Asking About Longevity Chapter 365

Chapter 365 Immortal Pattern

 The formation collapsed and the great demon died.

Feng Xi, who was born in Heishan Village, died in the Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation built on Heishan Village. Finally, as the formation collapsed, both of them were destroyed together.

 Tongxian City is also gradually recovering.

 The weapon refining shop and alchemy shop are still there, the weapon refining furnace and alchemy furnace are intact, and other businesses in the city have not been affected.

 The deep mountains were almost destroyed, but the outer and inner mountains had little impact.

 Monster hunters can still go into the mountains to hunt monsters.

 Monster hunters hunt monsters, weapon refiners refine weapons, alchemists refine elixirs, and then trade...

 Soon everything was running normally.

Moreover, there is a wide and convenient mountain road in Daheishan.

This is to build a large formation, and all the monks worked together to develop it.

With this mountain road, it is not only convenient for the monks of Tongxian City to enter and exit the mountain, but also convenient for merchants to enter Tongxian City to do business.

Gradually, Tongxian City regained its vitality.

The street is getting lively, and more and more monks are coming and going.

 In the near future, it may become more prosperous...

Elder Yu is very busy. He is busy with the reconstruction of Tongxian City, the recovery of monastic production, and the aftermath of the Feng Xi incident.

Array formations are also used in some places within the city.

However, the sea of ​​ink painting consciousness is damaged, and he cannot use his spiritual consciousness for the time being, let alone draw formations.

 So where the formations were used, other formation masters would help, with Mo Hua providing guidance.

 Where the painting is right and where the painting is wrong, the ink painting will tell them.

If they have any questions about the formation, Mo Hua will also give them guidance.

 Other formation masters call Mo Hua "little sir", hold half of the disciple ceremony, and are respectful and respectful to Mo Hua.

They knew that the great formation was created by the "little gentleman" in front of them.

Furthermore, the formation self-destructed, but this young gentleman was still safe and sound. This level of achievement in the formation was simply unbelievable to them.

Mo Hua is kind-hearted and has no airs. They often answer whatever they ask.

Just a few words of advice can make them enlightened.

 This is the kindness of "preaching, receiving karma, and solving doubts."

 This also made them grateful.

 Mo Hua holds his little hands behind his back, "guiding" everyone in drawing formations. However, these formations are too simple, and Mo Hua looks a bit boring.

 He wanted to draw some more difficult and profound formations.

 A few days later, Mo Hua's consciousness was almost healed.

 Although in a short period of time, you cannot overuse it and you cannot keep drawing formations as before.

 But as long as you control the consumption of your spiritual consciousness, you can start to try and draw some complex formations.

 Ink Hua drew a few counter-spiritual formations during the day and reviewed them a little.

 At night, at midnight, Mo Hua couldn't wait to sink his consciousness into the sea of ​​​​consciousness and came to the Taoist monument.

 On this stele, there is a formation pattern painted in ink.

 What he saw from the tribulation thunder was the immortal pattern on the heavenly formation!

 I want to try Mo Hua to see if I can learn this fairy pattern.

The Great Formation of Heavenly Dao is too profound, too grand, and the realm of ink painting is too low to understand it at all. However, you can try to understand it from just one stroke of the formation pattern.

A thousand miles begins with a single step.

 One formation pattern, one formation pattern, one formation method, one set of complex formations, step by step, and then understand the entire formation...

Mo Hua had a good idea, but the reality still poured cold water on him.

 Let alone enlightenment, he couldn't even look at this immortal pattern.

Although this immortal pattern was recorded on the Taoist stele with an ink painting, let alone seeing it with my own eyes, I just felt it like a dragonfly, and my spiritual consciousness poured out and was consumed rapidly.

Mo Hua was dumbfounded and couldn't help complaining:

 “I haven't even looked at it yet, and it started to take away my consciousness. How stingy!”

 Then he sighed again and realized that even if it was just a stroke of immortal lines, it was still an "immortal" line.

 It contains the creation of heaven and earth, which is simply not something that a young monk in his Qi refining stage can comprehend.

If I force myself to look at it, I'm afraid my sea of ​​consciousness will be damaged again.

Although there is a Dao monument to protect the sea of ​​consciousness from collapsing, it will still be injured, and over time, there may be sequelae.

 The sea of ​​consciousness in the Qi refining stage is still too fragile.

The great formation that the formation master seeks is right in front of him, but he cannot learn it or even see it.

 Ink painting sighed helplessly.

 It seems that I can only put it aside for now and wait until my cultivation level improves before I can comprehend it. “You have to practice hard and build the foundation as soon as possible!”

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, and then he had some doubts.

 What realm and what kind of spiritual consciousness can one comprehend this immortal pattern?

 Building the foundation? Golden elixir? Or a higher realm?

 And what if you learn this immortal pattern?

Mo Hua frowned.

 He had never considered this issue before. After thinking about it for a while, he was suddenly startled.

 This immortal pattern is related to the scarlet thunder.

If you can really learn the Immortal Pattern, can you control the Thunder of Nirvana and have the power to obliterate all things?

Jie Lei…

Mo Hua felt chills in his heart when he thought of the dazzling scarlet he saw that day, the terrifying aura, and the deathly thunder of all things.

At that time, his mind was completely focused on the disintegration of the great formation, and the calamity thunder was coming, coming and going, and for a while, he did not feel deeply.

 Thinking about it at this time, it was only a hindsight and a fear.

Mo Hua then felt a little bit lucky again:

"Fortunately, my realm is low and my cultivation level is weak, otherwise I would have been killed by the thunderbolt and my life would have been wiped out..."

Mo Hua doesn't want to see such a terrifying thunderstorm a second time.

Of course, if there is a calamity thunder that is drawn by oneself and controlled by oneself, it will naturally be different.

Mo Hua's heart suddenly started to look forward to...

 It's a pity that Mo Hua is still confused about the immortal pattern.

What are the differences between the Immortal Patterns, whether they can be learned, and how to learn them...

Even if the immortal pattern is profound, Mr. Zhuang should know something about it with his knowledge.

 But this matter involves a Taoist monument. According to Mr. Zhuang, he should not tell anyone, including himself, and it is not convenient for Mo Hua to ask.

Not only about the immortal pattern, but also about any problems I encounter in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to ask Mr. Zhuang anymore.

Mo Hua felt depressed again.

Mr. Zhuang is about to leave.

He was afraid that one day, when he went to Mr. Zhuang's mountain residence again, he would find the house empty, and that he would never see Mr. Zhuang again for the rest of his life as a Buddhist monk.

 Ink painting is a bit scary.

 So these days, he runs to Mr. Zhuang every day.

Moshan and his wife also learned that Mr. Zhuang was about to leave, and felt regretful.

 They have never met Mr. Zhuang, but they have always been very grateful to Mr. Zhuang from the bottom of their hearts.

Liu Ruhua said to Mo Hua: "Mr. Zhuang has done a great favor to our family by accepting you as a registered disciple and teaching you the formation. We must repay this kindness in the future."

Mo Hua nodded solemnly, "Yeah!"

Liu Ruhua also tried his best, but Mr. Lingshi Zhuang was not short of it. Mr. Zhuang would definitely not like first-class items such as spiritual weapons and elixirs. After much thought, he could only make some food and give them to Zhuang. Try it, sir.

Liu Ruhua studied the recipes Zi Xi gave her and chose some dishes.

Mo Shan went into the mountains to hunt monsters, and asked other monster hunter friends to kill one of each type of monster as much as possible, and then select the tenderest and most delicious parts to take home to his wife.

Liu Ruhua almost cooked a Daheishan "All Demon Banquet".

 Chickens, ducks, fish, cattle, sheep, dogs, and all kinds of edible monster meat are available, and the tastes are different.

 Some are fresh, some are fragrant, some are numb, some are spicy...all in color and flavor.

 The ink paintings were all dumbfounded.

Since then, when he went to see Mr. Zhuang every day, he would bring some and ask him to taste it and express his feelings.

Mr. Zhuang wanted to say that there was no need to go to such trouble, but after thinking about it for a moment, he started eating with peace of mind.

Apart from Mr. Zhuang, the happiest person is Bai Zisheng.

 He has eaten a lot of better things in his life, but never so many delicious things.

 Especially because there are so many dishes, each with its own unique taste, and nothing is the same.

Bai Zisheng was so shocked that he brought up the old things again and whispered to the ink painting:

“Mo Hua, go back and ask Aunt Liu if she needs a son?”

Mo Hua was speechless and rolled his eyes at him.

Bai Zixi's crystal eyes were slightly stunned, and she also glared at Bai Zisheng.

The mountain dwells in a bamboo house.

Mr. Zhuang was lying on a bamboo chair with a mouthful of meat and a glass of wine, watching the rays of sunshine splashing over the mountains and the forest covered with brocade ink. He felt that all the worries and worries of these days had disappeared.

The old man asked him: "Have you thought about it?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded: "I've thought about it all, but there's just one problem..."

The old man looked solemnly and asked: "What's the problem?"

"So much meat..." Mr. Zhuang looked at the meat and wine on the table, touched his face, and sighed: "I've all become fat..."

 Puppet Lao: “…”

 (End of this chapter)

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