Asking About Longevity Chapter 519

Chapter 519 Can't be calculated

 “Build the foundation!”

 The eyes of the ink painting are shining.

 He has been waiting for this day for a long time!

When he thought that he would soon be able to build a foundation, Mo Hua couldn't help but squint his eyes and smile, with a naive little face, like a cat leisurely basking in the sun.

Bai Zixi looked at it with gentle eyes and a slight smile on her lips.

Bai Zisheng curled his lips:

 “It's nothing, just building a foundation, so I'm so happy...”

“You are my junior brother, so your ambitions must be long-term. At least you should be a golden elixir, or an immortal…”

Mo Hua was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Now that he is in a good mood, he doesn't care about his younger brother anymore.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at Mo Hua gently, smiled slightly, thought of something, and said slowly:

“Don't be too happy too early. Your foundation building is different from ordinary people. It may not be that easy...”

Mo Hua was startled and whispered:

“Is it because of the bottleneck of spiritual consciousness?”

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

Mo Hua frowned and calculated carefully.

According to what Mr. Zhuang said before, his path of cultivation is to first cultivate his spiritual consciousness to the middle stage of foundation building, around the fourteenth pattern.

Then use the rule of doubling your spiritual awareness through cultivation breakthroughs to cross a large level in one fell swoop, directly increasing your spiritual awareness to the late stage of foundation building.

As to whether it has seventeen lines, eighteen lines, or nineteen lines, it's hard to say.

However, even if there are only seventeen lines, it is quite outrageous.

 In the early stage of foundation building, there will be spiritual consciousness in the late stage of foundation building.

This also means that in the way of formations, Mo Hua has just entered the second level, and he has enough spiritual consciousness to learn the high-level formations of the second level!

 The entire skill of ink painting relies on spiritual consciousness.

 Having strong spiritual awareness, in addition to formations, body skills and spells will benefit.

But this is just an idea of ​​ink painting.

 Whether this is really the case is hard to say.

Because as Mr. Zhuang said, there are very few monks who have realized the Tao with spiritual consciousness. There are not enough precedents to use as a reference, and it is impossible to know what changes will happen behind this road.

Moreover, the bottleneck between the thirteenth and fourteenth lines of spiritual consciousness is much more difficult than Mo Hua imagined.

The thirteenth to the fourteenth lines seem to be only one line apart.

But it is the bottleneck from the early stage of foundation building to the middle stage of foundation building.

 And ink painting is just for refining qi.

Now he is still practicing formations every day, and his spiritual consciousness is slowly increasing, but no matter what, he is still only at the peak of the thirteen lines.

 Between the thirteenth and fourteenth lines, it looks like a natural chasm.

  No matter how much spiritual consciousness is enhanced, it seems to be just a drop in the bucket.

 It is impossible to break through the bottleneck and reach the realm of the fourteenth pattern.

I don't know how long it will take to practice the fourteenth pattern. Even if I learn the thirteenth pattern, the speed will probably be very slow...

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at the ink painting, smiled gently, and said calmly:

"A thousand miles begins with a single step."

 “Don't feel hesitant because the road ahead is bumpy and long.”

“As long as this is the road you want to take, there is no need to hesitate. All you have to do is focus on it and walk step by step..."

“You will understand many things as you walk.”

“And many opportunities and turning points can only be discovered on the road.”

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly and he nodded.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi again, and said warmly:

"The situation of the Bai family is complicated, so I can't say more, but these words are the same to you."

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both raised their hands and said, "Okay, Master."

But Bai Zixi was thoughtful, and Bai Zisheng was still a little confused.

 In the days that followed, Mo Hua continued to draw formations.

 Boring, mechanical, repetitive.

 Seems boring.

 But every time I draw it, I become more proficient in the pattern and understand it more deeply.

 Things that happen by chance should be settled as they come, and cannot be forced.

 But practicing formations is something you can do yourself.

 Ink painting gradually calmed down.

 In the days and nights before, the ink paintings were done like this.

 In the long time to come, ink paintings will continue like this...

 He took Mr. Zhuang's words to heart.

A thousand miles begins with a single step.

 Just keep your mind focused, go step by step, and draw over and over again...

After Mo Hua left, Nanyue City gradually calmed down.

The monks from all sides of the Taoist court who were ordered to suppress the corpse mine gradually dispersed.

 Only the skinny old man, middle-aged monks, Master Yun and a group of monks were still gathered together.

 Their purpose was not to create a corpse mine.

The skinny old man sighed:

“It is now clear and conclusive that it was not we who calculated the trace of that person, but that person who deliberately revealed the cause and effect and led us here.”

“It's said to be attracting, but actually it's more like calling us here…”

Some monks said displeasedly: "When we are spiritual pets, we are summoned just when we are called?"

 “This is the truth.”

 “What truth? I think it's bullshit?”

 “The key is, they summoned us and worked in vain…”

“What do you mean by working in vain? The King of Corpses and Dao Evil, how big of a cause and effect is this, and how big of a disaster will it be if it is not resolved?”

 “Yes, in my opinion, this is a good thing...”

“That's what I say, but are you so willing to be fooled?”

 “Otherwise? What can you do?”

 There was some noise in the hall for a while.

The respected white-haired old man signaled everyone to be silent, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"No matter what, the man who brought us here to suppress the corpse mine, solve the evil chaos, and avoid the devastation of all life in the state boundary is also a good deed in accordance with the will of heaven."

 “Everyone has contributed to this battle.”

"As for that person, even though he is arrogant and looks down on all living beings, he is still a moral person."

Among the people, some people agree with it, and some people disdain it.

 Master Yun, on the other hand, nodded seriously.

The white-haired old man added: "The question now is, where did that man go?"

 Everyone looked at each other, frowning in thought.

Someone asked: "Is there any trace of that person in Nanyue City?"

 “No…at least, I didn't find it.”

 “We didn't find any clues either…”

 “There is no trace of…”

“There seems to be no monk in the entire Nanyue City who has seen that man's appearance or knows his whereabouts…”

“So, has he been here before?”

 “It looks like he hasn't been here before.”

 “If he had never been here, how could he know about the corpse mine?”

“You don't think that he can know these things only if he comes here in person and sees it with his own eyes, do you? You underestimate him too much...”

 Many monks nodded secretly.

 A monk said: "I'm just wondering, could all of this be part of that person's plan?"

"Including the evil deeds of the Corpse King, the suppression of the corpse mine battle, Lu Chengyun's conspiracy, and the little formation master who made the Corpse King surrender. Are his every move also included in that person's calculations? .”

 “If that's true, it would be terrible…”

“If this is really the case, we will never see that person's face in our lifetime.”

"Be content. Tianshu Pavilion has been tracking down the person for hundreds of years, but there is no clue about that person. Now that we are gathered here, experiencing this kind of thing is the closest we have been to that person."

 “The scheming is too deep…”

"really…"

“Speaking of which, that little formation master is really not simple.”

"yes…"

“I don't know where such a powerful little formation master came from…”

Everyone was amazed.

"Speaking of the small formation master..." someone frowned and thought, "...there is also a small formation master in Tongxian City. It is said that the small formation master set up a large formation and killed the great demon Feng Xi..."

 Everyone was quiet for a while.

Someone said with a serious face: "Would you rather believe this than believe that I am the reincarnation of Taoist Master?"

 “Are you worthy of being reincarnated in your mother's life?”

 “You dare to scold me?”

“So, a small formation master is setting up a big formation. What do you think the big formation is?”

“Indeed, isn't the grand formation child's play?”

A monk frowned and said: "But...I heard from the elders of Tianshu Pavilion that a big demon was indeed born in Tongxian City, the border of the second-grade Black Mountain State, and someone did set up a large formation to suppress the big demon..."

"Is there any need to say this? The cause and effect of that person appeared in Tongxian City. So it's not that the small formation master set up a large formation to kill the big demon, but that there is that person behind it..."

 Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused.

Everyone present also realized that something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, their faces turned pale.

 Tongxian City, there is that person behind...

The matter of Nanyue City was also the man who pushed the man behind ...

There are small formation masters in Tongxian City, and there are also small formation masters in Nanyue City...

 An astonishing guess emerged in everyone's mind:

This little formation master couldn't be...that little formation master...

 In this case, the person behind this small formation master is...the person they are looking for? !

 What is their relationship?

 A middle-aged monk swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty:

“This little formation master, does it mean that...he also has a master?”

　Everybody's hearts jumped suddenly.

Master? !

 This little formation master is that person's disciple? !

 What does it mean to have no clues?

 What does it mean to have no trace?

That man's disciples appeared in front of them openly and openly, suppressing the Corpse King together, quelling the Corpse Troubles, and even chatted and ate together.

Before leaving, did you, the likes of you, say goodbye to him? ?

 The monks present were a little unable to accept it for a moment.

 After a while, someone said:

“Could it be that Mr. Zhuang has been in the city all this time?”

“You have to call 'that person', not Mr. Zhuang, otherwise he will know about it.”

 “If you call me that, he won't know?”

Everyone was silent, and then they all sighed.

 That's all, Mr. Zhuang, just be Mr. Zhuang.

They call "that man" just like deceiving others, they can only deceive themselves...

“Tell me, when Mr. Zhuang left Nanyue City in that big white horse-drawn carriage that day, Mr. Zhuang... was in the car..."

　　It would be better not to say this.

As soon as he said this, everyone was filled with bitterness and regret.

 The person he was looking for was right in front of them, and he drove away in a carriage in front of them.

 They went to say goodbye without knowing anything.

Some monks didn't believe it: “It's impossible, it can't be such a coincidence.”

The skinny old man shook his head and said, "With his Qi refining skills, he can draw a first-class ultimate formation. No one else can teach such a disciple except Mr. Zhuang."

Master Yun's expression also showed some emotion.

“Furthermore,” the skinny old man continued, “this young gentleman also has a pair of senior brothers and sisters named Bai.”

"These two young monks are amazingly talented, but they are hard to see through."

 “That girl has a fierce temperament, not flashy, but not simple at all. As for that little boy...”

The skinny old man's eyes showed deep fear, "The Tao method used is the Guilong Spear!"

"From Long Daofa, the Bai family, I think you can understand what this means without me saying more..." Everyone was in awe.

 The Bai family in Qianzhou is really a huge thing...

“But what does the Bai family have to do with that person?” a monk asked.

The skinny old man sighed: "The Bai family does have some connection with Mr. Zhuang, but it's best not to inquire about this matter. The Bai family is not something we can afford to offend."

“So, this young gentleman is indeed Mr. Zhuang's disciple?”

The skinny old man was a little shocked and a little unbelievable, and couldn't help but sigh:

 “That should be it…”

 The atmosphere suddenly became more silent.

They are determined to find Mr. Zhuang and find a way to find out the secrets of Mr. Zhuang.

 But after experiencing everything in the corpse mine, they really didn't want to be enemies with this young gentleman.

 Suddenly someone asked:

"Who is this young gentleman? Where did he come from? Does he have a family or a sect? Why was he accepted as a disciple by Mr. Zhuang? If I remember correctly, Mr. Zhuang has not accepted a disciple for a long time..."

 Everyone frowned.

 “This young gentleman…”

Someone just spoke, and suddenly he was startled, "...what is this young gentleman's name?"

 “Are you stupid? This young gentleman's last name is...”

Another person also suddenly got stuck.

 What's your last name?

"white?"

 “That's the last name of his senior brother and sister.”

“It's strange, I still remember his senior brother and sister, why can't I remember him?”

 “I don't know the name, and I can't remember the face either…”

Someone was suddenly startled, "What did this young gentleman do?"

This time, everyone was confused.

 A picture emerged in their minds:

 Under the **** sky, corpses danced wildly, and the Corpse King confronted the young gentleman.

They still remembered the various emotions such as heart palpitations, shock, and disbelief at that time, but what exactly this young gentleman did and what happened after that were all blurred.

The white-haired old man thought for a moment and sighed:

“Mr. Zhuang, there is a fog in the cause and effect, and we don't have enough consciousness to peek..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

 “Is there such a way?”

 “Wouldn't that mean there are no clues at all?”

 “Senior, is there anything you can do?”

The white-haired old man frowned in thought, and then said slowly: "It may be possible to catch a glimpse of the leopard and see something..."

 “Senior, can you…”

The white-haired old man shook his head and said helplessly:

“I am getting old, my consciousness has declined, and I can no longer calculate…”

 Everyone looked at each other.

Someone looked at the skinny old man and said, "Senior Wen, why don't you count?"

 The skinny old man was startled, "Should I count?"

The man nodded and said: "You are the one who is proficient in calculations here."

 “But…” The skinny old man looked troubled.

The man continued: "You still have three talents who can easily count the copper coins to support you. You can't count Mr. Zhuang, but you can count his young disciples. There should be no problem."

Others also echoed: "Senior Wen, you have worked hard."

 The skinny old man feels bitter in his heart.

 The rafters at the beginning rot first.

How come this unlucky job happened to me?

The skinny old man wanted to refuse, but there were so many monks present, all of whom were well-known and had families and sects. If he ignored them, he might be jealous of them.

 “Forget it, let's forget it.”

And he himself also wanted to know where this young gentleman came from.

He was able to make Mr. Zhuang, who has an eye above his head, accept him as his disciple.

It can also prevent Mr. Zhuang from getting into the fog and covering up his cause and effect.

The skinny old man took out the copper coin, his spiritual consciousness poured out, and he spoke eloquently. The copper coin was turned over in an orderly manner, and finally settled.

The skinny old man held the copper coin, put it on his forehead, and closed his eyes to feel.

 But in the vision of spiritual consciousness, there is a fog.

 After half a day, I still don't know anything.

The skinny old man opened his eyes, sighed, and said helplessly: "The secret has indeed been covered up, it's a fog, nothing can be calculated, it is indeed Mr. Zhuang's handiwork..."

Everyone was a little disappointed when they heard this.

This young gentleman may have clues about Mr. Zhuang.

  And it's very crucial.

If it cannot be calculated, there is nothing we can do.

The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "I can't even count Mr. Zhuang. How come I can't even figure out his disciples..."

“Senior Wen, how about you change the direction and do the math again?”

“That's right, don't count him, count his parents, relatives, friends and other people around him, or maybe count his past, where he lives, where he has been?”

 “Just a little trace will do.”

 The skinny old man scolded them in his heart.

Let yourself do this kind of unfortunate thing all by yourself.

 He is not without temper either.

The skinny old man said: "My abilities are limited. If you want me to continue doing calculations, I need to lend you your calculator."

Having said this, some people hesitated.

 Spiritual weapons that contain the principles of heaven and earth and can help with calculations are all good things and cannot be borrowed easily.

 The skinny old man saw their expressions and sneered in his heart.

It is easy to ask others to help, but you are reluctant to pay the price yourself.

At this moment, the white-haired old man said:

“I would like to lend my meditation futon to Brother Wen…”

 The skinny old man was startled.

The white-haired old man said to the others: "Mr. Zhuang has a big secret, which is of great importance. I believe that you will not be stingy with this little extraneous thing, because it is a small thing to lose a big thing."

Everyone was silent. After pondering for a moment, they made up their minds and one after another said:

 “I have a second-grade celestial disc…”

 “I have a piece of incense that nourishes the spirit…”

 “This wooden hairpin I have is a dead wood hairpin, it can speed up mental arithmetic…”

Soon, a pile of spiritual weapons appeared in front of the skinny old man.

 The skinny old man looked at these spiritual weapons, a little surprised, and then a little excited.

These are the top-grade spiritual weapons used by the algorithm.

Moreover, many of them are secret spiritual weapons from aristocratic families or sects, and will not be easily used by outsiders.

 The skinny old man suddenly felt high-spirited.

 In his life, he has never performed such a "rich" calculation of heavenly secrets.

 With the blessing of these calculators, he may really be able to compete with Mr. Zhuang.

 Put through the fog created by Mr. Zhuang and get a glimpse of the hidden secrets.

 The skinny old man became energetic.

Then he rested for a while, and when his spiritual consciousness was full, he solemnly burned incense for nourishing the spirit, put on a dead wood hairpin, sat in a meditation group, placed three copper coins on the heavenly disk, and spread them out...

With the blessing of so many spiritual weapons, his consciousness is extremely full, his thinking is extremely clear, his eyes are like a glow, and he seems to be able to see through the past and deduce the future.

 The skinny old man sat upright and began to calculate.

　　Although he is now "fully armed", he is still not careless.

He is not greedy, not too much at a time, just a little bit. He wants to see the past of the little formation master shrouded in fog, to see some experiences for a moment, to find some clues, and to get a glimpse of the cause and effect.

 The fog Mr. Zhuang has laid down, no matter how deep it is, will never be without blind spots.

 The skinny old man sat cross-legged patiently and calculated carefully.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally cleared away a layer of fog from the confusion and unknown!

The skinny old man was overjoyed. Just as he was about to take a look, his heart suddenly jumped violently, and a warning sign suddenly appeared.

 It's like there's something extremely terrifying hiding under the mist.

Just a mere touch made his heart beat with fear and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Even in the mist, there is a hint of rotten, ferocious, and cold aura.

This aura, although obscure, exudes a chilling aura of death.

 Like a basin of cold water, poured down by Dou Tou.

 The skinny old man suddenly woke up:

What am I doing?

Who gave me the courage to peek into the fog created by Mr. Zhuang?

 Am I worthy?

 What is my ability?

 What state is Mr. Zhuang in?

 The skinny old man's hands were shaking and his heart was trembling.

 “What a **** risk!”

“I was almost confused by these spiritual weapons, my self-confidence was inflated, I overestimated myself, and lost my duty.”

 Being a human being requires a duty, and doing calculations also requires a duty.

 The greater the ability, the greater the cause and effect.

 If you can't count it, it means your ability is not yet up to the mark.

If you don't have enough ability, if you force yourself to calculate, you will encounter causal backlash beyond your ability. Even if you die, it will not be surprising.

 The skinny old man took a long breath.

But his heart was still beating wildly, as if he hadn't recovered from the alarm.

 The skinny old man was terrified, but also felt lucky to survive the disaster.

 Fortunately, I am self-aware and have to understand the "cai", otherwise it would have almost caused a catastrophe.

 Other monks saw a sense of enlightenment on the face of the skinny old man, and they all stepped forward and asked:

 “Senior Wen, how's it going?”

 “Have you figured it out?”

 Let me figure out your mother's big-headed ghost!

 The skinny old man cursed in his heart.

　　It was a bad calculation, and I almost lost my life.

  But if you cannot say this clearly, it will not only offend everyone's face, but also lose your own face.

The skinny old man sighed, "Mr. Zhuang does have amazing talent, but I can't see through his methods..."

Everyone sighed in disappointment.

 The clue is broken again.

Some people also questioned, "With so many calculators, it's impossible that we can't calculate it. Senior Wen, you don't want to keep this secret to yourself, do you?"

 The skinny old man looked at him coldly, "How about I give you the calculator and you do the calculation?"

The man stopped and kept silent.

 He can only talk about it, but if he is asked to come, he really doesn't know anything.

 The skinny old man returned the calculator, cupped his fists and said:

 “I am old and incapable, and I have failed to live up to your good intentions.”

 The white-haired old man knew the difficulty and danger of this matter, so he was very considerate and said:

 “Thank you for your hard work, brother Wen.”

The monks on the side felt a little sorry when they saw this, and they all said:

 “There is Senior Lao Wen.”

 “Senior Wen, thank you for your hard work.”

 They just tried it with the mentality of just in case, and it was expected that they couldn't calculate it. After all, there are very few monks in the world who are more proficient in calculations than Mr. Zhuang.

 This matter can only be discussed in the long term.

Everyone went back to rest.

 The skinny old man also put away his three copper coins.

Only when he picked up the copper coin, he discovered that there was... a slight crack on the edge of one copper coin.

The skinny old man was stunned for a moment, then calmed down and thought about it.

 Then the whole person was swallowed up by huge fear.

 Then he realized that he was not self-aware.

 It was this copper coin that blocked a dangerous situation at a critical moment and saved his own life!

 That's why I felt a warning sign!

Only then will you be willing to give up and escape the disaster!

 I am the real survivor!

The skinny old man's hands and feet were weak, and he slumped down on the chair. His chest had just calmed down, but his heart suddenly began to beat with fear, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

 There was still fear in his eyes.

 What is it under the fog?

How terrifying is the cause and effect of this young gentleman?

I only peeked at a corner, no, I almost died before I had a chance to peek? !

What exactly resides in his destiny...

　　Thank you ChanSO for the reward~

Originally I wanted to break off a chapter and save some for updating tomorrow, but after thinking about it, I still couldn't do it...

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