Asking About Longevity Chapter 711

Chapter 711 God's War

 A few days later, the secret room in the forbidden area.

Mr. Tu, who had shed his elegant human skin and revealed his true appearance, knelt in front of the ram-horned statue with a frightened expression, his skinny face turned pale.

 His body was torn, his limbs were twisted, and he lay exhausted on the ground.

The spiritual consciousness also sank into the boundless wilderness purgatory, undergoing various tortures such as tongue pulling, finger scissors, chest piercing, steaming, and so on.

 In pain, on the verge of despair.

 This is divine punishment.

　　It is the divine punishment that comes from the Lord of the Wilderness because of his failure in doing things.

 The altar was occupied, the divine power was stolen, and the demon army suffered heavy losses.

 The wrath of the God Lord is different from the past.

As Mr. Tu endured the pain of purgatory, the roar of the God Lord still echoed in his mind, and his heart trembled.

But the pain of divine punishment was like a red iron, deeply imprinted in Mr. Tu's sea of ​​consciousness. He will never forget it in this life.

 “Thank God for the punishment…”

 Especially what we are facing now may be another "evil god" whose secrets are unpredictable.

 Hence, Mr. Tu made a bold guess.

Mr. Tu took a deep breath and murmured in a trembling voice:

"The gods are as majestic as the sky, and human life is as humble as an ant..."

Mr. Tu struggled, knelt on the ground, and said piously:

He could not think of anyone or any way that could use a mortal body to steal the throne of the gods and exercise the authority of the god-lord.

“It's a god, no, it's very possible, it's an 'evil god'!”

 This is the blessing of the Lord God!

 The Lord of God has fallen into a deep sleep and has not yet awakened, so he still has to do many things by himself.

Mr. Tu fell to the ground, not daring to say a word or move at all, only his fingers trembled slightly.

 The Lord God did not blame Mr. Tu.

“Humans...cannot spy on gods, cannot covet the throne of gods, let alone steal divine rights..."

 The servants of the Lord of God also suffered heavy casualties.

“'Humans' would never be able to do such a crazy thing!”

 “Only gods can fight against gods!”

 While Mr. Tu was trembling in fear, he suddenly felt a powerful evil thought pouring into his sea of ​​consciousness.

 So he sent down his great power and passed down his inheritance to ensure nothing goes wrong.

“All of this is not caused by 'people' secretly instigating evil intentions.”

It is even more impossible to predict the various evil methods of another "evil god".

Mr. Tu's eyes were trembling.

 The evil thoughts in the room suddenly skyrocketed.

 His consciousness, although bloodier, more evil, and more chaotic, is stronger.

His blood is returning and his skin and flesh are gradually recovering.

Mr. Tu's consciousness was redeemed from the wild purgatory and no longer endured the pain of despair.

 In the secret room, the oppressive violent evil thoughts calmed down slightly.

He knelt on the ground and gritted his teeth, but he was frightened and said:

 “This “evil god” is the real mastermind behind the scenes!”

 It is impossible for anyone and in any way!

Even the words "stealing divine power" are extremely disrespectful to the Lord of God. Not to mention actually doing it, just thinking about it, it is disrespectful and "blasphemous"!

 But the authority of the Lord God has indeed been stolen.

This is the inheritance of the formation path that was ripped out of the minds of some formation masters!

“Thunder, rain, and dew are all the great grace of God…”

 Since the mastermind behind this is the evil god, all this is the plan of another "evil god".

 After a while, the violence dissipated and the atmosphere calmed down.

 “It is impossible for…anyone…”

Mr. Tu said to himself in fear.

 An angry and violent will filled the surroundings.

 It seems that he also approved Mr. Tu's guess.

And among them, there seem to be some more profound formation memories.

"This evil **** is an enemy of the Lord of God, secretly coveting the position of the Lord of God, desecrating the altar of the Lord of God, and occupying the authority of the Lord of God!"

 After a long period of torture, the torture ended.

Mr. Tu is just a mortal, no matter how high his cultivation level is or how deep his faith is, he cannot be the opponent of the "Evil God".

 The majesty of the Lord God was indeed offended.

 The Lord God's great plan does not allow for any mistakes!

Mr. Tu burst into tears of gratitude, bowed his head and knelt down, then slowly raised his head and said with deep eyes:

"Taixumen is the supporter of the evil god."

“The Gu family, Gu Changhuai, are the minions of the evil god.”

“This will definitely be a 'divine battle' made of mortal flesh and blood!”

"The authority of the God Lord will begin from the wilderness and come to Qianzhou!"

At this moment, the ink painting that Mr. Tu regarded as the "evil god" was lazily basking in the sun on the grass.

Yu'er finished her homework and rolled happily beside him.

 The demons of the wilderness were eaten up by Mo Hua.

Yu'er's nightmares have become less stressful, she sleeps well every night, and her personality is becoming more and more cheerful.

Mo Hua was playing with Yu'er and reading the Taixu Ling.

He wanted to find some second-grade and seventeen-pattern formations in the Taixu Order to learn.

It is best to use the Five Elements and Bagua system formations that he is most familiar with. This way it is easier to start, and it is also convenient to learn other second-grade high-level formations step by step from the shallower to the more advanced.

Mo Hua lay on the soft grass and picked for a while, then he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"too expensive…"

 Generally, a second-grade, seventeen-pattern formation requires four to five hundred points of merit.

Mo Hua's current merit points are two thousand, which is already a lot for a disciple in the early stages of foundation building who has just started.

 He actually saved more.

 Drawing formations, offering rewards, and occasionally doing errands for Daotingsi, and getting some meritorious deeds from Uncle Gu.

 He has many more ways to earn merit than ordinary disciples.

 It's just that learning formations consumes a lot of money, so he spends a lot.

These two thousand points of merit may seem like a lot, but in total they can only be exchanged for four or five seventeen-pattern formations, which is not too much, not too much.

 And it can be replaced, but after the replacement, the merits will not be much.

Mo Hua was born in poverty, and without more than a thousand meritorious deeds in Taixuling, he always felt uneasy.

 “Meritors…”

 Mo Hua suddenly remembered that he had another meritorious deed at Dao Tingsi.

 It was the merit that Uncle Gu had promised to gain for himself when he helped capture the Fire Buddha.

This meritorious service is still going through a tedious process in the Daoting Division.

 It's really too slow…

Mo Hua sighed.

　　His merits were enough before, so he was not in a hurry for the time being, but now that he can learn the seventeen-line formation, the merits are even more expensive.

Now that we are somewhat stretched, we urgently need this contribution to meet our urgent needs.

Mo Hua plans to urge it.

During the day, Uncle Gu was busy with the affairs of the Daoting Department. He was quite busy and could not be disturbed.

 After class in the evening, Mo Hua wrote to him:

“Uncle Gu, where is my meritorious service? Hasn't it arrived yet?”

Gu Changhuai waited for a stick of incense. He didn't know what he was busy with. It seemed that he finally got some free time, and then he replied:

 “What merit?”

Mo Hua's face darkened, "The merits of the Fire Buddha!"

"oh."

Only then did Gu Changhuai remember.

"It should be soon. I'll go check it out tomorrow. I think it will be approved in two days and transferred to Taixu Gate."

Mo Hua was overjoyed and immediately changed his face and said, "Thank you, Uncle Gu."

"Um."

Gu Changhuai said calmly.

"By the way," Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked, "How about Mr. Jin?"

Gu Changhuai was silent for a while.

Mo Hua said: "Just tell me a little bit..."

 There are some things that Daotingsi must keep secret and cannot be disclosed to the outside world. Mo Hua also knows this in his heart.

Gu Changhuai sighed, "It doesn't hurt to tell you a little bit..."

Being able to grasp the group of Jin Gongzi, ink painting is also considered the lead.

Gu Changhuai said: "Xie Liu is temporarily imprisoned in the Dao Prison for attacking the Dao Ting Si Dian Si. Other crimes cannot be implemented yet..."

“Several other Duanjinmen disciples are currently in detention. Duanjinmen wants to lure people, but they are still operating in secret, and the result is unknown.”

"As for Mr. Jin, Daotingsi has issued an approval document and has been released..."

 “Let him go?!” Mo Hua was startled.

Gu Changhuai sighed: "That Mr. Jin, his name is Jin Yicai, he is a direct descendant of Duanjinmen. It is true as he said, his ancestor was once the head of Duanjinmen, and now his grandfather is the chief elder of Duanjinmen, and his father is the head of Duanjinmen." Deputy head, his mother is the true elder of Duanjinmen..."

“His father's lineage has been in the upper echelons of Duanjinmen for generations; his mother's lineage is related to the Seven Pavilions of the Central Daoting and is also quite prominent in Daozhou.”

“Jin Yicai is the child of a marriage between two major families…”

Gu Changhuai sarcastically said: "But the marriage between two big families gave birth to this beast, Jin Yicai. He has been arrogant and arrogant since he was a child, and now he is even more lawless..."

Mo Hua frowned and said, "Then...Jin Yicai must have violated Taoist laws, right? Selling monks and refining human elixirs. At this point, does the Tao Tingsi not care about it?"

 “Here's the problem…”

Gu Changhuai sighed, "He has thrown away the blame. He doesn't know about selling monks, and privately refining human elixirs has nothing to do with him."

"His father used his connections in Jinmen to intercede with Daotingsi." "His mother used her mother's connections to secretly put pressure on the Qianxue Prefecture through the Central Daozhou."

“She also personally went to Daotingsi and said that Jin Yicai was 'young and ignorant, and he was still a child. What could he know? If he did something bad, someone would either frame him or instigate him secretly...'

He also said, 'I have watched this child grow up since he was a child. He has good conduct, practices hard, and is filial and respectful to his parents. His maternal grandfather and even some ancestors in Daozhou also like him very much...'”

Gu Changhuai's expression was sarcastic, which eventually turned into helplessness.

“Duanjinmen is one of the twelve schools of Qianxue. To a certain extent, it also symbolizes the appearance of Qianxue's state boundaries and cannot expose such a big scandal.”

"Daotingsi is restricted by all parties and has many concerns. It will be difficult to handle this case."

 The expressions in the ink paintings are complex.

This Jin Yicai, whether it is true or false, may be a "child" with "good conduct, filial piety and respect for his elders" in front of his parents and elders.

 But in the eyes of other monks, he is a complete beast.

 Such a big thing can be suppressed.

 Anyone who enters Daotingsi can be fished out.

 Mo Hua couldn't tell for a while whether it was the “evil god” or the “human heart” that was evil.

"Be careful. Jin Yicai will definitely retaliate. He has also met you. If he is humiliated this time, he may not seek revenge from you."

 After Gu Changhuai finished speaking, he felt apologetic.

If Jin Yicai could be established in Daotingsi, ink painting would not have to face these risks.

 It's a pity that he is just a magistrate, not a chief executive.

If he were in charge and had enough authority, he would definitely kill the little beast Jin Yicai first and then report it later!

“Hmm, Uncle Gu, don't worry.” Mo Hua said.

 He is not afraid of Jin Yicai.

 Once you learn the Seventeen Pattern Formation, you will no longer be afraid of him.

 Just be careful of the dog legs that break the Golden Gate.

But this is easy to handle.

From now on, I will either stay in the sect or only go to the border of the second-rank state. Be careful at the border of the second-rank state. Even if you break the golden gate, you can't do anything to yourself.

Uncle Gu, on the other hand, will probably be hated by Jin Yicai, even the Jin family and most of Jinmen, and maybe even the minions of other evil gods.

“Uncle Gu, you should be more careful,” Mo Hua warned.

 “Yeah.” Gu Changhuai said calmly.

Mo Hua didn't know whether he knew the seriousness of the matter.

But no matter what, Uncle Gu is still a golden elixir and a Dao Ting Si Dian Si, so it is not his turn to care about him, a small foundation-building disciple.

 After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua concentrated on learning the formation.

He specially selected the second-grade and seventeen-pattern "Kenjin Formation" from the Taixu Order to learn.

 This is a formation that suppresses the energy of the five elements.

 The gold-defying formation, as the name suggests, inhibits the flow of metal spiritual power and weakens the power of metal spells or sword techniques.

“Let's make it simple first, learn this gold-defying formation for later use…”

"If Duanjinmen dares to mess with me in the future, then I will learn more, and even make a whole set of formations to restrain the metal swordsmanship!"

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

After 1 hour, the spiritual consciousness of ink painting sank into the sea of ​​consciousness. On the Taoist stele, I practiced the "Kinjin Formation" over and over again.

 This is also the first, second-grade high-level formation that Mo Hua has learned.

 The Kejin Formation is more difficult. I didn't learn the ink painting in one night.

After class the next day, he was just about to continue practicing when a disciple suddenly came to him and said, "Mo Hua, I just passed by the Gongxun Pavilion, and the meritorious elder asked you to find him."

 “Meritorious elder?”

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

  Could it be that the merits of the Fire Buddha have been accounted for?

"Thank you!" Mo Hua thanked the disciple and immediately ran to the Merit Pavilion happily.

The elders of Gongxun Pavilion were specially waiting for Mo Hua.

Seeing Mo Hua enter the door, the meritorious elder looked at him suspiciously, "What formation did you draw for Daotingsi?"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and then understood.

Uncle Gu was still very thorough in his work. In order to avoid causing trouble for himself, he still used the "excuse" he used to draw the formation.

 “Many, many formations.” Mo Hua said.

The meritorious elder snorted, "Nonsense, no matter how many formations are used, you can't earn so much merit."

"How many?"

Mo Hua looked excited.

The meritorious elder glanced at Mo Hua and sighed, "Eight thousand."

 Eight thousand? !

Mo Hua's eyes widened.

 There are so many!

 The Fire Buddha is really valuable!

Mo Hua's fair little face was smiling.

The meritorious elder explained: "This reward is not released normally. It is specially allocated by Daotingsi, so it must be confirmed by the sect first and then transferred to you."

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

However, he doesn't care about these specific procedures, as long as the merit can be given to him.

The meritorious elder hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say much. Instead, he followed the rules and asked Mo Hua to sign and postpone the signing, and then transferred the merit to his Taixu Order.

Mo Hua signed, made a deposit, received the meritorious service, said goodbye to the meritorious elders, and left with a happy face and cheerful steps.

The meritorious elder looked at the back of the ink painting, but he was a little silent.

 Eight thousand meritorious deeds…

 Even for some inner disciples, it is a "huge sum of money", let alone disciples like Mo Hua who have just started teaching for less than two years.

 The merits of the sect are not so easy to earn.

Logically speaking, this meritorious service, no matter what its origin, has gone through Daoting Siming Road, at least it is "clean" on the surface.

There is no need for him to dig deeper and pry into his disciples' privacy.

 But the meritorious elder was still full of doubts.

 What did this kid Mo Hua do to earn these 8,000 meritorious deeds?

As a disciple in the early stage of foundation building, what exactly did he do and what kind of rewards did he complete to earn 8,000 merit points at once? !

This is so unreasonable.

 He has been a meritorious elder for hundreds of years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

The meritorious elder flipped through the documents from Daotingsi.

The language is unclear, but it simply says that Mo Hua, a disciple of the Taixu Sect, is proficient in formations and has made meritorious service in assisting the Daoting Division in handling cases. He is hereby rewarded with eight thousand meritorious services as an encouragement.

It can't be that simple…

 The meritorious elder frowned in thought.

 He thought carefully about everything about ink painting, and suddenly an idea flashed through him, and he suddenly realized it.

 Ink painting, Daotingsi, formation...

Mr. Xun!

 The meritorious elder figured it out.

It must be Mr. Xun. He went through the back door and used his connections to allocate these 8,000 meritorious deeds from the Daoting Division to Mo Hua so that the child could use them to learn formations!

Mr. Xun is an ancestor-level figure, although on the surface, he is just a meticulous "old teacher".

 But he has a long life, a respected position, and a wide network of contacts in the entire Qianxue Prefecture.

Only Mr. Xun is so capable. He can go through the procedures from Daotingsi and transfer meritorious deeds to Taixu Sect.

 However, no matter how virtuous and respected you are, you cannot do such a thing!

 The meritorious elder is a little angry.

 Eight thousand meritorious deeds are not a small number.

No matter how much you love the child Mo Hua, you can't "pamper" him like this or undermine him.

 He is just a disciple of the Taixu Sect, not your great-grandson!

 Not even your great-grandson!

The sect has its own rules. In other places, it is okay to make exceptions occasionally. But how can something like meritorious service, which is related to the sect's upper and lower structures, be trivial?

The meritorious elder ran to find Mr. Xun angrily.

When I arrived at the Elder's Residence, I knocked directly on Mr. Xun's door. After the Taoist boy introduced him, he sat aside and drank boring tea.

Half an hour later, Mr. Xun, who had finished his calculations, walked out of the inner room. He was frowning and thinking hard. When he looked up, he saw the distinguished elder with an unhappy face.

Mr. Xun couldn't help but look startled, "Why are you here?"

The meritorious elder said helplessly:

“Uncle Master, when you love your disciples, you should have certain limits. Some rules can be made exceptions, and some rules cannot be exceeded..."

 “Without rules, there will be no circle.”

"You are not loving your disciple by doing this, but you are harming him..."

 Mr.

 The meritorious elder sighed, "You are still pretending to be confused with me."

He put a letter stamped with the spiritual seal of Daotingsi on the table, "Didn't you ask the old bosses of Daotingsi to approve this meritorious service?"

Mr. Xun slowly picked up the letter, glanced at it, and was a little stunned.

 Ink painting?

 Eight thousand meritorious deeds?

 Special approval from Daotingsi?

Mr. Xun blinked and looked again before confirming that he had read it correctly. His mood fluctuated for a while.

Dao Tingsi...why would he give eight thousand meritorious deeds to that kid Mo Hua?

 What exactly did he do in ink painting?

 In other words, what on earth is Daotingsi doing?

When the meritorious elder saw Mr. Xun looking surprised and silent, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that he might have been a little reckless.

The meritorious elder couldn't sit still, stood up slowly, and asked tentatively:

“Uncle Master...this meritorious service is not due to you..."

Mr. Xun gave him a faint look.

The meritorious elder immediately apologized and said with a smile: "It's my disciple who was reckless. I shouldn't doubt your high moral integrity and selflessness..."

Mr. Mr.

The meritorious elder was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and said immediately:

“Uncle Master, have mercy on me, I... the Gongxun Pavilion is very busy, I won't disturb your Qing Dynasty...”

 After saying this, he stood up immediately, saluted hurriedly, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away.

Mr. Xun shook his head, then stared at the letter in his hand, muttering in his heart.

The child Mo Hua seems to be a little different from what he remembers...

 (End of this chapter)

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