MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 54 Lotus Festival

Chapter 54 Lotus Festival

 Aunt Xue saw two pairs of watery eyes, and her heart was wavering.

Madam’s discipline has always been strict, and her requirements for the young lady and the young master are also very high. She has only allowed them to practice and learn formations, alchemy and other spiritual exercises since they were young. On weekdays, the young lady and the young master are not allowed to go out unless there are special festivals. Even if they go out, they are not allowed to go out. Someone must follow you, you must return home before dark, and you are not allowed to stay outside.

Although doing this makes the young master's cultivation outstanding, it also hinders the child's nature.

 Sometimes Aunt Xue also wants the two of them to laugh and play like ordinary children, but the madam has high hopes for the young lady and the young master. If she delays her cultivation due to playfulness, she will be guilty of a big sin.

“Do you want the candy man from Pan Datou’s house? We want to buy a tiger-like one for each of us, and we will buy one for you when the time comes.”

Aunt Xue's heart softened completely, "Okay, but we can only go shopping until Haishi."

When Aunt Xue saw this, she called Mo Hua over and asked, "I wonder what festival it is today that is so lively."

Mo Hua saw that they were not acting awkwardly along the way, so he smiled and said: "You can go and play by yourself. I will take them for a walk and then go back. I still have a few formations to draw in the evening."

The group of people were walking around like this, with Dahu and the other three following Mo Hua, followed by the Bai family brothers and sisters. They always felt a little restrained and weren't having much fun.

Bai Zisheng said with enthusiasm: "Don't be afraid of death and live towards death. Such a tragic and soul-stirring life is the destination that a monk should have."

"It is said that it was extremely hot in Lizhou and the vegetation withered. The hungry monsters came down the mountain to eat people, causing a wave of monsters. The monks of Tongxian City struggled to defend the city, but there were so many monsters that it was difficult to resist. Seeing that the city gate was about to be broken, countless monks were about to die. When the demon beast was in its mouth, the passing Sanren Lianhua resisted the beast tide with its own strength. In the end, the lives of the monks from Tongxian City were saved, but the Sanren Lianhua also died due to spiritual exhaustion..."

Bai Zixi placed a lotus lantern with a golden phoenix pattern, which was bright and gorgeous.

"For us, it should be considered a big monk, but for the entire monastic world, it may not be too big." Mo Hua said, "I don't know exactly what cultivation level it is. I just heard some older people The old man said that this Lianhua Sanren should be in the late stage of foundation establishment, and of course some say he is in the golden elixir stage."

Bai Zisheng asked curiously, looking left and right until Bai Zixi also turned to look at Mo Hua.

"Thank you, Aunt Xue!" Bai Zisheng suddenly became happy.

A few people felt novel and uneasy about the unfamiliar monastic territory.

Aunt Xue's attitude was kind, and Mo Hua looked at the Bai brothers and sisters with bright eyes, not embarrassed to shirk her.

 “Out of the state? How long will it take?”

Mo Hua nodded, "We will be registered disciples of Mr. Zhuang together."

Aunt Xue smiled again and said to Mo Hua: "We are new here and not very familiar with Tongxian City, so I ask you to lead the way."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "I don't think I'm familiar with him. He's barely a fellow disciple. I don't talk much on weekdays."

Aunt Xue thought for a moment, but still said doubtfully: "The physical body and demonic energy of monsters are far more powerful than monks. Even if it is a monk in the golden elixir stage, it is impossible for him to resist the tide of beasts alone. What's more, a person with a late-stage cultivation of foundation building It is not worthy for the monks of a city to commemorate them in such a costly way..."

Thinking about the situation back then, it felt like I was in a tide of beasts, fighting with all kinds of ferocious and cruel monsters. After a fierce battle, although he killed the demon leader, he himself died of exhaustion.

Bai Zisheng nodded, picked a majestic red tiger-shaped lamp, lit it sincerely and raised it to the sky.

　　"Relatively far? Outside Tongxian City? I haven't been out of Tongxian City yet..."

Xiaohu nodded and said, "These children from aristocratic families really have nothing to say to us."

Mo Hua laughed out loud, and Bai Zisheng said angrily, "Are you laughing at me?"

“No, he seems to be a member of a wealthy family far away…”

“Loan Hua Sanren? Could this Lianhua Sanren be a great monk?” Aunt Xue asked.

Dahu scratched his head and thought for a while, then said in a naive voice: "If anyone dares to bully you, just shout and we will come over to help you beat him up!" "I know." Mo Hua smiled, and the three of them seemed to have escaped from the cage. The little bird flew away in a flash.

Mo Hua thought for a while and replied: "I asked my parents when I was a child, and they said that the Lotus Festival is to commemorate the Lianhua Sanren."

On the way Shuanghu asked Mo Hua secretly: "Mo Hua, do you know them?"

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He originally wanted to go back early and draw a few more formations, but he has drawn too many formations in recent days, and his meditation skills cannot be recovered, so he might as well rest for a night.

 Xiaohu suddenly asked: "Mo Hua, are you familiar with it?"

Mo Hua looked at the lights in the sky and murmured:

"In this world, even if the monks have perfect cultivation, how many of them can give up their own cultivation and foundation for someone they have never met? What the monks in Tongxian City commemorate is not the cultivation of Lianhua Sanren, but the cultivation of Lianhua Sanren. He has a heart that bless all lives.”

Bai Zixi listened with rapt attention, and Bai Zisheng felt even more excited.

Mo Hua explained: "This is a small festival. It is only celebrated near Tongxian City. It should not be held in other places."

Shuanghu said: "When we encounter something interesting later, we will buy you one too."

“It should be further away, probably outside the state.”

The group of people walked along the street and visited the night market of the Lotus Festival in Tongxian City.

In the world of monasticism, aristocratic families and casual cultivators are very different. The longer a family has a long history and a profound foundation, the more unattainable it is for ordinary casual cultivators. Although monks from aristocratic families and casual cultivators are both monks, they basically cannot be counted as monks at the same time.

Although Tongxian City is a small fairy city, it is not very prosperous, but the crowds of people are crisscrossed, the sky is filled with lights, and it has a unique lively style with fireworks.

Mo Hua felt that this was not quite right, but after thinking about it, he didn't find anything wrong.

As they talked, they walked to a small stall. There were various lotus lanterns on the stall. They were exquisitely shaped and you could buy one with five pieces of spiritual stone.

“It is said that today is the day when Lianhua Sanren passed away. Every year at this time from now on, the people of Tongxian City will light all kinds of lotus lanterns and raise the lanterns into the sky to commemorate Lianhua Sanren with a brightly lit scene.”

Ink Hua let go, and the lamp slowly floated to the sky, blending into the lights all over the sky.

Aunt Xue sighed helplessly: "Master, Madam, you are the only son, so please respect yourself."

"They are not from Tongxian City."

 Bai Zisheng was a little frustrated and lowered his head.

 Countless years later, many monks still remember their achievements back then, and their names are imprinted on the minds of the monks in the city.

 “Why is it called the Lotus Festival?”

Aunt Xue was still hesitating. Bai Zixi’s little hand tugged on Aunt Xue’s sleeve, and she also called out, “Aunt Xue…”

Bai Zisheng said: "Aunt Xue, I'm just going to visit for a while. I haven't seen what Tongxian City looks like."

Mo Hua and Dahu led the way. The Bai family brothers and sisters walked a few steps behind, looking left and right with unfamiliar and novel eyes. Aunt Xue was still worried and followed them silently.

Bai Zisheng became even more angry, while Bai Zixi's lips were slightly raised, and her face was brighter than the lights in the sky.

Mo Hua took out five pieces of broken spirit stones and placed them on the stall. He picked out a lotus lantern in the shape of an indistinguishable auspicious animal and lit it with the light. The fire illuminated the auspicious animal and made it lifelike.

Mo Hua said perfunctorily: "No."

 “Aunt Xue, today is the Lotus Festival.”

Xiaohu exclaimed: "You still have to draw formations at night? It's really hard to be an formation master..."

Aunt Xue hesitated for a moment, looked at the ink painting, and finally chose a lotus lantern in the shape of a blue Luan and sent it into the night sky.

Everywhere in Tongxian City, little lights gathered, lighting up the dark night sky.

 (End of this chapter)