What exactly does the ‘ancient formation’ mentioned by the second elder look like?
The eyes in the ink painting reveal thoughts.
The ancient strange pattern formation was obtained from the endless wild abyss, improved by the Great Witch Zhu, banned by the wilderness royal family, and carved into the statue of the evil god with a human face, goat horns and white bones...
The second elder didn't know what this formation was, and had never even seen it with his own eyes. Why did he think that this formation was suitable for his own magic weapon?
Mo Hua recalled some of the subtle expressions of the second elder in the Dragon Palace and pondered them carefully in his heart.
At first, the second elder didn't seem to intend to talk about it.
In fact, this "ancient formation" is just an ancient secret buried deep in his heart.
He should keep it in his heart and never reveal it until his death.
But what happened in the Dragon Palace seemed to make him change his mind. He had a battle between heaven and man in his heart, and then he told himself the secret.
On the surface, this is a helpless move by the two elders who are about to die.
But this second elder, using the dragon bones to survive, has lived too long.
Once a person lives for a long time, the city will be deep, especially for such a calculating old demon cultivator.
His last gratitude and blessing to himself may be true, but there may not be his own calculations in it.
"Is there really such a formation?"
"Did the Second Elder throw a bait to catch himself?"
Mo Hua frowned.
The problem is that he simply cannot refuse this ancient formation, even if it is "fish bait".
Moreover, the second elder said that this wild ancient formation was suitable for his own natal formation. This should not be groundless, there must be his basis.
"Then what kind of formation is this ancient wilderness formation? Is it also a type of dragon formation from the wilderness? Or is it something else?"
It's a pity that the second elder has lost his mind and there are many details that I can't ask him anymore.
There is no way of knowing what this formation is.
Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.
The matter of his natal magic weapon was really full of twists and turns. After working on it for a long time, there was still only a vague shadow.
Mo Hua shook his head.
However, cultivating the Tao is inherently difficult, and the precious inheritance is extremely scarce.
It is impossible to want good things without putting in some effort.
In the past, my master helped me, and at Taixu Sect, I had Mr. Xun and a group of elders to take care of me, but it was impossible for everyone to help me forever.
You must learn to overcome difficulties on your own and seek your own foundation.
Only in this way can we truly rely on our own abilities to gain a foothold in the land of Kyushu.
Only in the future will you be able to travel around the world alone, visit dangerous places, search for lost Taoist treasures, collect ancient formation diagrams, and make yourself stronger step by step.
Mo Hua Dao's heart became a little firmer and his eyes became brighter.
He had already made up his mind about the Wilderness Ancient Formation and would not worry about it any more.
After that, he picked up the dragon vein again.
Now that the Dragon Palace is silent and the Dragon King is dead, it seems that part of the inheritance has been cut off, and the dragon veins have become much quieter.
The aura in the dragon's veins is no longer so violent.
Mo Hua tried to use his spiritual thoughts to communicate with the dragon's veins.
But it failed.
Dragon Vein didn't react at all.
Mo Hua frowned.
"Shouldn't..."
In his imagination, if he swallowed the dragon soul, it would be natural for it to resonate with the dragon's veins.
How come there is no feeling at all?
Mo Hua sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness again, and felt the state of his own spiritual thoughts.
After looking inside for a moment, Mo Hua discovered that although he had swallowed the dragon soul, his spiritual thoughts had no essential changes, only a trace of dragon energy.
When shouting, there will be some dragon roar in the clear voice.
This is seriously inconsistent with the expectations of ink painting.
He also thought that if he ate the dragon soul, even if he couldn't transform into a dragon, he could at least transform into some dragon scales and claws.
His spiritual thoughts will also become harder and harder.
But now, the situation is not as good as he thought.
This dragon soul was not as "big a supplement" as he thought.
"Why?"
"Because the Dragon King of the Wilderness has lived for too long and has become rotten, so the dragon energy is old and there is no more 'nutrition' after eating it?"
"Or... the dragon soul's origin is too tough. Although I ate it, it was never truly 'digested'?"
Mo Hua frowned, thinking both possibilities were possible.
But before, no one should be able to "eat" the dragon soul, so no one should know whether the dragon soul is easy to digest.
"Anyway, I've eaten it all. I'll slowly refine it later and see what it will look like, but..."
Mo Hua murmured in his heart.
"The divine consciousness realizes the Tao, the divine mind transforms into the Tao, and then merges with the dragon power, then this is...the divine mind transforms into a dragon?"
"If I transform into a dragon, will my divine thought transforming into a sword become a 'dragon transforming into a sword'? With one strike of my sword, will a dragon appear?"
Is this... learning something wrong again?
Unconsciously, he complicated the problem again.
Mo Hua sighed.
"That's all. If you have too many lice, you won't be itchy. If you have too many debts, you won't have to worry about them. It's already messy enough, and this one-stop service is not enough."
Digest it slowly and talk about it later.
Mo Hua withdrew his consciousness from the sea of ​​consciousness, opened his eyes, stared at the dragon veins, and realized another problem:
"How to deal with this dragon vein?"
At present, it seems that this 'dragon vein' is temporarily useless.
Storage bags cannot be placed.
Research cannot be done.
My plan to "raise" a dragon has just begun. I don't know how long it will take to gather the essence of all monsters and raise a truly complete dragon pattern.
It’s not time yet to put the finishing touch.
This dragon vein seems to be "useless" if you keep it in your hands.
Not only tasteless, but also very "hot".
This is the secret treasure of the Great Wilderness Royal Family, and is the entrance to the Great Wilderness Daozang inheritance. Once people know about it, it will definitely cause a bloody storm, and I don’t know how much trouble it will bring to me.
Moreover, hiding the dragon veins secretly...
"Daoting won't sentence me to 'treason', right?"
"Dahuang is a karma dragon, and the karma dragon's veins are not real dragons, so it shouldn't be..."
Mo Hua felt a little guilty in his heart.
He is innocent and has never thought about rebellion.
Mo Hua thought for a while, then wrapped the dragon's veins in black cloth and put it away properly.
Early the next morning, he went to visit Mr. Xun and "hand over" the dragon veins.
Mo Hua knew in his heart that Mr. Xun must have known exactly what he had brought into the sect, but he just turned a blind eye for his own sake.
This is Mr. Xun’s trust.
But you also have to be aware of yourself, and you can’t be ungrateful.
For now, this dragon vein cannot be controlled by oneself, so it is better to hand it over to the sect first.
Sure enough, when Mr. Xun saw the black cloth handed over by Mo Hua, he understood what was inside before even opening it.
"Tired of playing?"
Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, "I don't understand..."
Old Mr.
Mo Hua was grateful, but also a little worried, and asked in a low voice:
"Old sir, if we keep this dragon vein for ourselves, will it... cause Dao Ting to blame us?"
Old Mr.
"You didn't peel off the real dragon's skin, twitch the real dragon's tendons, refine the real dragon's dragon veins, and pick up the veins of a karmic dragon, so the Taoist court won't really cause trouble for you."
"What's more, God knows this and the earth knows it, you know it and I know it."
"This dragon vein is collected in my Taixu Sect, and the Taoist court doesn't know about it, so there won't be any trouble."
Mo Hua felt relieved and said to Mr. Xun with a smile: "Then please leave it to Mr. Xun."
Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Don't worry, just go and practice hard."
"yes."
Mo Hua nodded and smiled. After bowing, he said goodbye and left.
Old Mr.
"I don't know what this kid has studied..."
…
After leaving Mr. Xun, I continued to practice ink painting as usual.
A few days later, during the holiday break, he went out to Dry Mountain.
The matter of Gushan and Longmai had been roughly settled, and Mo Hua had time to make this trip.
He planned to return Huangshan Jun's "natal statue" to its original owner.
This is the entrustment of Lord Huangshan of Gushan.
Accepting orders from others is a matter of loyalty to others.
Since you agreed, you will naturally do it.
Not to mention, Huangshan Jun gave himself a big gift before his death.
Since he was going on a long trip, Xun Ziyou naturally wanted to follow him.
Mo Hua carried the statue of the god, which could not be seen or noticed by others, on Xun Ziyou's body.
The two of them rode a carriage all the way to Dry Mountain.
The mountains are quiet and forested.
Fallen leaves form a thick blanket, spreading from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
The two of them climbed up the stairs, stepping on the soft and crisp leaves, until they reached the ruined temple.
Mo Hua then said: "Elder Xun, that's enough. I can go in by myself."
Xun Ziyou glanced at the empty dilapidated mountain temple on this deserted mountain, and frowned.
"Are you going alone?"
Mo Hua nodded, "I'm going to visit an old friend."
"Old friend?" Xun Ziyou was puzzled.
"Well," Mo Hua whispered, "this friend of mine is a little shy of strangers, and he doesn't like to be disturbed by others. Elder Xun, please don't tell others the location of this temple."
Xun Ziyou nodded doubtfully.
The ink painting is a bit strange.
But ink paintings are usually weird, so it's not surprising that he does some strange things.
He just felt a little emotional in his heart, Mo Hua knew so many people and had a really wide network.
that is……
Xun Ziyou glanced at the deserted mountain temple and wondered: This seems to be a "human" connection, isn't it?
On the other side, Mo Hua had already walked into the ruined temple carrying the statue of the god on his back.
This natal statue is a bit heavy, but fortunately, Elder Xunzi You was carrying it all the way, so it was not a big deal for Mo Hua to carry it for such a short distance.
After entering the ruined temple, Mo Hua looked up and saw the Huangshan Jun among the clay sculptures.
It is still staying in this ruined temple.
There's nothing I can do about it. With its conditions, it's basically impossible to visit.
There were no visitors either.
Mr. Huangshan would not be happy if a guest really came to visit.
In the barren mountains and wilderness, with wolves, insects, tigers and leopards everywhere, and wandering ghosts, how could he, a fallen mountain god, have any good "guests"?
Huangshanjun also had a complicated expression.
A few days ago, in the days when I had always been lonely, extremely poor, and peacefully lonely, for some reason, I suddenly felt frightened again.
It knew that something was definitely going to happen.
Moreover, it is still a huge thing.
It had been worried about this for a long time. It was restless and had no taste in its mouth. Even when it ate the sour steamed buns, it didn't even feel sour.
The sun is just right today, and Mr. Huangshan just looked up.
Sure enough, the "little ancestor" Mo Hua came again.
As usual, Huangshan Jun floated up from the clay sculpture, with a kind smile on his face, and greeted him in front of the ink painting.
"My little friend, you are fine. I don't know why you are free and come to the ruined temple of the little god again?"
Mo Hua placed the statue on his back on the ground.
"I brought you a 'gift'."
The outside of the statue is covered with gray cloth, and an array of divine mist is drawn around it with ink paintings to hide the breath and prevent the leakage of cause and effect.
Looking at the things in front of him, Huangshan Jun was stunned for a moment.
The gray cloth was wrapped tightly, and it didn't know what was inside.
But now that it is closer, it is gradually aware of the looming wisp of Qi that has the same origin.
An idea that it had never dreamed of before slowly came to mind.
An incredible excitement and excitement surged from the bottom of his heart and flowed throughout his body, making his whole body tremble, his mind surging, his scalp numb, and his head buzzing.
Huangshan Jun's heart was filled with disbelief.
"This..." its voice trembled.
Mo Hua whispered: "I looked like it was your 'family', and I happened to come across it, so I brought it back to you."
As he spoke, Mo Hua opened a corner of the gray cloth.
Huangshan Jun only took one look and couldn't help but tremble all over, and even his eyes began to fill with tears.
"You...retrieved it...for me?"
"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded.
Huangshan Jun's chest felt suffocated and he almost couldn't breathe.
It looked at the ink painting again, and felt that at this moment, the ink painting had eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like bright stars, red lips and white teeth. He was extremely handsome, unparalleled in elegance and grace.
In this world, there are no more beautiful people, gods, or even immortals than ink paintings.
The ink painting is even easier to see, with a golden glow all over it.
This little monk actually... took back its "natal idol"?!
From the hands of the ancient evil god, from the hands of the hatched evil fetus, the statue of the natal god that was lost at the bottom of the lonely mountain and occupied by evil spirits was brought out?!
For this mountain god, he is so kind and benevolent that it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a reborn parent.
This little ancestor is really its "ancestor".
At the same time, Mr. Huangshan was also very shocked.
It simply can't imagine how the ink paintings that build the foundation of cultivation can achieve all this.
At the bottom of the solitary mountain, there is a great burial of thousands of corpses, and the Temple of the Evil Embryo.
Mr. Huangshan can’t even imagine how many difficulties and obstacles he faces here?
Even if it, a mountain god, is lucky enough to cultivate for another thousand years and return to the top of the third level, it may not be able to reach the bottom of the lonely mountain, take back the statue of its own destiny, and escape intact.
Mo Hua, this little monk, how on earth did he do it?
Mr. Huangshan was shocked and completely stunned.
Seeing it standing still, Mo Hua kindly reminded: "Put it away quickly, don't lose it again."
Huangshan Jun was suddenly startled, and then he remembered the business.
It no longer hesitated and stretched out its hand towards the statue of its natal god, but at the next moment, it hesitated again, as if it was considering whether to carry the ink painting on its back.
But after thinking about it, I realized that Mo Hua had found this statue of his natal god. If he wanted to be greedy for Mo Hua, he would have stolen it long ago.
Under such circumstances, carrying the ink painting on my back is really judging a gentleman with a villain's heart.
Huangshan Jun no longer hesitated, and with a shudder, he got into the statue of his natal god. After a moment, Huangshan Jun, half body covered in golden light, walked out again.
Its appearance has changed a bit, its robes are a little more expensive, its body is a little taller, its face is less colorful and more energetic.
The overall look is a bit more powerful.
The origin is also thicker.
"Did you melt the statue of your natal god?" Mo Hua asked curiously.
Huangshan Jun said: "We have been separated for too long. We need to warm up for a while, and then..."
Huangshan Jun paused for a moment, but did not hide anything, "Then when the origin is in the same place, we will choose another secret place to store this destiny thing."
Mo Hua nodded and didn't ask much. When he saw Huangshan Jun's altar, there was rainwater in a broken bowl and half a piece of steamed bun on the plate. He knew that it was still the same as before, without any improvement, so he started from the storage.
He took out the chicken, duck and fish meat from the bag, put it on the table, opened a pot of wine, and called to Huangshan Jun:
"Come, let's chat while we eat."
Huangshan Jun was so moved that he cupped his hands and said, "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."
So one person and one god sat on the altar, eating meat, drinking wine, and chatting.
Ink Hua mainly wants to ask about some past events of Gushan.
Mr. Huangshan also knows everything and talks about everything.
But it is a pity that its origin seems to be missing, and its memory has also been lost. After all, most of it is actually something Mo Hua knows.
And in its memory of the Taixu Sect senior who beheaded it, there was only a vague figure dressed in white and an extremely sharp Taixu Sword. It could not remember anything else, not even his face.
Very vague.
This matter is a bit strange.
Mo Hua frowned, vaguely feeling that there were two possibilities.
One possibility is that Huangshan Jun indeed lost his memory after his body was chopped off, and he forgot what this senior looked like.
There is another possibility that this senior of Taixu Sect has other unknown causes and effects, and in order to keep it secret, he erased his past by some unknown means.
It is even possible that because of some secrets, other people have erased the cause and effect of the past.
That's why Mr. Huangshan couldn't remember his appearance.
But this is just a conjecture based on intuition in Mo Hua's mind after practicing the way of cause and effect.
It's hard to say what the reality is.
In addition, Mo Hua asked some other questions.
These questions are all doubts he has accumulated over a long period of time while practicing the way of spiritual thought.
Including the direction of the development of monks' spiritual consciousness, the advancement of gods, the relationship between the gods' grades and levels, the nature of Taoism, and especially whether the gods' spiritual thoughts will undergo "qualitative changes" as their grades increase.
A long time ago, the third-grade bloody divine skeleton he encountered was as hard as iron.
And the third-grade evil fetus is covered in "magic armor" and is indestructible.
But there is no such change in the monk's spiritual consciousness.
Ink painting itself seems to have only a slight "qualitative change" of this kind.
Therefore, he was a little confused.
Could it be that on the path of spiritual thought, he also ignored other "strengthening" directions?
However, his spiritual thoughts are a mixture of humans and gods, the ingredients are too complex, and the origin of his spiritual thoughts is too messy.
From my own experience in ink painting, I can't figure out the relationship at all, so I can only come here to ask Huangshan Jun for advice, hoping to get some inspiration and further strengthen his spiritual thoughts.
Chapter completed!