Asking About Longevity Chapter 391

Chapter 391 Painting the Land

 The connection with the divine mind of the earth only lasts for a moment.

Then it will be completely disconnected.

 In the imagery, the vast land disappears, all things wither and flourish, and the vision of flowers blooming and falling fades away.

That kind of understanding of the "Tao" of the earth is just a flash in the pan.

Mo Hua himself benefited a lot. When he looked back, he found that the "Taoist Monument" had turned gray.

Mo Hua was startled.

  Finished, overused?

Mo Hua frowned and thought.

 He used the Taoist stele to visualize the divine thoughts of the earth.

The one who directly bears the eternal and vast spiritual thoughts of the earth is the Dao Monument.

Although the Taoist monument is strange, it is not able to communicate with the earth's spiritual thoughts, and it is still safe and sound.

Of course, there is another possibility that Mo Hua's own consciousness is too weak.

 Hence, the monument, as a communication medium, needs to withstand great pressure.

 Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to successfully communicate with the way of the earth and be consistent with it.

 “It's possible that the load was too heavy, so it went on strike…”

Mo Hua feels a little distressed.

 He touched the Taoist monument and said worriedly: "Don't worry..."

The monument remained silent and unresponsive, except that the surface of the monument turned gray.

Mo Hua tried to draw a formation pattern on the Taoist stele.

 The formation patterns are intermittent, appearing and disappearing.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

 The Taoist Monument is still effective, but it is just that the spiritual mind is overloaded, so it is temporarily "out of contact" and needs a period of rest.

Mo Hua then sighed again, taking warning in his heart.

Your own realm is too low. If you are not sure about communicating with your spiritual thoughts and visualizing the great road, try not to do it next time.

Even if you don't hurt yourself, it is still bad if you hurt the Taoist monument.

Mo Hua felt a little guilty and patted the Taoist monument again and said:

 “Thank you for the hard work, you should have a good rest first.”

The stele still didn't respond, and didn't seem to want to deal with the ink painting.

 Since the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness has withdrawn, the energy of ink painting has been refreshed, and I have begun to draw thick earth formations again.

This time when I painted the thick earth formation, the feeling was completely different.

 He ​​has communicated with the earth's divine thoughts with his spiritual consciousness, and has visualized the earth's ways. Now he can perceive the earth's breath very clearly.

Although without the help of Taoist stele, I cannot gain further understanding by relying on my own spiritual consciousness alone.

 But with clear perception, ink painting can easily draw thick earth formations on the ground.

 And quite calmly and with ease.

　　Even before, I could use my spiritual consciousness to communicate with the breath of the earth and draw a thick earth formation on the ground.

But the formations painted in the brush also seem to be painted in mud.

 The alignment of the formation pattern is not enough, and the flow of spiritual power is stagnant.

 But now, ink painting can really treat "earth" as "paper", and the patterns drawn are clear and stable, and integrated with the earth.

 It seems that the formation patterns drawn are originally part of the earth.

 Wherever I write, the land is there, the formation pattern is there, and the formation method is also there.

 This is the benefit of contemplating the Great Way.

 But the consequence is that the road monument "strike".

 In a short period of time, it is estimated that I will not be able to use the Taoist monument to practice formations anymore.

"no solution anymore…"

 Ink painting is a little helpless.

During this period, I can only be honest and lazy.

 The next day, Mo Hua went to see Mr. Zhuang again.

 He has mastered the thick earth formation, so he wants to check with his husband whether there will be any problems with what he draws.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the courtyard, Mo Hua found Mr. Zhuang staring at him.

Not only Mr. Zhuang, but also Mr. Puppet is looking at him.

 As if looking at something rare, his eyes are bright.

Mo Hua was a little confused and asked in a low voice:

 “Master, what are you looking at?”

“䱱…” Mr. Zhuang hesitated several times, considered his words, and asked, “Did you sense something last night?”

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

 As expected of Mr. Zhuang, nothing can be hidden from him.

Mo Hua briefly explained what happened last night and also concealed the Taoist monument.

I only said that when I was learning the thick earth formation, I realized that only by communicating with the earth's breath with spiritual consciousness can the formation be drawn on the earth.

 But after the communication, in a daze, I sensed an eternal divine thought.

 But it only lasts for a moment, and it will not be felt later.

Mr. Zhuang's eyelids jumped as he heard this.

 There is a huge gap between communicating with the earth's breath and sensing the earth's spiritual thoughts.

For example, when climbing a mountain, one is at the bottom of the mountain. After just two steps, one cannot see the whole mountain.

The other one climbed almost to the mountainside and had a glimpse of the scenery at the top of the mountain.

 These two perceptions are completely different.

 It sounds similar, but there is a huge gap between the two, separated by a huge natural chasm.

This gap is spiritual consciousness, and this chasm is the great road.

Even the old man has a clearly visible shock in his dull expression.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Mo Hua felt a little uneasy and asked:

 “Is this a good thing or a bad thing?”

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "It is a good thing, but it can also be a disaster."

 “Disaster?”

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile but not a smile:

“You can visualize the great road at a young age. If others know about it, they will definitely find a way to catch you, cut open your sea of ​​consciousness, and see what's inside…”

Mo Hua was startled and couldn't help but cover his head.

“So you remember,” Mr. Zhuang patiently warned, “you can only talk about this here once, other than that, don't tell anyone else!”

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly. Mr. Zhuang sighed inwardly.

His little apprentice seems to have more and more secrets that cannot be told.

Mo Hua asked in confusion:

“Master, what exactly is the spiritual thought that I sensed? Is it the spiritual thought of the earth? Why does the earth have spiritual thoughts? Is it also alive?”

Mr. Zhuang's eyes moved slightly and he explained the ink painting:

“Everything in the world has thoughts, and when there are thoughts, there is consciousness.”

“Humans have spiritual consciousness, demons have evil consciousness, and all other things, whether birds, animals, insects, fish, flowers, plants and trees, also have thoughts similar to 'divine consciousness'.”

“This kind of 'thought' is primitive and single, not as complex as human spiritual consciousness.”

“But once this kind of 'thought' reaches a certain level, because it is single-minded and long-lasting, it returns to its original nature and returns to its true nature. It is often closer to the Tao than the monk's spiritual consciousness that is full of selfish desires.”

 “This is the thought of the earth.”

“We usually call this huge spiritual thought that contains the Dao among all things in the world, the 'Tao Yun'!”

Mr. Zhuang looked emotional and spoke slowly.

 “Tao Yun…”

Mo Hua was greatly shocked.

With the help of the Dao stele, the spiritual thoughts that I perceive and the Dao that I visualize are...the Tao Yun of the earth!

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting silently again, "Remember what I just said."

Mo Hua nodded quickly, "Master, don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"

Mr. Zhuang nodded.

Mo Hua asked quietly again: "Master, does it mean that if you have understood the Tao Yun of the earth, you will be able to draw thick earth formations?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Isn't it?"

"no."

Mr. Zhuang said, "As long as you can feel the breath of the earth a little, you can draw thick earth formations."

“If you must understand the Dao Yuan of the Great Earth, then few people can draw this thick earth formation…”

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought:

 “Then isn't this realization of mine a bit wasted?”

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but knock Mo Hua on the head.

 “Don't just act nice when you get the advantage.”

"oh."

Mo Hua rubbed his head and smiled sheepishly.

Mr. Zhuang was a little helpless, with a smile on his face and said:

“Having realized the Tao Yun, it is not just about drawing thick earth formations on the ground, but you can draw any formations on the ground.”

“As long as the place where you drew the formation is there, the formation will be there.”

“This is also an extremely advanced formation master technique.”

Mo Hua was surprised. Then he thought about it and gradually understood.

“The land belongs to Dao Yun, and the monks were not allowed to draw formations at the beginning.”

“Because we don't know each other, Tao Yun won't give you face.”

“Now that I have “met” it, I have said hello and become familiar with it, which makes things easier for me. Dao Yun also allows me to draw formations on its territory.”

“Master, is this what you mean?”

Mr. Zhuang was confused by Mo Hua's explanation. He was silent for a long time, and then said silently:

 “You want to understand it this way...that's fine.”

Mo Hua felt happy.

 You can draw any formation on the ground!

This also means that formations can be drawn anywhere between heaven and earth. As long as there is soil, there will be formation media.

 And in the whole world, there is nothing but thick soil.

more importantly.

From now on, he will save paper money when drawing formations!

 In other words, you can save a lot of spiritual stones!

Mo Hua said silently in his heart:

 “The Taoist Monument is a little damaged, but it seems it's worth it...”

 Then Mo Hua asked Mr. Zhuang in a low voice, "Master, this thick earth formation must have a long history."

 Since it is the ultimate formation, it also needs to communicate with the breath of the earth, and even use this to visualize the Taoist aggregate of the earth.

 Although the visualization of Tao aggregates is mainly due to the contribution of Tao tablets.

  But it can be used as a medium between monks and Tao Yun, this thick earth formation is not simple.

Mr. Zhuang also whispered:

"This is the unique skill of the Di Sect. Don't tell anyone."

Mo Hua whispered again:

 “What if someone discovers it?”

 “You learn it secretly, don't worry about the origin.”

 “Is this possible?”

The old man was speechless as he looked at the master and apprentice, the older one and the younger one, who were whispering...

Mr. Zhuang continued to paint ink:

"When you get here, you've seen it by accident and learned it by accident. You don't steal or rob, and you are fair and aboveboard. What can they do to you? Even if you don't care, you are right."

"What's more..." Mr. Zhuang added, "If you don't tell them, they may not know that you are drawing a thick earth formation."

"How could they not know?" Mo Hua was startled.

“Because even their own formation masters may not be able to learn it.”

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Can't they learn their own things by themselves?"

Mr. Zhuang corrected him: "It's not their own thing, it's just something passed down from their ancestors. They are just the remaining shadow of their ancestors."

“What's more, this is a unique formation, a unique formation technique. Even if it is only a first-level one, it contains the laws of the Great Dao, which cannot be understood by ordinary formation masters.”

“You said this formation is yours, can you draw one for me to see?”

“If I can't draw it, why should I say it's yours?”

“Although the Earth Sect started out with formations, it is impossible for most of the monks in the sect to be able to defeat the formations.”

“They don't know how to do it themselves, so what can they accuse you of?”

Mo Hua said weakly: "Isn't that true? I'm a little thicker..."

 “It doesn't matter, sometimes having a thicker skin can solve the problem.”

Mr. Zhuang has the air of not changing his face even if the mountain collapses before him, and of being scolded by thousands of people but dismissive of him.

Mo Hua looked at Mr. Zhuang with an expression of admiration, and couldn't help but touch his little face:

 “It seems that I still need to be thicker-skinned...”

 The puppet on the side could not help but sigh.

 A good child is being led bad again...

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