Asking About Longevity Chapter 518

Chapter 518 Farewell

 Ink painting doesn't know anything about cause and effect and destiny.

 He only remembered one sentence:

The Taoist heart is firm and immune to all evil.

As long as you concentrate on learning the formations, understand the Dao, have a tenacious Taoist heart, constantly hone your spiritual thoughts, enhance your spiritual thoughts to the extreme, have a thorough mind, and understand the principles of all things, then all evil spirits will not be afraid.

Mo Hua continued to practice and learn formations as usual.

 But Dao Ni obviously refused to give up.

 The evil shadow of the Corpse King would occasionally appear inexplicably in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, with blood-red eyes and a cruel expression as he looked at the ink paintings.

This kind of existence is completely different from the green-faced imp or the spiritual body of the Zhang family's ancestor.

 It seems to exist, but it is nothing.

　　Obviously true, yet false.

 It is not like a real spiritual thought, as Mr. Zhuang said, it is more like a kind of causal thought that resides in the past.

 The evil shadow of the Corpse King appears repeatedly.

Mo Hua was a little surprised and worried at first, but then he remembered Mr. Zhuang's words:

“Just keep a normal mind, stick to the Dao mind, don't worry, don't be afraid, don't even think about it…”

 Ink painting doesn't matter.

The corpse king in the sea of ​​consciousness is nothing but a bronze corpse.

It's not like I've never killed a bronze corpse before.

 The ancestors of the Zhang family were all "eaten" by themselves. Although they were outnumbered and outnumbered at that time, they were somewhat defeated by force, but it is different now.

The current self, at the peak of the thirteen lines of spiritual consciousness, is different from what it used to be.

Even if they fight head-on and fight alone, they can still subdue the bronze corpse incarnated by the founder of the Zhang family.

Moreover, this corpse king was controlled by himself using the Spiritual Pivot Formation.

 Being controlled by oneself during “birth”.

　　Even after "death", you can't turn your palms out.

 Mo Hua doesn't know much about cause and effect.

 The ignorant are fearless.

 It is precisely because of "ignorance" that one is "fearless".

Because of his fearlessness, Mo Hua's spiritual thoughts were firm and his momentum was strong, and he did not take this corpse king with the aura of evil in his eyes.

 The Corpse King roared.

Mo Hua then frowned and said, "Don't bother me!"

The Corpse King was scolded by Mo Hua, and it trembled instinctively. Then it became angry and angry, with a ferocious look in its eyes. However, it really had no choice but to growl again and retreat unwillingly...

From time to time, the Corpse King appears in Mo Hua's mind.

 But Mo Hua ignored it at all, even showed disdain, and occasionally told him to get out.

 The Corpse King could only show a fierce look in his eyes and lay dormant secretly.

 Further on, the Corpse King appears less and less...

 The sea of ​​consciousness in ink painting has also become much purer.

But what he didn't know was that his fate of cause and effect was also much more dangerous...

 Nanyue City is in trouble, the corpse king is executed, Lu Chengyun is dead, the Lingshu Formation has been learned, and it is time to leave.

Before leaving, Mo Hua placed the ashes of the elders of the Xiaolingyin Sect into gold-inlaid black jade urns and handed them to Yan Jiaoxi.

Yan Jiaoxi held the ashes with an excited expression.

Then he felt a little sad and guilty, "My disciple is incompetent, so the senior elders of the sect suffered this bad fate..."

Yan Jiaoxi's eyes were red, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he could not calm down for a long time.

The anger, confusion, hard work, loneliness and depression of these years are all boiling in my chest.

 Bring the traitors to justice and recover the sect's inheritance formation.

He has been thinking about these things day and night for so many years.

 But he didn't expect that one day his dream would come true.

Yan Jiaoxi looked at the ink painting again, feeling both grateful and self-blaming. He couldn't help but sigh:

 “Thanks to you for this…”

Chase down the traitor, find out his identity, destroy his plan, make him pay with blood, comfort the master, and the spirits in heaven of the predecessors of Xiaolingyin Sect...

 This is what I should have done.

 In the end, it was only through ink painting that the grudge was settled.

And this incident also involved the Lu family, the Corpse Mine, the Corpse King, and even the Dao Ting, which had to send Dao soldiers to suppress it.

 How much danger there is here, Mo Hua didn't say it, but he could guess it.

 These dangers should have been borne by oneself...

But they all fell on Mo Hua.

 I did almost nothing.

Yan Jiaoxi felt ashamed for a moment, "As a teacher, I am really ashamed of myself..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "Teacher, you have done a lot."

Yan Jiaoxi was startled and said with a warm and wry smile:

 “You don't have to comfort me…”

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "It's not a comfort. Master told me that everything in this world has its own cause and effect. Every drink and every peck has its own laws."

“Lu Chengyun fell down to kill him, and the corpse disaster subsided. This is the good result that you can only achieve by planting good causes.”

Mo Hua had just heard some basic knowledge about cause and effect from Mr. Zhuang, so he started learning and selling it to Yan Jiaoxi.

Yan Jiaoxi frowned, "What does this have to do with me?"

 “Of course it does matter!”

 Ink painting plausibly explained:

"Without your enlightenment, I may not have embarked on the path of formations; without your introduction, I would not have become a teacher of Mr. Zhuang; without having Mr. Zhuang as my teacher, I would not have been able to learn formations so well, nor would I have known how to learn formations so well." Traveling everywhere, looking for formations.”

“I came to Nanyue City not only to find the formation, but also to find you.”

“If you are not in Nanyue City, I won't come either.”

“With your clues, we can step by step, peel off the cocoons and find out more about Zhang Quan, the Walking Corpse Village, the Corpse Mine, and the conspiracy of Lu Chengyun and the Corpse King..."

“In the end, Lu Chengyun was killed, the Corpse King was subdued, the corpse crisis was quelled, and the stolen inheritance of the Xiaolingyin Sect was regained.”

“And Lu Chengyun was killed by the Corpse King, who was controlled by the Lingshu Formation.”

“So, Lu Chengyun can be regarded as having died under the inheritance of Xiaolingyin Sect.”

“This pile, each piece, is a cycle of cause and effect.”

“Without you adhering to the concept, passing down the formation, and planting good deeds, none of this would have happened, and the corpse mine incident would not have the results it has today..."

Yan Jiaoxi was in a daze and was stunned for a long time.

Good causes and good consequences…

After a long time, he laughed and said:

 “You child, you have been able to speak since you were a child.”

The key point is that these words are well-founded and he cannot refute them.

To say this, it is indeed because at the beginning, I valued the child Mo Hua, taught him the formation, and gave him a chance. Now he can help me so much and settle the old grudge of Xiaolingyin Sect for me.

 In this way, it seems that I have accomplished nothing?

Yan Jiaoxi felt a little emotional, looking at the sincere ink paintings, his eyes were full of joy.

I can't bear to let my talent in ink painting be buried. Perhaps this is the most correct thing I have done in my life...

Yan Jiaoxi felt that the knot in his heart over the years had finally been slowly untied.

 He frowned.

 But what followed was empty loss.

Lu Chengyun died, his revenge was avenged, and his wish was fulfilled.

 He suddenly didn't know what he was going to do.

Revenge has become his obsession and the driving force for him to live for so many years. Now that the great revenge has been avenged, he suddenly feels a little confused.

The ink painting was somewhat clear, his eyes brightened slightly, and he asked in a low voice:

“Teacher, how do you want to place the ashes of these predecessors of Xiaolingyin Sect?”

Yan Jiaoxi was startled for a moment, then he thought for a moment and sighed:

"The Xiaolingyin Sect is gone, and the mountain gate has been sold, and we can't go back... I plan to find a place to build a mausoleum to house these seniors, and to pay tribute during the holidays..."

 And I was just fine, living the rest of my life in an ordinary way.

Mo Hua asked again:

 “Where is he buried?”

"this…"

Yan Jiaoxi was a little hesitant. He had not yet decided where to be buried.

These days, it is not easy to find a good piece of land, and it will cost a lot of spiritual stones.

“How about being buried in Tongxian City?” Mo Hua said.

 “Tongxian City?” Yan Jiaoxi was a little surprised.

 “Hmm.” Mo Hua nodded, patted his chest, and said confidently:

"I am very familiar with Tongxian City. Chief Zhou, Elder Yu, Mr. An, and Master Luo... I have some friendship with all the respectable monks..."

"I'll write a letter and you can take it back and explain the whole story, and they will help you."

“When the time comes, you can bury the seniors of Xiaolingyin Sect wherever you want.”

Yan Jiaoxi was stunned.

 Can a letter help me?

You don't have some friendship, your friendship has gone too far...

 But that's not right.

I remember correctly, monks like Chief Zhou, Elder Yu, and Mr. An are not only foundation-building monks, but also have very high status in Tongxian City.

 Master Luo is a senior first-level formation master...

How did Ink Painting get acquainted with them?

Even if he is a young and promising first-grade formation master, his network of contacts is not so wide...

 Yan Jiaoxi was a little dazed.

 What happened in Tongxian City in the two or three years since I left?

Mo Hua, this kid, has such a big reputation now?

 “Teach?” Mo Hua shouted.

 Yan Jiaoxi came to his senses.

 “What do you think?” Mo Hua asked.

Yan Jiaoxi hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Tongxian City, the mountains are not rich, so..."

 Ink painting selling Guanzi said:

“Don't worry, Tongxian City is no longer what it used to be. You'll know when you go back.”

Yan Jiaoxi was a little confused, but he didn't ask in detail.

 Under the current circumstances, placing these seniors of the Xiaolingyin Sect in Tongxian City is already the best choice.

 “Okay.” Yan Jiaoxi nodded.

Mo Hua looked happy, and then asked: "Jiao Xi, do you want to rebuild the Xiaolingyin Sect?"

  Rebuilding... Xiaolingyin Sect?

Yan Jiaoxi's heart trembled, he turned his head and looked at the ink painting in disbelief. Mo Hua said: "Of course, this kind of thing cannot be rushed, we can do it step by step..."

“When you return to Tongxian City, you can teach the casual cultivators the formation method first. When there are more disciples learning the formation method, you can then slowly build the mountain gate..."

“Elder Yu will definitely be willing to help you with this kind of thing.”

“There will be no problem with Daotingsi.”

“As for the formation master, Master Luo and Elder Qian will also support you...”

“It's just time. It may take a little longer. After all, it's a matter of building a sect. It can't be accomplished overnight. It requires long-term persistence and even the efforts of several generations..."

 The ink painting explains everything clearly.

Yan Jiaoxi's heart was racing for a moment, but he was still a little hesitant. Apparently he had many concerns and didn't know how to make a decision.

Mo Hua said in a deep voice:

“Rebuild the Xiaolingyin Sect, inherit the formation, and carry it forward. These senior elders of the Xiaolingyin Sect will have more disciples to worship them in the future..."

 Inherit the formation and carry it forward, with more disciples worshiping...

Yan Jiaoxi's heart beat violently.

 In his eyes, the confusion dissipated, and hope and desire arose again.

The words of ink painting are all here.

 He knew that Yan Jiaoxi had already made a decision, and he didn't need to say anything else about what happened next.

 Strict teaching respects teachers and the teachings, and takes the inheritance of formations very seriously.

For so many years, he has tracked down traitors like Lu Chengyun and never gave up. Now that the opportunity to revitalize the sect and inherit the formation is right in front of him, Yan Jiaoxi will not give up.

 Even if there are many difficulties, he will find a way to overcome them.

 A few days later, Yan Jiaoxi set off.

He wanted to return to Tongxian City and choose a beautiful place to bury the ancestors of the Xiaolingyin Sect.

 At the same time, the idea of ​​rebuilding the Xiaolingyin Sect and inheriting the formation gradually took root in his mind.

Mo Hua gave me a lot of formation books, as well as some of his own formation experience.

The ink drawings of the Lingshu Formation were also broken down one by one, from simple to complex, from shallow to deep, with clear notes.

 Easy to learn and teach.

 This formation map was also handed over to Yan Jiaoxi.

Yan Jiaoxi took it solemnly, his hands trembling a little.

In addition, Mo Hua also sent some specialties from Nanyue City, dry food for the road, and some poison-avoiding pills, miasmpreventing pills, demon-expelling pills and other pills for evasion.

Mo Hua has been sending Yan Jiaoxi outside the city.

 Along the way, Mo Hua's little mouth chattered endlessly and kept telling:

 “You need to order an item first…”

“After finalizing the product, it will be much easier to do things.”

“There are many people in Tongxian City, so the ordering is smoother. The Daoting Division also has a special car to pick up and drop off..."

"If you decide to have a good product, you should first find a way to build the foundation. It doesn't matter if you borrow some spiritual stones... You can go to Yu... No, Elder Yu is relatively poor. You go to Mr. An. The An family is very rich. Their young master is also called An Xiao. Fu, you are familiar with me..."

“Once you become a foundation-building monk and your spiritual consciousness reaches the twelve lines, you can learn the Spiritual Pivot Formation.”

 “Learn little by little, don't rush, start from the simplest and go step by step...”

Yan Jiaoxi was a little bit dumbfounded, but he also felt warm in his heart.

 He benefited a lot from ink painting.

He, as a teacher, now has to learn the formation from his disciples...

 Yan Jiaoxi was filled with emotion and relief.

 After Mo Hua finished talking about the formation, he started talking about other things:

 “Go back and say hello to my parents for me...”

“Just say that everything is fine with me, I eat well, drink well, sleep well, feed myself well, learn formations very well, and haven't encountered any danger, so they don't have to worry...”

“There are also Elder Yu, Grandpa Feng, Master Chen, uncles and uncles of monster hunters...”

"There are also Dahu Dazhu and the others..."

 “You can also ask for me...”

Mo Hua talked about a bunch of people in one breath.

 “Okay, please slow down...”

Yan Jiaoxi could hardly remember it anymore. He sighed in his heart. Is this kid so popular...

Unconsciously, the two of them arrived at the city gate.

I have to say goodbye to you after a long journey, and my ink painting also needs to say goodbye to Yan Jiaoxi.

 When it was time to say goodbye, I didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was a bit silent for a while.

Mo Hua's eyes flickered, a little reluctant to give up.

Yan Jiaoxi looked deeply at the ink painting, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of the ink painting in his heart.

 After a moment, he patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and said with hope:

"Study well!"

 “Yeah!” Mo Hua nodded.

Yan Jiaoxi then waved his hand and said warmly:

 “Okay, go back, I'm leaving.”

He picked up his luggage and set foot on the mountain road, leaving Nanyue City. He only occasionally looked back. When he saw Mo Hua still standing at the city gate, he waved his hand to signal Mo Hua to go back. After walking a few steps, he turned back and waved...

 The mountains and fields are vast.

 The figure of Yan Jiaoxi gradually faded away and disappeared into the rugged mountains.

The ink painting looked solemn, looking at the mountains in the distance, and bowed deeply...

Just like that time, he and Yan Jiaoxi said goodbye at the foot of the mountain in Tongxian City.

Yan Jiaoxi bid farewell to ink painting, left Nanyue City, and walked northwest along the mountain road alone. Passing several mountain peaks, he saw several connected mines.

 In the mine, there is a huge mine shaft.

 At this time, the mines were being mined, and the noise was a bit lively.

Although the mine repair work in the mine is hard work, the bitterness, depression and pain are no longer on the face.

 On the contrary, there is more hope.

The hope that as long as you rely on your own efforts, you can live a better life.

This is completely different from the scene he saw when he came.

Yan Jiaoxi also remembered what Mo Hua said about planting good causes and reaping good results.

 Are mines considered a kind of good deed?

　　If I had not cultivated good karma back then, would the mines today still be the same as before, with people living like zombies during the day, and zombies living like humans at night, working like humans?

Maybe I can't see the scene in front of me...

 Yan Jiaoxi was somewhat relieved.

“Yeah, I don't count either, I've accomplished nothing…”

 My abilities are indeed limited and I cannot help many people.

 Without access to the Dharma, you cannot kill the evildoers.

The formation ability is average, he doesn't know any advanced formations, and he can't build large-scale formations.

 If you can do it yourself, you just have to pass on the formation.

 Let those who are talented in formations avoid wasting time.

 Let people who have the ability to benefit others not be buried.

 As long as there are multiple good causes, more good fruits will naturally be produced...

 When he thought of this, Yan Jiaoxi's eyes suddenly widened.

 My life is limited, but there are still many things I can do!

 He turned back again and took a look in the direction of Nanyue City.

Hooded by the mountains, he could no longer see the ink painting in front of the city gate.

 But the figure of the ink painting was still imprinted in his mind.

This is the first and only young monk who, in the realm of Qi refining, can learn the first-grade twelve-line spirit pivot formation of the Xiao Lingyin Sect.

I don't know what achievements this child will have in the future...

Yan Jiaoxi's eyes were full of hope.

 In Nanyue City, a few days later.

  Yan Jiaoxi has left, and Mo Hua is leaving too.

 He has already said goodbye to Elder Su, Situ Fang, Qing Lan, Yang Jishan and others.

 Elder Su was very reluctant to part with him.

 He still liked Mo Hua very much and gave Mo Hua a bunch of good tea.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "You gave me so much?"

"Hmm." Elder Su said sadly, "You can take them all. Now that you're gone, there's no point in me drinking it alone. These good teas are too weak in taste."

Mo Hua then nodded and said, "It's better to drink less tea and spend more time on your son."

Elder Su blushed, "What son?"

Mo Hua looked at him silently.

Elder Su smiled and then sighed:

 “It's hard to look back on the past, they are all here to collect debts.”

 Just in his eyes, there was still a bit of pity.

Situ Fang and Qing Lan also sent some things to Mo Hua and invited:

“I must be a guest at Situ's house when I have time, so that I can show my kindness as a landlord.”

Mo Hua said: "It must be true."

Yang Jishan felt a little regretful.

 What a great talent.

It would be great if you could enter the Dao Military Division!

 They, the Yang family, all have the same ideas.

 At the same time, he also said something similar to Yang Jiyong:

"If you want to join the Taoist Army in the future, please give me the name of the Yang family and we will protect you!"

Mo Hua smiled and thanked: "Thank you, Uncle Yang!"

 Everything was ready, Mo Hua, his junior senior brother and junior senior sister, as well as Mr. Puppet and Mr. Zhuang, sat in the cart pulled by Dabai and set foot on the new road with the sound of horse hooves ticking.

The road is rough, but the car is stable and stable.

Mo Hua asked: "Master, where should we go next?"

 “Always to the south.”

 “To the south?”

 “Yeah.” Mr. Zhuang nodded, “That's almost it.”

 He looked at the ink painting with a distant look:

 “It's time to build the foundation...”

   Thanks to Yunze Hanfeng, PYHuang, Qingfeng Yeranmingyuechou for the reward~

 (End of this chapter)

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