Asking About Longevity Chapter 793

Chapter 793 Taixu Tu

Until he returned to the Elder's Residence, Mr. Xun was a little distracted.

Although disciples with good spiritual abilities are rare, they are not impossible.

Especially within large aristocratic families and large sects, there can be some disciples with high-grade spiritual roots in each generation.

Even in the legend, it was not like he had never seen the rare-like Heavenly Spiritual Root in his life.

But it is really difficult to meet disciples with good spiritual abilities.

The aptitudes in spiritual thinking are truly invisible and cannot be seen at all at ordinary times.

In addition, there is no method of "cultivating spiritual consciousness" in the cultivation world, and the inheritance of Shinto is rare. Some disciples with spiritual qualifications do not know how to hone their consciousness and train their spiritual consciousness. It is easy for them to unknowingly lose their consciousness. Talent is wasted.

And after the repairs, the road is not easy to walk.

The way of divine thoughts is ethereal and dangerous.

If you cultivate spiritual consciousness, all your abilities will focus on spiritual consciousness, and your strength will be extremely biased, with great flaws and drawbacks.

Even if they have such qualifications, few monks will actually choose to take this path.

Therefore, it is difficult for disciples with good spiritual talent to discover, cultivate, and grow.

So far, the only disciple he has seen who is extremely talented in spiritual thinking is Mo Hua.

But the situation of ink painting is very special.

This is no longer a question of whether his qualifications are good or not.

His realm and spiritual consciousness were so "defying the heavens" that they were beyond the cognition of ordinary monks, and even beyond the cognition of his Dongxu Patriarch.

Mr. Xun took a slight breath.

At the same time, he became more certain of his previous conjecture:

"That person wants his disciple to take the path of 'divine consciousness and enlightenment'!"

Mr. Xun sighed inwardly.

Let a casual cultivator take this lonely, unpopular, difficult and dangerous ancient path with little inheritance and no idea of ​​the way forward...

It's simply whimsical.

He is also really courageous!

However, it does seem like something that person would do.

and…

Mr. Xun thought about the ink paintings and his nineteen lines of consciousness, and his heart was slightly shaken.

I really let him go!

Mo Hua is still building a foundation now, so he has such a profound foundation of spiritual consciousness. As time goes by, as his spiritual consciousness is further refined, the future will be even more unpredictable...

Although spiritual consciousness is difficult to cultivate, it is difficult to practice, and the method is remote and has tricky uses.

But this is for ordinary monks.

If you can really "ride the dust" on the path of spiritual consciousness and cultivate to the perfection of spiritual consciousness, then you will be a truly terrifying "monster".

Mr. Xun's pupils shrank slightly, and a name emerged in his mind.

"The trickster..."

This name is taboo in both good and evil realms.

This person is also the first and possibly the only evildoer in the Demon Sect so far who has cultivated in the Ascension Realm and earned the title of "Taoist".

And this "cunning man" follows the path of spiritual thought, and his cultivation is strange and unpredictable.

Now that he is just a feather, he has already disappeared, making people frightened.

How many great powers wanted to kill him, but they didn't know how to do it.

Once in the future, he breaks into the cave, he doesn't know how to die...

Moreover, Mr. Xun always had a premonition in his heart.

With the deceitful man's mind and calculations, the day when he emerges from the mortal world and breaks through the void is probably not far away...

By then, I don't know what kind of disaster it will be.

"What a disaster..."

Mr. Xun sighed deeply.

Then he raised his head again, passed through the floating clouds and white mist of Taixu Mountain, looked at the dark sky at the border of Qianxue State, and sighed in his heart.

Let's not talk about the deceitful people for now.

The current disaster in Qianxue State Boundary is probably not small...

Mo Hua rested for a day and his body was fine.

His problem mainly lies at the level of spiritual consciousness.

Elder Murong, a gentle and beautiful third-level alchemist, checked Mo Hua's meridians, dredged his spiritual energy and blood vessels, and rubbed the acupuncture points on his back and forehead, and then said warmly:

"I'll give you some elixirs that can activate blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and calm the mind. Take it every day when you get up early. If you feel any discomfort after that, remember to come back to me."

Mo Hua moved his arms, and he felt much more comfortable, so he said happily:

"Thank you Elder Murong."

Elder Murong also smiled and nodded.

Mo Hua bowed and left the alchemy room.

Return to the disciples.

Mo Hua meditated for a while, and then he couldn't wait to take out the visualization chart that Mr. Xun gave him, no, it was temporarily "lent" to him.

The visualization picture is placed in a jade box. The paper is old and has some wrinkles. It looks like it has been there for an unknown number of years.

Mo Hua stretched out his palm and gently rubbed the visualization diagram. In a trance, he could feel the ancient atmosphere accumulated over the years.

However, he did not open it in a hurry. Instead, he remembered Mr. Xun's instructions, took a bath and meditated, and then lit the high-quality soothing incense.

Soothing incense is placed in the incense burner.

As soon as the fire lit up, wisps of white smoke rose up and floated into the air, turning into a fragrant and quiet aroma that slowly lingered in the room.

Mo Hua took a sip and felt that his soul was refreshed and his mind was clear.

"The things the old gentleman gave are indeed good things, but I don't know how much spiritual stones they are worth, so they probably won't be cheap..."

In the thick smoke of the soothing incense, the ink painting sat quietly for a moment, and then slowly opened the "clean" visualization picture given by Mr. Xun, which Taixu Sect has collected for many years.

On top of the picture.

What you see is a lush green mountain range.

The mountains are ancient and clumsy, with green trees and deep ink colors, full of ancient interest.

Among the mountains and forests, there is a simple and majestic Daomen courtyard.

The palaces and towers are towering and nestled in the mountains. They are integrated with the ancient mountains. I don't know how many winds and rains they have gone through and how many vicissitudes they have experienced.

Above the mountains and forests, there are white clouds and mist.

There are cranes flying over and strange beasts disappearing, adding a little vivid fairy spirit.

"This is... Taixu Gate?"

Mo Hua stared at the visualization picture for a while and felt that it was somewhat similar, but not completely.

The picture does seem to be a sect.

But this sect is obviously larger than Taixu Sect, and the style of the palaces and buildings is similar to Taixu Sect, but it looks older and older.

Especially the sky above the sect is higher and the atmosphere is pure.

"Is it the Taixu Gate of the past?"

Mo Hua looked at it for a while, shook his head, and stopped worrying.

"It's better to visualize first..."

He let go of his spiritual consciousness and sensed the visualization picture, and found no evil and ghostly aura. It was indeed a "clean" visualization picture as Mr. Xun said.

"rare…"

Mo Hua collected all his thoughts and began to contemplate quietly.

The scenery of white cloud mountains, floating mist towers, and antique mountain Taoist temples all make people feel peaceful.

A pure and lofty thought of seeking the Tao is like a drizzle, moisturizing the heart.

Within a moment, Mo Hua felt that all the evil spirits, hostility, wandering thoughts, greed and other distracting thoughts around his body had been cleansed.

His spiritual consciousness barely increased.

But his Taoist heart became much clearer.

"This is…"

Mo Hua was shocked.

Could it be that this is the real "visualization picture"?

Sit upright and meditate, understand the meaning of the picture, purify your spiritual thoughts, and cleanse your Taoist heart?

What I encountered before were all evil fakes?

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

No wonder the master told himself before that the visualization diagram is the most precious treasure among monks, and is something that is not passed down from the family to the Taoist court.

But it is also said that the visualization pictures contain disasters, are difficult to distinguish between true and false, and are extremely dangerous...

Real visualization pictures contain pure and upright connotations, which can enhance spiritual thoughts and purify the Taoist heart. They are indeed peerless treasures.

Fake visualization pictures harbor evil spirits, can devour spiritual consciousness, pollute the Taoist mind, and are indeed extremely dangerous.

It is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and misfortunes and blessings depend on each other.

It is indeed difficult for ordinary monks to tell the difference.

"But..." Mo Hua frowned slightly, "After I meditated, my consciousness didn't seem to be much enhanced?"

"Is the method I used wrong, or is it that the visualization diagram of our Taixu Sect only refines the Taoist heart and has little benefit to the growth of spiritual consciousness?"

Mo Hua raised his head again and glanced at the visualization picture. He was a little confused and said:

"That's all, contentment is enough. It's enough to refine your Taoist heart and help yourself get rid of evil thoughts. You can't be too greedy..."

Mo Hua calmed down and continued to contemplate.

After meditating like this for an hour, my mind was clear, clear, and free of any evil desires.

Mo Hua felt that it was almost done, so he respectfully put away the visualization picture.

Mr. Xun told him not to read less or more for an hour every day. It is best to stop reading in moderation.

Listen to others and eat enough.

After putting away the visualization chart, Mo Hua took out his storage bag and pulled out a broken sword.

This is a bone-broken sword, completely white, and it looks a bit evil.

It was the broken sword where the sword bones resided.

Logically speaking, this kind of evil bone sword is not allowed to be brought into the sect.

Mo Hua asked Mr. Xun for a favor, saying that keeping this bone sword would be of great use to him, and he also guaranteed that there would be no problems with the bone sword.

Mr. Xun thought for a moment, then nodded and asked Mo Hua to take the bone sword into the sect.

Other elders can only turn a blind eye or close one eye.

However, some regulations still need to be followed.

This bone sword was "registered" with Elder Ruishan.

You don't need to check them when you enter the mountain, or you can bring them into the disciples' residence.

But if something evil happened within the sect, then the first person to be suspected would naturally be Mo Hua.

Mo Hua doesn't want to take the blame.

Therefore, for the sake of safety, he added a Divine Lock Formation to the Bone Broken Sword to seal evil thoughts, and a Divine Mist Formation to cover the aura.

Don't give the sword bone the slightest chance to cause trouble.

After making sure everything was safe, Mo Hua gently unveiled a little bit of the formation. His mind moved slightly, and he sensed the aura inside the broken sword, and then whispered:

"Hello..." No response.

"Jian Gu Gu, are you dead?"

Sword Bones: "..."

"say!"

"Oh," Jian Gugu immediately responded, "Thanks to my little ancestor, I'm still alive..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Don't say 'little ancestor, little ancestor'. I'm not old, and I'm not evil. What do you call 'ancestor'?"

Are you an "evil spirit"? But you eat "evil spirit"...

Jian Gugu cursed in his heart.

"Then...what should I call you?" Jian Gugu whispered.

"You watch and shout for yourself." Mo Hua said.

Jian Gugu immediately understood and felt a pain in his heart.

This is a test of yourself, to see if you are aware of current affairs, if you have a look, and if you can understand the situation clearly.

The current situation could not be clearer.

Jian Gugu said respectfully: "Then, from now on, I will call you...'Master'?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "I don't like these two words... No one in this world should be the master of others."

Jian Gu was startled.

What's the meaning?

It's a bit unclear.

Then it added: "Then I will call you...'Sir'?"

But Mo Hua's face was stern, "Are you laughing at me for not growing up?"

In reality, he can grow up. Although it is not obvious, his size is indeed getting bigger every year.

But the incarnation of divine consciousness seems to have stayed in the state before the "qualitative change of divine consciousness" when the foundation was established.

I don't know if I can grow up in the future.

Therefore, the evil spirit Jian Gu Gu called him "Sir", which made Mo Hua very unhappy.

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

The sword bone sensed the displeasure of the ink painting, and the scene of thousands of monsters dying tragically, and being swallowed by the ink painting came to mind again, and the skull couldn't help but feel numb.

This won't work, that won't work either…

Jian Gugu's mind changed rapidly and he quickly said:

"Then how about I still call you 'Master'?"

Mo Hua was about to say bad.

There were so many young masters in Qianxue Prefecture, and the person behind these bad things was also a young master, which he found unpleasant.

However, Mo Hua thought about it again, gave up the idea, nodded and said:

"Okay, from now on, just call me 'Master'."

Jian Gugu let out a long sigh of relief.

This little ancestor is really hard to take care of.

Accompanying "jun" is like accompanying a tiger.

More importantly, he is really a tiger that eats "people", so he cannot be careless at all.

Jian Gugu quickly expressed his loyalty and said:

"Then I will call you 'Master'. From now on, Master, as long as you give orders, your sword and bones will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"Um."

Mo Hua was a little satisfied and said again:

"Just stay in there honestly, don't come out, and don't make any small moves, otherwise you will be discovered by the sect elders or ancestors, and I won't be able to save you."

"And when that time comes, I can only crush you to death and destroy your body and traces of it."

"You remember!"

Jian Gugu felt a chill in his heart and said hurriedly:

"Yes, yes, Master, I will definitely remember it!"

Mo Hua nodded, then sealed the formation again, checked it again, and found that there was no trace of evil, so he felt relieved.

The sword bones would indeed be of great use if he kept them.

The first one is the natal magic weapon.

I don't have enough experience in refining weapons myself.

But the predecessor of the sword bone was an old swordsmith with rich knowledge of weapon refining, orthodox inheritance, and who had made countless evil swords.

It will be used to raise the natal magic weapon in the future, including casting the embryo of the natal magic weapon.

In addition, it is the invasion of spiritual thoughts.

Mo Hua's own spiritual thoughts cannot leave the body voluntarily.

If he encounters some evil spirits in the future, it would be good if these evil spirits know his nature and can take the initiative to drag him into a dream.

But if these evil spirits didn't know what they were, he could only stare at them and there was nothing he could do.

Even including spiritual objects like the Demon Refining Chart, if he didn't know the "sacrifice" ritual, he wouldn't be able to invade.

With the sword bones and this bone-broken sword, he has a "medium". He can use Shinto formations to build a divine lock bridge, connect the medium, intervene in other spiritual objects, and achieve spiritual invasion.

Of course, this is just the idea of ​​ink painting.

In actual use, it is estimated that there will be a lot of trouble.

But having a way is better than having no way at all.

Mo Hua put away the broken bones and sword. Seeing that it was getting late, he sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness and continued to practice the formation on the Taoist monument...

The elder is in the center.

Even though it was late at night, the gray-haired Mr. Xun was still at his desk sorting out some files and formations.

After a while, Xun Ziyou came over.

He has been away on business these days, and now he has just returned to his clan. Regardless of the late night, he came to visit Mr. Xun despite all the travel and dust.

He knew that this was a troubled time, and the ancestor must not have rested yet.

Xunzi was waiting outside the door.

"Come in."

Mr. Xun said calmly.

Xun Ziyou bowed, entered the house, and told Mr. Xun all the information he had found out in detail:

"Daoting already knows about it. It is estimated that someone inside the Qianxue Prefecture has been planted with spies. Although the news has been blocked, they still didn't hide it from Daoting..."

"But this matter was still suppressed by the four major sects."

"After all, once this matter is exposed, it will definitely cause panic. An investigation is inevitable, and the sect's restructuring will inevitably be postponed."

"Restructuring is something that should be delayed sooner rather than later. If it is delayed for several years or decades, once the situation changes, it is likely that it will no longer be possible to push it forward."

"Therefore, none of the four major sects want to cause trouble. In their eyes, the restructuring of the sect is the biggest event at the moment. Naturally, they will not let the incident at Demon Refining Mountain affect the overall situation and ruin their plans."

"Of course," Xun Ziyou gloated, "heavy bleeding is definitely inevitable."

"If they want to suppress this thing, they have to feed a few big mouths up there."

"Daoting has a big appetite and it's not easy to feed him..."

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, "Where's the Golden Gate?"

Xun Zi leisurely said: "Because of these disciples, the Jin family has completely collapsed. The first elder has retired, and the other elders of the Jin family will not change their positions for the time being - this is to maintain stability by breaking up the Jinmen, not wanting to cause trouble and arouse suspicion from others..."

"But these Jin family elders have no further possibility, and these positions will not be succeeded by Jin family disciples in the future."

"After the Jin family fell, the Song family came to power."

"The original Deputy Head Jin, the direct disciple of the Jin family who died in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, and Jin Yicai's father, is the most promising candidate to succeed as the head of the Duanjin Sect."

"That's simply not possible now."

"The next position, whether it is head or elder, will be selected from the Song family."

"In the following years, even ten or even decades, the Golden Gate Society gradually shuffled away the Jin family's disciples, and the Song family gradually came to power."

"In the future, Duanjinmen will probably have the surname 'Song'..."

Xun Ziyou sighed.

The power of the Jin family in Duanjinmen is the result of hundreds of years of hard work by their ancestors and elders.

Now, because of a few disciples' misbehavior, they were all ruined in one day.

Seeing this, Xun Ziyou suddenly felt a sense of emotion as if a tall building was gradually rising but then suddenly collapsed.

From now on, it will be even more difficult for the Jin family to gain power.

As for the Song family, which they had suppressed for hundreds of years, now that they have turned over, they will naturally not make it easy for the Jin family.

Xun Ziyou's heart moved and he whispered to Mr. Xun:

"Ancestor, now that the situation in Jinmen has changed, can we..."

Mr. Xun understood what he meant and immediately shook his head and said:

"Forget it."

Xun Ziyou was puzzled.

Mr. Xun said calmly: "When the Jin family took the lead in breaking up the Jinmen, they were at odds with our Taixu Clan. Now that the Song family is in charge, they will also target our Taixu Clan."

"The Duanjinmen lineage is close to the four major sects."

"They want to act based on the opinions of the four major sects, and..."

Mr. Xun paused slightly.

Moreover, from the perspective of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley and the sect's restructuring, there may be a deeper "collusion" involved.

However, there is currently no evidence, and Mr. Xun did not say anything clearly.

He glanced at Xun Ziyou and said:

"Do you think that the Jin family fell into our hands regarding the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, and that the Song family's rise to power was also due to my Taixu Sect, so we are kind to them?"

Xun Ziyou nodded slowly.

Mr. Xun sighed, shook his head and said, "You think too simply..."

"No matter whether the Jin family is in power or the Song family is in power, Broken Golden Gate will still be Broken Golden Gate."

"It's easy to change a country, but it's hard to change one's nature."

"What's more, the border of Qianxue State is in turmoil behind closed doors. In order to maintain stability, the Song family is even less likely to change their ways and make friends with the Taixu sect, which they have never had any friendship with before."

"They will suppress the Jin family internally, and they will still make friends with the four major sects externally. In the name of 'breaking the Jinmen', they will bring all the former Jin family's connections into their own clan."

"This is the right thing to do."

Xunzi suddenly realized, and then looked at Mr. Xun with admiration.

Ancestor is worthy of being an ancestor.

"Then this time, the negotiation with Duanjinmen..." Xun Ziyou asked.

Mr. Xun's eyes were sharp and he said in a deep voice:

"No need to show mercy, just make a killing!"

"If you hold back, they may not remember your kindness. Instead, they will think that I am too weak and can be bullied."

"Cut me hard and make them hurt. Even though they hold grudges in their hearts, they will know that my Taixu Sect is not someone to be trifled with."

Xun Ziyou cupped his hands and said, "Yes, ancestor."

"And one more thing…"

Mr. Xun looked thoughtful, and then said: "After this negotiation, the property cut off from Jinmen will be left alone and recorded in..."

Mr. Xun paused and said slowly:

"Remember it under the name of 'Mo Hua'."

(End of chapter)

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