Asking About Longevity Chapter 705

Chapter 705 Demon Bones

This idea, inspired by the words of ink paintings and deepened by spiritual thoughts, was deeply imprinted in Master She's heart.

 Master She's eyes were blank for a moment.

 There seems to be something growing in my heart...

Mo Hua didn't even realize that when he spoke just now, he had already unconsciously used a little bit of the method of "seeking demons from the heart of the Tao".

It's just that this kind of demon-seeking in the Taoist heart is still very superficial, and it's not really like a trickster who plants "devil thoughts" in the hearts of others.

Rather, just using words to shake other people's Taoist minds will, to a certain extent, plant a "seed" of spiritual thoughts that distorts cognition in the hearts of others.

 This is a complex and obscure method of spiritual thought.

 In the past, I couldn't do ink painting at all.

 But now that a large amount of divine marrow has been swallowed, the divine consciousness has further changed qualitatively, and divinity and humanity have been integrated into the heart of the Tao.

 Ink painting can already be used, almost instinctively, with some spiritual methods that I have seen before but have no idea where to learn them.

So, the Dragon Crossing the River was able to draw the **** unblocking pattern at the mouth of the well because he borrowed some kind of "evil thought"?

 “Borrowing evil thoughts…”

 “I am a traitor.”

Moreover, don't gods know how to form formations?

Keeping secrets for this little King of Hell is saving your own life!

 As long as he keeps his mouth shut.

 And along the way, whether it is opening the door, opening the altar, offering sacrifices or falling into a dream, most of them are related to formation patterns, and these formation patterns are also in the hands of Master She.

Master She broke the jar and no longer concealed it, but still looked pious and said:

“This is all passed down to us by the Lord of God through dreams. Whether we are good at studying or painting, we must borrow the great thoughts of the Lord of God…”

 “I am already a traitor.”

 There are many traces of Shinto formations inside and outside the fishing village.

 Once he is known by the God Lord, he will definitely face a punishment more terrible than death.

 The God Lord will not reason with himself or listen to his own explanations.

This Master She is quite sensible, and there may be other causes and effects on him, so we can spare his life for the time being.

Master She himself figured everything out and straightened it out.

 The ink painting was full of thoughts.

   For example, this kind of "demon seeded in the heart of the Tao" without demonic thoughts...

Master She's eyes were dazed for a moment, and his pupils were out of focus. After a while, they returned to normal. He just silently remembered these words in his heart and believed them deeply.

 I am very satisfied with the ink painting.

Then Mo Hua was about to get up and leave, but suddenly remembered another thing and said to Master She: "Give me the Shinto formation."

 Transmitting Dharma in a dream?

  Shinto formations are formations that restrain gods.

 Why is it taught by evil gods?

 He stayed in this fishing village. In addition to refining evil pills, he was probably also responsible for the maintenance and repair of evil formations and Shinto formations.

Are these all the methods of the Great Wild Evil God?

 Mo Hua glanced at Master She and found that he looked frightened. He probably wasn't telling lies, but Mo Hua still felt that there was a slight violation.

 So this Master She must not be a simple evil formation master.

Mo Hua didn't believe it, "Then where did you learn your evil formations?"

Master She's face was pale and his voice was hoarse, but he said firmly:

"Understood!"

Mo Hua frowned.

 For the party leading the way, death is not a pity.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to master these advanced formations on my own."

Mo Hua's eyes were sharp and he said, “Leave it on you.”

Master She was stared at by Mo Hua and did not dare to hide it. He smiled bitterly and said:

 “I really don't have this.”

 “Can't let the Lord of God know.”

 “I betrayed the Lord God.”

"You can't tell me about this little King of Hell... Otherwise, my story of 'leading the wolf into the house' will be known to the Lord of God..."

Master She was shocked.

In this case, he probably has a set of complete Shinto formation diagrams in his hand.

“Understood?” Mo Hua asked.

　　Whether you do it intentionally or unintentionally, deliberately or accidentally, you are the "lead leader" who leads the tiger into the forest.

 How do you borrow evil thoughts?

 Yes, this "Little King of Hell" is right.

Master She looked at Mo Hua with a thoughtful look on his face. He didn't know if he had thought of something else or had some bad idea. He felt a little frightened for no reason.

 Fortunately, Mo Hua didn't ask anything in the end, he just said lightly, "Let's go."

Master She was relieved.

Everyone left the River Temple and started walking back. Along the way, they found that the scene in the fishing village was different from when they came.

 The depressing atmosphere has become much lighter.

 The smell of fish and blood is also gradually dissipating.

Many flesh-and-blood demons in the dojo suddenly lost their minds, as if their "souls" had been sucked out, and turned into groups of walking corpses, struggling almost instinctively in place.

The evil spirits in the mire of blood and leeches also shriveled up and died.

The quagmire became an ordinary quagmire.

 God uses things as the foundation.

 But since “god” dies, the level of “things” will also slowly disappear.

 The entire fishing village, or the entire "missionary ground" of the evil god, has begun to decline.

However, Mo Hua clearly doesn't want to let go of this evil god's preaching ground.

 You need to be careful when coming.

 But now, the nightmare has been shattered, the river **** has collapsed, the river **** has been beheaded, and the evil god's incarnation has also been "eaten".

In this fishing village, no one, no god, or even anything can pose a threat to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua became bolder and began to collect things like locusts crossing the border.

 Everything that is weird is included in the bag.

 On the floor tiles, stone pillars, squares, and roads, not a single trace of the formation will be spared.

Even the land has been turned over.

 The monks of the Gu family, and even Master She, under the instruction of Mo Hua, began to dig the ground bit by bit, turning the fishing village upside down.

 The formation patterns were discovered by Mo Hua, and they were noted down one by one, and finally they were pieced together into a complete formation.

In this way, Mo Hua used his own method and a relatively profound understanding of formations to initially restore a true Shinto formation that has formation patterns, formation hubs and formation eyes, and is self-contained!

The Gu family monks admired him deeply and felt that this young Master Mo was really pragmatic and eager to learn, taking advantage of every opportunity to concentrate on studying formations.

 No wonder at such a young age, he is already a small formation master who is valued by Young Master Changhuai.

 Only Master She looked in disbelief.

 He knew that this was impossible.

How can the formations taught by the gods be so easy to restore...

This is not as simple as gathering together the formation pattern at all.

 Before this, he had never seen any formation master capable of restoring formations in this way...

There must be a deeper knowledge of formation in this.

 Master She was shocked.

 This young master...his formation attainments may be much more terrifying than he thought before!

This is not only a spiritual monster, but also a real formation monster...

Master She was afraid and did not dare to have other ideas. His attitude was respectful and even a little humble.

   Restored a formation diagram, the ink painting is very happy.

 The fishing village has been almost plowed, and the ground even looks like it has been plowed, and there is no other good stuff left.

 The ink painting is satisfying.

 Everyone continued to return the same way, crossed the small bridge, and arrived near the big fishing house in Qiancun.

Several Gu family monks were stationed here, guarding Guojiang Long and a few other men in black. Because they were far away, they were safe.

 After the group met, they no longer hesitated, escorted the man in black, and walked directly outside the fishing village.

After walking for a while, they entered the dry shaft, and a deep pool stood in front of them, with the powerful water demon in the pool.

 Some monks from the Gu family wanted to repeat the same trick and threw dead grouper fish into the pool.

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "No need."

When I came here, I was afraid of disturbing the grass, so I was pushed across the river by the water monster, and I even fell down.

Mo Hua felt a little grudgeful.

“I will draw a formation and burn the water dry first, and then everyone will take action together to kill this water monster!”

 A gentleman does not seek revenge overnight!

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, and then started to set up the formation.

He was not too arrogant and used the method of controlling ink with his spiritual consciousness to set up the formation. He first used the formation plate to lay out a few earth fire formations, then drew a few more fire formations on the bricks with his own pen.

 After that, the formation was opened, the fire filled the air, and the heat wave hit his face.

 The water in the entire pool became scalding hot, the pool was scorching hot and boiling, and strong water vapor was rising.

After a while, a roar came from the bottom of the water.

The water demon soaked in the boiling water, struggled in the water, and roared, but its skin was rough and its flesh was thick, so the boiling water could not hurt it, but it could only temporarily make it suffer from the burning pain of the water.

 In less than half an hour, the water in the pond burned dry.

The ugly and ferocious water demon was lying at the bottom of the pool, glaring at everyone with a pair of yellow-green eyes.

Mo Hua waved his hand, and a dozen or so Gu family monks immediately swarmed forward.

When they came, they were also chased by the water monster. One of their colleagues had half of his leg eaten by the water monster. He was also burning with anger in his stomach. At this time, he was not polite at all.

The water demon lost its water and its strength was greatly reduced. The Gu family monks cooperated tacitly, and were very organized in attacking or defending. In just one stick of incense, they killed this second-grade peak water monster.

 Gu An used the knife and cut open the water demon's abdomen.

There was a strong stench inside, and there were undigested human bones. It was obvious that he was used to eating humans. I don't know how many monks had been eaten at the bottom of the well.

 Killing it is considered as eliminating the harm.

Then, under Mo Hua's instructions, everyone in the Gu family endured the stench and "divided" the water monster.

 They are not monster hunters, so they have to follow Mo Hua's instructions on how to extract materials.

Mo Hua was directing from the side, telling clearly where to cut, where to cut the scales, where to remove the bones, and where to peel the meat.

　　This water monster was stripped of flesh and blood, and its bones were removed to extract the elixir. It was clear that it died.

After peeling off the material, Gu An handed a light blue demon pill and a long white spine to Mo Hua.

“The second-grade peak water demon elixir is refined in an alchemy furnace and burns away the evil energy and odor. It can be used as medicine and is worth a lot of spiritual stones.”

"This spine is also a good thing. It is full of water and has hard bones. It is a good material for refining spiritual swords."

Mo Hua was startled, "Refining a spiritual sword?"

Gu An nodded.

 They are not monster hunters and are not familiar with hunting monsters and extracting materials.

 But they were from the Gu family and worked in the Daoting Division, so they were quite proficient in the understanding and use of monster materials.

“Spiritual swords require sword embryos, which usually use gold, stone, or demon bones as the base material. Gold and stone are easy to obtain, but good demon spines are rare.”

“This water demon has peak strength of the second level. I don't know how long it has lived. Its spine is perfect for making a sword embryo.”

 Sword embryo?

Mo Hua felt something in his heart.

He also wants to be a swordsman, but he doesn't have the foundation of swordsmanship inheritance, his sword energy is not good, his spiritual stone is not rich, and his spiritual sword is not good either.

But now that I have learned the "Sword Transformation Style" of using spiritual thoughts to transform swords, I can barely get started. In the future, I may become a half-way "sword cultivator" by becoming a monk.

What's more, turning spiritual thoughts into swords is also based on swordsmanship.

 A good spiritual sword is still needed.

only…

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An, "You don't want these demon pills or demon bones?"

Gu An said very measuredly: "We are acting according to orders. The Dao Tingsi will pay salaries and account for merits. Don't covet these extra properties."

"What's more, this time, we all relied on the young master's agility, profound knowledge of formations, and good planning. This is what the young master deserves."

He praised his ink painting to the point where he felt a little embarrassed.

However, he also knew in his heart that Gu An, Gu Quan, and these Gu family monks must be so polite to him and give him the benefits because of Uncle Gu's face.

 But these people are just children of ordinary aristocratic families.

Brothers Gu An and Gu Quan should have a higher status in the Gu family, but they are probably not direct descendants.

For ordinary children from aristocratic families, it is quite hard to get some meritorious service, and it is probably not easy to earn some spiritual stones to practice on weekdays.

What's more, if something happens in the future, I will have to trouble these big brothers who care about the family.

Mo Hua thought for a while and accepted the demon bone. "I will accept this demon spine. Maybe it can be used to refine the spirit sword in the future..."

“As for this demon pill, Brother An, just sell it. If you get the spirit stone, share it with everyone. It's also good to use it for practice or to have a drink.”

Gu An was startled and wanted to refuse.

Mo Hua said decisively: "That's it."

Gu An was stunned for a moment, smiled slightly, then cupped his hands and said:

“Then thank you so much, Mr. Mo.”

Other Gu family monks also looked happy and saluted Mo Hua sincerely: "Thank you so much, Mr. Mo!"

The demon elixir of the second-grade peak water demon is quite valuable. If it is sold, everyone can get a lot of spiritual stones.

And Mo Hua guessed it right.

Although the family is large, there are also many people who open their mouths to eat.

 With their daily food and clothing expenses, socializing with Taoist friends, and practicing their skills, they all need spiritual stones, and they are not that wealthy.

Daotingsi's tasks are dangerous and there are many rules. It is not easy to make some extra money.

A monk from the Gu family smiled and said, "Young Master Mo, if you have any instructions next time, just tell me."

Others also echoed: "Yes, we will definitely spare no effort."

"Uh-huh."

Mo Hua smiled and nodded.

 After that, everyone left the bottom of the well and returned to the fishing village.

The bottom of the well is dark, the sky is out of sight, and it is always gray, but it is already daytime outside, the sun shines through, and everything in the fishing village is bright.

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and inspected the situation in the fishing village.

The spiritual consciousness of the fishermen cultivators has recovered from the nightmares, and their expressions are no longer confused and absentminded, but most of them are pale and lack of energy.

 This is what the depletion of spiritual consciousness looks like.

 They believe in evil gods, and their spiritual consciousness has been devoured to a greater or lesser extent, so it is normal for their spiritual consciousness to be depleted. They can just rest normally for a period of time, and it should not be a serious problem.

Mo Hua scanned it and confirmed it again. No other problems were found, and he was completely relieved.

Yu Dahe carried the two children home, put them on the bed, fed them some Qingxin Pills and Huoluo Pills, and used spiritual power to clear their meridians.

After a while, the two children gradually woke up and shouted in a low voice:

 “Dad, grandpa…”

 Lao Yutou couldn't help being happy, and he was even more grateful for the ink painting.

Yu Dahe took the two children and kowtowed to Mo Hua to thank him.

Mo Hua quickly stopped them.

"You are Welcome…"

Mo Hua smiled kindly, but when he turned his head, what he saw in his mind was startled, and his eyes became slightly serious.

 Two children, something seems wrong...

 On the surface, the two children were the same as before, with no physical scars.

 But their cheeks, hands and feet had a little pale white mark that was very unusual.

 While breathing, the mind trembles, just like the gills of a fish.

 It's just ordinary monks who can't see it at all.

Mo Hua frowned slightly and couldn't help but think of the scene in the nightmare where the two children were kneeling in front of the altar table and were assimilated by two special fish monsters, with gills growing on their cheeks and fins on their hands and feet.

It seems that even though they were rescued from the nightmare, the two children were still affected by the river god, and some unexpected changes occurred.

I just don't know whether this change is good or bad.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, thought for a moment, and took out a few secret books from his storage bag.

 A copy of "Bailang Jue", containing a copy of "Bailang Shenfa", and a copy of "The Art of Driving Water and Avoiding Demons".

This is the inheritance of the water system in ink painting from Jianglong.

These inheritances, in Mo Hua's hands, are just a few ordinary exercises or techniques.

 But for these fishing cultivators who were born in poverty and lived near the water, they can almost be regarded as top-notch monastic inheritance.

 They rely on water to drink water, and this kind of water-based skills, body skills and magic to avoid evil are especially valuable.

"Take these secrets of the exercises and let the two children learn them carefully..." Mo Hua said.

Yu Dahe's hands were shaking as he held these secret books.

 Lao Yutou didn't know what to say. He looked excited and his eyes were red. He just kept saying gratefully:

 “Thank you, young master, thank you…”

Mo Hua also told them, "It's best to learn them secretly and don't expose the skills to others. But these water-repelling and demon-avoiding skills are considered a kind of demon-hunting method to repel water demons. They can be taught to other people in the village..."

“Yes, yes, we all listen to you, young master!”

 Lao Yutou and his son nodded repeatedly, and expressed their gratitude to Mo Hua profusely.

 The matter in the small fishing village has come to an end for the time being.

Master She, the man in black, and Guojiang Long and others will be escorted back to Daotingsi by Gu An and others.

Ink painting doesn't need to worry about this kind of thing.

He has finished what he should do and is going back to the sect to pick up the "takeaway".

Just when we left the small fishing village and walked to the roadside, and were about to leave, Mo Hua suddenly remembered what Master She had said before:

"...In half a day, this furnace elixir will be refined. You can take it to the young master, and I will consider it as a mission."

 Hand the refined elixir... to the young master?

Mo Hua glanced at Master She and asked, "Who will you give the elixir you refined to?"

Master She was startled, shook his head and said, "I don't know either... I only know that it was given to 'Young Master'."

“But I only make alchemy and never meet the young master.”

Mo Hua nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the others, and finally landed on Dragon Crossing the River.

 The dragon crossing the river looked calm, but his consciousness was very uneasy.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked: "Do you know... who the young master is?"

 The dragon crossing the river did not dare to answer.

Mo Hua asked again: "Who gave these elixirs to the young master?"

The face of Dragon Crossing the River trembled, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble.

Mo Hua understood it in his heart.

 He glanced at the dragon crossing the river, and then ordered calmly:

“Now, send the prepared elixir to 'Young Master'!”

Mo Hua wants to know who this young master is...

 (End of this chapter)

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