Asking About Longevity Chapter 688

Chapter 688 Transformation of Divine Consciousness

 Why does Dragon Crossing the River know the Shinto formation?

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

He had just observed that when Guojianglong was drawing formations, his brushwork was unfamiliar, his mind was sluggish, and his wrists were stiff. At first glance, he didn't look like he often drew formations.

 He ​​is not a real formation master. Inoue's "sealing" formation should also be drawn by him by rote memorization.

 If this is the case, then someone else should have taught him this Shinto formation.

Who taught him?

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness turned rapidly, investigating the monks related to the Dragon Crossing the River and the human traffickers one by one, and finally his eyes narrowed slightly.

 “...Mr. Tu?”

 Human traffickers, sin cultivators, evil cultivators, demon cultivators…

Among all the monks, the only one who may have mastered this kind of ancient and almost lost advanced formation is the mysterious one who has only been heard of in Mo Hua and has never been seen...

Mo Hua looked at these formation patterns, and suddenly looked surprised. He found that these blood-colored formation patterns were getting lighter little by little, and the traces of the formations were gradually disappearing.

These formations are probably part of the legendary "Shinto formations".

 “The inheritance of the Shinto formation...is in the hands of Mr. Tu?”

The bottom of the well was completely obscured by blood mist, like a **** forbidden land.

 After a while, the formations subsided and the blood mist poured into the well.

This kind of bone brick is specially used to make evil arrays.

And above the bone bricks is the evil formation pattern that Guojiang Long just painted.

Mo Hua studied it for a long time, his brows gradually furrowed.

 Fortunately, my spiritual consciousness is a little stronger, my understanding is a little higher, my memory is a little better, and my knowledge of formations is a little deeper.

 “The means are indeed meticulous…”

While Mo Hua was meditating, on the other side, the well seemed to have been transformed into cause and effect, its breath suddenly changed, and it seemed that it had completely become another well.

 After that, the blood ink will evaporate on its own, the formation pattern will disappear, the well will be "sealed" again, and the entrance to the blood mist will be closed.

It's just stained with dust and built into a pile of stones. It's not easy to detect at a glance.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, and without further ado, he immediately began to concentrate on recording the **** formations beside the well.

 In an instant, Mo Hua understood.

This well is no longer a well in a small fishing village, but more like...

 The power of the divine consciousness is used to restrain the gods. Will the inheritance of the Shinto formation be hidden in the hands of the evil god's lackeys?

Mo Hua frowned even more tightly.

It was only then that I discovered that the forest-white bricks around the well were not actually stones, but flattened bone stone bricks.

No one knows what secrets are hidden in this well.

 Then he felt a little strange again.

Mo Hua took out the paper and pen, and used ordinary spiritual ink to copy the pattern of the Dragon Crossing the River drawn on the edge of the well to "unblock" it again.

 It looks very dangerous.

Mo Hua is a little confused.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua waited for a while and saw that Jiang Long had stopped coming out, so he tiptoed and went to the well mouth to take a look.

 In this way, no one knows where he went.

 The Dragon Crossing the River drew formations with blood ink, opened the "seal" of the well, and then jumped into the well.

The Dragon Crossing the River jumped into the well, but there was no sound of water coming from the well, as if the well had turned into a dry well.

 Scarlet blood mist spread from the bottom of the well.

He couldn't quite understand these formations.

This dragon crossing the river... actually jumped directly in...

If it were any worse, I wouldn't be able to memorize so many formation patterns in this short time...

 The entrance to some forbidden place.

Mo Hua looked at the formations around him again.

The Dragon Crossing the River threw himself on the ground at the mouth of the well and bowed devoutly. After three bows, he picked up the dead fish and jumped directly into the well.

This kind of blood ink will dissipate on its own so as not to leave any traces.

This well turned into an ordinary well again, with heavy water and darkness inside.

This seems a bit... hard to explain?

  Or, are there some other origins?

Mo Hua looked surprised.

If what he expected was correct, Mr. Tu was the man behind the scenes and had a very high status. He was probably the "big lackey" of the Great Desolate Evil God.

Mr. Tu.

It seems that some basic underlying structures are missing, so the meaning of the array pattern, the structure of the array hub, and the flow of inner power cannot be discerned.

This seems to be a purely formal formation specially prepared for the "formation blind".

 There is no need to understand it, just memorize it by rote.

 This is a good thing for people who don't understand formations.

 But for an array master like Mo Hua who is proficient in array theory, it seems a bit... difficult to understand.

 Ink Hua can only "memorize" these formation patterns first, and then have the opportunity to seek a complete and systematic inheritance of Shinto formations, and then have a deeper understanding.

Of course, the premise is that you guessed correctly.

The formation pattern on this well is really a "Shinto formation"...

Mo Hua looked at the well again with sharp eyes.

 The evil **** is indeed related to the well.

 My previous prediction was correct.

 On the surface, this is one well, but in fact it is two wells.

One is a well connected to the small fishing village that provides wishes, and the other is a dry well connected to the evil **** who receives offerings.

 This is also the first time that Mo Hua has seen and come into contact with the preaching of the evil **** with his own eyes.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh deeply.

His own spiritual consciousness has changed qualitatively, and he has learned a lot about the ways of gods from Lord Huangshan. Only then can he catch the evil god.

 Otherwise, even if you are a golden elixir, you will not find anything at all if you rashly enter a small fishing village.

Even if the sea of ​​consciousness is polluted by evil gods, I am afraid that I am trapped in evil obstacles, evil thoughts breed, but I am confused and do not know the truth...

Mo Hua looked at the well again.

Now the entrance to the truth is right in front of you.

The question now is, should we follow the Dragon Crossing the River and get down to the bottom of the well to see what is hidden at the bottom of the well?

  In what form does the evil **** exist?

 Before that, you must first learn to open the "seal" at the wellhead.

Mo Hua struggled for a long time, and finally decided that no matter whether he could get into the bottom of the well or not, he must first try to break the seal of the well.

 In this way, you can advance or retreat, and the initiative is in your own hands.

 Ink painting was in his mind again, and he recalled the process of drawing the formation patterns of Dragon Crossing the River. Then he took out the pen and ink and started to draw. He drew the patterns of the seal on the bone bricks around the well.

 Ink painting can be done very quickly.

 After a while, the formation pattern was finished, but the water well was motionless and there was no movement at all.

 “Sure enough…”

Mo Hua is a little disappointed.

 Using bones as media and blood as ink, this is the method of evil formation.

If you try to replace the "blood ink" with normal "spiritual ink", you will not be able to activate the evil array...

 But where can I get blood ink?

 Blood ink must be mixed with human blood.

It seems that it is not just a simple preparation, but also requires some herbs that are prohibited by the Taoist order, as well as some evil and cruel methods to prepare it...

 Becoming an evil formation master starts with preparing blood ink...

It can be said that as soon as you start mixing blood ink, you will already have one foot on the path of an evil formation master.

 Ink painting doesn't do such stupid things.

 But without blood ink, how can we draw the evil formation?

 Evil Formation…

Mo Hua began to speculate step by step based on his extremely rich experience in the first and second level formations...

The so-called evil formation is essentially the formation master using evil means to draw a formation that he could not draw originally...

  Or, using evil means to enhance the power of the formation.

The Dragon Crossing the River is not a formation master and has limited spiritual awareness, so he cannot draw a true Shinto formation. Therefore, he can only rely on heresy to build a formation.

The formations painted by Dragon Crossing the River contain both a part of the "evil" way and a part of the "spiritual" way.

 By means of the "evil" way, one can approach the "spiritual" way.

 So Dragon Crossing the River can successfully draw these formations.

But now, I neither understand the "Shin way" nor can I borrow the "evil way", so these formation patterns are of no use at all.

 What does "Shinto" formation... exactly mean?

Mo Hua thought hard about it, but still couldn't figure it out for a while.

 “Think about it the other way round…”

 What is the Shinto formation used for?

 Restraint, or sealing the gods?

Since we want to restrain or seal the gods, we must have the power of divine thoughts that matches the gods?

 After all, humans and gods are different.

There is a "qualitative" difference between human spiritual consciousness and divine thoughts.

　　If you put it this way…

Mo Hua opened his eyes wide and was suddenly startled.

 The so-called Shinto formations are used to transform people's "spiritual consciousness" into a power comparable to the spiritual thoughts of "gods"?

The more I think about Mo Hua, the more possible it becomes.

In this case…

 He himself has a spiritual mind that is almost "godly"! What else can be transformed?

Mo Hua's eyes widened and he continued to think...

Although the quality of my spiritual consciousness has changed, when I draw the formation, I still use my spiritual consciousness according to my previous habit...

Now, if I deliberately inject the "deified" consciousness into the formation, wouldn't this itself be equivalent to a "Shinto" formation?

I suddenly had an idea for ink painting, and without further ado, I tried it immediately.

He closed his eyes and rested his mind, and activated all the pale golden, blood-like divine thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness that were produced by swallowing the "divine marrow".

Then the ink painting began. Around the well, ordinary spiritual ink was used to draw the evil patterns left by the dragon crossing the river.

 The pale golden divine thoughts penetrate into the formation pattern as the ink flow of the ink painting flows.

The formation patterns under the ink brush began to merge into a kind of pale golden light that ordinary people could not see, transcending the level of ordinary monks' spiritual consciousness, and similar to the spiritual thoughts of "gods".

 The ink paintings are done very seriously and cautiously.

And after finishing the painting this time, the formation really took effect.

The ink painting can vaguely sense that the formation pattern he drew has a mysterious "power of the divine way", which echoes with the bone bricks, pulling some evil power from the evil **** deep at the bottom of the well, and will This evil force was gradually released...

The well trembled, the breath suddenly changed, and scarlet blood mist surged up from the bottom of the well again.

Mo Hua looked happy.

 Succeeded!

 The door to the Evil God's hometown was opened by himself!

 In other words, the key to the evil god's house is in his own hands!

 “Do you want to go in?”

Mo Hua stared at the blood mist at the bottom of the well and felt that he still couldn't take the risk, so he dropped a little tiger and went down to have a look.

 When the little tiger landed, there was no sound of water.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

 This means that this well is a dry well and the inside is dry.

Mo Hua used his spiritual consciousness to control the little tiger and continued to move forward. There was no obstruction along the way, with neither monks nor other buildings.

Mo Hua frowned.

“Could it be that the bottom of this well is empty?”

After walking for a while, there was a sudden "plop" and the little tiger seemed to fall into the water.

In just a split second, an extremely powerful force struck, and in Mo Hua's perception, the little tiger exploring the path was instantly crushed into powder.

Mo Hua feels awe-inspiring in his heart.

 What the **** is this...

 Monk? Or a monster?

This is the real "watchdog" in front of the evil god's door?

 Ink painting gives me a headache.

Too dangerous…

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, feeling helpless, and sighed in his heart: "That's it, let's think about it in the long term..."

 The "evil god" who has truly become the climate and preaches everywhere must be a "hard nut" and cannot be solved by himself.

Mo Hua was still a little unwilling, but had no other choice but to leave first.

 Before leaving, he used the spirit-dispelling liquid to erase all the patterns he drew on the edge of the well.

 The formation patterns were wiped away, and the well returned to its original state.

Mo Hua looked around again to make sure there were no mistakes left, then turned and left.

But he did not go far. Instead, he found a hidden place nearby and continued to hide himself. He waited all night until dawn. The dragon crossing the river had not yet appeared, but fishermen had already come to dig in the well. When the water ran out, the ink painting finally gave up helplessly.

 He doesn't have much time, so he can't take any more leave, so he can only go back to Taixumen first.

Gu Changhuai took a day off to help Mo Hua, and the reason was to help Daotingsi draw formations.

After Mo Hua returned to his clan, Gu Changhuai sent a letter asking: "Where have you been?"

 I went to catch the evil god...

Mo Hua originally wanted to answer this, but if Uncle Gu can believe it, there will be ghosts—unless he is also parasitized by an evil **** one day.

 “I tracked down Guo Jianglong and found clues about the human traffickers.”

Mo Hua gave a reason that Uncle Gu was more likely to accept.

Gu Changhuai was really refreshed and asked:

 “Where? In a small fishing village?”

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "They must have a stronghold in the small fishing village, but where is the entrance, I'm still looking..."

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and said for the first time: "Thank you for your hard work..."

Without a keen sense of consciousness, proficiency in concealment, and meticulous ink painting, it would be basically impossible for Dao Tingsi to unknowingly stare at the dragon crossing the river and follow the clues to find the den of the trafficker.

The ink painting is a bit unexpected.

 Uncle Gu actually said to himself, "Thank you for your hard work."

Now he is a little doubtful whether Uncle Gu is really parasitized by the evil god...

However, it is a good thing to be appreciated by Uncle Gu, and it will be easier to ask Daotingsi to do things in the future.

Mo Hua said: "I will look for it again next ten days to see if I can find the dragon crossing the river."

"Okay," Gu Changhuai wrote, "I will send a few more people to keep an eye on the movements of the small fishing village..."

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

 The chat between the two ended.

 After that, Mo Hua had classes as normal, and all his spare time was spent thinking about the "Shinto" formations.

 The formation is vast, broad and profound.

 Having inheritance is naturally a good thing.

 But if there is no inheritance, you must learn to find it yourself.

With the help of the understanding of formations, the experience of formations, and the foundation of formations, through clues, peeling off cocoons, constantly thinking, eliminating the false and retaining the true, seeking unknown avenues, and mastering deeper formations...

 This is also what the master taught me through words and deeds when he was traveling.

 The Shinto formation is so unpredictable that it is almost lost.

Ink painting has not been passed down, but through this trip to the small fishing village, learning the simple pattern of three scales and two claws of the dragon crossing the river, and "applying what I learned" on the spot, I opened the door to the evil god's dry well...

 Ink painting has some clearer inferences:

 Shinto formation is a formation that "transforms" people's spiritual consciousness through the formation to achieve a certain "qualitative change" and thereby restrict the gods.

 Whether this "qualitative change" after transformation by the formation is the same as the qualitative change of his own consciousness itself, Mo Hua is not sure yet.

 Because he has not learned the real Shinto formation.

 But the Shinto formation can restrain the gods.

　　It shows that this kind of spiritual thought after being "transformed" by the monk's spiritual consciousness, even if it is not as good as the spiritual thought after the real "qualitative change", it may not be much inferior.

 In a sense, this is a spiritual method that can truly compete with the gods.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

In ancient times, the ancient formation masters who could understand the heaven and earth, glimpse the principles of divine consciousness, and create Shinto formations were really terrifying...

 This kind of formation can be researched...

 This is real, using flesh and blood to understand the way of heaven and compete with the gods.

 Ink paintings are filled with reverence.

 But then, he had another doubt...

The spiritual consciousness of ordinary monks is "transformed" through the Shinto formation into the power of spiritual thoughts that is enough to check the gods...

Then what will happen to the power of spiritual consciousness that has transformed to a certain extent and is close to that of a **** after being "transformed" by the Shinto formation?

 Can you seal an evil **** who is more powerful than yourself?

 Or maybe…

Mo Hua tried to think about it for a moment, and then he was suddenly startled, startled by his own thoughts.

Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly.

 Don't aim too high…

This is just speculation and may not be true.

“Let's first think of a way to learn the real Shinto formation method, and then consider other things...”

“Array masters must be down-to-earth and seek truth from facts!”

Mo Hua nodded.

 The only clue now is the dragon crossing the river.

As long as you catch the dragon crossing the river, you might be able to get a complete Shinto formation map.

Mo Hua's eyes were bright and he looked expectant.

 It's just...how to get into that well with thick blood mist?

Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt a little worried.

I am not afraid of evil spirits, but in the face of those monsters who are lurking in secret, or magic gangs, there is no way.

 If you are looking for help...

Uncle Gu is a Jindan monk, but he does not believe in evil gods.

Moreover, even if he is a golden elixir, if the evil **** gets into his head, it will probably be a disaster.

It seems that there is no way to go to the bottom of the well filled with blood mist for the time being...

Mo Hua sighed.

 “I can only think of another way…”

 “Or maybe, take the time to ask Mr. Huangshan again?”

Mo Hua thought in his mind.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua was practicing, thinking about formations, and thinking about the Well of Evil God in the small fishing village.

 A few days later, he suddenly received a message from Gu Changhuai:

 “Something happened in the small fishing village…”

Mo Hua was startled, "What happened?"

Gu Changhuai: "There are two children in the village who were kidnapped by a dragon crossing the river and taken away to an unknown location."

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly felt bad, but he still confirmed:

 “Whose child…”

Gu Changhuai said: "I heard... they are the two grandsons of the old man..."

 (End of this chapter)

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