Asking About Longevity Chapter 402

Chapter 402 Eighth Floor

 “Who is this person? What is his name?”

 “I should remember…”

 “But why can't I remember?”

 “Why can't I remember?!”

 "Sun Yi" was talking madly and thinking painfully.

He covered his forehead with both hands, grabbed his scalp, and scratched hard until his head bled and his face was torn. He was still thinking hard.

 After a moment, he slowly stopped.

 There was a hint of cold determination in his eyes.

He dipped his finger in his own blood and drew a trembling pattern on his forehead.

The formation pattern is strange and bright red. It is not a conventional formation, but a magic pattern from the Demon Sect.

 After the magic pattern was formed, it seemed to come to life, sucking in Sun Yi's blood and spiritual thoughts.

Sun Yi gritted his teeth, his blood gradually weakened, but his thoughts gradually became clearer.

 The fog shrouding my memory gradually dissipated.

 He finally remembered something.

 “There is also a…little apprentice…”

 “Little apprentice…”

"What is your name?"

"Sun Yi" had a look of pain on his face, as if he was being severely tortured. Finally, he thought about it bit by bit:

 “Ink...painting!”

 Ink painting!

 Sun Yi's eyes were excited at first, and then confused.

"Why?"

“Hide this name so deeply?”

 “Who is this son?”

A smiling face appeared in Sun Yi's memory.

 This is the smiling face of a teenage monk.

 Innocent, yet kind and lovely.

 At the same time, his understanding of ink painting gradually became clearer.

"Seventh level of Qi refining, first-level formation master, foundation of spiritual consciousness..."

"Sun Yi" trembled in his heart.

 Establishing the foundation of spiritual consciousness?

I see…

 “The talent is so terrifying, no wonder it has to be hidden...”

"Sun Yi" sneered, smiled, and then the smile gradually disappeared.

 “What was I thinking about just now?”

 “Who erased my memory?”

"Sun Yi" was slightly angry, but endured the severe pain of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and returned to the fog to seek the truth he had just forgotten.

 Once again, he remembered the name of Mo Hua.

 Then again, I saw Mo Hua's smiling face.

 My understanding of ink painting has become clear again.

“Seven levels of qi refining, foundation of spiritual consciousness…”

Before he could react, the memory got stuck and was lost again.

"Sun Yi"'s eyes were cold.

How to hide this child so deeply...

 Junior brother, what exactly are you going to do?

 He thought and remembered again.

“Seven levels of qi refining, foundation of spiritual consciousness…”

 Unexpectedly, the memory will be erased here.

Every time it is erased, the memory becomes fainter, and every time it is faded, it becomes blurred.

 After I don't know how many times, I only have two vague concepts of “refining the seventh level of Qi, building the foundation...”.

“The seventh level of Qi refining, the foundation has not been established yet…”

 “Sun Yi” nodded.

 Immediately I thought, isn't this nonsense?

 At the seventh level of Qi Refining, naturally the foundation has not yet been established.

 But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't think of anything.

 “Are you a little apprentice who just makes up the numbers?”

Sun Yi murmured.

He simply stopped caring about it and just remembered Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Puppet, and the Bai family brothers and sisters, and then nodded.

Sun Yi took off his coat and wiped the blood on his face and body.

 Then he tore off the dirty old Taoist robe from the dead Sun Ji and put it on himself.

 “It fits now.”

Sun Ji is tall and thin, while Sun Yi is of medium build and slightly fat.

 The Taoist robe fits him just right.

"Sun Yi" opened the door again. It was dark and he walked out alone.

The disciples of the Sun family were startled when they saw him.

Because he was wearing an old Taoist robe, he looked very strange.

Some disciples saluted and said hello to Sun Yi, but he ignored them as if he had not seen them or heard them, and continued to walk out on his own, with his steps moving slowly and slowly.

Sun Yi walked all the way out of the Sun family gate.

Then he walked along the main road in Qianjia Town and walked into the distance without looking back, disappearing at the end of the vast mountain peaks.

This is the last time the disciples of the Sun family saw their master.

The spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village also spread rumors that Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, was wearing the Taoist robe of a dead man and limped away, as if his soul had been taken away by something.

Most people speculated that Sun Yi violated the ancestral precepts and was taken away to the underworld by the ancestor of the Sun family to be punished.

Sun Yi never came back after that.

 No one has seen him again.

 While "Sun Yi" was deducing Mo Hua's identity, Mr. Zhuang in the carriage also opened his eyes.

“Master, do you want some tea?” Mo Hua asked in a clear voice.

Mr. Zhuang likes to take a nap. When he wakes up, he likes to take a sip of tea.

Master's preferences, Mo Hua remembers them very clearly.

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

Mo Hua poured him a cup of tea.

Mr. Zhuang seemed a little tired. After drinking Mo Hua's tea, he felt better and asked:

 “Mo Hua, how do people die?”

　　Mo Hua was just stunned.

Even Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked puzzled.

They didn't know why Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked such a question.

　　“Uh…will you die if you are killed?”

Mo Hua said silently. "You will die when you are hungry, and you will die when you are old..." Bai Zisheng said.

 “What's the bottom line?”

Mo Hua remembered what Mr. Zhuang said about monks' spiritual power, blood and spiritual consciousness, and tried to say:

“A monk will die if his physical body fails, if his Qi sea is shattered, he will die, if his spiritual consciousness dies, he will die…”

“In the final analysis, the monk's death is related to these three things?”

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

“If someone kills you, they will start with these three things, either destroying your physical body, shattering your Qi sea, or destroying your consciousness.”

Mo Hua's heart trembled, "Master, does someone want to kill me?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Be prepared."

“Oh.” Mo Hua nodded, thought for a moment, and then said doubtfully:

"Master, I understand that killing people through the physical body and the sea of ​​qi. Ordinary monastic martial arts or magic can destroy the human body, corrode the meridians, and destroy the sea of ​​qi. But killing people through spiritual consciousness...how to kill?"

“There are many ways.” Mr. Zhuang said.

 He looked at the ink painting, then at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, and said patiently:

“One is the spiritual consciousness spell, which uses spiritual consciousness to condense the spell and damages other people's spiritual consciousness.”

"This kind of spell is extremely rare. Don't learn it or use it easily. If you use it for a long time, your spiritual consciousness will be easily damaged."

“Furthermore, these types of spells are secretly taught in ancient times and require talent, so they generally cannot be learned.”

“The second type is spiritual consciousness parasitism, which divides the spiritual consciousness and parasitizes it on other monks.”

"This is a magic trick. You should not learn it, let alone use it."

"The third type is the pollution of spiritual consciousness. In ancient times, some indescribable and filthy spiritual thoughts were sealed to pollute other people's spiritual consciousness, causing other people's will to degenerate, their spiritual consciousness to become abnormal, and even the sea of ​​consciousness to collapse, making them inhuman. Ghost or not…"

“This is killing someone with a borrowed knife. But when you pollute others, you are also polluting yourself.”

“If other people's spiritual consciousness is contaminated, your spiritual consciousness will not be clean either. It's just that you don't know it.”

 “So it's best not to use this method.”

“There are other ways to kill people with spiritual consciousness, but most of them are weird and offbeat, and I don't know much about them.”

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he looked at the three disciples and warned:

"The reason why I tell you this is that I hope you will be careful."

 “Most of the means that can harm the physical body and spiritual power are visible;”

“But the danger of spiritual consciousness is often invisible.”

“There are many invisible and indescribable horrors in this world, but the monks' spiritual consciousness is weak, so they are not aware of them at all.”

“So you must be extremely careful about things related to spiritual consciousness.”

“Don't peep at people who can't be peeped at, don't peep at things that can't be peeped at.”

“When you meet a strange person, don't talk to him, don't get entangled with him, and don't look into his eyes…”

 The three disciples all looked serious and nodded.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said quietly:

“Master, if you are parasitized by someone else's spiritual consciousness, is there any way to kill other people's spiritual consciousness?”

Mo Hua thought of the little ghost in the visualization.

It jumps to the sea of ​​​​consciousness painted in ink, trying to occupy the magpie's nest, using the sea of ​​​​consciousness painted in ink as a hotbed.

Although Mo Hua used the Taoist monument to suppress the little ghost, after many twists and turns, he finally "ate" the little ghost.

 But I am also a little confused and do not know what is going on.

Although Taoist monuments are easy to use, they should not be relied on too much.

 Otherwise, once the Taoist monument fails and you are parasitized by an imp like before, it will be very dangerous.

 So Mo Hua wants to know if there is any way to deal with parasitic spiritual thoughts without the help of Taoist monuments.

 The formation seems to be possible, but it is slow to draw the formation, and you can only stay in the formation without coming out, so it is still relatively passive.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked at Mo Hua in surprise.

 The way their little junior brother thinks is really...different from ordinary people.

Mr. Zhuang was not surprised, but nodded and said: "Yes."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, “Then…”

 “I can't teach you yet.”

Mo Hua sighed, a little disappointed, but then expected again:

 “Master, when can I teach?”

Mr. Zhuang's gaze is meaningful:

“When your consciousness becomes stronger, I will teach you.”

 “Stronger?”

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "All means of dealing with spiritual thoughts must be based on the strength of spiritual consciousness..."

“As long as the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the danger in the spiritual consciousness will naturally not be a danger.”

 “If the spiritual consciousness is strong, all evil will not invade!”

Mr. Zhuang said in a deep voice.

With a strong spiritual consciousness, all evil will not invade...

Mo Hua muttered silently, and then nodded expectantly:

 “Okay, Master!”

 Since then, I have been even more diligent in learning formations in ink painting.

Without the help of Taoist monuments, he could only use all his time to practice the thick earth formation.

 As long as the carriage stopped, he would draw a formation on the ground.

 Along the way, there are formations he left on the rocks and land.

 He even brought some soil and went to the carriage to paint.

 Practice the thick earth formation with eleven patterns over and over again.

 Ink painting uses this to constantly hone one's spiritual consciousness.

He was vaguely aware of a sense of urgency.

 Mr. Zhuang never makes mistakes without aim.

 Mr. Mister must have anticipated something when he raised his consciousness.

Divinity kills people…

 That means someone may kill themselves with spiritual consciousness.

 In this case, it is necessary to prepare for a rainy day.

 The spiritual consciousness is powerful and invincible to all evil!

The stronger your spiritual consciousness is, the safer you will be...

 Ink painting was practiced without sleep and food, and the spiritual consciousness increased significantly, but the distance from the twelve lines was still a little short...

And no matter how hard you practice the formation, it seems to have little effect.

 Ink painting is a little helpless.

On this day, Mo Hua got up early, faced the rising sun, and practiced regularly.

 Suddenly, the sea of ​​​​qi trembled slightly.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then he was happy again.

He quickly took out the spiritual stone, constantly absorbing spiritual energy, refining spiritual power, running his meridians, and accumulating spiritual power in the sea of ​​qi.

I don't know how long it took, but my spiritual power solidified and my breath strengthened.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile brightly.

 Having reached the eighth level of Qi refining!

 And more than that.

 After the realm is broken through, spiritual consciousness will also increase.

Although compared to his foundation-building spiritual consciousness, his realm is only refining Qi. After the realm is broken through, the increase in spiritual consciousness is not much.

 But these few spiritual consciousnesses made up for the slight gap, allowing his spiritual consciousness to cross the threshold and successfully reach the twelve lines!

 The morning glow splashes over the mountains and onto the ink paintings.

 At this time, Mo Hua was fourteen years old, had reached the eighth level of Qi refining, and had established twelve lines of spiritual consciousness!

 (End of this chapter)

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