Asking about longevity

The connection with the divine mind of the earth only lasts for a moment.

Then it was completely disconnected.

In the image, the vast land disappears, all things wither and flourish, and the vision of flowers blooming and falling fades away.

That kind of understanding of the "Tao" of the earth is just a flash in the pan.

Mo Hua himself benefited a lot. When he looked back, he found that the "Tao Monument" had turned gray.

Mo Hua was startled.

Done? Overused?

Mo Hua frowned and thought.

He borrowed the Taoist stele and visualized the divine thoughts of the earth.

The one that directly bears the earth's eternal and vast spiritual thoughts is the Dao Monument.

Although the Taoist monument is strange, it is not able to communicate with the earth's spiritual thoughts, and it is still safe and sound.

Of course, there is another possibility that Mo Hua's own consciousness is too weak.

Therefore, the monument as a communication medium needs to withstand great pressure.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to successfully communicate with the way of the earth and fit in with it.

"It's possible that the load was too heavy, so it went on strike..."

Mo Hua felt a little distressed.

He touched the Taoist monument and said worriedly: "Don't worry about it..."

The monument remained silent and unresponsive, except that the surface of the monument was gray.

Mo Hua tried to draw a formation pattern on the Taoist monument.

The formation patterns are intermittent, appearing and disappearing.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

The Dao Monument is still effective, but it is just that the mental energy is overloaded, so it is temporarily "out of contact" and needs to rest for a while.

Mo Hua then sighed again, taking a warning in his heart.

If your level is too low, if you are not sure about communicating with your spiritual thoughts and visualizing the great road, try not to do it next time.

Even if you don't hurt yourself, it's still bad if you hurt the Dao Monument.

Mo Hua felt a little guilty, patted the Taoist monument again, and said:

"Thank you for your hard work. You should have a good rest first."

The Taoist Monument still didn't respond, and didn't seem to want to pay attention to the ink painting.

…

After the Sea of ​​Consciousness withdrew, the ink painting became more energetic and began to draw the thick earth formation again.

This time when I painted the thick earth formation, the feeling was completely different.

He has communicated with the divine thoughts of the earth with his spiritual consciousness and visualized the way of the earth. Now his perception of the breath of the earth is extremely clear.

Although without the help of Taoist tablets, I cannot gain further insights with my own spiritual consciousness alone.

But with clear perception, ink painting can easily draw thick earth formations on the ground.

And it's quite calm and effortless.

Even before, I could use my spiritual consciousness to communicate with the breath of the earth and draw a thick earth formation on the earth.

But the formation patterns written by the pen also seem to be painted in mud.

The alignment of the formation pattern is not enough, and the flow of spiritual power is stagnant.

But now, ink painting can really treat "earth" as "paper". The patterns drawn are clear and stable, and are integrated with the earth.

It seems that the patterns drawn are part of the earth.

Wherever you write, the land is there, the formation patterns are there, and the formations are there too.

This is the benefit of contemplating the avenue.

But the consequence was that the Taoist Monument "went on strike".

In a short period of time, it is estimated that I will not be able to use the Taoist monument to practice formations anymore.

"no solution anymore……"

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

During this period of time, I could only be honest and lazy.

The next day, Mo Hua went to see Mr. Zhuang again.

He has already mastered the thick earth formation, so he wanted to check with his husband whether there would be any problems with what he drew.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the courtyard, Mo Hua found Mr. Zhuang staring at him.

Not only Mr. Zhuang, but also Mr. Puppet was looking at him.

As if looking at something rare, his eyes were bright.

Mo Hua was a little confused and asked in a low voice:

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"You..." Mr. Zhuang hesitated several times, considered his words, and asked, "Did you sense something last night?"

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

As expected of Mr. Zhuang, nothing can be hidden from him.

Mo Hua briefly explained what happened last night and also concealed the Taoist monument.

I just said that when I was learning the thick earth formation, I realized that only by communicating with the earth's breath with spiritual consciousness can the formation be drawn on the earth.

But after communicating, in a daze, I sensed an eternal divine thought.

But it was only for a moment, and I couldn't feel it anymore.

Mr. Zhuang's eyelids jumped as he heard this.

There is a huge gap between communicating with the earth's breath and sensing the earth's divine thoughts.

For example, when climbing a mountain, one is at the bottom of the mountain. After just two steps, one cannot see the whole mountain.

The other one climbed almost to the mountainside and got a glimpse of the scenery at the top of the mountain.

These two perceptions are completely different.

It sounds similar, but there is a huge gap between the two, separated by a huge natural chasm.

This gap is spiritual consciousness, and this chasm is the great road.

Even the old man had clearly visible shock in his dull expression.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Mo Hua felt a little uneasy and asked:

"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "It is a good thing, but it can also be a disaster."

"Disaster?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a faint smile:

"You are able to visualize the Great Dao at a young age. If others know about it, they will definitely find a way to catch you, cut open your sea of ​​consciousness, and see what's inside..."

Mo Hua was startled and couldn't help but cover his little head.

"So you remember," Mr. Zhuang patiently warned, "you can only talk about this here once, other than that, don't tell anyone else!"

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

Mr. Zhuang sighed inwardly.

It seems that his little apprentice has more and more secrets to hide.

Mo Hua asked doubtfully:

"Master, what exactly is that divine thought that I sensed? Is it the divine thought of the earth? Why does the earth have divine thoughts? Is it also alive?"

Mr. Zhuang's eyes moved slightly and he explained the ink painting:

"Everything in the world has thoughts, and when there are thoughts, there is consciousness."

"Humans have spiritual consciousness, demons have demonic consciousness, and all other things, whether birds, animals, insects, fish, flowers, plants and trees, also have thoughts similar to 'divine consciousness'."

"This kind of 'thought' is primitive and single, not as complex as human consciousness."

"But once this kind of 'thought' reaches a certain level, because it is single-minded and long-lasting, it returns to nature and returns to its true nature. It is often closer to the Tao than the monk's spiritual consciousness that is full of selfish desires."

"This is the thought of the earth."

"We usually call this huge spiritual thought that contains the Dao among all things in the world, the 'Tao Yun'!"

Mr. Zhuang looked emotional and said slowly.

"Daoyun..."

Mo Hua was greatly shocked.

With the help of the Dao stele, the divine thoughts that I sensed and the Dao that I visualized were... the Tao Yun of the earth!

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting silently again, "Remember what I just said."

Mo Hua nodded quickly, "Master, don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"

Mr. Zhuang nodded.

Mo Hua quietly asked again: "Master, does it mean that if you understand the Tao Yun of the earth, you can draw thick earth formations?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Isn't it?"

"no."

Mr. Zhuang said, "As long as you can feel the breath of the earth a little, you can draw thick earth formations."

"If you must understand the Dao Yuan of the earth, then few people can draw this thick earth formation..."

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought:

"Then isn't this realization of mine a bit wasted?"

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but knock Mo Hua on the head.

"Don't take advantage of it and still behave well."

"oh."

Mo Hua rubbed his head and smiled sheepishly.

Mr. Zhuang was a little helpless, with a smile on his face and said:

"After understanding the Tao Yun, it is not just about drawing thick earth formations on the ground, but you can draw any formations on the ground."

"As long as the ground where you drew the formation is there, the formation will be there."

"This is also an extremely advanced formation master technique."

Mo Hua was surprised, then he thought about it and gradually understood.

"The land belongs to Dao Yun, and the monks were not allowed to draw formations from the beginning."

"Because we don't know each other, Dao Yun won't give you face."

"Now that I have "met" it, I have said hello and become familiar with it, which makes things easier for me. Dao Yun also allowed me to draw formations on its territory."

"Master, is this what you mean?"

Mr. Zhuang was confused by Mo Hua's explanation. He was silent for a long time and then said silently:

"If you want to understand it this way... that's fine."

Mo Hua felt happy.

You can draw any formation on the ground!

This also means that formations can be drawn anywhere between heaven and earth. As long as there is soil, there will be formation media.

And all over the world, there is nothing but thick soil.

more importantly.

From now on, he saves paper money by drawing formations!

In other words, you can save a lot of spiritual stones!

Mo Hua said silently in his heart:

"It seems that the Taoist monument is worth a little damage..."

Then Mo Hua asked Mr. Zhuang in a low voice, "Master, this thick earth formation must have a long history."

Not only is it a perfect formation, but it also needs to communicate with the breath of the earth, and can even use this to visualize the Tao Yuan of the earth.

Although the visualization of Tao Yun is mainly due to the Tao stele.

But as a medium between monks and Dao Yun, this thick earth formation is not simple.

Mr. Zhuang also whispered:

"It's the secret skill of the Earth Sect, don't tell anyone."

Mo Hua whispered again:

"What if someone discovers it?"

"You learn it secretly, don't worry about the origin."

"Is this okay?"

…

The old man was speechless as he looked at the two masters and apprentices, one older and one younger, whispering to each other...

Mr. Zhuang continued to say to Mo Hua:

"When you arrived here, you saw it 'accidentally' and learned it 'accidentally'. You don't steal or rob, and you are aboveboard. What can they do to you? Even if you say hell, you are right."

"What's more..." Mr. Zhuang added, "If you don't tell them, they may not know that you are drawing a thick earth formation."

"How could they not know?" Mo Hua was startled.

"Because their own formation masters may not be able to learn it."

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Can't they learn their own things by themselves?"

Mr. Zhuang corrected him: "It's not their own thing, it's just something handed down from their ancestors. They are just the shadow of their ancestors."

"What's more, this is a unique formation, a unique formation technique. Even if it is only a first-level one, it contains the laws of the great avenue, which cannot be understood by ordinary formation masters."

"You said this formation is yours. Can you draw one for me to see?"

"If you can't draw it, why should you say it's yours?"

"Although the Earth Sect started with formations, it is impossible for most of the monks in the sect to be able to defeat the formations."

"They don't know how to do it themselves, so why should they accuse you?"

Mo Hua said weakly: "Isn't this a little thicker..."

"It doesn't matter. Sometimes, having a thicker skin can solve the problem."

Mr. Zhuang had the air of not changing his face even if the mountain collapsed, and of being scolded by thousands of people but not taking a single look at him.

Mo Hua looked at Mr. Zhuang with an expression of admiration, and couldn't help but touch his little face:

"It seems that I still need to be thicker-skinned..."

The old man on the side couldn't help but sigh.

A good child is being led astray again...

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