MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 546 entrust

Chapter 546 Entrustment

This demon cultivator wearing black robes, with white hair and a childlike face, is none other than Xuan Sanren, the ancestor of the demonic path in the Ascension Realm.

Behind him, there were several golden elixir stage demon cultivators standing:

 A young man with extremely beautiful appearance, but his face was pale, as if covered with a carefully carved, flawless dead man's face.

 An old sword slave carrying a sword box on his back with a dull expression and only the whites of his eyes.

 A burly, demonic cultivator with sharp fingers and bloodshot eyes.

These three people were the three demon cultivators who had appeared outside Nanyue City.

The only thing missing was the old woman who looked stale and chatty.

“This man named Zhuang really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.”

 The white-faced boy sneered.

The demon cultivator sneered, "If you don't understand the formation, don't talk nonsense. What does it mean to have two moves? This is one of the most profound formation techniques in the cultivation world. No one in your entire blood refining sect can understand it."

The white-faced young man was slightly angry, but the old man with the sword box said:

“Be careful, Mr. Zhuang is not something you or I can criticize.”

 The white-faced boy was displeased, but said nothing.

The soul-refining blood flags filled the sky under the sea of ​​blood.

The five-element mountain-protecting formation, with its flowing light and surging spiritual power, resists the murderous intentions in the sky and fights against the overwhelming evil energy.

The old man with the sword box licked his lips, with a hint of bloodthirsty in his eyes, and said to Xuan Sanren:

“Your Majesty, the magic sword needs to kill more creatures and absorb enough human blood before it can break through this formation.”

Xuan Sanren’s eyes were gloomy, he thought for a moment, then suddenly shook his head and said:

“There’s no rush, even if the formation is broken, there’s nothing you can do about him at the moment, just trap him first.”

Then he smiled softly, "I have planned it for hundreds of years, and used the **** formation to tamper with the Five Elements Mountain Protection Formation, but I didn't expect that he would break it with his hands..."

“As expected of Mr. Zhuang...who has half the talent of a human being..."

 “But once the mechanisms are exhausted, that’s the end of it.”

“This place has been locked by the secrets of the underworld, and the secrets of the underworld have been blocked. In a short period of time, the Taoist monks will not be able to discover them at all..."

"In less than three days, when the Soul Refining Flag's sea of ​​blood surges into the sky, Lishan City is completely sealed, and the magic sword hangs in the sky, devouring flesh and blood. The entire Lishan City will turn into purgatory, and no living thing can escape."

“The Secret Lock of the Underworld, the Soul Refining Flag, and the Demonic Sword, these three holy treasures of the Demonic Path are enough to trap any monk to death.”

 “Even Mr. Tazhuang is no exception!”

"What's more, today is different from the past, and he is no longer the Mr. Zhuang who looked down on the world..."

The three old men with the sword box raised their hands and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

　　　Xuan Sanren closed his eyes and rested his mind, seeming to be calculating something.

The three old men with the sword box did not dare to disturb them, so they bowed and retreated.

The three of them stepped aside. The demon cultivator looked excited and asked the old man with the sword box in a low voice:

“Do you think we can catch this person this time?”

The old man with the sword box said in a deep voice: "I am doing what I am ordered to do. There is no need to worry about success or failure."

The monstrous cultivator was asking for trouble and snorted, "I don't believe you are pretending. The opportunity to become an immortal is right in front of you. How can you not be tempted?"

The old man with the sword box trembled at the corners of his eyes, "Are you and I worthy of coveting this kind of opportunity?"

He then lowered his voice and said, "You and I are here just to act as pawns under the orders of the Demonic Cult Ming Ancestor..."

“I’ll kill some people by the way and feed the magic sword. You should be more honest, follow orders, accomplish some meritorious deeds, and in the future, you can take a step further from the position of the Elder of Ten Thousand Demons…”

 “This is the most pragmatic thing.”

"The word 'immortal' is something that Ancestor Ming considers. How can it be something that we, in this realm, can think about?"

 "Above the immortal characters, there is the same life span between heaven and earth; below the immortal characters, there is an abyss of ten thousand feet!"

 “If you’re not careful, you and I will both die without a burial…”

The demon cultivator said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I understand."

 But in his heart he scorned: "I have the opportunity to become an immortal before my eyes. I don't believe you won't be tempted..."

 The big man's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.

 The white-faced young man beside him also looked coveted and ambitious.

Even the solemn-looking old man with the sword box had his moods fluctuating under his solemn expression...

 Become an immortal…

 The three of them had different thoughts and were a little quiet for a while.

 After a moment, the demon cultivator suddenly asked strangely: "Where is that old woman? Why is she missing?"

The old man with the sword box was startled, then frowned and said: "Let's go and refine the corpse."

The demon cultivator asked strangely: "It's just corpse refining, how can it be more important than this?"

"You don't understand what kind of body she is practicing..."

The old man with the sword box focused his gaze, "Given time, if the corpse is refined, it will really be... no small matter..."

 “It’s just a zombie...” The big man shook his head.

 The white-faced boy also showed disdain.

 …

 In the Five Elements Sect, under the mountain-protecting formation.

When the great elder saw Mr. Zhuang, his face was tangled and he hesitated for a long time. Then he bent down, cupped his hands and said:

“Five Elements Sect, thank you sir for saving your life!”

 He was very reluctant.

 The disaster of the Five Elements Sect was caused by Mr. Zhuang.

 But ultimately, it was because of the traitor Liao Tiande.

 Liao Tiande is the head of the Five Elements Sect.

 The leader colluded with the Demon Sect, tampered with the formation, and murdered Mr. Zhuang. From this perspective, the Five Elements Sect is also to blame.

The Five Elements Blood Evil Formation is a second-grade evil formation that can refine the flesh and blood of all monks in the formation.

He, a Golden Core cultivator, couldn't resist, let alone the other disciples of the Five Elements Sect.

If it weren't for Mr. Zhuang, the Five Elements Sect would have been destroyed today.

The disciples will also be killed and injured, turned into the nourishment of the evil formation, and die under this great formation that was once left by their ancestors to protect their clan disciples.

 So although the great elder was reluctant, he still lowered his head and thanked Mr. Zhuang.

 There is another reason: he wants to preserve the foundation of the Five Elements Sect.

 Outside the Five Elements Sect.

 Blood flags cover the sky and the sea of ​​blood fills the air.

 The magic sword hangs high, and murderous intent rages.

What's more, there is also an ancestor of the Xuan Demon in the Feathering Realm.

 This is a dead end!

 The great elder was in despair.

He thought hard and thought hard, but there was no way to solve the problem, so he could only place his hope in the unpredictable Mr. Zhuang.

I hope Mr. Zhuang can point out a way for their Five Elements Sect to survive, so that their disciples of the Five Elements Sect can survive.

 It’s just that he had made things difficult for him many times before, but now he had no shame to speak out.

Mr. Zhuang seemed to have seen through the great elder’s thoughts and said calmly:

 “I can save you.”

 The great elder's heart trembled, his eyes showed hope, but also some doubts, "You..."

Mr. Zhuang said: "My disciple, after learning your inheritance, I have inherited your kindness. Every drink, every peck, the cycle of cause and effect. I will save you once and give you a way to live. It not only clears the cause and effect, but also serves the Five Elements Sect. Ancestors, one explanation."

The great elder was overjoyed, but his heart was depressed and he stopped talking.

Mr. Zhuang looked calm and did not speak.

The great elder hesitated again and again, but still couldn't let go, so he hesitated and asked the doubts that had been lingering in his heart for a long time:

"Mr. Zhuang...what inheritance did your disciples get from our Five Elements Sect?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled faintly and said, "What do you think?"

The great elder frowned and considered:

“The Five Elements Spiritual Formation…I’m afraid it’s more than that…”

 “If you know it, what can you do?”

 The great elder was stunned.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "You can't learn the Five Elements Absolute Formation. What can you do if you master the other inheritances?"

These words struck a deep chord in the great elder’s heart.

 But he was unable to argue.

Over the years, the younger generation of disciples have been complacent and unwilling to make progress, and no one has been able to learn the Five Elements Jue Formation for a long time.

It is their own fault that their pearls are covered with dust.

 The great elder sighed deeply.

Mr. Zhuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said: "In the future, if my disciple is successful in the formation, he can pass this inheritance on to your Five Elements Sect!"

The great elder was shocked and said in surprise:

 “Sir, do you really mean what you say?”

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "But there is one thing you must agree to."

 The great elder frowned, and he knew that there was no such good thing, but the inheritance was a big deal, so he still said:

 “Sir, please speak.”

Mr. Zhuang said in a deep voice: "Don't mention the affairs of my apprentices to anyone, especially... my little apprentice."

“Don’t mention anything about the Five Elements Sect, inheritance, or even the fact that he has been here or that you have seen him from now on..."

 The great elder was startled, "This..."

Mr. Zhuang has deep eyes and a serious expression.

The Great Elder felt a shiver in his heart, and then he suddenly realized that this seemingly insignificant thing might be very important.

"good!"

 The great elder nodded solemnly.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the great elder with clear eyes, nodded slightly, and pointed:

“The soul refining flag will be refined in two days. By then, the sea of ​​blood will surge into the sky and seal the entire Lishan City.”

Mr. Zhuang opened the map of Lishan City, tapped his finger, and drew a line:

“Tomorrow at noon, all the elders and disciples of your Five Elements Sect will leave Lishan City along this line from the southwest corner, and do not come back again…”

The great elder was a little surprised, "I'm afraid the Demon Cult won't let it go..." "You don't have to worry about it."

The Great Elder nodded honestly, but he was still reluctant to give up, "Then the inheritance of my Five Elements Sect..."

Mr. Zhuang’s eyes were slightly cold:

“If the formation is there and people are there, then the sect will be there; if the formation is lost and people are dead, then the sect will be destroyed. These broken bricks and tiles are not the foundation. Talents are the foundation, and the formation is the foundation.”

The great elder suddenly woke up and said with a look of shame on his face:

 “Thank you for your advice, Mr.

Mr. Zhuang nodded and said that.

 The elder stood up respectfully, bowed deeply to Mr. Zhuang, and then left.

Mr. Zhuang called Aunt Xue and three disciples and said:

“Tomorrow the Five Elements Sect will leave, and you will also go together. But before leaving, I have something to tell you.”

Mr. Zhuang left Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi behind first and handed them two jade slips:

“This is the complete formation diagram of the Immortal Heaven Formation. Please keep it and understand it well. Don’t let down this inheritance.”

 “This is also what your mother is worried about...”

“She couldn’t learn it back then, so she hoped that you could learn this supreme formation...”

"As for other things...you have a family and your mother has made arrangements, so I don't think I need to worry too much."

The two of them took the jade slip and were silent for a while.

Bai Zisheng lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed.

Bai Zixi hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Master, I'm sorry, mother, kiss her..."

Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly and said, "This is a matter of the previous generation and has nothing to do with you..."

Mr. Zhuang looked at the two children gently and said with relief:

“You all have very good mental talents, and the Immortal Formation was taught to you out of my original intention, not just because of your mother…”

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi's eyes were sore, and they kowtowed three times to Mr. Zhuang respectfully.

Mr. Zhuang accepted their courtesy calmly, and then sighed slightly:

 “From now on, you should take good care of it.”

"besides…"

 “Take good care of your little junior brother for me…”

 “Yes!” Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both nodded solemnly.

Afterwards, the two of them reluctantly retreated.

Mr. Zhuang called Mo Hua in alone again.

 “Master…”

 The corners of the eyes are sour in the ink painting.

Mr. Zhuang smiled softly, waved, called Mo Hua to his side, and handed him a ring.

This ring is simple, yet simple and elegant.

“Your senior brother and sister have a family, a background, and a mother with extraordinary cultivation skills. She lacks everything, so as a teacher, I have to be biased and leave this to you..."

 “This is a Nazi ring.”

“It’s similar to a storage bag, it can store things, but it’s more concealed than a storage bag.”

"Although you are a casual cultivator and don't have any treasures, you do have a lot of confidential things, especially the jade slips of the "Tian Yan Jue" and the "Five Elements Formation Flow Diagram"... these must be kept away, and must not be Lost.”

Mr. Zhuang personally put the "Na Zi Jie" in Mo Hua's hands with great care and attention.

 The Nazi Ring is of normal size, but Mo Hua has small hands, so he can only wear it on his thumb.

 “This ring is meant to be ‘recognized by the shedding of blood’.”

Mr. Zhuang said, and then with a swipe of his fingertip, a blood mark slipped out of the left thumb of the ink painting, and the blood flowed into the "Na Zi Jie".

 Na Zijie seems to have come to life, greedily eating the blood of the ink painting.

 The wound was very painful, but Mo Hua pursed his lips and endured it without making a sound.

After a while, the pain subsided. Mo Hua looked down and saw that the Nazijie on his thumb seemed to have disappeared, but a faint connection was established in his consciousness.

 It was as if the ring still existed on his thumb.

 It’s just that no one else can see it except yourself.

Mr. Zhuang was completely relieved when he saw that the ring did not reject him. He looked at the ink painting again and asked warmly:

 “Have you remembered everything I taught you?”

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Zhuang asked one by one.

 From the calculation of divine consciousness, to many formation principles, from the counter-spirit formation, the thick earth formation, to the five-element spiritual formation, and even the central structure of the large formation, the key points of the formation...

Mr. Zhuang took the trouble to repeat it.

 It seems that this is the last time he will teach his little apprentice.

 So everything was repeated patiently and gently, no matter how small it was.

As Mo Hua listened, his nose felt sore and his eyes became hazy.

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he touched Mo Hua’s head and asked again:

 “You know, you deceiver…”

Mo Hua was startled and nodded slightly.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…‖

“He is my senior brother, he can also be regarded as...your senior uncle.”

“He has become possessed by the devil, and he is practicing the art of ‘deception’…”

“He has a cold heart, extremely powerful methods, and is also an extremely conceited person. However, he is proficient in the art of spiritual thoughts, and his use of spiritual consciousness is also at its peak..."

"If you meet him in the future, you must be careful..."

 “Yes, Master.”

Mo Hua’s eyes were moist and he nodded.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting, thought for a moment, and apologized slightly, but still said bluntly:

“As a teacher... I have great opportunities, and even more shocking secrets... But these cannot be passed on to you, let alone told to you.”

“If I pass it on to you, it will bring you great disaster.”

“Even if you just know it, you will be affected by cause and effect.”

 “So you can’t know anything, and you don’t want to know anything…”

“The Immortal Formation is a unique inheritance, I can’t teach you...”

“I can teach you only some obscure and complicated spiritual knowledge methods and the principles of formations.”

“In the future, you have to rely on your own ability to learn each formation and understand it bit by bit..."

“Even if it’s very hard and there are all kinds of setbacks, you still have to go your own way, form your own formation, cultivate supreme spiritual consciousness, and prove your own way!”

Mo Hua looked serious and nodded: "I remember, Master..."

Mr. Zhuang nodded and looked at the ink painting. He felt that there were thousands of words to say, but he couldn't say them out. In the end, he only let out a long sigh.

Mo Hua also drooped his little head.

 After a moment, Mr. Zhuang seemed to have made up his mind, smiled slightly, and said to Mo Hua:

 “You’re tired, let’s take a rest.”

Mo Hua shook his head. He was about to say, "I'm not tired." He wanted to spend more time with his master, but when he spoke, he felt a little groggy. It seemed that he was indeed too tired. He hadn't slept for several days and was very tired.

The upper and lower eyelids of Mo Hua were fighting, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

His breathing was even, his picturesque little face was innocent and cute, but his small brows were tightly knitted together, as if he was worried about something.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting with reluctance, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of the ink painting forever in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, gently stroked Mo Hua's forehead, gently smoothed Mo Hua's frown, and murmured softly.

It seems that these words can only be said while Mo Hua is asleep:

“The most fortunate thing in my life as a teacher is to accept a child like you as my disciple…”

“It’s a pity that I won’t be able to see the day when your formation is successful...”

 “This is my teacher’s last gift to you...”

 “You must live well…”

 …

　　When Mo Hua woke up, it was still dark, and his master was still beside him, but his aura was noticeable and a little lighter.

 “Master…”

Mo Hua said worriedly.

Mr. Zhuang smiled gently.

"I am asleep…"

 Ink painting is a bit ashamed.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said, "Go and clean up. After daybreak, follow your senior brother and sister and leave together."

Mo Hua’s heart trembled and he said reluctantly:

“Master, can’t you go together?”

Mr. Zhuang did not answer. He just touched Mo Hua’s head and said softly:

 “Go…”

Mo Hua could only reluctantly leave.

 After dawn, Mo Hua left Lishan City with Aunt Xue, his junior senior brother, junior senior sister, and all the monks from the Five Elements Sect.

 Before leaving, he and his senior brothers and sisters went to see Mr. Zhuang again.

Mr. Ke Zhuang’s room door was closed, and he seemed not to see them again.

Mo Hua knocked on the door, but no one responded.

 When the time came, he had no choice but to leave.

Mo Hua followed the team of monks and left the Five Elements Sect. Every few steps he took, he looked back, wondering if he could see his master and if he could take another look at him.

 But until he left the Five Elements Sect, he still saw no trace of his master.

 “I can’t see the master anymore…”

Mo Hua’s tears couldn’t be stopped and flowed down.

 And on a high building in Wuxing Sect.

Mr. Zhuang, who was not seen by anyone, kept watching the ink painting leave.

He looked at the small figure in the ink painting, kept looking back, wiping tears, and gradually moved away, and finally disappeared among the pavilions.

 The gentle eyes reveal endless expectations:

 “I entrusted the past of our sect to your senior brothers and sisters...”

 “But I entrust the future of our sect to you...”

 (End of this chapter)