Asking About Longevity Chapter 382

Chapter 382 Formation

 Old man Ding's grandson was lying on the table, sipping the clear porridge without a grain of rice in small sips. He forced himself not to look at the chicken on the table, but occasionally he couldn't help but glance at it secretly.

 Old man Ding's little grandson is five or six years old, and his name is Ding Miaoer.

 Given this name, it may be that he hopes that he can grow up smoothly like the rice seedlings in the field.

 The rice seedlings grow up, which means a good harvest.

Children grow up, which means peace and success.

Mo Hua finished the porridge in the bowl, ate a piece of chicken, and then pushed the whole plate of meat in front of Miao'er.

 “I'm full, let's give it to Miao'er.”

Old man Ding said hurriedly: "How can this be done?"

Mo Hua said: "I ask you some questions, and if you tell me, it will be considered as the reward for drawing the formation."

Old man Ding said: "Little sir, if you have anything to do, just ask me. Old man, I will tell you everything I know. This is my duty, but this..."

Mo Hua did not allow him to refuse, "That's it."

Ding Miaoer shook his head and said with a milky voice:

 “Big brother, eat.”

Mo Hua touched his head and said gently: "You can eat."

Ding Miaoer wanted to refuse.

Grandpa taught him that when guests come to your door, you must treat them well.

 But he was really hungry, and he didn't know what meat tasted like for a long time.

He couldn't hold it back and took a bite of chicken.

 Then I lost myself in the smell of chicken and started eating one piece after another...

Mo Hua touched his little head again.

Ding Miaoer raised his head, eating meat in his mouth, his eyes bright.

 Old man Ding looked distressed.

 This is his grandson, let alone meat. He usually doesn't even have enough food...

Ding Miaoer was on the side, concentrating on a plate of chicken.

Mo Hua asked Old Man Ding:

“Uncle Ding, were all the formations in this field painted by the Sun family?”

 Old man Ding nodded, "Starting from the ancestors of the Sun family, it has taken hundreds of years to revise and revise it."

 “Ancestors of the Sun family?”

 Old man Ding felt a little emotional, and then talked about the ink painting:

“The ancestors of the Sun family, especially the ancestors of the Sun family, are famous formation masters far and wide, and are also first-class good people.”

"He was originally a monk from other places. He ended up here for some unknown reason. Seeing the hardship of the monks in Qianjia Town, he became kindhearted and drew a formation in the spiritual field."

"These formations can make the soil fertile and water-rich, and the spiritual rice harvest will be abundant, ensuring that we have enough food and clothing."

“The monks in Qianjia Town were extremely grateful to him, tried their best to retain him, and even built a mansion for him…”

“It is the current residence of the Sun family, but it has been renovated several times by the Sun family at a large cost, and it has long lost its original appearance.”

 “What happened next?” Mo Hua asked.

"Later..." Old Man Ding sighed, "Later, the ancestor of the Sun family passed away for unknown reasons. I heard that he studied formations too much and his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered. But this is a rumor. I don't know the actual situation..."

“The ancestor of the Sun family has passed away. We still care about the kindness of the Sun family and are still grateful to them. Every year when there is a harvest, we will send some spiritual grain to them.”

“Gradually, the descendants of the Sun family take these things for granted. They feel that we owe them the Sun family, so we should 'make offerings' to them.”

“Some years when the harvest is poor and the food is not enough, the Sun family will scold us and call us 'ungrateful' white-eyed wolves.”

“What's even more outrageous is that later on they became evil and wanted not only the harvest from the fields, but also the girls in the village to serve them as maids... How could we agree to this?”

 “Then this kindness turned into hatred…”

"Later on, we casual cultivators had a deeper quarrel with the Sun family. The Sun family relied on these formations to open their mouths. Most of our annual harvest must be provided to them."

“But it's impossible not to give it. This place is close to a mountainous area, the land is barren, and there is no formation. The spiritual rice in the ground will dry up quickly..."

 Old man Ding sighed deeply.

Hearing this, Mo Hua felt a little emotional and asked again:

“What about the formation here? It was also passed down by the ancestors of the Sun family, has it never changed?”

Old man Ding scratched his head, recalled something, and said:

"It does not seem…"

"According to the older generation of monks in the village, the formations drawn by the ancestors of the Sun family are traceless and do not need to be repaired. They can be used for many years."

“Most of the current formations were painted by the descendants of the Sun family. They are often broken and often need to be repaired.”

 But more specifically, he didn't know.

He had heard about the affairs of the ancestor of the Sun family for a long time. He knew nothing about the formations and could not explain why.

Mo Hua frowned.

 This is strange.

Since it is a formation, how can it be traceless?

The descendants of the Sun family should know the formations drawn by their ancestors, so why do they draw them again?

Do you just want to use the formation to blackmail the monks who are exploiting the land?

Does the Sun family know what kind of formation their ancestor drew?

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out and thought of another question:

“The Sun family asked you to sell your sons and daughters, but they didn't ask you to sell your fields to them?”

 Generally speaking, the spiritual field is the most important.

There must be a reason why the Sun family would not eat such a large piece of fat meat.

 “The Sun family has ancestral precepts…”

 “Ancestor's instruction?”

Old man Ding nodded, "The ancestors of the Sun family made an ancestral motto back then: Any children of the Sun family are not allowed to occupy a piece of land in Qianjia Town for the rest of their lives, otherwise they will lose their surname, cancel their genealogy, and be kicked out of the family!"

Mo Hua was slightly surprised and sighed: "This ancestor of the Sun family is really a good formation master with a broad mind. It's a pity..."

It's a pity that the descendants are unworthy.

Ding Miaoer over there finally finished eating the chicken, looking at the ink painting, feeling a little embarrassed and blushing.

This chicken was originally used by his grandfather to entertain Mo Hua, but he ate it all.

Mo Hua then smiled and said:

 “I want to go to the fields to see, can you take me there?”

Miao'er, who was full after eating, immediately nodded her little head: "Yeah!"

 After that, Old Man Ding and Miao'er took the ink paintings to visit the Lingtian.

Mo Hua asked some questions, and Old Man Ding answered them one by one.

 But Mo Hua still couldn't find any clues about the final battle.

Looking around, there are only six cultivation formations in the Lingtian.

It was getting late, so Mo Hua said goodbye and returned to Sun's house. After meeting Mr. Zhuang and saying hello, Mo Hua went back to the house and exchanged information with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

Bai Zisheng said:

 “The head of the Sun family, Sun Yi, is an idiot!”

 “What's wrong?” Mo Hua didn't quite understand.

Bai Zisheng looked around and whispered:

“He has studied formations for seventy or eighty years, and has built up the foundation. His formations are less than the first level, and his spiritual consciousness is less than ten lines..."

Mo Hua opened his mouth wide, "Is he an elm-headed person?"

Bai Zixi silently looked at the ink painting and said calmly:

“Not everyone can learn formations so quickly.”

Mo Hua was slightly startled and whispered: "Then it won't be so slow...what is he doing every day?"

Bai Zisheng curled his lips and said, "Have dinner and drink tea, watch women dance, and invite me and Zixi to watch too..."

 “Don't he learn formations?”

"I learned it," Bai Zisheng said, "I practice one formation every day..."

Mo Hua was silent.

No wonder…

I only practice one formation every day, which is not even a fraction of my own...

 Only in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse can one become a first-grade formation master.

 It seems that it is not because of poor understanding, but because of being addicted to happiness and having a lazy mind.

“What's the formation level of the other members of the Sun family?”

Bai Zisheng was even more disdainful, "If a soldier is a coward, there will be a whole nest of cowards."

"The head of the family is like this, let alone the others. His son, Sun Ze, can only draw four formations..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

The ancestors of the Sun family had a second-grade formation master who could really benefit a group of monks.

Moreover, this second-grade formation master probably also understood the ultimate formation.

But he didn't expect that his descendants would be domineering and indulge in pleasure.

Even after building the foundation, he has not become a first-grade formation master.

"What's wrong with you over there?" Bai Zisheng asked Mo Hua.

 Mo Hua told what he had learned about, including the affairs of the ancestors of the Sun family, monopolizing formations for profit, and the spiritual farmers who had no rice to cook, etc.

Bai Zisheng was a little angry when he heard this, "I didn't expect that he was not only a fool, but also a bad guy."

Mo Hua asked: "Wouldn't Dao Tingsi take care of this kind of thing about the Sun family?"

Bai Zisheng didn't understand, so he looked at Bai Zixi.

Bai Zixi thought for a moment and said softly:

 “Generally don't care.”

“The Dao Tingsi is established in the Immortal City and governs the boundaries of the Immortal City. The areas radiating outside the Immortal City are managed by local families, sects, or local elders. They only need to pay some spiritual stone tax every year.”

"The Daoting Secretary has the authority to take charge of such a small place, but it is beyond his reach. Generally, unless something big happens, he won't bother to take care of it."

Mo Hua nodded.

The hierarchy of the Daoting is strict, but some places below are fragmented, with intertwined interests, and the management is relatively loose.

As long as it does not affect the stability of Daoting, the higher authorities will turn a blind eye to many things.

Mo Hua couldn't help but look at Bai Zixi and praised:

“Sister, you know a lot.”

Bai Zixi nodded slightly, with a calm expression, but her long eyelashes were blinking, and there was a hint of pride in her beauty.

“Then you still haven't found any clues about the final battle?” Bai Zisheng asked.

Mo Hua nodded regretfully.

 “What are you going to do next?”

“I'll go to Dongshan Village and Lingtian to have a look when I have time. I've done some calculations and there should be clues in Lingtian.”

Even if the hundred hectares of spiritual field does not exist now, it is very likely that it was painted by the ancestor of the Sun family before.

 That is what Old Man Ding said, the "traceless" formation...

In the next few days, Mo Hua will still go to Dongshan Village when he has time.

The Sun family informed Sun Ze of his movements.

Sun Ze reported it to his father, Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family.

“Dad, what does this kid want to do?” Sun Ze said displeased.

Sun Yi frowned and said nothing.

"I sent someone to ask. That kid went to the spiritual field a few days ago and built a soil-nurturing array. He also went to an old man's house, had a meal, and then walked around the spiritual field a few times."

 “In the next few days, he went there almost every day.”

Sun Yi's eyes flashed, "You said he built a soil-nurturing formation?"

Sun Ze nodded.

Sun Yi couldn't believe it, “Such a little brat can actually practice the six-path cultivation formation?”

He looked at his son again, hating that iron could not make steel:

“You spend a little of your time on business, but now you can only draw four formations. It's an embarrassment to my Sun family!”

“Dad, you're not much better. You've already built the foundation, but you're not even a first-level formation master…”

Sun Ze was slandering in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out, let alone contradict him, so he said again:

“Dad, what do you think this little brat wants to do?”

Sun Yi's expression gradually became serious, and suddenly his eyes shone brightly:

“Formation... He is not trying to inherit my Sun family's formation...”

Sun Ze was also surprised, and then he was stunned and said in defeat:

"But, dad...what can we pass on to our family's formation?"

Aren't they all just bad street stuff?

  In other words, they deceive those mud-legged people who don't understand formations and only know how to farm.

 The formation in the field must be repaired by the Sun family.

 But anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is an ordinary earth-nurturing formation.

"Dad, forget it if you lie to others, don't lie to yourself..." Sun Ze said.

Sun Yi scolded: "What do you know? Our Sun family has a secret inheritance from our ancestors!"

 (End of this chapter)

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