MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 611 Sword of Divine Thought

Chapter 611 The Sword of Divine Sense

It was afternoon, and the bright sunshine was shining on the lush mountains and forests.

 A moss-stained stone step leads to the top of the mountain.

Mo Hua walked up the mountain steps with brisk steps and light body, humming a little tune.

 But when he reached the ruined temple, he was stunned.

"no one?"

 The ruined temple was empty, there was no human figure, and there was no aura of the mountain **** in his spiritual perception.

Mo Hua looked closely and saw that on the altar, several steamed buns had gone rancid and some fruits had dried. He didn't know how long they had been there.

There is no meat on the altar, only a wine glass.

The wine glass is full, but what is in it is not wine, but the rainwater flowing down from the eaves when the mountain rain pours. The water surface is clear, but the bottom of the glass is covered with dust.

 Looking desolate.

Mo Hua is somewhat sympathetic.

 What a miserable mountain god.

 “Huangshan Jun?”

Mo Hua shouted a few words, but the ruined temple was empty, the eaves were leaking, and the mountains were lonely. His voice echoed a few times, but disappeared again.

"not at home?"

Mo Hua frowned, feeling rather melancholy as if he had traveled thousands of miles to see his friend, only to find that his friend was gone.

 “That’s not right…”

 Where can a mountain **** go? No more temples?

The ink painting looked around, but the ruined temple was only a small place with tattered walls. Looking around, there was still no sign of Huangshan Jun.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt something in his heart.

He noticed that in his spiritual incarnation, the few strands of pale golden blood marrow refined from the "bone marrow" of the demon leader, Yangjiao, suddenly trembled.

Mo Hua suddenly understood, and he knew what was going on. Following the pull of the light golden divine blood, he walked out of the temple gate, walked around the ruined temple, and found a statue of a puppy in the corner behind the temple.

The puppy statue is gray, bald and dirty, with its head drooped and lying in the grass, not daring to show any breath.

Mo Hua squatted in front of the puppy statue, looking at it silently with his big eyes.

 The puppy didn’t dare to move.

"Hello-"

Mo Hua whispered.

 The eyes of the clay sculpture of the puppy looked a little panicked for some reason.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Mo Hua shouted again in a low voice.

The clay sculpture of a puppy makes me want to close my eyes.

"He is a mountain **** after all. Isn't it shameful to hide among puppies..." Mo Hua said.

 The puppy felt ashamed and angry, but still did not show any reaction.

Mo Hua looked a little unhappy. He raised three fingers and said solemnly: "I only count three times. If you don't come out, I won't be polite..."

"three…"

"two…"

 After three counts, smoke curled up from the puppy statue, and the long and narrow smiling face of Mr. Huangshan appeared.

Looking at Mo Hua’s unkind expression, Huangshan Jun smiled warmly and kindly:

"Ah...who was I at that time? It turned out to be a little friend. There was nothing going on in the mountains. I was basking in the sun and accidentally fell asleep. I missed my welcome. Don't blame me..."

Mo Hua looked up at the sky and said strangely:

 “It’s shady here, why do you want to bask in the sun?”

Huang Shanjun suffocated and smiled, "It's warm and cool in the sun..."

Then he was afraid of Mo Hua’s questioning and immediately changed the subject:

 “My little friend came to see me. What’s the matter?”

 Mo Hua’s attention was indeed diverted.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded. Just when he was about to speak, he glanced at Huangshan Jun and asked curiously: "Are you going to stay in this puppy all the time?"

Huangshan Jun slandered, "You think I think..."

 “If it weren’t for hiding…”

When Huangshan Jun thought about this, he was suddenly startled and couldn't help but ask:

“How do you know that I am ‘hiding’...not that I am here to bask in the sun?”

It is "condescending", even losing face, living in such a small mud dog clay sculpture, even hiding the origin of the mountain god, but it was still found...

Mo Hua said: "I feel it."

"Feel?"

"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "I felt like you were here, and then I came over to look for it, and found that you were indeed here!"

Mr. Huangshan felt his scalp numb when he heard this.

 It’s over, there’s no way to avoid this little disaster...

 It’s too outrageous…

Smart little ghosts are not scary. The most terrifying thing is the little ghosts who are not only smart but also talkative.

 Without any tricks, it’s hard to guard against...

Huang Shanjun sighed, slowly walked out of the clay sculpture of the puppy, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Please come to the humble house to reminisce about the past..."

So the mountain **** led the way, and the ink painting swaggered, and he followed the mountain **** into the ruined temple.

Huangshan Jun turned into wisps of blue smoke, but still resides in the clay sculpture of the mountain **** in the center of the altar.

Mo Hua was sitting next to the altar, chatting "side by side" with Mr. Huangshan.

 It's just that Huangshan Jun seemed a little reserved, so Mo Hua was puzzled and said:

 “I won’t ‘eat’ you, so why are you so afraid?”

Huang Shanjun smiled "hehe" and thought to himself: "Guess whether I believe it or not..."

 But it still smiled and said:

“My little friend Bingxue is smart and has a Taoist heart as clear as a mirror. He is different from ordinary people. I don’t even have time to make friends with you. How come I am avoiding you?”

Mo Hua naturally didn’t believe it. He glanced at Huangshan Jun and asked curiously:

“Tiger, were you very powerful before?”

Huang Shanjun was startled, his smile faded, and he asked strangely: "How do you know?"

"My guess."

Huang Shanjun shook his head, "Do you think I look powerful?"

Mo Hua looked at Huangshan Jun with clear eyes and a calm voice:

“He is ten feet long, has seven feet of claws, has brown fur, and is so powerful that he has a strong breath. His eyes are soaked in blood, and boundless ferocity and evil thoughts are entangled in his body..."

Huang Shanjun's eyes suddenly turned ferocious, and then he touched the deep gaze of the ink painting, and his face turned pale again.

 “You, you…what exactly…”

Mo Hua blinked and whispered:

“Were you really like this before?”

Huang Shanjun looked bitter, "How did you know?"

Mo Hua said: "I had a dream at night, and I dreamed of a mountain **** who looked like a big yellow rat. I guessed it might be you, so I came to ask you."

Huangshan Jun looked complicated. After hesitating several times, he sighed:

 “That’s all in the past…”

“In the past, I did enjoy a place of incense. My spiritual thoughts were so powerful that they enveloped the mountains and rivers and transformed into a divine form. Under the laws of heaven, I reached the top of the world and was almost unrivaled.”

"But mountain gods are just like people. Once they become arrogant, they will be invaded by evil spirits."

“You will know what happened next...Oh, I can’t bear to look back. Now I am in a state of despair..."

“…Are you being bullied by me?” Mo Hua said.

ˆHuangshan Jun nodded, "Yes..."

 Halfway through the sentence, it suddenly felt cold and immediately smiled, "No, no, you didn't bully me..."

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and what came to his mind was the majestic and awe-inspiring appearance of Huangshan Jun in the past. Then he looked at his current desolate appearance, which was still a bit unbelievable.

Huang Shanjun seemed to see what Mo Hua was thinking, and sighed:

“Most of the existences in the world, whether they are humans, demons or gods, are puppets of strength, fame, power and status.”

 “This is especially true for people.”

 “A beggar becomes an emperor, and with the blessing of power, he has the appearance of an emperor;”

“An emperor has become a beggar. Without power, he can only beg for mercy.”

“People who are truly transcendent of external things, unbridled by power and fame, and have extraordinary thoughts have always been rare..."

 “This is the same for me, the mountain god.”

“Back then, when my spiritual thoughts were strong and I had boundless power, I was naturally majestic…”

“But the one who is majestic is actually not me, but the mighty force of heaven and earth that uses me as a ‘puppet’…”

“Later, my cultivation was cut off by a sword. Without that great power, I was just myself, a poor little mountain god. I could only live like this now, hanging my tail between my legs..."

The ink painting has a surprised look on its face. It expresses emotion for Huangshan Jun's transparency, but also feels that Huangshan Jun is pitiful.

ˆHuangshan Jun was made uncomfortable by the "sympathetic" look in the ink painting, and he had to say:

"You came to me not just to expose your scars..."

Mo Hua nodded, "That's natural, I'm not so free..."

Huang Shanjun’s eyelids twitched, with a helpless expression on his face.

This child has an innocent face, but when he speaks, he is always very worried...

Huangshan Jun sighed:

 “What’s the matter with you? Just ask if you want…”

 Finish asking early and go back early.

Huangshan Jun wanted to send Mo Hua away.

Mo Hua immediately said: "Can you teach me the way to kill you, the sword technique of turning your mind into a sword?"

Huang Shanjun muttered: "I told you, I don't know how to..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "Although you don't know how to do it, your spiritual will is so strong and you have been hacked by yourself. You must know the principle of turning your spiritual thought into a sword. You probably also know how to cultivate this sword of spiritual thought!"

"I have no idea…"

 “No, you know!” Mo Hua’s eyes were bright and his tone was determined.

  Huangshan Jun was looked at by Mo Hua's big and discerning eyes and felt a headache.

 It feels that it has never encountered such a difficult little ancestor in its life...

 “That’s all, I’ll tell you that…”

 Huangshan Jun compromised.

　　The sooner you say it, the sooner you will be freed. If you don’t say it, you don’t know how long you will be remembered...

Huang Shanjun seemed to be remembering the past, his expression was slightly restrained, and his eyes were solemn and he said:

 “This sword art is called…”

 “Taixu’s spiritual thoughts turn into true sword techniques!”

Huang Shanjun's tone was frustrated. After he finished reading, he glanced at Mo Hua. Seeing that he didn't look surprised, he was stunned for a moment and said, "You know?"

 “Hmm!” Mo Hua said.

 “How do you know?”

Mo Hua jumped off the altar, opened his arms, and showed Huangshan Jun his elegant and handsome Taoist robe in black and white:

“Guess, what sect’s robes am I wearing?”

Huang Shanjun stared at it for a moment, then he was startled and opened his mouth wide, "It can't be..."

Mo Hua smiled and said: "The Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, Taixu Sect... is the 'Taixu' of the 'Taixu Divine Mind Transformation into Sword True Art'."

Mr. Huangshan felt bitter in his heart.

It felt that the Taoist robe painted in ink looked familiar. When he said it, he realized that it was indeed the Taoist robe of Taixu Sect. This little ancestor and the man who killed him were wearing the same sect's robes!

 It's just that what Mo Hua wears is the original disciple's Taoist robe.

 The styles and patterns are much simpler, and there are more black and less white. Unlike that person back then, who was almost dressed in white, I didn't recognize it until now...

Huang Shanjun’s eyes were filled with resentment, “You are a disciple of the Taixu Sect. You can just learn it yourself. Why do you need to ask me?”

 “The sect doesn’t have it, I can’t find it…”

Mo Hua said, and then thought for a moment, "It's also possible that my level is too low, my authority is not enough, and I can't learn..."

ˆHuangshan Jun was silent, not wanting to say anything.

Mo Hua said: "Just tell me, I owe you a favor."

 “What’s the use of your favor...”

Huang Shanjun murmured in his heart, but he was still very honest, "Okay, I'll tell you..."

Mo Hua jumped up to the altar again, sat cross-legged, and listened quietly.

Huang Shanjun sighed, "I am a mountain god, and my spiritual thoughts are different from those of ordinary monks, so my understanding of spiritual thoughts must be deeper..."

“Back then, I was fighting with the Taixu Sect sword cultivator. During the fight, I was cut all over my body by the Shen Nian sword energy. I also understood a little bit about the mystery of this sword technique...”

“The sword art of turning spiritual thoughts into swords is different from ordinary sword art.”

“General sword techniques are to inject the spiritual power of the whole body into the spiritual sword, condense it into ‘sword energy’, and then use the sharp sword energy to kill the enemy.”

“The transformation of spiritual thoughts into swords is different. It requires condensing spiritual thoughts on top of the sword energy to manifest the invisible, qualityless, but infinitely mysterious ‘sword intent’…”

“You must use sword energy as the foundation and temper the spirit with sword intent, in order to exert extremely powerful power. You can cut tangible things, and you can also cut invisible gods!”

"in short…"

 “Generally, when wielding a sword, what is made is the sword, and what is cultivated is the sword spirit.”

“The purpose of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords is to go one step beyond sword energy and cultivate sword intent.”

“Both are indispensable. Only when the sword energy is cultivated to the extreme can the sword intention be cultivated. With the blessing of the sword intention, the sword energy can be indestructible and kill in all directions!”

 There was a hint of arrogance in Huangshan Jun’s eyes:

“If it weren’t for this gate, Taixu’s spiritual thoughts could be turned into swords, and the true art could turn from the real to the virtual, and use the visible sword to kill the invisible god, there might not be anyone in this world who could have beaten me..."

Mo Hua considered:

"Then you...wouldn't you have become an 'evil'?"

Huang Shanjun's heart felt cold and startled, and his expression was even more unbelievable:

 “You...how do you know?!”

Mo Hua nodded, "I've seen how evil people are raised like this..."

 Furthermore, I have killed evildoers!

But this kind of thing is a bit taboo and it’s hard to say it out...

 Despite this, Huangshan Jun still took a breath of cold air.

It feels more and more that Mo Hua, the little ancestor, cannot be offended.

Huangshan Jun immediately calmed down his arrogant expression.

 Stop bragging.

If you continue to brag, your skin will be blown, and this little ancestor will see the flaws again, it will be bad...

Mo Hua didn't notice the subtle expression on Huangshan Jun's face, but thought about the matter of spiritual thoughts turning into swords in his heart:

“You must first cultivate the sword energy to the extreme, then turn from real to empty, cultivate the sword intention, and integrate the sword intention into the sword energy. Only then can you practice the ‘Taixu Divine Mind Transformation into Sword True Art’…”

Mo Hua was disappointed.

“If I don’t practice sword cultivation and practice sword energy, wouldn’t it mean that I wouldn’t be able to learn how to transform my sword into a sword with my spiritual thoughts?”

Huang Shanjun nodded and said, "This is natural."

Mo Hua thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Suppose I don't cultivate sword energy, but my spiritual consciousness is strong enough, and I can directly transform my spiritual thoughts into sword intentions. Is this okay?"

Huang Shanjun thought the ink paintings were whimsical and said angrily:

"You don't have the sword spirit anymore, so where can you get the sword spirit?"

“You are a formation master. If you don’t draw formations, can you understand the principles of formations?”

 “Isn’t this the same principle...”

“The better your sword practice, the sharper your sword energy, the purer and more powerful your sword intention will be…”

“How can it be transformed by just relying on spiritual thoughts? Is your spiritual thoughts stronger than the sword aura of a swordsman?”

“Besides, how strong can your consciousness be?”

Mo Hua whispered: "Are sixteen lines enough?"

Huang Shanjun sneered, "Sixteen lines, what's enough?"

Huang Shanjun wanted to say something else, but suddenly he was stunned and turned to look at the ink painting, "How much?"

 “Sixteen lines…”

 Huangshan Jun's expression froze...

 Sixteen lines...why only sixteen lines?

 What age are you and what level are you in?

 In the early stage of foundation building, where did the sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness come from?

 It's not like you ate something...

Huang Shanjun’s heart skipped a beat, he immediately looked at his nose and mouth, and whispered softly:

“The sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness are already very strong, but if I really want to turn my spiritual thoughts into a sword, it’s still not enough…”

 “How much does that cost?”

"Yu..." Huang Shanjun lowered his voice as he spoke, "At least the golden elixir, more than twenty lines..."

“Furthermore, the golden elixir may not be able to be cultivated…”

“After all, when spiritual thoughts turn into swords, sword energy turns into sword intention, and sword intention manifests sword energy, rather than simply using ‘divine thoughts’ to manifest sword energy…”

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I understand."

 Let’s give it a try.

 Whenever one day I can form a pill with twenty lines of spiritual consciousness, I will try to see if I can create a sword with my spiritual consciousness alone.

 Before that, let’s find out more about the orthodox "Taixu Divine Mind Transformation into Swords" from the sect.

  After all, Huang Shanjun's statement is from the perspective of the "victim". It may not be the true and correct method of turning spiritual thoughts into swords, and can only be used as a reference.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua complained a little:

 “I asked last time, why didn’t you tell me?”

Huang Shanjun said with a complicated expression:

“Tell you, will you practice to hack me...”

Mo Hua was startled, and after thinking about it, he didn't blame Huangshan Jun. Instead, he took out some wine and meat from the storage bag.

 When you come to see your friends, it’s natural to bring some gifts.

 “I bought it specially for you...”

 There are pork, beef, fruits and vegetables, snacks, and wine…

At that moment, Huangshan Jun was stunned, and a warm current surged in his heart...

Over the years, it has become accustomed to eating steamed buns and munching wild fruits. It drinks rainwater every day and has no incense to offer it. It has become extremely thin...

 Ink painted this child...

He is a little bad, a little ruthless, and a little unreasonable, but he still has a good heart...

 Huangshanjun was deeply relieved.

 Ink painting places wine and meat on the altar.

The altar is used for sacrifice, and the wine and meat used for the sacrifice will be divided into two parts.

Part of it is still an entity, and the other part is transformed into a "sacrifice" that exists as a spiritual thought, for the enjoyment of the mountain **** or a certain type of god.

 Meat that has been eaten by the mountain **** will turn white and tasteless;

 Wine that has been enjoyed will become watery.

Mo Hua placed the sacrifices one by one, but when he placed a leg of lamb, Huangshan Jun’s expression changed slightly and he immediately said:

 “No sheep!”

Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Don't want a sheep?"

Huang Shanjun’s face turned pale, he nodded and said, “I don’t eat mutton…”

Mo Hua felt a little strange, but he didn’t delve into it.

 Be respectful of other people’s eating habits.

People can be picky about food, and so can mountain gods.

However, it cannot be wasted...

Mo Hua kept the leg of lamb and ate it himself.

 In the ruined temple, Huangshan Jun and Mo Hua were eating together.

 Mr. Huangshan enjoyed the offerings of spiritual meat and drank fine spiritual wine, but his thoughts were not in his mind and he couldn't help but look at the ink paintings on the side.

Mo Hua sat on the altar, holding a lamb leg and chewing it with gusto.

 “The meat that I dare not eat, Mo Hua is eating...”

Huang Shanjun’s eyes trembled slightly, and his heart suddenly jumped with fear.

 Vaguely, it always feels that Mo Hua will do some terrible things in the future...

 …

 After eating and drinking, Mo Hua said goodbye to Huangshan Jun.

The idea of ​​Taixu's divine mind transforming into a true sword art gradually became clear in his mind.

 Divinity, sword energy, secret books.

 There are three directions in total.

 “Twenty patterns of spiritual consciousness are still a long time away…”

 At the realm of twenty lines, the formation of pills with spiritual consciousness must be a big threshold. I don’t know what the bottleneck is...

 According to Huangshan Jun, after twenty lines, you can try to turn your spiritual thoughts into a sword.

 Although you may not be able to turn a sword into a sword, you still have to try.

There is also sword energy...

 When you have no time, you can also practice sword energy. Not to mention how proficient you are, but you must also lay some foundation for sword cultivation for "spiritual thoughts turning into swords".

Then, there is also the true secret book of Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword Art.

 When I do more tasks, accumulate more merits, open more permissions, get to know more disciples, and get more clues, see if I can find a way to get it in advance...

 Although it is still early, you can take precautions and make preparations in advance.

Mo Hua nodded.

 “Go step by step…”

 The top priority is still the formation!

After returning to the sect, Mo Hua continued as usual, practicing and taking classes, learning formations, and honing his spiritual consciousness.

Every ten days off, I would follow Senior Sister Murong and the others to do tasks and accumulate merit.

 After a period of time, Mo Hua went through a lot of hardships and finally accumulated more than 800 merits. Then he went to the Merit Pavilion and exchanged for what he dreamed of, the second-grade sixteen-pattern "Beacon Fire Yuan Magnetic Array".

This formation is the Bagua Thunder and Magnetic System formation.

 This is a confidential formation.

 There are very few disciples in the Taixu Sect who want to learn it, and even in the entire Qianxue prefecture, there are not many who are proficient in it.

  But for ink painting, it is extremely important.

 The ink painting unfolds the array diagram of "Beacon Fire Yuan Magnetic Array" in a precious and precious place, just like opening a brand-new array door...

 (End of this chapter)