hua was in a relaxed mood, so he walked with Elder Xun Ziyou and chatted with each other.

 Ask something like: "Elder, where are you from?"

“How many generations of the great-great-grandson are you, Mr. Xun?”

 “Are you married?”

 “Do you have any children?”

“We, Taixu Sect, are elders in the late Jindan period. How much is the spiritual stone salary per month? Are there any other benefits?”

　　…and the like.

Xunzi sighed. There was nothing he could do with the ink painting. He could only pick some questions he could answer and answer them.

If it is really not convenient for him to answer, he will pretend that he did not hear.

Just like that, after walking for a while, a scream suddenly sounded:

 “Ink painting!”

Mo Hua and Xun Zi You were both startled. They turned around and saw not far away, a fair-faced, handsome young man wearing a splendid golden Taoist robe. His eyes were spitting fire and he was looking at this side with an angry expression.

 I can recognize the ink painting.

It was the pretty-faced disciple of Duanjinmen, Song Jian.

As soon as Song Jian saw the ink painting, he couldn't move his eyes away. He stared at the ink painting with his eyes and shouted angrily:

 “That's enough for me to meet you!”

 “Ink! Paint! I've been looking for you for a long time!”

"You find someone to beat me up, take away my spiritual sword, destroy my hard work, and lie to me! Find a big man to fight with me, and you watch from the sidelines to tease me!"

“This brush stroke, every 'bloody' feud, I will never forget it in this life!”

“Today, I want to avenge my shame and let you...”

 Beside him was a disciple of Duan Jinmen, pulling on Song Jian's sleeves.

Song Jian shook it off impatiently.

 The disciple pulled again.

Song Jian felt slightly angry, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

The Duanjinmen disciple next to him winked at Song Jian and looked at Mo Hua's side.

Song Jian was puzzled and followed his gaze, only to find that there was an elder standing next to Mo Hua with a silent expression.

 Elder Jindan of Taixu Sect!

 Song Jian felt a chill in his heart.

 He spent these days searching for ink paintings all over the mountains and plains, but he never came across them.

Finally met him today. He was so angry and ecstatic that he didn't even notice that Mo Hua was accompanied by an elder from the Taixu Sect.

 Moreover, he is also Elder Jindan!

Song Jian was dumbfounded.

His arrogant arrogance suddenly withered.

No matter how courageous he was, he would not dare to trouble Mo Hua in front of Elder Jindan of Taixu Sect.

 "Hello, elder..."

Song Jian said in a low voice.

A group of Duanjinmen disciples also cowered and followed suit to salute Xunzi.

"Yeah." Xun Ziyou nodded slightly and said calmly, "Disciples must be gentle and polite among themselves. Even if they are not the same sect, they must not cause trouble."

"yes…"

Song Jian reluctantly said.

"Okay," Xun Ziyou didn't make it difficult for them, and said, "It's getting late, so go back early."

Song Jian and others felt as if they had received an amnesty, saluted, said "Elder, farewell" in twos and threes, and hurried away in groups.

 Xun Ziyou shook his head.

 After they were far away, a disciple of Duanjinmen said:

 “Master, what should we do now?”

Song Jian gritted his teeth and said: "Despicable Mo Hua! Extremely shameless! He actually carries Elder Jindan with him!"

 A disciple whispered: "Elder Jindan, you can't just carry it with you casually..."

 Especially in Demon Refining Mountain.

“This ink painting seems to have a high status in the sect. I'm afraid it's hard to offend...”

 “Are we still going to cause trouble for him?”

 A group of Song family disciples hesitated.

 “Nonsense!” Song Jian said angrily, “If I don't avenge this revenge, I will never be able to swallow this breath for the rest of my life!”

 “How to repay?” a disciple asked in a low voice.

Song Jian thought about it for a while, but he couldn't think of any way to punish Mo Hua. When he looked up and saw everyone staring at him, he immediately became a little annoyed and angry:

 “I have my own solution! Why do you ask so many questions?”

"Yes Yes…"

 A group of Song family disciples were obedient.

Song Jian was in a irritable mood and said, "Go back first and think about the **** thing about Mo Hua in the long term. As long as he is still hanging around in the mountains, sooner or later, he will fall into my hands!"

 “Then this elder…”

“How can the elders of Taixu Sect be so idle and follow him every day?”

 “What if you really…follow me every day?”

Song Jian was furious: "Are you arguing with me?"

The disciple did not dare to speak.

Song Jian sneered, "Even if the elders follow you every day, there will always be times when you relax. As long as you keep an eye on him, there will always be a chance to make a move."

 “Yes, the young master is wise…”

 Song Jian dismissed this kind of neither salty nor bland flattery.

He glanced at the direction Mo Hua left, feeling unwilling but helpless, and finally said coldly:

 “Go back first!”

"yes."

Song Jian took the lead and the group walked down the mountain.

It's just that he didn't notice that when he was staring at the ink painting, there was also a pair of gloomy eyes staring at him indifferently in the darkness of the mountain forest.

On the other side, Mo Hua asked Xun Ziyou curiously, "Elder, in Duanjinmen, is the Song family at odds with the Jin family?"

“Yes.”

"oh…"

 The ink painting is thoughtful.

"By the way," Xun Ziyou said again, "that boy from the Song family seems to have a deep hatred for me. You should be careful in the mountains."

Mo Hua waved his hand, "It's okay, it's just a kid."

Xun Ziyou was stunned for a moment, speechless for a moment.

 You yourself are younger than him...

After walking for a while, Mo Hua's eyes flashed with cunning, and he whispered: "By the way, Elder Xun, I have a small request..."

Xun Ziyou felt nervous.

 You look like a little fox, and you can't make up your mind at first glance. Your request must not be too small.

Xun Ziyou was a little wary and said, "Tell me about it first."

Mo Hua said: "Can I take a few days off?"

"Ask for leave?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded and said seriously, "The evil cultivator has ulterior motives and is hiding in this dense forest. If he is not found out early, he may cause serious harm."

“So, I want to take a leave and restore the formation in this dense forest as soon as possible, so that I can catch the demon cultivator earlier and bring peace to Demon Refining Mountain.”

 Xun Ziyou's expression was complicated.

Had he not been staring at the tips of the ink paintings these days and knowing what he was doing, I would have almost believed it.

This child has no less than seven or eight thoughts in his belly.

It must not be that simple!

　　However, the ancestor also ordered, "Let him investigate, learn, and ponder the formations by himself..."

Mo Hua definitely didn't tell the truth about some things, but when it came to learning formations, it was indeed the truth.

Xunzi hesitated for a moment and sighed:

“Okay, I'll go talk to Elder Song.”

 The matter of cultivating demons cannot be delayed.

Since Mo Hua needs to learn formations, he naturally wants to help.

Mo Hua smiled brightly and said:

 “Thank you, Elder Xun!”

 As expected of the elder of the Taixu Sect, he is quick to do things and it is much easier to ask for leave.

Although Gu Changhuai and Uncle Gu are good, they are far inferior to Elder Xun in terms of asking for leave for themselves.

Mo Hua silently compared in his mind.

 After that, Elder Xun successfully asked for leave for Mo Hua.

 And Mo Hua can now concentrate on studying the Shinto formations in the dense forest.

His research on Shinto formations deepened little by little, and as he copied the formations, he naturally got closer to the depths of the dense forest.

 Not long after, he found traces of the demon cultivator in the dense forest.

 A **** stream, with demon blood drying up around it. In addition, there are also a large number of skeletons and remains of demon beasts...

 (End of this chapter)

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