Asking About Longevity Chapter 714

Chapter 714 Bottleneck

 After returning to the sect, Mo Hua thought about Master Gu's words again.

 Regardless of the breakdown of the monastic industry, in a sense, the medium is both a spiritual weapon and the spiritual weapon is also a medium.

As his cultivation level got higher, his spiritual consciousness became stronger, and his understanding of the formation became deeper, and he became more and more proficient in using "earth" as a medium and drawing the ground as a formation.

 The dependence on general "formation media" is not that high.

 Spiritual weapons are something that you can use if you have them. It doesn't matter if you don't have them.

 Ink painting is not particularly dependent on it.

But if you want to generalize the formation, or maximize the function of the formation, you have to consider the adaptation of the formation to the "medium" of foreign objects.

 The scope is very broad.

 Including ordinary array media and standard spiritual weapons, of course, the most important thing is customized spiritual weapons.

 The ink painting reminds me of the small fishing village again.

The eyes of the ink painting are clear, and the Taoist heart suddenly becomes clear.

I have a little bit of my own background, and I have so many opportunities along the way. I realize so many formations. Naturally, we should also adhere to the will of heaven and learn to benefit the life of heaven and earth.

 Ink painting is a bit helpless.

 Techniques have been iterated, but used for exploitation.

 It is the way of practice and the way of formation.

 Monks realize the way of heaven and benefit all lives.

Mo Hua can clearly feel that his spiritual power has gradually become saturated and has reached a bottleneck period in the middle state.

 The Great Way must be practiced personally.

 This is the "Tao" that I have understood so far.

But these monastic skills can really be used on these low-level monks, only less than one or two tenths.

But this is only a vague understanding in his mind. Whether it is really the case or not, he still needs to verify it personally.

Only by personally practicing the "Tao" that you have understood can you know whether your "Tao" is right or not.

 While his spiritual consciousness was stuck, his cultivation improved significantly.

 By going step by step in this way, constantly comprehending and practicing, we can finally achieve the true road to immortality.

It is clear that the cultivation world has flourished for more than 20,000 years, and the skills of weapon refining and formations have become very mature.

 Not only the small fishing villages, but also Tongxian City, Nanyue City, and when Mo Hua traveled around, the underlying conditions of the various fairy cities he saw along the way were mostly like this.

 The spiritual consciousness of the ink painting has not increased at all.

Hence, these draft formation plans can only remain at the level of imagination, with no chance to try out their skills.

 The world of cultivation has developed, but inheritance has been monopolized.

The days ahead are long, and there is no need to rush into gathering the wool of Heaven.

This time the spiritual curtain is more condensed than during the Qi refining.

When passing through the Tianmen acupoint, the spiritual power gossamer is like a weaving thread, seeping into the sea of ​​ink painting consciousness, and finally weaving into a spiritual curtain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

 The life of a fisherman in a small fishing village is difficult and difficult. The fishing boats, fishing nets, harpoons and other tools used are very rough in craftsmanship, not to mention the formations.

 Only understanding the Tao but not practicing it is the same as not having enlightenment.

 Because the law of heaven straddles his sea of ​​consciousness, constantly "deducting taxes" and suppressing his spiritual consciousness under the eighteen lines to prevent his spiritual thoughts from growing endlessly and breaking through certain limits.

 When in the Qi Refining Realm, the spiritual curtain is like water mist; at this time, the spiritual curtain is like a water curtain.

Mo Hua made a lot of drafts of formation diagrams, but unfortunately he could not leave Qianxuezhoujie for the time being, so he had to concentrate on learning formations.

A few days later, one morning, while Mo Hua was meditating and practicing, his energy suddenly trembled, and a vision suddenly occurred.

 The ink painting is a bit regretful.

 The formation is the manifestation of the way of heaven.

 After that, whenever he had free time, he began to consider in his mind the problem of the adaptation of the formation and the formation media.

 The sky is vast, encompassing all things, multiplying all living things, endless, and constantly improving.

 This is also what Master taught me.

 Consider how to widely apply formations to standard spiritual weapons, and how to maximize the power of formations by customizing spiritual weapons...

The ink paintings have complex expressions and feelings.

Just like before, the sea of ​​qi was saturated, and the spiritual power suddenly turned into a gossamer like mercury, overflowing from the meridians, traveling from the collaterals, and converging on the Baihui point on the top of the head.

When he had time, he also studied the law of the rift in the sea of ​​consciousness, but this kind of thing was too profound, and Mo Hua had never seen it before. He couldn't study it in a short time, so he could only let it go.

 Persist if you are right and correct if you are wrong.

 The ink painting looks up at the sky.

And time passed little by little, and a few months passed in the blink of an eye.

 Somewhere, Mo Hua felt that this should also be the way to "immortality".

 In the spiritual curtain, formation patterns flowed.

These formation patterns are all of the second grade. They are shimmering and complex, forming a large enigmatic formation.

 This set of processes is very familiar to ink painting.

  This is the process by which ordinary Tianyan Jue generates the "mystery array" bottleneck.

  But the difference is that Mo Hua discovered that the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness this time appeared light silvery white, just like real amalgam.

 This is a manifestation of the qualitative change of spiritual thoughts.

 Ink painting remembers that Huang Shanjun said that the color that symbolizes the divine essence of the divine order starts with silver.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little lucky.

My guess is correct. When you reach the realm of foundation building and break through the bottleneck of Tianyan Jue, you not only need the realm of spiritual consciousness as the foundation, but also need the attainment of formations as the means, and you also need the level of spiritual consciousness as the qualification.

 The mystery array in front of you is completely condensed by the power of silver divine marrow. It is like silver flowing down the ground, dazzling in brilliance and filled with magic.

The divine level is not enough, so he is not qualified to solve the puzzle formation at all.

 His attainments in formation techniques are not high and he cannot solve the riddle formation.

 The realm of spiritual consciousness is not enough, and I am afraid that I may not have the ability to encounter this bottleneck.

 The various requirements are really unbelievable.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh:

“What kind of skills have I learned?”

 The requirements for this exercise are too demanding, and it doesn't look like it is taught to others.

 But it seems that it is impossible to learn it from "God".

 The gods are born to follow the Tao and know it from birth. I have never heard of ink painting, but the gods still need to learn the exercises.

Then what is this technique for?

Mo Hua frowned.

 Demon? magic?

No matter what Mo Hua thought about, he thought it was impossible, so he simply gave up.

“That's it, we're all on the pirate ship anyway, so it's impossible to change our ways, so we can only keep practicing with our eyes closed.”

 Ink Hua has already made preparations for breaking through the bottleneck.

He is also very familiar with the matter of dismantling formations.

 He has also met the conditions for the divine level.

 Just take some time, follow the steps, and solve the puzzles one by one, and the bottleneck will be broken naturally.

 It's just that the ink painting is a bit unexpected. The color of the mystery array is silver...

 Silver is the color of the divine essence, symbolizing the divine order.

The ink painting has swallowed up a large amount of divine marrow, and most of the incarnation of divine thoughts has been blended into pale golden blood, with traces of pure gold.

 Compared to silver, it can be said to be far ahead.

This divine level requirement for the bottleneck of Tianyan Jue may seem abnormal, but for today's ink paintings, it is actually a bit low.

 Ink painting is a little disappointing.

 Just silver…

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have had to put in so much effort to explore dry wells, enter fishing villages, enter river temples, kill river gods, and “eat” evil gods.

Worrying for nothing.

 I plan for a rainy day, but I plan a little too far ahead.

But this is just the beginning of the qualitative change of spiritual thoughts. It seems normal to use silver telepathy as the threshold.

 I'm afraid it won't be that simple later.

"later…"

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and felt a chill in his heart.

 For the bottleneck at the back, the requirements for the divine level are not light gold or pure gold, but higher-grade jade and colored glaze, right?

 What level of the marrow of the gods is this?

Where can I find the essence of this quality to eat?

 The key is, can I defeat these terrible gods?

 The scalp of Mo Hua is a little numb.

“It seems like you still need to eat more spiritual essence. If you can't eat good ones, just eat more ordinary ones. The little will add up, otherwise you will really be in trouble if you break through the bottleneck in the future..."

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

But now, the bottleneck in the middle stage of foundation building is not difficult.

As long as you spend some time, solve the mystery formations of the sea of ​​consciousness one by one, and break through the bottlenecks, your cultivation will be successfully promoted to the middle stage of foundation building.

 In the middle stage of foundation building, you can keep up with the progress of your peers and don't have to repeat a grade.

 Otherwise, if your cultivation cannot keep up, you will have to repeat the grade. Then, as my little senior brother, I have only been a junior brother for more than a year, and I will be reduced to a junior brother forever.

 Fortunately, my cultivation has kept up...

Mo Hua slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

 Since then, I have been practicing my ink painting steadily, breaking through the bottleneck little by little, and the progress is under control.

 And soon, the New Year is approaching.

 The second year of Mo Hua's stay at Taixu Gate is coming to an end.

 After the annual end-of-year assessment, Taixumen went on annual vacation.

The results of ink painting are the same as last year, with one A and six C, which is a stable performance.

  Formation, other than "A", he can't get any other rating.

 For other tasks such as alchemy and weapon refining, he basically could not get any other rating except "C".

 This report card can be said to have no surprises, and naturally there is no sense of expectation.

 The ink painting has been anticipated for a long time, and the mind is as calm as water.

 It's the annual holiday, and most of the disciples have gone back to their families to celebrate the New Year.

 The ink paintings are still left at Taixumen.

 The road away from the state is far away, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the sea of ​​clouds is vast. He can't go back at all. He can only stay in the sect alone, reading formation books and learning formations every day to break the bottleneck. Although lonely, it is fulfilling.

But he still gave himself two days off.

On the twenty-eighth day of the first year of the lunar calendar, the Gu family had a family dinner.

Aunt Wan asked him to come over and play, relax, look at the lanterns, and eat something good.

 The ink painting book was a little hesitant.

 It's a family dinner for the Gu family, wouldn't it be a good idea to go alone?

 But Yu'er was at the side, pulling his sleeves and looking at him eagerly with a pair of watery eyes.

Mo Hua was a little soft-hearted, so he agreed.

Soon the twenty-eighth day came, and Mo Hua was about to leave the sect and go to the Gu family, so he went to say goodbye to Mr. Xun.

Mr. Xun was a little surprised when he heard that Mo Hua was going to the Gu family for a family dinner.

He knew that Mo Hua had a relationship with the Gu family, but he didn't expect that the relationship had become so deep that he could even go to the family dinner before the New Year.

 Gu family, Wen family, Shangguan family...

Old Mr.

 “You just go to the banquet like this?”

Mo Hua scratched his head.

 It's not that he doesn't want to give something as a gift.

 The point is, he has nothing to give.

The Gu family and the Wen family are both wealthy and powerful families, with mountains of spiritual stones and no shortage of anything.

With this small fortune, I have nothing to offer.

I had given Aunt Wan a golden lotus and three-color carp before, but I got it by chance. It was not easy to get, and it was also very expensive.

And in the end, half of the three-color carp ended up in her stomach, and the other half was eaten by Yu'er, while Aunt Wan only drank some soup...

Mr. Xun nodded slightly and said, "Wait a moment."

 After saying that, he stood up, took out a pen and paper, wrote a few words with his own hand, and handed it to Mo Hua.

 “You should take it with you as a courtesy.”

Mo Hua was startled, a little flattered.

Over the past few days, he has also learned that Mr. Xun seems to be an "old teacher", but his knowledge, mind, magnanimity, and looming majesty are definitely not ordinary monks.

ˆ˜It seems to be just a few words, but it must be very precious.

 “Old sir…”

Mo Hua is a bit embarrassed to answer.

"It's okay," Mr. Xun looked relieved, even with a kind smile. He looked at the ink paintings and pointedly said, "Speaking of which, my Taixu Sect owes them a huge favor."

 A huge favor…

Mo Hua nodded.

 So that's it...there is actually this layer of reason in it.

It is said that the two great families of Shangguan and Wenren had some connections with the three sects of Tai'achongxu and Taixu. It is normal to have some personal relationships with each other.

 I just don't know what is it that can make Taixu Sect owe a favor...

Mo Hua was very curious.

 But this kind of human relations at the sect and family level is not something he can get to the bottom of.

Mo Hua respectfully accepted the calligraphy and said with a smile:

 “Thank you, old sir!”

Mr. Xun stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

 Then Mo Hua left Taixu Gate in a car and went to Gu's house.

The Gu family is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, which is gorgeous but not extravagant, lively and festive.

Gu Changhuai is still busy with Daotingsi affairs, and it seems that he will not be back until evening.

As the new year approaches, there are many things about Wenren Wan, and Mo Hua has not seen her face.

On the other hand, Yu'er jumped for joy when she saw Mo Hua and threw herself into Mo Hua's arms.

Wen Renwei on the side said:

“Ms. Wan is delayed by something, and she is free only after the dinner. Young Master Mo might as well take Young Master Yu'er around. Qingzhou City is very lively during the festival.”

Yu'er looked at the ink paintings happily.

Mo Hua also smiled and nodded.

 The Chinese New Year is coming in a few days, and Qingzhou City is indeed very lively and full of New Year flavor.

Drawing formations every day, I haven't rested for a long time in ink painting, and I am also very playful.

He took Yu'er and walked around the bustling Qingzhou City for a day.

 The road was full of traffic, people were flowing, streets were lined up, and red lanterns were hung from the streets to the corners.

 There are occasionally spectacular fireworks, a dazzling array of toys, and snacks with different flavors.

Mo Hua was walking around, and when he saw the lively scene around him, he felt a little depressed for a while.

 Amidst the bustle of people, he thought of the days in Tongxian City again.

I think of my parents, my friends, and my obscure Uncle Zhang.

There is also a master who cares about him, a mysterious puppet grandpa, a stupid little senior brother and a pretty little senior sister...

The path of cultivation is long and the life is full of ups and downs.

 I don't know when I will be able to see you all again.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh, with a sad look on his face, and suddenly found that there were a bunch of candied haws in front of him.

Mo Hua turned around and saw Yu'er's small hand holding a bunch of long candied haws, putting it in her mouth to nibble, and her other hand holding another bunch of crystal clear, red, sour and sweet candied haws, handing it to In front of him, like offering a treasure, he said with a milky voice:

 “Brother Mo, candied haws!”

Yu'er took two skewers in total, ate one for herself and gave one to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua laughed and touched Yu'er's little head, then took the candied haws and took a bite. It was indeed sour and sweet, very delicious.

 After eating the candied haws, Mo Hua felt inexplicably much better.

 “Let's go, I'll take you to play.”

Mo Hua took Yu'er's little hand and walked along the street for a whole day.

 It wasn't until night fell, the lanterns were turned on, and the family banquet was about to begin, that Mo Hua took Yu'er back home.

 It's just that the road was crowded, so it took a little time.

 Arrived at Gu's house, Mo Hua suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

 With the usual laughter and laughter during the day, it became much more solemn at night. The monks coming and going were also much more reserved and did not dare to speak loudly.

The ink painting was a bit strange. I accidentally saw Gu An passing by, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly waved, "Brother An."

Gu An was startled, and when he saw the ink painting, he immediately came over and said hello.

Mo Hua asked in a low voice: "Did something happen?"

"It doesn't matter," Gu An looked around and lowered his voice, "Someone from Shangguan's family is here."

"Shangguan family?" Mo Hua was stunned, looked down at the confused Yu'er, and asked Gu An puzzledly, "What can happen if the Shangguan family is here? Aren't the Gu family and Shangguan family on good terms..."

 Why is the atmosphere so tense?

Gu An shook his head, "I don't know either, but the person coming from the Shangguan family this time seems to have a high status and cannot be offended. That's why the head of the family asked the disciples of the clan to be careful in their words and deeds."

 “Oh.” Mo Hua nodded.

But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

 He just came to have a meal.

What's more, since he is just a foundation-building monk, even the Shangguan family may not take him seriously.

 Soon, the family dinner began.

Most of them are people from the Gu family, either elders, prefects, prefects, or ordinary disciples.

Mo Hua often visits the Gu family, and most of them look familiar.

Some elders, such as Uncle Gu's aunt, Elder Gu Honggu, saw that Mo Hua was well-behaved and cute, and would often chat with Mo Hua.

 Most of the other elders also know Mo Hua.

Most of them served in Daotingsi, and some even "fought side by side" with Mo Hua.

Along the way Mo Hua walked, people kept saying hello to him, saying hello, chatting, or chatting.

 Ink painting is like returning to your own home...

Gu Changhuai, who had just finished the official duties at hand and rushed home, sat and watched with a complicated look on his face.

Even he almost forgot that the child Mo Hua's surname was "Mo" and not Gu...

Wen Renwan smiled slightly and waved to Mo Hua from a distance.

Mo Hua took Yu'er to Wen Renwan.

Yu'er threw herself into Wen Renwan's arms again and called out affectionately, "Mother."

Wen Renwan's face was full of smiles. He pinched Yu'er's cheeks, turned his head again, smiled and said to Mo Hua:

 “You can sit here later and have something delicious to eat.”

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

Wen Renwan looked at the face in the ink painting again and said warmly:

"You seem to have lost weight compared to the past few days. It is probably because you have practiced too hard. I will ask them to make some more soup later to replenish you."

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thank you, Aunt Wan."

Wen Renwan smiled softly, took Mo Hua to sit down, and gave him some fresh ling melons and ling fruits to eat.

Mo Hua sat down calmly, took a bite of melon, raised his head and looked at the upper seat, and saw two people sitting on the high platform of the first seat not far away.

 One person is the head of the Gu family.

 I've seen Mo Hua, but I haven't spoken to him.

 The other person has a deep aura, a majestic appearance, and is very majestic. Although he is over the middle of his age, his temples are slightly white, and there are faint tail lines at the corners of his eyebrows, he can still be seen as extremely handsome in his youth.

Mo Hua guessed that this person was Yu'er's grandfather.

 That is to say, the current head of the Shangguan family is Shangguan Ce.

 (End of this chapter)

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