Asking About Longevity Chapter 400

Chapter 400 Uninvited Guest

 Qianjia Town, Dongshan Village.

 After Mo Hua left, it didn't take long for a group of uninvited guests to arrive outside the village.

They stood on the mountain, looked at Dongshan Village from a distance, and then took out a golden compass, as if looking for something.

 The pointer on the compass is erratic and the direction is unclear.

They frowned and found nothing, and finally left quietly.

This group of monks came and left quickly, without disturbing the local monks.

The spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village did not know that outsiders were spying on them.

 They still care about the spiritual fields, the harvest, and their livelihood, and are thinking of ways to compete with the Sun family.

 A few days later, three more monks arrived.

A skinny old man, a middle-aged monk with a gentle face and a paper fan in his hand, and a young man in white with clear features.

 The skinny old man took out a copper coin, threw it in the air, and landed on his palm.

When he saw the copper coin hexagram, he muttered something in his mouth, and after a while he sighed:

 “It seems to be here, but I can't quite tell…”

 The middle-aged monk said: "Lao Ge calculated that the man is on the border of this state. It is only a matter of time to find him."

The skinny old man sneered, "What are you thinking about?"

 The middle-aged monk was startled.

  The old man sighed: "The loud sound is loud, but the elephant is invisible."

"When he reaches this level, let alone the same state border, even if he is in the same fairy city, you can't find him if he covers his tracks."

 “If there is no sound, it cannot be heard; if there is no form, it cannot be seen; if there is no way, it cannot be known.”

 “If he hides his anger, there is nothing we can do.”

“How can monks like us understand the calculations of heaven?”

 The middle-aged monk frowned:

“Don't you have the three-cai-yi-count copper coin given by Mr. Ge?”

 The old man weighed the copper coins in his hand and sighed:

"These three copper coins that are easy to count are good things, but it also depends on who uses them and who counts them."

“I'm not good enough, so I can use it to judge others, but if I use it to judge that person, it's just trying to do the same thing..."

 The middle-aged monk was puzzled, "Didn't it mean that his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered, his Dantian was destroyed, and his energy and blood were gone? Why is it still so troublesome?"

The skinny old man glanced at him and said, "Because he is an array master. His talent is almost demonic, and his formation skills are almost perfect."

 The middle-aged monk's eyes revealed deep fear, and he suddenly sighed:

“Then why did it end up like this?”

　　"Just leave it alone, and it's best not to ask about it. You and I are not qualified to ask about this kind of thing."

The skinny old man said calmly, "We just need to do what we are told above."

 The middle-aged monk sneered, "If you say so, we can't calculate his whereabouts, wouldn't we be unable to find him for the rest of our lives?"

 “There is still time for the lion to take a nap.”

“What's more, we are not the only ones chasing him.”

“We can fish in troubled waters and we can't find him, but we can't let others find him.”

After speaking, the old man turned back and told the young man in white next to him:

“Young master, I didn't want to take you out at first, but your father said that he would let you practice and practice, and you also wanted to come out and see the world, so I reluctantly took you with me.”

 “But, unless absolutely necessary, you must not take action.”

“Be more cautious in your actions. Even if you plant a talisman of longevity, don't take it lightly.”

“This is too complicated and involves too many forces, and I may not be able to protect you...”

 The skinny old man said the matter was very serious.

The purpose is not to let this young master do his duty, not to be too smart, and not to do anything out of the ordinary.

 Otherwise, he might not be able to hold it back.

 Soon he felt remorseful.

 Why did I get into such a mess?

This young master is twenty-three years old and in the early stages of foundation building. He is already a second-grade formation master. It can be said that he has a bright future.

Why don't you just treat it like a treasure, keep it at home for support, and let it go out to practice?

 The Taoism is dangerous, is it so easy to practice?

 It's just a poor and casual cultivator. If you don't travel and suffer a little, you won't be able to eat in the future.

You, a member of a noble family, don't have to worry about food or cultivation. Wouldn't it be nice to stay peacefully in your wealthy home?

　　　You must step out into this muddy water.

 And he himself didn't know how deep the water was.

If something serious happens, the natal longevity charm may not be able to protect your life.

 When he thought of this, the skinny old man wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

 He is also a mean-mouthed person.

 The child's father poured several jars of good wine into his mouth, and he was so drunk that he agreed to the matter without any hesitation.

 He regretted it as soon as he sobered up.

 But it's too late to regret…

The young man in white didn't know what was going on, so he solemnly said:

 “Don't worry, this junior will remember it.”

The skinny old man looked at the blank boy and couldn't bear to say anything more, so he could only sigh.

The young man in white had a hint of determination in his eyes.

He came here this time because he wanted to experience it and see what the monastic world outside the aristocratic family was like.

 Another reason is that I want to meet the rumored Mr. Zhuang.

 He is recognized as a formation genius in his family.

 At a young age, he is already a second-level formation master.

He was once complacent, feeling that the formation was nothing more than this, and that even if all the formation masters in the world were better than him, they were not much better.

 Some high-quality formation masters are just older than him and have drawn more formations than him.

 Given time, he will far surpass them.

 Until he accidentally saw Mr. Zhuang's formation handwriting in his early years and inquired about what Mr. Zhuang had done, he felt deeply his own insignificance and ignorance.

 There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside people.

 In this world, there are profound formations that he has never learned, and there are also brilliant formation masters that he has never seen.

 The way of formation is broad and profound.

 What he had learned before was just the tip of the iceberg.

 What is hidden under the iceberg is the essence of the formation, and it is also the avenue contained in the formation.

The boy in white has devoted himself more to studying formations, and now he has become a second-level formation master at a young age.

He is also the youngest second-grade formation master in the family's eight hundred years. He was somewhat grateful and admired Mr. Zhuang, and at the same time he became more and more curious.

 He wanted to know how charming Mr. Zhuang was.

 Is it just like the rumors say that he is extremely talented, arrogant, unconventional, and looks down upon all living beings?

I don't know if I can talk to Mr. Zhuang...

 The young man thought silently in his heart.

 The skinny old man tossed the copper coins a few more times.

 Still nothing has been calculated.

 I just know roughly that that person has been here.

 There is no clue why he came, what he did, and when he left.

There are no clues here, so the three of them are leaving.

 Suddenly the young man in white said "Hey".

The middle-aged monk heard this and asked:

"What's wrong?"

The young man in white pointed to the spiritual field in the distance and said, "There is a formation there."

 The middle-aged monk frowned, "That's a spiritual field, so naturally there are formations in it..."

The boy in white shook his head, "It's different."

 The middle-aged monk was slightly startled. He let go of his consciousness and sensed it for a moment, then gradually frowned.

 It is indeed a little different...

It's just a first-grade spiritual field, why is it so full of vitality?

 This does not seem to be an effect that the first-level formation can achieve...

The skinny old man also discovered the abnormality, but he was not proficient in the battle method, so he asked:

"what have you found?"

This young master is extremely talented in formations, and Mr. Zhuang is an formation master, so maybe he really discovered something.

The young man in white frowned and shook his head:

“I only know that the formation in this spiritual field is unusual, but I still can't tell why it is unusual. I need to spend some time to study it.”

 The middle-aged monk asked the old man: "Do we still have time?"

The old man said: "Whether we have time or not has nothing to do with us. It depends on the person's mood. If he is willing to give us time, we will have time. If he is not willing to give us time, then we will have no time."

 The old man thought for a moment and then said:

“Since you want to study it, just study it. It doesn't matter these days anyway.”

 The young man in white looked happy and said, "Thank you very much, senior."

 In the next few days, the three of them stayed in Qianjia Town.

The young man in white would go to the spiritual field when he had nothing to do. He wanted to know what formations were drawn in the spiritual field.

 But several days passed and there was still no progress.

 The paintings in the field are obviously simple formations such as earth-nurturing formations, but the entire spiritual field exudes a completely different vitality.

 The young man was puzzled.

Until one day, when he climbed a mountain and looked far away, with a panoramic view of the entire spiritual field, he was suddenly startled and realized.

 This entire spiritual field turns out to be a formation!

 The young man in white told the old man and the middle-aged monk about this.

The two of them were also very surprised.

The skinny old man nodded and said:

"Yes, this incredible formation does look like that person's handiwork."

 The middle-aged monk asked the young man, "Do you know what formation this is?"

 The young man shook his head.

“Isn't it a first-grade formation?” asked the middle-aged monk.

  “It's the first grade.”

 The middle-aged monk was a little surprised, "You are a second-level formation master. Do you know any first-level formations?"

The young man said nonchalantly: "This should be a first-class battle."

"Jue Zhen?" The middle-aged monk didn't understand at all, "Even if it's a Jue Zhen, isn't it still only a first-class one?"

The boy in white shook his head and said: "It's different."

 But he did not explain it in detail.

 For monks who are not formation masters, it is difficult to explain such unfamiliar things in formations.

 “What should we do now?” the middle-aged monk asked again.

The skinny old man said: "This formation can prove that that person has indeed been here. We just need to keep looking."

 Then he muttered in his heart:

“You're being chased by so many people, but you still have time to draw a formation? It's really hard to figure out what a master does…”

 The middle-aged monk was a little disappointed, "After searching for a long time, it's still the same as not finding it? What can a formation mean?"

 The middle-aged monk brushed his sleeves and left.

 The old man said to the young man in white:

“Don't worry about his impatience. Finding a perfect formation is already a big reward, and it's probably the formation that the man himself laid out, which is even more extraordinary...”

“Write down the formation pattern carefully to make sure you don't make any mistakes, and then we can set off again.”

 “Yeah.” The boy in white nodded.

 After that, he spent a day memorizing all the formation patterns in Lingtian, and then out of curiosity, he learned it himself.

 But he found that after a while, he couldn't learn...

"I think this is Mr. Zhuang's handiwork..."

The young man in white sighed and put the matter aside for the time being.

The three of them set off the next day, leaving Qianjia Town, and continued searching in the direction pointed by the skinny old man based on the three copper coins he counted.

Sancai Yi's calculation of the copper coins may not be accurate, but it is their only clue.

 After the three people left, some time later, another strange-looking person walked on the mountain road in Qianjia Town.

 He wore a bamboo hat and covered his face.

 There is no breath around the body.

 When walking, the footprints are darker and shallower, like a person walking on stilts who has not adapted to the bamboo poles under his feet.

Passers-by looked at him as if they had not seen him before, as if he did not exist at all.

This man walked along the mountain road, walked through Qianjia Town, walked through Dongshan Village, and came to the spiritual field. He took off the bamboo hat on his head and the raincoat on his body.

 Revealing a Taoist attire.

At the same time, a strange aura came from him.

   I'm a little tired and want to be lazy and take a day off, but I see everyone has voted for the monthly vote and I'm not too embarrassed...

 (End of this chapter)

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