Asking About Longevity Chapter 798

Chapter 798 Eyes

Dry mountain, deep and quiet.

The sun shines through the deep forest, cuts into fragments, and spreads on the ground, bright and cool.

On the mountain steps, there are piles of fallen leaves, which are soft when you step on them.

The inaccessible mountains reveal a different kind of tranquility.

Mo Hua stepped on the fallen leaves on the mountain steps and came to the ruined temple again.

The ruined temple is still as dilapidated as ever.

The roof still leaked, the walls still leaked, and there was nothing on the altar, not even the sour buns. There was only old rainwater, sinking to the bottom of the bowl, making it dirty.

The clay statue of Huangshan Jun has a grimace on his face.

　　When people are poor, life is difficult.

The mountain **** is poor, and life is equally difficult.

The moment the ink painting entered the door, the smoke-like Huangshan Jun slowly floated out from the clay sculpture. He bowed to the ink painting with a smile on his face:

“Little friendly…”

Mo Hua also looked happy and waved to him:

“Tiger, long time no see, do you miss me?”

I miss you big-headed ghost.

Don't want to at all…

Without you coming, I will rarely have peace and quiet.

Huangshan Jun thought to himself, but the smile on his face became even bigger, and he said cheerfully:

“It's natural, I haven't seen my little friend for a long time, I miss you so much, I miss you so much…”

Mo Hua nodded, very satisfied.

Huang Shanjun sighed silently in his heart.

No wonder it has been feeling a little restless since the past few days. It turns out that this "little plague god" is coming again.

But there is no way, the temple is here, and it cannot escape, so it can only accept its fate.

Mo Hua glanced across the ruined temple and felt a little sympathetic to Huangshan Jun's hard life, so he placed the chicken, duck, fish and other offerings he had prepared on the offering table.

Even though Huangshan Jun doesn't like the ink paintings, he can't refuse these chicken and duck offerings.

There were only a few people in the dry mountain, and no one came to offer sacrifices. He was so hungry that only a shadow remained.

Even if it knows that the ink painting "comes with bad intentions", it can't do anything about it.

Mo Hua laid out the offerings and asked, "By the way, does the mountain **** want to eat incense?"

“Yes…” Huangshan Jun said happily.

"That's just right," Mo Hua said, "I also brought you a stick of incense. Just wait and I will light it for you."

Huang Shanjun's incense burner is in a state of disrepair. It was originally copper-colored and covered with a layer of black mud.

Mo Hua washed the incense burner, then placed some grains on the bottom, sprinkled a layer of incense ash, then lit an incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner.

But at the moment Mo Hua inserted the incense into the incense burner with his own hands.

Huang Shanjun felt his chest was hit hard by a big hammer, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

It immediately exclaimed:

"Don't!"

Mo Hua stopped offering incense, turned his head, and looked at Huangshan Jun strangely, "Don't you want incense?"

Huang Shanjun's heart was still trembling with fear, and there was still panic in his eyes.

At that moment, he was so frightened that he nearly fainted.

It was as if this wisp of incense was as heavy as a mountain, weighing it down and unable to breathe. It couldn't bear it at all.

What's the meaning…

This little friend's incense...can't he afford it? !

Huang Shanjun took a deep look at Mo Hua, then twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a forced smile:

“My little friend's kindness is appreciated by the little god, but let's forget about the incense first. I've been hungry for too long, so just eat some of the offerings. You can't eat the incense, otherwise it will burst...”

“It's broken?” Mo Hua was puzzled and muttered, “Can gods be broken?”

Just don't eat it.

Perhaps he is used to being poor and suddenly has a full meal, so he cannot eat too well.

Mo Hua nodded.

“Then you eat the offerings.”

Huangshan Jun bowed and said, "Thank you very much, little friend."

So in the ruined temple, on top of the clay sculpture, Huangshan Jun slowly floated out, landed on the offering table, and began to enjoy the offerings placed on the ink painting.

While he was eating, he couldn't just look at the ink paintings.

He also took out the "snacks" prepared for himself from the storage bag, jumped on the altar table, sat side by side with Huangshan Jun, and ate together.

While Huangshan Jun was eating the offerings, he secretly looked at the ink paintings.

It was only then that he discovered that the ink painting was different from before.

The aura was reserved and the spiritual thoughts were clear, making him feel close to him, but there was also a faint sense of "majesty" that made him feel fearful.

Huang Shanjun was secretly frightened.

If he remembered correctly, it's only been a year...

After a year of not seeing each other, this little boy seems to have undergone a completely different transformation.

What's even more outrageous is that Mo Hua's consciousness is obviously stronger.

Just how strong it is... Huangshan Jun was a little unsure for a moment.

Most of human spiritual consciousness is sealed in the sea of consciousness, and only a small part is released outside.

The monk of building a foundation cannot be aware of the gods. If he wants to peek at the original phase of his consciousness, he either attracts him into a dream or invades his knowledge of the sea.

Huang Shanjun quietly glanced at the ink painting.

“Led him into a dream, or invaded his sea of consciousness?”

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately killed it.

Once a person seeks death, he will definitely die.

The same goes for God.

“Being a human being requires duty, and being a **** is the same thing. I am no longer what I used to be, and I must be more 'secure and keep myself'…”

Huangshan Jun thought silently in his heart.

Then it became calm and began to eat the offerings.

Mo Hua eats quickly and voraciously, while Huangshanjun is a mountain **** and wants to show off, so he eats slowly and methodically.

After finishing the ink painting, I had nothing to do, so I started to ask Mr. Huangshan:

“Tiger, can I ask you something about turning your mind into a sword?”

Huangshan Jun was eating the chicken legs gracefully and was a little surprised when he heard this, "Didn't you ask before?"

Mo Hua nodded, "I have asked, but I have thought of some other questions recently."

Before, he had no ability to transform his spiritual thoughts into swords, and was a pure amateur.

But it's different now. He knows a little bit about the Sword Transformation Technique, and he has barely crossed the threshold with one foot. He has a basic understanding, and the things he asks are naturally different.

Mr. Huangshan doesn't want to answer.

Especially about the matter of "spiritual thoughts turning into swords", this is a lifelong pain.

But the cannibal has a short mouth, and it is difficult for it to refuse.

What's more, the sense of majesty on Mo Hua's body became more and more serious, and it was a little afraid not to answer.

“My little friend, please ask, the little **** knows everything.”

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded and asked Mr. Huangshan some questions that he had thought about earlier:

“Tiger, if your mind turns into a sword, do you have to use a sword?”

“This is natural, otherwise how can we call it a 'sword' transformed from spiritual thoughts?”

“What I mean is, after turning the spiritual thought into 'sword intent', does it have to be attached to the sword energy or the spiritual sword before it can be used? Can it be used directly?”

“This…” Huangshan Jun hesitated, a little confused:

“I have never learned it, and I don't know it so clearly, but the sword cultivator who fought with me did use his sword to carry the sword's intention.”

“Furthermore, even if it is possible to use sword energy without relying on sword energy or spiritual swords, one must practice the method of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords to an extremely high level..."

"If you are just starting out, you have just learned everything, and you are not yet proficient in sword techniques, and you consider not relying on sword skills and directly stimulating your spiritual sword intention, wouldn't it be like learning to run before you have learned to crawl?"

Mo Hua suddenly realized, "This is true..."

Sword energy and spiritual sword are like crutches.

With a crutch, it is easier to control the sword's will and activate the method of spiritual thought to turn into a sword.

Once you have practiced deeply and become proficient in swordsmanship, you can consider losing your crutch and rely solely on your spiritual thoughts and sword intent to kill.

And even so, when you really encounter a strong enemy, you can't just rely on the sword's will.

It is still necessary to integrate the spiritual sword, sword energy and sword intention into one, in order to exert the maximum power of Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword Art.

“To turn Taixu's spiritual thoughts into swords, we must use 'sword' as the medium…”

Mo Hua muttered in a low voice, and then asked:

"If the sword is not used as a medium, what does it look like when spiritual thoughts turn into swords? Is it like this..."

Hands of ink drawings were drawn together, and he gestured handsomely in the air.

“...With a finger, with a 'whoosh', the sword turned into a sword and flew over, just like a sword?"

Huang Shanjun touched his chin, "It shouldn't be...but I can't remember clearly."

“Think about it carefully,” Mo Hua said. “Remember what it was like when you were slashed by the sword that was transformed into a spiritual thought.”

ˆHuangshanjun: “…”

This kid always likes to rub salt into other people's wounds.

So it endured the heartache and tried its best to think back, and dug out the almost dusty memory of the deadly battle that it didn't want to look back on.

A little bit of the past comes to mind. Huang Shanjun's aura changed, he no longer seemed to be a downcast little mountain god, and there was a bit of unpredictable power between his eyebrows.

Huangshan Jun said slowly:

"In that battle, I was contaminated by evil thoughts and lost my mind. I fought to the death with that swordsman, almost relying on instinct."

“And that sword cultivator's skills back then really relied on an ancient sword that cultivated life and soul.”

“His sword intention is mighty and powerful, as if it is empty, blended into the ancient sword, and is extremely sharp. With the mortal body of flesh and blood and the swordsmanship of monks, it can kill or injure this **** like me.”

"I'm not familiar with this sword art, but judging from the experience of fighting with it, the true sword art of Divine Mind Transformation itself is still considered a special type of sword art. It's just that the sword transformed by Divine Mind is attached to the sword. Meaning', when used, it still has to be related to the 'sword'."

“Even from the outside, it looks like ordinary swordsmen are using swordsmanship.”

“Only gods or monks who are proficient in spiritual thoughts can see the power of this…”

Mo Hua sighed, a little disappointed, "After all, swordsmanship is still indispensable..."

This is considered one of his weaknesses.

Although his sword control is very powerful, Mo Hua also knows in his heart that his "sword control" is just superficial. In essence, it is not a sword skill, but a method of "controlling objects with spiritual thoughts". It just looks like a sword control. Just a sword.

“Not really…”

Huang Shanjun frowned.

Mo Hua was startled, "What do you mean?"

Huang Shanjun tried his best to think about it again, his eyes were solemn, and then he said in surprise:

“I remembered that when I fought with that sword cultivator, I was very ferocious, and I once slapped his ancient sword away.”

"The sword cultivator lost his ancient sword. Without the sword to rely on, he was immediately at a disadvantage. I wanted to take the opportunity to kill them all and rush towards them. At this moment, the sword cultivator's eyes lit up..."

Mo Hua was startled, "Eye?"

"Yes," Mr. Huangshan nodded, "...his eyes lit up, as if there was a condensed sword light in his eyes, which was extremely sharp. I only glanced at it, and then I felt my eyes stinging, and my whole body felt the pain of being struck by thousands of swords. …”

"And taking advantage of this gap, the sword cultivator used his spiritual consciousness to control the sword, recalled the ancient sword in his hand, reorganized his posture, and started fighting with me again."

“But the move of condensing sword light in his eyes was only used once at this critical moment. After that, I fought with him to the death, and even when we were exhausted, he never used it again.”

"That is to say..." Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "If the divine mind turns into a sword, even if you don't use a sword, can you still use your 'eyes' to display the killing sword intention?"

Huang Shanjun shook his head, "I don't know, I just saw that person use this trick, but it was only once."

“I don't even know if this is the trick of turning divine thoughts into swords…”

But no matter what Huang Shanjun said, Mo Hua had already considered this idea on his own.

eyes, sword light, killing...

But he didn't understand, so he asked Huangshan Jun:

“Why eyes? Not mouth, nose, or ears? Because eyes are the windows of consciousness?”

Huang Shanjun nodded and said: "Yes, the monk's spiritual consciousness is stored in the sea of consciousness and can be sensed outside the body through external release. And for a monk, the place where the spiritual consciousness is strongest is the eyes."

“Human eyes are the doors and windows of divine thoughts.”

“On the other hand, the flaw in the monk's spiritual consciousness actually lies in his eyes.”

“Some evil spirits like to seduce people's souls. They may enchant the ears with devilish sounds or tempt the nose with demonic fragrances. However, the most unpredictable method is the appearance in the eyes.”

“There are some ghosts, and as long as you look at them, your soul will be taken away.”

Mo Hua suddenly realized, "So that's it..."

He silently noted it down and decided to go back and try to see if he could practice the sword light in his own eyes.

If the sword can shine, even the "sword" will be omitted.

Mo Hua also wanted to ask about other things about spiritual thoughts turning into swords.

No matter how hard he "forces" Huangshan Jun to think back on that unbearable past, he can't get any more clues.

Huangshan Jun is pitiful.

Ink painting couldn't force it anymore, so he asked another question:

“Tiger, what is the path that the gods take?”

The gods are born according to the Tao. Although they live long lives, they cannot live forever.

Since we cannot live forever, we must attain Taoism and seek immortality in order to truly live as long as heaven and earth.

In this case, the gods also need to cultivate the "Tao"?

“What kind of 'Tao' is the Tao cultivated by gods?”

“Is it the way to advance spiritual thoughts and constantly change?”

Huangshan Jundao: "I don't know what the monk said, but according to the inheritance of the gods, the so-called qualitative change of spiritual thoughts refers to the process of spiritual thoughts advancing and constantly 'integrating' with the Tao, which means...'Tao transformation" '.

Taohua? !

Mo Hua's expression was shocked.

He suddenly remembered that he had devoured the divine marrow before and integrated divinity and humanity into one. It seemed that he had received some "revelation" from the underworld, and this word appeared in his mind almost instinctively:

“Shen Nian Taoism!”

These four words seem to be engraved in the "spiritual essence", and they appear naturally with the understanding of the great road.

As if it were a kind of…

The inheritance of the gods?

And more than that…

Mo Hua vaguely remembered that a long time ago, in a barren mountain, he trapped and killed a trafficker leader in black.

This leader is parasitized by a ram-horned demon related to the Great Desolation Evil God.

This demon should be a divine corpse. It seemed to have said something like this to itself:

“…You have the foundation of spiritual enlightenment, but why is the spiritual essence so weak?”

“Why are there no signs of 'food sacrifice'?”

“Why is humanity so full but divinity so little?”

“This is impossible…”

When he first heard these words, he knew very little about the ways of the gods, and he had no idea about these terms, so he didn't take them to heart for the moment.

But now that I have connected everything, Mo Hua understands a little bit...

The so-called way of gods is the process of "Taoizing" the gods' own spiritual thoughts?

Then you, unknowingly, transformed your own consciousness?

Mo Hua frowned and murmured:

“…the spiritual consciousness is transformed into Taoism?”

After Huangshan Jun heard this, he shook his head and corrected: "It's not the Taoization of 'spiritual consciousness', but the Taoization of 'spiritual thoughts'."

Mo Hua was startled, a little confused, "Is there any difference?"

Huangshan Jun said: "The monk's spiritual consciousness is called 'spiritual consciousness'. In addition, all the thoughts in the world are called 'spiritual thoughts', and among all kinds of divine thoughts, the gods are especially respected."

“Only the gods' spiritual thoughts can be 'Taoized', so it is called 'spiritual transformation', but the monks' spiritual consciousness cannot.”

Mo Hua asked quietly: "Are there no exceptions?"

Huang Shanjun shook his head firmly, "Humans are human beings, and gods are gods. If there are exceptions, wouldn't it mean that humans and gods are indistinguishable? This is not in line with the laws of Dao..."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the ink painting and was suddenly startled.

All kinds of strange signs in the ink paintings came to mind little by little...

Huang Shanjun's heart suddenly jumped, "You can't be..."

Mo Hua looked innocent, "What about me?"

Huangshan Jun was stunned for a moment.

What is he?

He is a mortal, but his spiritual thoughts have become Taoist?

　　No...this should not be possible. It has never heard of such an appalling thing in its long life.

At its root, how can a mortal monk transform his spiritual thoughts and complete his "Tao transformation"?

This requires not only a massive amount of divine consciousness, a qualitative change in divine thoughts, an understanding of the "Tao", but also the extremely rare "Marrow of the Gods"...

Even for gods, it is difficult to further "Taoize" them.

Let alone a little monk.

Huang Shanjun was relieved and sighed: "It's nothing."

It's because I think too much…

Mo Hua blinked and did not dare to ask any more questions. He was afraid that if he asked again, he would be exposed.

Even though Huangshanjun is in such a state of desolation, he has lived a long life and has a lot of experience. If you tell him more, he might be able to guess it.

Ink Hua doesn't know the pros and cons of "transformation of spiritual consciousness into Taoism".

What if it is something so terrible that it cannot be leaked or let anyone, not even any god, know about it?

Once it is leaked out, it will cause huge fatal disasters.

And Mr. Huangshan guessed it again...

Then you have no choice but to silence yourself!

Mo Hua sighed.

He has few gods as friends.

If it was not a last resort, he really didn't want to lose this "good friend".

Huang Shanjun suddenly felt a cold wind blowing through him, making his neck feel chilly.

It couldn't help but look at the ink painting and said with some anxiety:

“Little friend, are you...?”

"It's nothing." Mo Hua reassured with a smile, then raised his head to look at the sky, and said: "It's getting late, I have to go, there are still things to do next..."

Huangshan Jun felt relieved.

It seemed as if the **** guillotine that had just been hung on his head was removed.

“Little friend, walk slowly!” Huangshan Jun said with a smile.

Mo Hua nodded and walked out. But when he stepped out of the door with one foot, he suddenly turned back and looked at Huangshan Jun.

Huang Shanjun's heart tightened and he said with a smile, "My little friend, is there anything else you can do?"

Mo Hua looked around and asked: "Tiger, your temple is too dilapidated. Do you want me to find someone to repair it?"

Huang Shanjun looked slightly stern and said quickly: "My little friend's kindness is appreciated by the tiger. However, although this temple is dilapidated and has leaks of wind and rain, I am used to living in it."

“As the saying goes, big temples are for big gods, and small temples are for small gods. This ruined temple is just for me, a poor little mountain god.”

"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded, his eyes suddenly focused on Huangshan Jun, and he said slowly:

“Tiger, are you hiding from something?”

As soon as these words came out, Huangshan Jun's expression changed instantly.

(End of this chapter)

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