Chapter 363 Recuperation
Hongkong wrote down this immortal pattern in ink, and then his consciousness was completely exhausted and he collapsed to the ground.
When he lost consciousness, he vaguely felt many monks shouting his name and rushing toward him.
Their voices were extremely anxious.
There was his father Mo Shan, there was Zhang Lan, there was Elder Yu, there was Commander Yang, and there were many people he was familiar with.
After that he became drowsy and fainted.
Zhang Lan, Mo Shan and others rushed to Mo Hua's side. They were relieved when they saw blood stains at the corners of his eyes, weak breath, but stable pulse and smooth blood flow.
After that, everyone sent Mo Hua to Mr. Feng for treatment.
At the same time, Mr. Zhuang was still standing in the corridor outside the bamboo room, looking at the sky in the mountains, silently meditating.
In that sky, there used to be Feng Xi's soaring blood energy, the majestic spiritual power of the great array, the power of disintegration and destruction, and the terrifying power of thunder.
But now, everything has disappeared, the horizon is wide, there is nothing, and it is as if nothing has ever existed.
This is heaven, this is Tao.
Even if the world is turbulent, it will all become a passing cloud in the blink of an eye, passing away without leaving a trace.
Mr. Zhuang looked at the horizon, dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.
From dusk to late at night.
The old man couldn't stand it anymore and said coldly: "If you don't rest, you will die."
“Who will not die?”
“Then at least try a tortuous way of dying instead of such a dull death.”
Mr. Zhuang said no more, still thinking silently.
The old man was a little surprised, and he was afraid that he was really seeking death, so he asked:
“What have you been thinking about for so long?”
"I was thinking..." Mr. Zhuang said lightly, "How long can I hide?"
"You can hide as long as you can. Haven't you always been like this before?" Puppet Lao said coldly.
Mr. Zhuang sighed, "But what's the point of this?"
Puppet Lao frowned.
Mr. Zhuang continued: "For me, if I live one more day or one less day, it doesn't make any difference at all..."
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, “What do you want to do?”
Mr. Zhuang didn't say anything, and still looked at the horizon silently.
There used to be ink paintings there.
The formation collapsed, the calamity thunder dissipated, and the figure drawn in ink standing on the Dahei Mountain was deeply imprinted in Mr. Zhuang's mind.
It is getting later and later, and the night is getting darker and darker.
Mr. Zhuang's body was swallowed up by the night, but his eyes were as bright as stars, burning with hope.
When Mo Hua woke up in a daze, he found someone beside him. It was his mother, Liu Ruhua.
Liu Ruhua had tears in the corners of her eyes, holding Mo Hua's little hand reluctantly, as if she had been taking care of him, but because she was too tired, she fell asleep next to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua felt warm and a little distressed in his heart. He stretched out his little hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of Liu Ruhua's eyes.
Liu Ruhua woke up with a start, opened her eyes suddenly, and saw Mo Hua's smiling face, and then gradually felt relieved.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, a big stone fell to the ground in her heart, and said softly:
“You wake up, whatever you want to eat, my mother will make it for you.”
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he ordered a lot of what he wanted to eat.
Liu Ruhua was startled for a moment, then laughed, "Still so greedy."
After that, she warned again: "Mr. Feng said that your consciousness is damaged, but it is not serious. You just need to cultivate yourself for a few days."
“But your eyes, I don't know what you saw, were injured. These days, I'm afraid you may occasionally become blind, and you must be careful when you can't see clearly.”
“Mr. Feng has made several batches of elixirs for you to take every day. After a while, I'll ask Mr. Feng to take a look again..."
Liu Ruhua kept talking for a long time. Mo Hua listened quietly and nodded repeatedly.
After a while, Mo Shan also came in. Seeing that Mo Hua was awake, he also looked happy.
It was just full of concern hidden deep in my heart. I didn't know how to speak for a while, so I just asked dryly: "Are you okay..."
Mo Hua nodded, "Yeah!"
Mo Shan also breathed a sigh of relief.
What happened in the mountains and what Mo Hua did, Mo Shan and the others didn't understand, but they didn't ask in detail. As long as Mo Hua was fine.
Liu Ruhua frowned again and said, "Don't take such risks in the future..."
Mo Hua comforted him: "Mom, don't worry, I've figured everything out. Everything will be fine. It just looks a little dangerous..."
Mo Shan on the side listened for a moment, feeling helpless:
Such a terrible movement was made, Feng Xi was exploded into ashes, and the calamity thunder was triggered. Can it be called "it looks a little more dangerous"...
Liu Ruhua didn't quite believe it either, and asked suspiciously, “Is it really a good idea?”
"Really!" Mo Hua nodded, "The formation will not lie. Life is life, death is death. If I leave a door open for life, then I will definitely not die!"
Liu Ruhua didn't understand anything at all, but seeing Mo Hua's confident and confident look, he couldn't help pinching Mo Hua's face and said with a gentle smile:
“Okay, I believe you.”
Mo Hua also laughed and narrowed his eyes.
Mo Shan on the side looked at his wife and children, his eyes softened.
After that, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Chief Zhou and others all came to see Mo Hua, and they also gave Mo Hua a lot of things, most of which were food, some to replenish blood, some to soothe the mind, and some to nourish Qi...
Mo Hua is very grateful and satisfied.
When everyone asked about the collapse of the formation, Mo Hua did not mention the obscure word "disintegration". He only said that he had found a way to make the formation "self-destruct."
Disintegration is a secret formation inheritance, so it is better not to talk about it easily.
As for how to self-destruct, Mo Hua is specious, saying some terms such as the formation of pivots and formations.
When everyone saw that what Mo Hua said was true, they all believed it.
In any case, they couldn't understand whether Mo Hua told the truth or lies.
For the enemy, the formation is already deep enough, let alone the formation disintegrating.
For monks who are not formation masters, even ordinary formations are confusing, let alone large formations and their disintegration.
In any case, as long as they know that the formation has destroyed itself, the big demon has been killed, and Mo Hua is fine, that is enough.
When thinking of this, everyone was filled with emotion, especially Elder Yu.
He did not expect that everyone worked together and actually killed a big monster.
This is a feat that Tongxian City has never had in thousands of years.
A large part of this is due to ink painting.
Mo Hua helped Tongxian City and also helped them...
Elder Yu and others kept this matter silently in their hearts.
Afterwards, in order not to disturb Mo Hua's rest, everyone left.
Mo Hua's injury was not that serious at first. He rested at Mr. Feng's place for a few days, and then went home after a few days.
His sea of consciousness is slowly healing. In a short period of time, he can't draw formations and uses less spiritual consciousness, so Mo Hua is just lazy and takes a few more days to rest.
In addition, he occasionally becomes blind in both eyes.
It was as if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen, and had seen lines that contained the truth of the world.
So now when I look at other things, the scenes I see are sometimes illusory, like a white phantom covered with a layer of nothingness. It is hard to distinguish between true and false.
Mr. Feng didn't know what Mo Hua had seen. He only relied on the injury and said truthfully:
“Your eyes were burned by something, and you can't see clearly from time to time. This is normal. You will be fine after a period of time.”
Mo Hua was relieved. He didn't want to be half blind.
Thanks to the book friends Wild Mathematician, Ze Yuan, 20230331045401601, and gchen for the reward~
thanks for your support.
The big conflict in the first volume has been written. Let's collect the foreshadowing and then start a new volume~
(End of this chapter)
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