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MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 682 evil god
Chapter 682 Evil God
After returning to the sect, Mo Hua immediately sent a message to Gu Changhuai:
“Uncle Gu, you have to keep an eye on the ‘Dragon Crossing the River’, someone might do anything to it.”
Gu Changhuai quickly replied, "How do you know?"
Ink painting: "What I heard..."
Gu Changhuai: "Who said that?"
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and asked, "If I tell you, will you believe it?"
Over there, Gu Changhuai obviously paused, "Say."
"It was said by a disciple of Duanjinmen, others call him 'Mr. Jin'." Mo Hua said.
“Mr. Jin?”
"Um."
Gu Changhuai gritted his teeth, "...There are many children from aristocratic families who have become demons and become evil beasts of the demon sect, but they are covered in human skin to cover up their aura..."
“After all, if a disciple becomes a demon, it is a huge scandal for both the family and the sect. In serious cases, it may be forcibly demoted by the Daoting Tianquan Pavilion..."
The ink painting is a bit regretful.
“Did you find out anything else?” Gu Changhuai asked.
Mo Hua continued: "He asked Dragon Crossing the River to enter the Taoist Prison first, and then 'fake death' in the Taoist Prison, and then change his appearance and come out again..."
"That's it..." Mo Hua nodded.
“A long time ago, a descendant of a noble family with high-grade spiritual roots disappeared. Daotingsi investigated and caught the traffickers in black, but all of these traffickers were destroyed by the demonic energy..."
Mo Hua also found it strange before that if the black-clothed traffickers were really deep-rooted, how could Dao Tingsi know nothing about them.
It is still possible for Tao Tingsi in some small places to engage in corruption, fraud, and daring acts, but this is the border of Qianxue State, and the dignified Tao Tingsi of the fifth grade...
Mo Hua thought about it and didn’t hide anything:
“I suspect that the traffickers in black in Qianzhou are disciples of these sects, and this ‘Mr. Jin’ who broke the Golden Gate is very likely to be one of them..."
The ink drawings came again: "Uncle Gu", "Uncle Gu, are you there?", "Uncle Gu, please speak"... they were sent.
“They are the ones who ‘receive’ the goods.”
But Mo Hua, although his behavior is strange and unpredictable, he should not speak freely about this kind of thing.
Gu Changhuai was a little surprised, and after a while he replied: "Okay..."
“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.
“Therefore we surmise…”
“This is not an exception.”
Mo Hua asked again: "Duanjinmen...can Daotingsi investigate it?"
Gu Changhuai couldn't bear it anymore, so he sighed and said slowly:
“You know what happened to Yu’er being robbed, right?”
Sure enough!
Gu Changhuai was silent for another moment and said slowly:
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong, "Uncle Gu, you...have known it for a long time?"
Gu Changhuai said: "That day you... took Yu'er away by chance, and then several men in black came to the restaurant."
"But that's not right..." Mo Hua thought for a while and became a little confused, "All the major sects in Qianzhou strictly prohibit their disciples from practicing demonic skills, and they are prohibited from bringing any demonic skills, Taoist methods, or evil weapons up the mountain..."
Gu Changhuai sighed, "I can't find it, and there's no way to find it..."
“A fifth-level Daotingsi in Qianxue Prefecture is far from capable of intervening among these big forces to investigate such sensitive things..."
“The sect is very powerful, and most of them protect their shortcomings, and they are also connected to various behemoth aristocratic families…”
Gu Changhuai fell silent, his eyes a little scary.
There was no reply from the other party.
How could he not know this?
“The sect’s mountain gate has also deployed means to monitor the evil spirit and demonic energy.”
Since he didn’t speak, he naturally acquiesced.
This kind of substituting things violates the law and is also a taboo of the Daotingsi.
Mo Hua said: "So I sent the 'Dragon Crossing the River' to the Dao Prison. You can keep an eye on it and see if you can find out the inner ghost of Dao Tingsi."
Gu Changhuai didn’t quite believe it.
Mo Hua frowned, "Can't you find it?"
“Don’t worry about this matter for now.”
"Dao Tingsi besieged them. The leader escaped, and the rest of the men in black were left behind, but without exception, they all died. The demonic energy destroyed the physical body, polluted the meridians and spiritual roots, leaving only black. A fishy and smelly mass of flesh and blood..."
Gu Changhuai said: "No. We, the Daoting Division, cannot get involved in the internal affairs of the sect. Unless there is clear evidence that the disciples of the sect have violated the laws of the sect and committed a serious crime, we will not be able to investigate, let alone arrest." "
Mo Hua quickly asked: "Uncle Gu, how much do you know?"
Gu Changhuai said nothing.
“If these disciples are possessed by demons, even if they are wearing human skin, they will be found out and cannot enter the mountain gate. Why can they still hide safely in the sect?”
"This is the strangest thing..." Gu Changhuai's eyes were cold and puzzled:
“No one knows how they concealed their identities. They were clearly possessed by demons and did things worse than animals, but they could still openly come in and out of the sect, claiming to be the genius of the family..."
Mo Hua suddenly thought of something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked a question seriously:
“Uncle Gu, do you know the evil god?”
Gu Changhuai was obviously a little surprised, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"
“Uncle Gu, do you know what the evil **** is?”
Gu Changhuai pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The devil and the evil **** are the great disasters in ancient legends. No one seems to know what it is exactly."
“There are few records in some monastic classics.”
“Why did you suddenly...”
Gu Changhuai was startled, "You wouldn't think that these things are related to evil gods..."
Ink painting: "Hmm..."
Gu Changhuai took a deep breath and said helplessly:
“You couldn’t have read some curious unofficial history of monasticism, or read some weird miscellany of immortals and gods...”
Mo Hua was startled, "Really..."
Gu Changhuai shook his head, "This is Qianzhou, connected to the Qiantian Avenue, with long aristocratic families, numerous sects, and countless powerful monks. How can the evil **** gain a foothold and preach?"
Mo Hua: "But don't you know what the evil **** is? How do you know that the evil **** cannot preach?"
Gu Changhuai was asked by Mo Hua.
He thought for a long time and felt that he still couldn't follow this child into a corner, otherwise he would get himself involved.
Gu Changhuai said: "Practice well, lay a solid foundation, break through the cultivation level as soon as possible, and prepare for elixir formation. Don't always think about these things. The wild things, ghosts and ghosts will confuse the Taoist mind and waste your practice." of."
Mo Hua sighed.
But if he doesn't think about these "gods and ghosts" things, he can't make breakthroughs in cultivation...
If you don't catch the evil **** and "gnaw" it a few times, once it gets stuck by the bottleneck, it will be choked even in the middle stage of foundation building.
"What if...there really is an evil god?" Mo Hua tried again.
Gu Changhuai really tried to think about it, but the more he thought about it, the more abstract it became.
The word "evil god" is too unfamiliar.
In his inherent knowledge of monasticism, he has very little knowledge about the "evil god". It is difficult to imagine what the evil **** is like...
He couldn’t imagine how it was possible for the evil **** to come to the huge five-level Qianxue state, and in what form...
Mo Hua gave up.
He also thought about it from his perspective. From Uncle Gu's perspective, it seemed a bit difficult to understand.
Just like a child who has been growing up in the mountains and suddenly learns that there is a sea in the world, he must be at a loss.
Mo Hua suddenly remembered what Master once said.
Only if one’s spiritual consciousness is strong enough, one can see the truth beneath the surface that others cannot see, and one can glimpse the essence of everything in this world.
The evil **** should be one of this "invisible" truths.
Ordinary monks, if they do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness, seem to be unable to see gods.
Let alone evil gods, even the little mountain **** Huangshan Jun is probably invisible to ordinary monks...
Mo Hua compromised and said to Gu Changhuai:
"Yes, I just saw a book called "The Ten Evil Gods of Ancient and Modern Times" in the library. It said that evil gods can control the consciousness of stupid monks and can eat people..."
Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment, and then couldn't help but say:
“Your Taixumen, your taste in collecting books is indeed somewhat unique…”
I won’t say more about ink painting.
Sometimes, "ignorance" is also a kind of happiness.
My spiritual consciousness is too strong, and sometimes I cannot be happy.
Mo Hua finally remembered one more thing and reminded:
“Uncle Gu, please be careful lately, someone is watching you...”
Mr. Jin and the others seemed to have placed all the sins on that list on Uncle Gu, thinking that Uncle Gu was the "mastermind" behind everything.
Uncle Gu seemed to have become a "big scapegoat" unknowingly and took a "big blame" for himself.
Ink Hua is very sorry.
Gu Changhuai is used to it, "As a Daoting Si Dian Si, you will be watched by many people. It doesn't matter if you have more or less."
Mo Hua still warned: "Then be careful..."
“Yeah.” Gu Changhuai said calmly.
Ink painting is relieved.
Uncle Gu has no worries when he has a lot of debts, and he doesn't feel itchy when he has a lot of lice, so he shouldn't be considered as having troubled him...
Gu Changhuai thought for a moment, and finally said to Mo Hua:
“I will keep an eye on the dragon crossing the river, and I will also pay attention to Mr. Jin and the Broken Golden Gate..."
"Don't worry about the sect disciples who are possessed by demons and the traffickers in black. The water here is deep, don't get yourself into it..." After Gu Changhuai finished speaking, he felt that what he said was useless. He didn't know what Mo Hua wanted to do. Unable to control it, he said:
“Be careful, tell me if you have any clues, and tell me if you encounter any difficulties.”
"Uh-huh!"
Mo Hua agreed repeatedly.
He is not an idiot.
Whether it’s a monk in black or a disciple from an aristocratic family who is possessed by demons, it’s not something he can solve alone. Now that he has ready helpers, he won’t refuse.
The conversation between the two ended here.
In the days that followed, Mo Hua practiced as usual, practicing formations and honing his spiritual consciousness.
His cultivation is progressing step by step, growing bit by bit.
Because he does not pay attention to the foundation, but only pays attention to the speed, the progress of his practice is among the others, neither fast nor slow.
His spiritual power is much deeper than when he first started building the foundation, but he is still a little far away from breaking through to the middle stage of the foundation building.
But apart from that, the realm of spiritual consciousness is very tiring.
his spiritual consciousness is already too strong, far beyond the realm of the early stage of foundation establishment, and is still stuck at the bottleneck of the late stage of foundation establishment.
Therefore, just relying on drawing formations to polish is like dripping water through stone, it is too slow.
Since the realm of spiritual consciousness is stuck at sixteen lines, the level of formation cannot be improved.
During this period of ink painting, I can only try to broaden the breadth of formations and learn more Five Elements and Bagua formations.
But the sixteen-line formation, the ink painting is already very tired.
He really wanted to draw a second-grade high-level formation with seventeen lines or more.
Especially the metamagnetic arrays with seventeen lines or above must involve more profound metamagnetic array principles and have higher-end array applications.
Mo Hua was looking forward to it.
But spiritual consciousness cannot break through, and everything is empty talk.
There are fewer and fewer monsters in Yu'er's nightmares.
Yu'er's complexion is getting better day by day, and Mo Hua is very happy.
But his "rations" are getting less and less day by day, and Mo Hua still feels a little regretful.
“I don’t know when I can have a ‘big meal’…”
Mo Hua muttered in his heart.
Otherwise, we can only wait another year for a breakthrough in cultivation and an expansion of the sea of consciousness to break through the bottleneck of spiritual consciousness.
There is also the matter of "evil gods"...
You can ignore others, but you cannot.
These days, I have been thinking about ink painting for a long time.
According to what Huang Shanjun said before, Mo Hua summarized that the promotion of spiritual consciousness actually has two dimensions.
One is the “quality” of spiritual consciousness, and the other is the “level” of spiritual consciousness.
Eating demons and ghosts improves the “quality” and “quantity” of spiritual consciousness, which is the so-called realm of spiritual consciousness;
Swallowing the divine marrow improves the "level" of the divine consciousness and the "quality" of the divine consciousness, which is also the so-called rank of the gods.
Generally, the improvement of monks’ spiritual consciousness only changes in “quality” and only in “quantity”.
After learning the Tianyan Jue, his spiritual consciousness seems to be able to "qualitatively" change, just like a god, raising the "level" of his spiritual consciousness.
This requires oneself, if you want to "enlighten your spiritual consciousness and enlighten the Tao", you have to practice both quality and quantity, and improve your quality and level.
It’s troublesome enough to upgrade your spiritual consciousness, and now you have to upgrade it.
Mo Hua’s head hurts a little.
The only way now is to try every means to get closer to the evil **** little by little.
Demons are the minions of the evil god, and the divine marrow is hidden in the evil god’s corpse.
It is a great supplement for spiritual consciousness!
But the evil **** is hidden too deep...
Uncle Gu, a spiritual fool like him, wouldn’t believe it even if I told him.
At present, the Fire Buddha is dead and the Bishan Demon Palace has sunk. The only clue that can be grasped is the Dragon Crossing the River, which is on the same list as the Fire Buddha.
It's just that I can't keep an eye on the dragon crossing the river.
He can't leave the sect, nor can he enter the Taoist prison. He is beyond the reach of the whip. He can only leave this matter to Uncle Gu.
What's more, this is also related to Daotingsi's inner ghost, which is originally an internal matter of Daotingsi.
I can’t control it myself.
The dragon crossing the river is an earthworm, and you need to use it to fish.
But you have to be patient when fishing and don’t be in a hurry.
You have to wait for the fish to eat the bait, and wait for the big fish to take the bait.
In this case, we can only figure it out slowly...
Mo Hua sighed.
Looks like I'm going to be hungry for a while longer...
“Where is the corpse of the evil **** hidden...”
…
While Mo Hua was thinking about the evil god, in a forbidden area, Mr. Tu suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
That feeling of heart palpitations is coming again...
This time he was extremely sure that someone was bold enough to covet the God Lord!
Suddenly, Mr. Tu’s face became chapped, his pupils were dark and empty, as if he was parasitized, and he said hoarsely and sharply:
"find out!"
“No matter who he is, find him!”
Mr. Tu was immediately frightened again and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes..."
“The Lord of God be angry…”
“Everything is my fault, it’s my fault, I looked for it, but I couldn’t find it…”
“Hundreds of years old, with a hooked nose, nasolabial folds, sinister eyes, restrained eyes, gentle appearance, and a feminine and vicious smile…”
“Although there are several such people in Qianxuezhoujie, they do not meet the characteristics.”
“They have absolutely no ability to ruin the Lord’s plan…”
Mr. Tu suddenly issued a majestic and terrifying roar that did not sound like a human voice.
Mr. Tu’s face turned even paler after that.
"yes…"
“However, too many minions on the list were lost, the altar of Bishan Temple was destroyed, and all the demon slaves were killed or injured..."
“Too many gods selling humans and animals have died, so there are fewer humans and animals, and the sacrifices have been raised too slowly. The progress of the formation can only be..."
Before Mr. Tu could finish speaking, he suddenly started bleeding from all his orifices. He lay on the ground uncontrollably, with his limbs twisted.
“Yes, it was the old servant who made a mistake...”
Mr. Tu endured the pain and his voice became hoarse.
After a while, the evil force subsided a little, and he slowly got up, tremblingly kneeling on the ground again, and said piously:
“My loyalty to the Lord of God is immortal!”
"One day, the great God Lord will wake up from the dust and rule the wilderness!"
After Mr. Tu said this, his tense body relaxed slightly, and he obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
He then said slowly: "Someone is hindering the Lord God's plan..."
“This is all...someone is manipulating it from behind.”
“The divine fetus was protected by someone, and the demons who took advantage of the divine authority to command have all gone and never returned..."
"Even...when a **** servant dies, the god's eye that resides in his body, one of thousands of gods, also...disappears."
“I just realized that I was wrong.”
“I underestimated him.”
“This person must not be an ordinary formation master.”
“This person who has repeatedly blasphemed the God Lord and hindered the God Lord’s plans is very likely to be a Shinto formation master who practices Shinto formations, or a terrifying swordsman who practices spiritual thoughts.”
“If he practices Shinto formations, I won’t be afraid.”
“But if it’s the divine sword technique…”
Mr. Tu’s eyes showed strong fear.
A terrifying method of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords, which had been classified as a forbidden technique, reappeared in his mind.
Mr. Tu finally kowtowed to the ram’s horns with ferocious fangs, bloodstains, and white bones in front of him:
“I’ll find out…”
"Anyone who dares to block the God Lord's grand plan will eventually become a stupid dog and sink into the barren mountain purgatory. Both his soul and spirit will be destroyed, and he will never be reincarnated!"
“Taixumen…”
Mr. Tu’s voice gradually became inaudible.
After he finished speaking, he did not dare to look directly at the statue with a human face and ram horns. He lowered his eyes, bowed his body, and retreated humbly.
Until he exited the altar, he slowly stood up, pulled out a piece of human skin, and put it on himself.
Human skin covers his body and gradually spreads, covering his dead white, wrinkled face, and his skin that has been soaked in blood for many years, soaked in blood, and has many chapped skin.
Mr. Tu turned into a tall, middle-aged monk with fair skin and gentle eyes.
He lost his ugliness and humility just now, and with a warm smile, he slowly walked out of the gloomy forbidden place.
(End of this chapter)