MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 672 Gods, humans and ghosts

Chapter 672: Gods, Men and Ghosts

Mo Hua was dumbfounded and couldn't help but murmured:

"No way…"

You really have to "eat" God to break through the realm, so can anyone really master this technique?

 Or is this just your own guess?

Mo Hua frowned.

Although this "Tian Yan Jue" is an ancient skill, given to me by an enigmatic master, and its origin is confusing, but no matter what, it is not really so "perverted"...

 Kill the gods, devour the divine marrow, and change the quality of the divine consciousness. Only then can you break through the realm of cultivation.

If this is the case, it should not be called "Tian Yan Jue", but "Shen Devouring Jue"...

Mo Hua silently cursed in his heart.

　　It’s not that he can find it if he wants to look for it, catch it if he wants to catch it, or “eat” it if he wants to…

 “Think of something in advance…”

 In the third year, you will have to decide whether to upgrade or repeat a grade.

What is the difference between evil gods and ordinary gods?

 What is the “way” of gods?

 What are the methods of the gods?

Mo Hua silently breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought about it, his heart tightened again.

But being stuck in building foundations all your life will not only make you lose face, but will also bring shame to Mr. Xun, who values ​​you.

Also, after eating the "divine marrow" and being assimilated by divinity, it seems that one will gradually lose one's humanity, forget one's original intention, and become no longer oneself...

 It is now the second year of entry.

Mo Hua frowned, feeling a little confused.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

 No, absolutely not!

 Even for Mr. Xun’s sake, I would not be “dropped out” of the Taixu Sect.

The ink painting has a firm gaze.

If the Tianyan Jue really requires 'eating' the gods to break through, then you must make preparations in advance, take precautions, and use all means to eat the 'spiritual marrow' in advance!

 In this way, even if this technique is really "abnormal", I won't be afraid at all!

Mo Hua nodded.

 The evil **** is not a Chinese cabbage.

“Let’s make plans based on the possibility of ‘eating’ the God Breaking Realm…”

And if you never "eat" the divine marrow and your cultivation is always blocked by a "bottleneck", you may be stuck in the early stage of foundation building for a lifetime, and you will have to stay at the level for a lifetime...

 “It shouldn’t be that…”

If you can’t figure it out, you can only think about ink painting for the time being.

There are only a few records in some monastic classics, and the words are very vague. Most of them are about the state boundaries and the gods who received incense and protected them.

 What exactly the gods are is not very clear in Mo Hua.

I have to wait until I have reached a higher level of cultivation and learn the formation that Grandpa Situ said, "turning yin and yang, reversing life and death, and seizing luck" to save the master!

 It also costs merit to read books in the library.

 In his monastic experience so far, which is only about ten years, there is very little monastic knowledge involving "gods".

 Things like “spiritual essence” are hard to come by.

 If you stay one level, you will change from Cheng Mo's "little senior brother" to their "little junior brother".

If you can't make a breakthrough, will you have to repeat the grade and be a "little junior brother" for the rest of your life?

 The ink painting has a serious expression.

“But where can there be so many ‘gods’ to ‘eat’ for myself?”

 What if?

 Out Out out of the bottleneck, the mid-stage, late-stage foundation building, or even the final pill formation, wouldn't you be doomed if you really have to kill and eat gods and deify your spiritual consciousness?

Mo Hua frowned and his face became serious.

Mo Hua frowned and thought hard for a long time, but still had no idea.

 If you really want to "eat" the divine realm, don't prepare it in advance and don't eat enough of the "spiritual essence".

 He just looked through it for a long time, but still didn't get much.

 Mo Hua is currently considered a "rich man" and has made a lot of achievements, so he doesn't mind the expense.

 Early the next morning, after finishing his monastic class, Mo Hua went to the library at Taixu Gate to find out if there were any monastic records or inherited classics related to "gods".

Furthermore, even if you really find it, catch it, and "eat" it in your mouth, there will be other troubles.

 By next year, everyone will break through the bottleneck and become mid-stage foundation-building monks.

If you are in a hurry and cannot break through, you will definitely repeat the grade.

 How can the evil **** be so easy to kill...

 If you don’t understand these issues, you will certainly not be able to “eat” God with confidence and boldness.

 Whenever something happens, you should consider the worst case scenario...

 Time is also limited.

And if you really can't break through the realm, you won't be able to do many things in this life just by relying on foundation-building cultivation.

 Or maybe people indulge in greed and greed, and their beliefs become corrupted, causing the gods who originally protected one party to degenerate into evil gods.

Or maybe there is an evil **** causing trouble, and a powerful monk suppresses the evil **** and seals it...

 It's just that these records are mostly "supposedly" and "hearsay", and I don't know whether they are true or false.

　　Not to mention the origin of gods, cultivating gods, and "eating" gods...

As well as what the big eyes of the golden evil **** said, such as the divine fetus, Taoism, divine marrow, food sacrifices, and other "theological" inheritance books such as divine status, incense, and authority.

 There is a vague feeling in the ink painting.

 God and man seem to be two completely different monastic existences.

 “May I ask Mr. Xun, or the elders of the sect?”

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, but gave up.

　　Since you have "bad intentions" and have "ulterior" purposes, it is better not to ask the elders about this taboo question.

 In this case, there is only one way:

 Ask Mr. Huangshan.

 After all, Huangshan Jun is the only "god" among his "friends".

Although he is down and out and is just a shabby little mountain god, the mountain **** is also a **** and he always knows more than he knows.

 Mo Hua made up his mind.

A few days later, during the ten-day break, Mo Hua specially prepared food and wine and went to Dry Mountain.

This is a special visit, not just a drop-in.

In order not to "break the appointment" and not to "disappoint" Mr. Huangshan, Mo Hua got up early and hired a faster carriage, thinking of leaving early and returning early to avoid being delayed by something else.

The carriage was speeding like lightning, and a few hours later, Mo Hua arrived at Dry Mountain.

 After getting off the carriage, we were still familiar with the familiar rugged mountain roads and familiar steep stone steps.

 The surrounding scenery is still the same as in memory, quiet and desolate.

 From a long way away, you can see the ruined temple of Huangshanjun.

 The feeling of intimacy in the heart of the ink painting arises spontaneously.

He stepped on the moss-soaked stone steps, facing the rising sun. He was in a happy mood and walked briskly, step by step, towards the ruined temple.

 The mountain breeze is refreshing and the mountain scenery remains the same.

Mo Hua hummed a song and walked all the way to the ruined temple. When he looked up, he saw Lord Huangshan sitting upright on top of the clay sculpture, but his face was not very good.

 It was as if he was being tortured, with a look of helplessness and hopelessness.

Mo Hua raised his head, looked at the sky, and said doubtfully:

“Tiger, the weather is so nice today, why do you look unhappy?”

Huang Shanjun glanced at Mo Hua with resentment.

 I didn’t know you were coming yet…

Huang Shanjun sighed silently in his heart.

Ever since it had a premonition that a small disaster was coming to the door again, it became very nervous and couldn't sleep well for days and nights...

 This hunch has been around since the beginning of the year.

 But then, for some unknown reason, it suddenly disappeared again.

Mr. Huangshan thought that the child would not come, and he was so happy that a huge stone fell to his heart.

I was not happy for long, this premonition suddenly became stronger and seemed inevitable.

Huangshan Jun accepted his fate, so early in the morning, he sat in the clay sculpture, waiting in agony for the "distinguished guests" to come to his door.

Mo Hua looked around and asked curiously: "Aren't you going to mess with the puppy this time?"

 Huangshan Jun looked numb.

If drilling a puppy was useful, I would have drilled it long ago.

But the fact is that even if you get into a puppy, you can’t escape. The child will still “sniff” it out...

 It’s just self-deception of “God”.

Mo Hua was a little unhappy when he saw Huangshan Jun. He thought it had no incense to worship it and no food offerings to eat, so he was in a low mood.

 It seems that not only people are in destitution, but they are not living a good life.

　　God is down and out, and he will live in poverty.

Those who live at the bottom, whether they are gods or humans, seem to be pretty much the same.

Mo Hua felt a little sympathetic, and then felt relieved: Fortunately, he came!

 “I’ve brought you something delicious!”

Mo Hua took out the prepared spiritual wine, spiritual fruits, various steamed buns, snacks, wine and meat from the storage bag, placed them on the altar, and then looked at Huangshan Jun eagerly.

 It seems to be saying, hurry up and eat.

  Huang Shanjun was a little moved in his complicated mood.

 Obviously this child means big trouble...

It sighed, not wanting to...of course it didn't dare. Taking advantage of Mo Hua's kindness, he took a sip of wine and ate a few bites of chicken.

As soon as the meat enters the mouth, Huangshan Jun’s narrow eyes light up.

It's so pitiful that it hasn't eaten such a delicious offering in an unknown amount of time.

It smells so good!

Huang Shanjun forgot his worries for a moment and started eating without thinking.

Mo Hua nodded.

These offerings were specially prepared by Mo Hua.

 Some of the dishes were cooked by him himself, showing the kindness of a "demigod" in his infancy.

 It’s just this kind of thing that Mo Hua doesn’t know about.

  Huang Shanjun didn’t expect it at all.

It only felt that today’s offering was particularly delicious, and it might even be the most delicious offering it had ever tasted since it was killed by a sword turned into a divine thought and lived in a ruined temple.

Huangshan Jun shook his head while eating and narrowed his eyes.

Mo Hua was also very happy when he saw this. He jumped up lightly on the altar and sat side by side with Huangshan Jun. Then he took out a roasted leg of lamb from the storage bag and started to feast with Huangshan Jun.

The ink painting records that Huangshan Jun does not eat mutton, so he accepted the mutton leg with a smile.

 Huangshan Jun could not help but stiffen when he smelled the smell of sheep.

It turned its head and seemed ignorant of the ink painting. It gnawed on the leg of lamb until its mouth was covered with oil, and its eyelids couldn't help but tremble.

 After a while, Mr. Huangshan sighed, took a sip of wine, and continued to eat his offerings.

The mountains and forests are beautiful and the temples are quiet.

 The bright sunshine shone from the roof and spread all over the ground.

Mo Hua and Huangshan Jun just sat side by side, quietly, one gnawing on the leg of lamb and the other eating the offerings.

After eating for a while, Mr. Huangshan suddenly understood. “You are looking for me... for something, right?”

“Hmm!” Mo Hua nodded, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and asked straight to the point:

“Tiger, what is the difference between gods and humans?”

"this…"

Huang Shanjun was slightly startled and asked in confusion: "Why do you ask this?"

 “I’m just curious.”

Mo Hua blinked.

Huang Shanjun curled his lips silently. He didn't believe it. Mo Hua went so far and brought delicious food just because he was "curious".

 “Tell me!” Mo Hua took another bite of the lamb leg.

Huang Shanjun just wanted to excuse himself, but suddenly he felt a panic in his heart.

When Mo Hua said this, his face was innocent and cute, but it also had some majesty inexplicably, making it a bit...

 Don’t dare to refuse.

Huangshan Jun was shocked.

 Did something happen to this child again?

 How could he, a mountain god, subconsciously dare not reject his words? !

  Huangshan Jun’s expression changed and his mood fluctuated.

 The ink painting was a little strange, so he asked:

 “Tiger, what’s wrong with you?”

Huang Shanjun was startled, then he forced a smile and said with a sneer:

 “No, it’s nothing…”

"Oh." Mo Hua glanced at Huangshan Jun suspiciously, and then asked: "Then can you tell me? What exactly is God? How is it different from humans?"

After Mo Hua asked, he thought that Mr. Huangshan would be perfunctory for a while.

Unexpectedly, Huangshan Jun seemed to tremble slightly, then sighed deeply and said calmly: "Okay, I'll tell you..."

"Uh-huh."

Mo Hua immediately sat up straight and listened attentively.

Huang Shanjun looked at the ink painting with a complicated expression, and then slowly sighed:

“The so-called gods are also a kind of spirit in heaven and earth, but they are different from humans in that they do not rely on flesh and blood to exist. Instead, they are powerful, independent, and pure spiritual beings.”

“But this does not mean that gods do not need objects to live in.”

“Just like human beings, they have both flesh and blood and spiritual consciousness, and both are indispensable.”

“When a person’s cultivation is advanced to a certain level, the soul can leave the body for a short time, but neither the body nor the soul can be killed or injured.”

“When the spiritual consciousness dissipates, the flesh and blood will have no owner; if the flesh and blood does not exist, the spiritual consciousness will perish.”

 “The gods are probably like this too…”

“Different gods have different accommodation objects, some are mountains and rocks, some are river beds, but most gods actually host a kind of ‘god statue’…”

“The ‘god statue’ is equivalent to the ‘flesh body’ of the god.”

“But there are many kinds of gods, some are natal gods, some are twin gods, some are missionary gods, and there are also heterogeneous pagan gods..."

 “Preach?” Mo Hua wondered.

Huangshan Jun said: "If a **** wants to become stronger, he needs to eat incense, and if he wants to be believed by people, he naturally needs to 'preach'..."

“The wider the sermon, the more believers, the deeper the vow, and the stronger the god.”

“The gods preach, and it is impossible to move the only ‘original’ idol. They can only divide themselves, lodge on the ‘preaching’ statue, and then disperse it across the nine states, allowing humans everywhere to offer incense...”

Mo Hua suddenly realized, "So most of the 'god statues' that can be seen in the world are 'preaching' statues, which host the differentiated spiritual thoughts of the gods. They are used by the gods to eat incense and accept offerings?"

“As for the ‘natal idol’, it is the source of the **** and cannot be leaked easily?”

Huangshan Jun nodded: "Not bad."

Mo Hua's eyes suddenly lit up, he stared at the clay sculpture of Huangshan Jun, and said curiously:

“Then, is this clay sculpture of yours a statue of your natal deity or a missionary deity?”

Huang Shanjun was startled and quickly covered his clay sculpture, "I can't tell you this!"

 Say it and it’s over!

Mo Hua didn’t have to know. When he saw Huangshan Jun looking panicked, he comforted him and said:

 “Don’t worry, I’ll just ask you casually and I won’t give you any ideas...”

Mr. Huangshan was doubtful, but he still held on to his clay sculpture.

Mo Hua said some nice words and gave him some fruits, and then he calmed down Huangshan Jun.

 “Preaching statue…”

Mo Hua thought for a while and suddenly asked: "Are there any gods... who live in humans?"

Huangshan Jun's eyes trembled, and his expression became very scary.

Mo Hua was slightly startled when he saw this, "What's wrong?"

Huang Shanjun struggled, and finally sighed:

"have…"

“Gods generally only reside in idols. If He resides in humans, it means... He has become an evil god!”

 “Evil God…”

Mo Hua’s eyes darkened slightly.

Huang Shanjun looked solemn and continued: "The statues of gods are generally made of clay and stone. These things are dead objects in the world. They have no life or consciousness, so they are 'clean'."

“The gods reside in the statues, adhering to their own ‘way’, and will not be affected, and there will be no serious problems.”

“But people are different. People have spiritual consciousness, and all kinds of unknown greed and desires reside in their spiritual consciousness, which is ‘unclean’..."

“When a **** resides in a human being, it will either pollute the human being or be polluted by the human being…”

“Once polluted, it will deteriorate…”

"Not just humans, if a **** incarnates on monsters, spiritual beasts, or any other conscious and living creatures, this means that he is already an 'evil god', or at least, he has already taken the path of The path of the 'evil god'..."

 There was deep fear in Huangshan Jun's eyes.

Mo Hua felt awe-struck in his heart and whispered: "The evil god...isn't it scary?"

 Huangshan Jun nodded with fear on his face.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, but still felt a little puzzled, "Why is it that if you live in flesh and blood, you will be polluted, degraded, and become an evil god?"

“Just eating incense and receiving faith will not lead to degeneration?”

 “What will happen if you become an evil god?”

 “What is so scary about the evil god?”

 …

Mo Hua asked a series of questions.

Huang Shanjun smiled bitterly upon hearing this, "I'm just a small mountain **** who has fallen into disrepair. How do I know about these things? The evil **** is not someone I can afford to offend..."

"Right…"

Mo Hua nodded and stopped embarrassing Lord Huangshan and asking such terrible questions as "evil god".

 Huangshan Jun also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Right..." Mo Hua thought for a while, picked another question that he was very confused about, and asked slowly:

 “Can a man become a god?”

Huang Shanjun was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head, "What are you thinking... This will definitely not work."

“Isn’t it okay to eat incense like a god?” Mo Hua said.

Huang Shanjun said angrily: "Have you ever seen a living person go to receive incense?"

Mo Hua thought about it, and in his mind, there seemed to be no examples of living people receiving incense.

Huangshan Jun said: "Gods are gods and humans are humans. Although they are both a kind of creature in the world, they are completely different. It is impossible for humans to 'become gods'."

“When a person loses his physical body, his spiritual consciousness will disappear over time.”

“But once you have a physical body and all kinds of desires are added to it, you are always being ‘polluted’, without stripping away the earthly foundation. In this way, you will never be able to become a god.”

Mo Hua nodded slowly and asked again:

“What if we don’t need a physical body, but live directly on an external object, such as a painting, a sword, a gourd...”

Mo Hua remembered that he had seen many visualization pictures, and the evil spirits in them were mostly like this.

Huangshan Jun said: "This is not a human being, not a god, but a 'ghost'."

"ghost?"

 Ink painting is a little surprised.

Huang Shanjun nodded, "Human consciousness and body are one. Flesh and spirit blend with God and are inseparable..."

“Once a person’s spiritual consciousness leaves the physical body, or the physical body is destroyed and spiritual consciousness remains, then this spiritual consciousness is ‘incomplete’…”

 “What is incomplete will seek to be completed.”

“You may live in a foreign object, but the foreign object is not yours; you may live in a physical body, but your original body has been destroyed. Even if you replace it with someone else’s body, it is still not yours.”

“In this case, your consciousness will continue to be depleted, your memory will gradually become blurred, and your original ‘human nature’ will gradually become distorted...”

 “Then gradually, it will become a ‘ghost’…”

“What will a person do once he becomes a ghost?” Huang Shanjun looked at the ink painting, sighed, and asked slowly.

Mo Hua frowned and thought for a moment, "Will you eat other people's consciousness?"

Huangshan Jun nodded, "Yes, your consciousness has no physical body and no place for nourishment. It is constantly being depleted and cannot be restored. You can only supplement it by eating other people's consciousness."

“Isn’t it okay to eat other ghosts or evil thoughts?” Mo Hua asked.

Huangshan Jun said: "It's natural, but other ghosts and evil thoughts are not so easy to encounter. Even if you encounter them, you may not be their opponent."

“Even if you eat it, it won’t help the problem...”

Huang Shanjun sighed with emotion, "The most terrifying thing is that a person turns into a ghost..."

 “They will give priority to eating their own flesh and blood relatives.”

Mo Hua looked at him with a sharp look, "A close relative of flesh and blood?"

Huang Shanjun nodded and said: "When a person becomes a 'ghost', his spiritual thoughts will be lost and his memory will be blurred."

“Among the others, the ones who have the most memories related to you are naturally your closest relatives.”

“So after you become a ghost, the first thing you want to ‘eat’ is the consciousness of your loved ones, in order to maintain your existence.”

 “This is instinct and cannot be suppressed.”

“Even if it can be suppressed for a while, sooner or later it will explode violently.”

“Secondly, the ghost’s physical body is gone, and the closest thing to its physical body are relatives with the same blood.”

“So ghosts are also used to parasitizing their own parents and children.”

Huang Shanjun sighed, "Therefore, once a person becomes a 'ghost', or once a monk becomes a ghost cultivator, it means that it has most likely killed one's closest relatives..."

 The ink painting is unbearable and thoughtful.

Huang Shanjun finally said in a solemn tone:

“Gods, humans, and ghosts are all related to ‘spiritual thoughts’ and adhere to certain rules, but they are distinct and completely different from each other.”

"These knowledge about spiritual thoughts are extremely secret monastic knowledge. I am a mountain god. I have lived longer, so I know more about it."

“Ordinary monks, who have not cultivated spiritual consciousness and have weak spiritual thoughts, know nothing about these things.”

“They only know how to revere gods and fear ghosts, but they don’t know what they revere and what they fear.”

“Even among the monks, some of the so-called aristocratic families are a bunch of old people who have lived for a long time. They don’t have this kind of inheritance, they don’t understand gods and ghosts, and they don’t know much..."

　　After Huangshan Jun said this, he stroked his beard with a proud look on his face.

Mo Hua nodded with respect, then was slightly startled and glanced at Huangshan Jun suspiciously:

 “Tiger, have you lived a long, long time?”

Huang Shanjun was stunned and broke into a cold sweat.

 (End of this chapter)