Asking About Longevity Chapter 364

Chapter 364 Waves

The ink painting was recuperated for a few days, and I felt that there was no serious problem, so I went to visit Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang is leaving.

  Mo Hua had thought before that he would learn the calculation of spiritual consciousness well and give Mr. Zhuang a surprise.

Now it seems that this "surprise" may be a little too big...

But Mr. Zhuang didn't seem to care and didn't even ask.

Mo Hua was a little confused and asked:

 “Sir, don't you ask what happened?”

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and shook his head slightly:

“What I know, I know even if you don't tell me. What I don't know, you don't have to tell me. At the same time, don't tell anyone. Don't let anyone know.”

Mo Hua was slightly startled and nodded.

Mr. Zhuang told him again:

“Sacred consciousness calculation can be used, but it should be kept low-key so that no one can see it. If it is seen, find a way to hide it..."

“As for the formation disintegration, never use it again!”

Mr. Zhuang's tone was quite solemn.

Mo Hua hesitated a little and whispered:

"What if...we have no choice but to use it?"

 After all, he doesn't know what dangers he will encounter in the future. If a disaster strikes, he can't just sit back and wait for death.

"If you must use it..." Mr. Zhuang said lightly, "then make sure that no one knows about it after you use it."

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and nodded again.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and his expression softened:

“These things are not something you should learn at this level. Once people know about it, they will definitely attract people to covet you and make you angry.”

 Especially the formation disintegration.

This kind of inheritance is the top secret among top secrets.

Mr. Zhuang sighed.

 I taught Mo Hua spiritual calculation just to give him a first glimpse of the door and help him understand the formation, but he didn't expect that he would even disintegrate the entire formation...

This was something he never expected.

 The formation collapsed…

Even thinking about it now, Mr. Zhuang still feels a little palpitated.

Mr. Zhuang knows that there must be some special opportunity in ink painting, and he has already noticed it, and this opportunity may be greater than he thought.

 But Mr. Zhuang didn't want to go into details.

Each monk has his own destiny, not to mention that this young monk who has destiny is still his disciple.

Mr. Zhuang wanted to keep the ink painting a secret.

 The best way to keep a secret is to not know the secret yourself.

Human spiritual consciousness is elusive and elusive.

 However, no matter how false the spiritual consciousness is, there are always traces to follow.

As long as you know it, someone will definitely find out the clues.

 So the best way is to know nothing from the beginning.

 There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust?

Mo Hua originally wanted to tell Mr. Zhuang about the thunder and formations, but since Mr. Zhuang said so, it's better not to say it now.

Mo Hua remembered something again and asked:

 “Sir, are you about to leave...”

 After all, the formation has been learned by oneself, and the matter of Feng Xi has been resolved. Mr. Zhuang seems to have no reason to stay...

Moreover, Mr. Zhuang's breath is getting worse day by day.

Although on the surface, his appearance and demeanor are still the same as before, there is no change.

However, the ink painting is delicate and I have been with Mr. Zhuang for a long time. I can vaguely notice that Mr. Zhuang's breath seems to be gradually fading.

 This is a wonderful feeling.

 It is as if Mr. Zhuang's existence itself is gradually dissipating.

Mr. Zhuang sighed slightly: "Yes."

“Then can I see you again in the future?”

The ink painting is a bit lost.

Mr. Zhuang seemed to have made up his mind when he saw the reluctance in Mo Hua's eyes. His tone was gentle but firm:

 “Those who can meet…”

After Mo Hua left, the figure of the old man appeared, looked at Mr. Zhuang and frowned:

 “Don't do unnecessary things.”

 “What are superfluous things?”

The old man said displeasedly, "You know it well, why do you need me to say it?"

Mr. Zhuang was silent. After a moment, his eyes brightened slightly and he said:

 “I want to… become my personal disciple by collecting ink paintings.”

As expected, the old man thought so, and his tone became even more unkind:

"If you want to die yourself, don't drag this child down. His family background is small and he cannot be involved in such a big cause and effect."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "No, he has great luck!"

 Puppet Lao frowned.

Mr. Zhuang recalled the scene in Daheishan and said:

 “The great formation disintegrates and is born, and the calamity thunder descends without death. This is great luck!”

Puppet Lao said angrily: "That's **** luck. He calculated his birth date by himself. Jie Lei wouldn't kill him in the first place. These things have their own causes and effects and have nothing to do with the illusory luck."

With regard to luck, it's okay to deceive uninformed monks, but it's a bit far-fetched to deceive an old man.

Mr. Zhuang saw that he could not fool the old man, so he said:

“That doesn't mean you have good fortune, but at least you have a Taoist heart. Although you are young, your Taoist heart is grand and persevering.”

Puppet Lao did not refute this point, he just sighed and asked:

 “Have you really thought about it?”

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

“There is no good cause and effect on you.” Puppet Lao reminded him.

 It's not that there are no good causes and effects, but...all of them are bad causes and effects...

Mr. Zhuang felt bitter in his heart and sighed slightly, then looked far away and said:

 “So we have to find a way... to keep him away from these causes and effects.”

Under the big locust tree, Mo Hua was sharing food with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

 The three of them were filled with exquisite pastries, snacks, various flavors of meat and wine. Liu Ruhua felt sorry for Mo Hua and made these for him with his own hands.

Mo Hua couldn't finish the meal by himself, so he gave some to Dahu and the others, and brought the rest to Zi Sheng and Zi Xi to eat together.

 After all, Mr. Zhuang is leaving soon, and they, the three registered disciples, will soon be separated.

 After being together for so long, Mo Hua is still a little reluctant to let go.

Bai Zisheng was enjoying his meal. Suddenly he remembered something and asked Mo Hua:

“If you are injured, will Aunt Liu prepare delicious food for you?”

Mo Hua nodded, "Of course."

Bai Zisheng was a little envious, and Bai Zixi's eyes also showed a hint of envy.

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Can't your mother make something for you to eat?"

Bai Zisheng sighed, "I have grown up so big, let alone food, my mother has never boiled even a glass of water for me to drink..."

Mo Hua was a little curious, "What are your mothers like?"

 He rarely heard Bai Zisheng mention his mother's affairs.

"Very beautiful!" Bai Zisheng said, and then muttered, "Even though she is cold, she is also very strict with me and Zixi."

Mo Hua nodded silently.

  Zisheng and Zixi are both very good-looking, and their mother is naturally very beautiful too.

Moreover, both of them have excellent talents and qualifications and come from aristocratic families, so it is understandable that they have strict requirements...

 But why is the attitude so cold?

Generally speaking, if you have such a child, the parents will probably be scared to hold it in their hands. It is too late to be happy, so how can they be cold...

Mo Hua couldn't understand, so he asked again: "What about your father?"

These words seemed to hit a sore spot in Bai Zisheng's face. His expression changed, and then he said coldly: "I don't have a father!"

Mo Hua nodded, "If you don't have a father, you don't have a father."

Bai Zisheng was startled, but asked: "How can a person not have a father?"

 “Didn't you say that you don't have a father?”

 “This is an angry word!”

“What is the truth like?” Mo Hua asked curiously.

Bai Zisheng sighed: "I don't know who my father is, and my mother doesn't tell me, and everyone else in the family also keeps it secret."

"I guess he is either dead or his identity is unknown..."

“The affairs of your aristocratic family are really complicated…”

Bai Zisheng sighed and said enviously: "It's better for you."

Mo Hua didn't quite understand, “Where is the best place?”

 Bai Zisheng shook his head, "It's nothing."

Bai Zixi also looked at the ink paintings silently, without speaking, but the envy in her autumn-like eyes became even stronger.

Then the three of them put their minds down, ate and drank, practiced their homework for a while, and then went home.

The days in Tongxian City were as stable as water, but the Tianshu Pavilion in Daoting caused waves.

The old man in the high pavilion of Tianshu Pavilion, who is also the elder of Tianshu Pavilion, is holding a jade slip in his hand, looking at the content on it, his brows are forming the character "Chuan".

What is written on the jade slip is the follow-up to the evil deeds in Tongxian City:

North of Lizhou, on the border of the second-grade Heishan State, Tongxian City.

 A Taoist evildoer was born in the form of a great demon named Feng Xi.

Appendix: Local monks built a five-element demon-slaying formation (note: eleven patterns of the first grade). Later, the formation collapsed, triggering thunder and calamity from heaven, and Feng Xi died...

Mr. Ge can understand each sentence, but when they are connected together, he can't understand it.

How can we build the Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation?

How can this great formation be so easy to build? Was it built as soon as it was said to be built?

Who built it for them? Who is the main formation division?

 “The disintegration of the formation”…

 Why did the formation collapse again?

 Is disintegration something that ordinary formation masters can do?

What's more, the entire formation collapsed... Could this be the method of an ordinary formation master?

 "Heaven's Tribulation Thunder", not to mention.

Who caused this thunder? What else do you want to erase?

　　"Feng Xi's death", which was originally the most surprising thing, is now the least surprising...

 Under the restrictions of the laws of heaven, it is basically impossible to kill evildoers. Even if they can be killed, it will only be in the state boundaries where some aristocratic families are located.

It is unbelievable that a low-level fairy city like Tongxian City can work together to kill the evildoers...

But in the face of such things as "building the great formation", "disintegrating the great formation", and "causing thunder and lightning", Feng Xi's death seemed to be a matter of course...

This jade slip is concise and concise.

 Lao Ge had previously asked Tianshu Pavilion to keep its documents as concise as possible and not to talk nonsense.

 But now, he feels that the document is too concise, making it difficult for him to understand...

Mr. Ge couldn't help but sigh.

 “A Feng Xi...Why are you so exaggerated...”

Just listening to it makes people sweat.

Especially Jie Lei, even at their level, their expressions change when they hear it, they will die if they touch it, and they want to stay away from it.

　　It's too much fun to trigger the tribulation thunder…

Mr. Ge shook his head slightly, frowned in thought, and after much deliberation, there was only one explanation:

 The boy named Zhuang took action.

Otherwise, who can build a great formation, and who can make it collapse?

 I just don't know whether he died after triggering the thunder, or whether it was a human being or a puppet...

Mr. Ge immediately became confused.

 When did the boy named Zhuang become so enthusiastic?

 It's just a small fairy city.

 There are not even tens of millions in a small fairy city like Xiujie, but there are millions. Why is he so concerned about it?

 Is there some reason behind this that I don't know about?

Mr. Ge looked through the jade slips again, and at the end of the jade slips, he saw another line of small words:

　　"Sealing the flesh and blood, cultivating demons in the heart of the Tao, suspecting the evil Taoists are causing trouble..."

Mr. Ge took a deep breath, raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes slightly focused, and he murmured in a low voice:

 “I'm in trouble...”

   Thank you to Shuyouhan Baby Big Shark, 20220812183836149, and Wuyi 2021 for the reward~

　　　Some things delayed me, and I'm even a little late. Sorry.

 (End of this chapter)

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