A few days later, the secret room in the forbidden area.
Mr. Tu, who had lost his elegant human skin and revealed his true colors, knelt in front of the ram-horned statue with a frightened expression, his skinny face turned pale.
His body was torn, his limbs were twisted, and he lay exhausted on the ground.
His spiritual consciousness also sank into the boundless wilderness of purgatory, undergoing various tortures such as tongue pulling, finger scissors, chest piercing, steaming, and so on.
In pain, on the verge of despair.
This is divine punishment.
It is the divine punishment imposed by the Lord of the Wilderness because of his failure in doing things.
The altar was occupied, the divine power was stolen, and the demon army suffered heavy losses.
The wrath of the God Lord is different from the past.
While Mr. Tu was enduring the pain of purgatory, the roar of the God Lord echoed in his mind, and his heart trembled.
After a long period of torture, the torture ended.
Mr. Tu's consciousness was redeemed from the wilderness of purgatory and no longer endured the pain of despair.
His blood is returning and his skin and flesh are gradually recovering.
But the pain of divine punishment was like a red iron, deeply imprinted on Mr. Tu's consciousness, and he could never forget it in this lifetime.
Mr. Tu struggled, knelt on the ground, his breath was like a gossamer, and he said piously:
"Thunder, rain, and dew are all great favors from the God Lord..."
"Thank God Lord for punishing..."
In the secret room, the oppressive violent evil thoughts calmed down slightly.
Mr. Tu took a deep breath and murmured in a trembling voice:
"The gods are as majestic as the sky, and human life is as humble as an ant..."
"Humans... cannot spy on gods, cannot covet the throne of gods, and cannot steal the power of gods..."
"It's impossible for... anyone..."
Mr. Tu said to himself in fear.
He couldn't think of anyone, or any way, who could use his mortal body to steal the throne of the gods and exercise the authority of the god-lord.
It is impossible for anyone and in any way!
Even the words "stealing the divine power" itself are extremely disrespectful to the Lord of God. Not to mention actually doing it, just thinking about it, it is disrespectful and "blasphemous"!
But the authority of the God Lord has indeed been stolen.
The majesty of the God Lord was indeed offended.
The servants of the God Lord also suffered heavy casualties.
Therefore, Mr. Tu made a bold guess.
He knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, but said with fear:
"'Humans' would never be able to do such a crazy thing!"
"All of this is not caused by 'people' secretly instigating or plotting against evil."
"It's a god. No, it's very possible, it's an 'evil god'!"
"This evil god is an enemy of the God Lord, secretly coveting the God Lord's position, desecrating the God Lord's altar, and occupying the God Lord's authority!"
"Only gods can fight against gods!"
"This "evil god" is the real mastermind behind the scenes!"
The evil thoughts in the room suddenly skyrocketed.
An angry and violent will filled the surroundings.
Mr. Tu fell to the ground, not daring to say a word or move at all, only his fingers trembled slightly.
After a while, the violence dissipated and the atmosphere calmed down.
The Lord God did not blame Mr. Tu.
It seems that He also approved Mr. Tu’s guess.
Since the mastermind behind this is an evil god, all this is the plan of another "evil god".
Mr. Tu is just a mortal, no matter how high his cultivation level is and how deep his faith is, he cannot be the opponent of the "Evil God".
It is even more impossible to predict the various evil methods of another "evil god".
While Mr. Tu was trembling, he suddenly felt a powerful evil thought pouring into his sea of ​​consciousness.
Although his consciousness is bloodier, more evil, and more chaotic, it is stronger.
And among them, there seems to be some more profound formation memories.
This is the formation inheritance that was stripped out of the minds of some formation masters!
Mr. Tu’s eyes trembled.
This is God’s blessing!
The Lord of God has fallen into a deep sleep and has not yet awakened, so he still has to do many things by himself.
Especially now that we are facing another "evil god" whose secrets are unpredictable.
Therefore, he sent down his mighty power and passed down his inheritance to ensure nothing goes wrong.
There is no room for error in the Lord God’s grand plan!
Mr. Tu burst into tears of gratitude, bowed his head and knelt down, then slowly raised his head and said with deep eyes:
"Taixumen is the supporter of the evil god."
"The Gu family, Gu Changhuai, are the minions of the evil god."
"This will definitely be a 'divine war' made of mortal flesh and blood!"
"The authority of the God Lord will begin from the Great Wilderness and come to Qianzhou!"
…
At this moment, the ink painting that Mr. Tu regarded as the "evil god" was lazily basking in the sun on the grass.
Yu'er finished her homework and rolled happily beside him.
The monsters of the wilderness were eaten up by Mo Hua.
The stress in Yu'er's nightmares has also been reduced a lot, she sleeps well every night, and her personality is becoming more and more cheerful.
Mo Hua played with Yu'er while reading the Taixu Ling.
He wanted to find some second-grade seventeen-pattern formations in the Taixu Order to learn.
It is best to use the Five Elements and Bagua system formations that he is most familiar with. This way, it is easier to get started, and it is also convenient for him to learn other second-grade high-level formations step by step.
Mo Hua lay on the soft grass and picked for a while, then he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.
"Too expensive..."
Generally, a second-grade seventeen-pattern formation requires four to five hundred points of merit.
Mo Hua's current merit points are 2,000 points, which is already a lot for a disciple in the early stages of foundation building who has just started.
He actually saved more.
Drawing formations, offering rewards, and occasionally doing errands for Daotingsi, and getting some meritorious deeds from Uncle Gu.
He has many more ways to earn merit than ordinary disciples.
It's just that learning formations consumes a lot of money, so he spends a lot of money.
These two thousand points of merit may seem like a lot, but in total they can be exchanged for four or five seventeen-pattern formations, which is more or less.
And it can be replaced, but after the replacement, the merits will not be much.
Mo Hua was born in poverty, and without more than a thousand meritorious deeds in Taixuling, he always felt uneasy.
"Contribution..."
Mo Hua suddenly remembered that he had made another great contribution to Dao Tingsi.
It was the merit that Uncle Gu had promised to gain for himself when he helped capture the Fire Buddha.
This meritorious service is still going through a tedious process in the Daoting Department.
It's really too slow...
Mo Hua sighed.
In the past, his meritorious service was enough, so he was not in a hurry for now, but now that he can learn the seventeen-line formation, the meritorious service consumes even more.
Now that we are somewhat stretched, we urgently need this contribution to meet our urgent needs.
Mo Hua plans to urge it.
During the day, Uncle Gu was busy with Daotingsi affairs, so he was quite busy and couldn't be bothered.
After class in the evening, Mo Hua wrote to him:
"Uncle Gu, where is my meritorious service? Hasn't it arrived yet?"
Gu Changhuai waited for a stick of incense. He didn't know what he was busy with. It seemed that he finally got some free time, and then he replied:
"What feat?"
Mo Hua's face darkened, "The merits of the Fire Buddha!"
"oh."
Only then did Gu Changhuai remember.
"It should be soon. I'll go check it out tomorrow. I think it will be approved in two days and transferred to Taixu Gate."
Mo Hua was overjoyed and immediately changed his face and said, "Thank you, Uncle Gu."
"Um."
Gu Changhuai said calmly.
"By the way," Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked, "How about Mr. Jin?"
Gu Changhuai was silent for a while.
Mo Hua said: "Just tell me a little bit..."
There are some things that Daotingsi must keep secret and cannot be disclosed to the outside world. Mo Hua also knows this in his heart.
Gu Changhuai sighed, "It doesn't hurt to tell you a little..."
Being able to catch Mr. Jin and his gang, Mo Hua is also a credit.
Gu Changhuai said: "Xie Liu is temporarily imprisoned in Dao Prison for attacking Dao Tingsi Diansi. Other crimes cannot be implemented yet..."
"Several other Jinmen Duanmen disciples are currently being imprisoned. Jinmen Duanmen wants to get people, and they are still operating in secret. The result is unknown."
"As for Mr. Jin, Daotingsi has issued an approval document and has been released..."
"Let him go?!" Mo Hua was startled.
Gu Changhuai sighed: "That Mr. Jin, named Jin Yicai, is a direct descendant of Duanjinmen. It is true as he said, his ancestor was once the head of Duanjinmen, and now his grandfather is the chief elder of Duanjinmen, and his father is the head of Duanjinmen."
Deputy head, his mother is the true elder of Duanjinmen..."
"His father's lineage has been in the upper echelons of Duanjinmen for generations; his mother's lineage is related to the Seven Pavilions of the Central Daoting and is also quite prominent in Daozhou."
"Jin Yicai is the child of a marriage between two major families..."
Gu Changhuai sarcastically said: "But the marriage between two major families gave birth to this beast, Jin Yicai. He has been arrogant and arrogant since he was a child, and now he is even more lawless..."
Mo Hua frowned, "Then...Jin Yicai, he has violated the Taoist laws, right? Selling monks and refining human elixirs, to this extent, the Tao Tingsi doesn't care?"
"That's the problem..."
Gu Changhuai sighed, "He has thrown away the blame. He doesn't know about selling monks, and privately refining human elixirs has nothing to do with him."
"His father used his connections in Jinmen to intercede with Daotingsi."
"His mother used her maternal connections to secretly exert pressure on the border of Qianxue Prefecture through Central Dao Prefecture."
"She even went to Daotingsi in person and said that Jin Yicai was 'young and ignorant. He is still a child. What can he know? If he does something bad, someone will either frame him or instigate him secretly...'
He also said, 'I have watched this child grow up with good conduct, hard work in cultivation, filial piety and respect for his elders. His grandfather, and even some ancestors in Daozhou, also love him very much...'"
Gu Changhuai's expression was sarcastic, which eventually turned into helplessness.
"Duanjinmen is one of the twelve schools of Qianxue. To a certain extent, it also symbolizes the appearance of Qianxue's state boundaries and cannot expose such a big scandal."
"The Daoting Division is constrained by all parties and has many concerns. It will be difficult to handle this case."
The expressions in the ink paintings are complicated.
This Jin Yicai, whether it is true or false, may be a "child" with "good conduct, filial piety and respect for his elders" in front of his parents and elders.
But in the eyes of other monks, he is a complete beast.
Such a big thing can be suppressed.
Anyone who enters Daotingsi can be fished out.
Mo Hua couldn't tell for a while whether it was the "evil god" or the "human heart" that was evil.
"Be careful. Jin Yicai will retaliate. He has also met you. If he is humiliated this time, he may not seek revenge from you."
After Gu Changhuai finished speaking, he felt apologetic.
If Jin Yicai could be managed in Daotingsi, Mo Hua would not have to face these risks.
It's a pity that he is just a clerk, not a boss.
If he were in charge and had enough authority, he would kill the little beast Jin Yicai first and then report it later!
"Hmm, Uncle Gu, don't worry." Mo Hua said.
He is not afraid of Jin Yicai.
Once I learn the Seventeen Pattern Formation, I won't be afraid of him anymore.
Just be careful of the bad guys who break Golden Gate.
But this is easy to handle.
From now on, I will either stay in the sect or only go to the border of the second-class state. Be careful when you are in the border of the second-class state. Even if you break the Golden Gate, there is nothing you can do about it.
On the other hand, Uncle Gu will probably be hated by Jin Yicai, even the Jin family and most of Jinmen, and maybe even the minions of other evil gods.
"Uncle Gu, you should also be careful." Mo Hua warned.
"Yeah." Gu Changhuai said calmly.
Mo Hua didn't know whether he knew the seriousness of the matter.
But no matter what, Uncle Gu is still a golden elixir and a Dao Ting Si Dian Si, so it is not his turn to care about him, a small foundation-building disciple.
After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua concentrated on learning the formation.
From the Taixu Order, he specially selected a second-grade, seventeen-pattern "Kingjin Formation" to learn.
This is a formation that suppresses the energy of the five elements.
As the name suggests, the gold-defying formation inhibits the flow of metal spiritual power and weakens the power of metal spells or sword techniques.
"Let's make it simple first. Learn this gold-defying formation for later use..."
"If Duanjinmen dares to mess with me in the future, then I will learn more, and even develop a whole set of formations to restrain the metal swordsmanship!"
Mo Hua said silently in his heart.
After a while, the spiritual consciousness of ink painting sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and I practiced this "Golden Combination Formation" over and over again on the Taoist monument.
This is also the first and second-level high-level formation that Mo Hua has learned.
The Kejin Formation is more difficult and I didn't learn the ink painting in one night.
After class the next day, he was just about to continue practicing when a disciple suddenly came to him and said, "Mo Hua, I just passed by the Gongxun Pavilion, and the meritorious elder asked you to find him."
"Meritorious Elder?"
Mo Hua was startled for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.
Could it be that the merits of the Fire Buddha have been paid off!
"Thank you!" Mo Hua thanked the disciple and immediately ran to the Merit Pavilion happily.
The elders of the Merit Pavilion were specially waiting for Mo Hua.
Seeing Mo Hua enter the door, the meritorious elder looked at him suspiciously, "What formation did you draw for Dao Tingsi?"
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and then understood.
Uncle Gu was still very thorough in his work. In order to avoid causing trouble for himself, he still used the "excuse" he used to draw the formation.
"Many, many formations." Mo Hua said.
The meritorious elder snorted, "Nonsense, no matter how many formations you use, you can't earn so much merit."
"How many?"
Mo Hua looked excited.
The meritorious elder glanced at Mo Hua and sighed, "Eight thousand."
Eight thousand?!
Mo Hua's eyes widened.
There are so many!
Fire Buddha is really valuable!
Mo Hua's fair little face was smiling.
The meritorious elder explained: "This bounty is not released normally. It is specially allocated by Daotingsi, so it must be confirmed by the sect before being transferred to you."
"Uh-huh!"
Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.
However, he doesn't care about these specific procedures, as long as the merit can be given to him.
The meritorious elder hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything more. Instead, he followed the rules and asked Mo Hua to sign the painting and then transfer the merits to his Taixu Order.
Mo Hua signed, made a pledge, received the meritorious service, said goodbye to the meritorious elders, and left with a happy face and cheerful steps.
The meritorious elder looked at Mo Hua's back, but he was a little silent.
Eight thousand meritorious deeds...
Even for some inner disciples, it is a "huge sum of money", let alone disciples like Mo Hua who have just started teaching less than two years ago.
The merits of the sect are not that easy to earn.
Logically speaking, this meritorious deed, no matter what its origin, has passed through Daoting Siming Road, at least it is "clean" on the surface.
There was no need for him to get to the bottom of things and pry into his disciples' privacy.
But the meritorious elder still had doubts in his heart.
What did the kid Mo Hua do to earn these eight thousand meritorious deeds?
As a disciple in the early stage of foundation building, what exactly did he do and what kind of rewards did he complete to earn 8,000 meritorious deeds at once?!
This is so unreasonable.
He has been a meritorious elder for hundreds of years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.
The meritorious elder flipped through the documents on Daotingsi's side.
The words in it are unclear, but it simply says that Mo Hua, a disciple of the Taixu Sect, is proficient in formations and has made meritorious service in assisting the Daoting Division in handling the case. He is hereby rewarded with eight thousand meritorious services as an encouragement.
It can't be that simple...
The meritorious elder frowned in thought.
He thought carefully about everything about ink painting, and suddenly an idea flashed through him, and he suddenly realized it.
Ink painting, Daotingsi, formation...
Mr. Xun!
The meritorious elder figured it out.
It must be Mr. Xun. He went through the back door and used his connections to allocate these 8,000 meritorious deeds from the Daoting Division to Mo Hua so that the child could use them to learn formations!
Mr. Xun is an ancestor-level figure, although on the surface, he is just a meticulous "old teacher".
But he has a long life, a respected status, and a very wide network of contacts in the entire Qianxue State.
Only old Mr.
However, no matter how highly virtuous and respected you are, you cannot do such a thing!
The meritorious elder was a little angry.
Eight thousand meritorious deeds are not a small number.
No matter how much you love Mo Hua's child, you can't "pamper" him like this or undermine him.
He is just a disciple of Taixu Sect, not your great-grandson!
Not even great-grandchildren!
The sect has its own rules, and in other places, it is okay to make exceptions occasionally, but how can something like meritorious service, which is related to the entire sect's system, be trivial?
The meritorious elder ran to find Mr. Xun angrily.
When I arrived at the elder's residence, I knocked on Mr. Xun's door directly. After the Taoist boy introduced him, he sat aside and drank boring tea.
Half an hour later, Mr. Xun, who had finished his calculations, walked out of the inner room. He was frowning and thinking hard. When he looked up, he saw the distinguished elder with an unhappy face.
Mr. Xun couldn't help but look startled, "Why are you here?"
The meritorious elder said helplessly:
"Uncle Master, when you love your disciples, you should have certain limits. Some rules can be made exceptions, and some rules cannot be exceeded..."
"If you don't follow the rules, you won't be able to make a circle."
"By doing this, you are not loving your disciple, but you are harming him..."
Old Mr.
The meritorious elder sighed, "You are still pretending to be confused with me."
He put a letter stamped with the spiritual seal of Daotingsi on the table, "Didn't you ask the old bosses of Daotingsi to have special approval for this meritorious service?"
Mr. Xun slowly picked up the letter, glanced at it, and was a little stunned.
Ink painting?
Eight thousand meritorious deeds?
Special approval from Daotingsi?
Mr. Xun blinked and looked again before confirming that he had read it correctly. His mood fluctuated for a while.
Dao Tingsi...why would he give eight thousand meritorious deeds to that kid Mo Hua?
What exactly did he do in ink painting?
Or in other words, what on earth is Daotingsi doing?
When the meritorious elder saw Mr. Xun looking surprised and silent, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately realized that he might have been a little reckless.
The meritorious elder couldn't sit still, stood up slowly, and asked tentatively:
"Master-uncle...this meritorious service is not due to you..."
Mr. Xun gave him a faint look.
The meritorious elder immediately apologized and said with a smile: "It's my disciple who was reckless. I shouldn't doubt your high moral integrity and selflessness..."
Mr. Xun said: "Next time if you don't use your brain when doing things, go to the back mountain and sweep the floor of your uncle's sword tomb. The elder of the Merit Pavilion, let your junior sister do it instead."
The meritorious elder was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and said immediately:
"Uncle Master, have mercy on me, I... the Gongxun Pavilion is very busy, I won't disturb your Qing Dynasty..."
After saying that, he stood up immediately, saluted hurriedly, rubbed oil on his feet and slipped away.
Mr. Xun shook his head, then stared at the letter in his hand, muttering in his heart.
This child in Mo Hua seems to be a little different from what he remembers...
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Chapter completed!