Asking about longevity

"Who is this person? What is his name?"

"I should remember..."

"But why can't I remember?"

"Why can't you remember?!"

"Sun Yi" was raving madly and thinking painfully.

He covered his forehead with both hands, grabbed his scalp, and scratched hard until his head bled and his face was torn. He was still thinking hard.

After a moment, he slowly stopped.

There was a hint of cold determination in his eyes.

He dipped his fingers in his own blood and drew a shaky pattern on his forehead.

The formation pattern is strange and bright red. It is not a conventional formation, but a magic pattern from the Demon Sect.

After the magic pattern was formed, it seemed to come alive, sucking Sun Yi's blood and spiritual thoughts.

Sun Yi gritted his teeth, his blood gradually weakened, but his thoughts gradually became clearer.

The fog shrouding the memory gradually dispersed.

He finally remembered something.

"There is another... little apprentice..."

"Little apprentice..."

"What is your name?"

"Sun Yi" had a look of pain on his face, as if he was being severely tortured. Finally, he thought about it bit by bit:

"ink……"

"Ink...painting!"

Ink painting!

"Sun Yi"'s eyes were excited at first, and then confused.

"Why?"

"Hiding this name so deeply?"

"Who is this son?"

A smiling face appeared in Sun Yi's memory.

This is the smiling face of a teenage monk.

Innocent, yet kind and lovely.

At the same time, his understanding of ink painting gradually became clearer.

"Seventh level of Qi refining, first-grade formation master, foundation-building spiritual consciousness..."

"Sun Yi" trembled in his heart.

Establishing the foundation of consciousness?

I see……

"The talent is so terrifying, no wonder we have to hide it..."

"Sun Yi" sneered, smiled, and then the smile gradually disappeared.

"What was I thinking just now?"

"Who erased my memory?"

"Sun Yi" was slightly angry, but endured the severe pain of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and returned to the fog to seek the truth he had just forgotten.

Once again, he remembered the name of Mo Hua.

Then again, I saw Mo Hua's smiling face.

My understanding of ink painting became clear again.

"Seventh level of Qi refining, foundation of spiritual consciousness..."

Before he could react, the memory got stuck for a moment and was lost again.

"Sun Yi" looked coldly.

To actually hide this child so deeply...

Junior brother, what on earth are you going to do?

He thought and remembered again.

"Seventh level of Qi refining, foundation of spiritual consciousness..."

But I didn't expect that the memory would be erased here.

Every time it is erased, the memory becomes fainter, and every time it fades, it becomes blurry.

After countless times, there were only two vague concepts: "Seven levels of Qi refining, foundation building...".

"The seventh level of Qi refining, the foundation has not yet been established..."

"Sun Yi" nodded.

Then I thought, isn’t this nonsense?

At the seventh level of Qi refining, it is natural that the foundation has not yet been established.

But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't think of anything.

"Is he a little apprentice who just makes up the numbers?"

Sun Yi murmured.

He simply stopped caring about it, only remembered Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Puppet, and the Bai brothers and sisters, and then nodded.

Sun Yi took off his coat and wiped the blood on his face and body.

Then he tore off the dirty old Taoist robe from the dead Sun Ji and put it on himself.

"Now it fits."

Sun Ji is tall and thin, while Sun Yi is of medium build and slightly fat.

The Taoist robe fit him just right.

"Sun Yi" opened the door again. It was dark and he walked out alone.

When the disciples of the Sun family saw him, they were all startled.

Because he was wearing an old Taoist robe, he looked very strange.

A disciple saluted and said hello to Sun Yi, but he ignored him as if he hadn't seen him or heard him, and continued to walk out on his own, his steps moving slowly and slowly.

Sun Yi walked all the way out of the Sun family gate.

Then he walked along the main road of Qianjia Town, without looking back, and disappeared at the end of the vast mountain peak.

This was the last time that Sun family disciples saw their master.

The spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village also spread rumors that Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, limped away wearing a dead man's Taoist robe, as if his soul had been taken away by something.

Most people speculated that Sun Yi violated the ancestral precepts and was taken away to the underworld by the Sun family ancestor to be punished.

Sun Yi never came back after that.

He was never seen again.

…

While "Sun Yi" was deducing Mo Hua's identity, Mr. Zhuang in the carriage also opened his eyes.

"Master, do you want some tea?" Mo Hua asked in a clear voice.

Mr. Zhuang likes to take a nap, and when he wakes up, he likes to take a sip of tea.

Mo Hua remembers Master's preferences very clearly.

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

Mo Hua poured him a cup of tea.

Mr. Zhuang seemed a little tired. After drinking Mo Hua's tea, he felt better and asked:

"Mo Hua, how do people die?"

Not only Mo Hua was stunned.

Even Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked confused.

They didn't know why Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked such a question.

"Uh...will you die if you are killed?"

Mo Hua said silently.

"You will die when you are hungry, and you will die when you are old..." Bai Zisheng also said.

"What's the bottom line?"

Mo Hua remembered what Mr. Zhuang said about monks' spiritual power, blood and spiritual consciousness, and tried to say:

"A monk will die if his physical body fails, if his Qi sea is shattered, he will die, if his spiritual consciousness dies, he will die..."

"In the final analysis, the monk's death is related to these three people?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

"If someone kills you, they will start with these three things, either destroying your physical body, shattering your Qi sea, or destroying your consciousness."

Mo Hua's heart trembled, "Master, does someone want to kill me?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Be prepared."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded, thought for a moment, and then said doubtfully:

"Master, I understand that by killing people through the physical body and the sea of ​​qi, ordinary martial arts or magic can destroy the human body, corrode the meridians, and destroy the sea of ​​qi. But killing people through spiritual consciousness...how to kill?"

"There are many methods." Mr. Zhuang said.

He looked at the ink painting, then at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, and said patiently:

"One is the divine consciousness spell. The spell is condensed with divine consciousness. It hurts other people's spiritual consciousness."

"This kind of spell is extremely rare. Don't learn it and don't use it. If you use it for a long time, your consciousness will be easily damaged."

"Furthermore, these types of spells are secretly taught in ancient times and require talent. Generally, they cannot be learned."

"The second type is spiritual consciousness parasitism, which divides the spiritual consciousness and parasitizes it on other monks."

"This is a magic trick. You should not learn it, let alone use it."

"The third type is the pollution of spiritual consciousness. In ancient times, some indescribable and filthy spiritual thoughts were sealed to pollute other people's spiritual consciousness, causing other people's will to degenerate, their spiritual consciousness to become abnormal, and even the sea of ​​consciousness to collapse, making them inhuman. Ghost or not…"

"This is killing someone with a borrowed knife. But when you pollute others, you are also polluting yourself."

"If other people's consciousness is contaminated, your consciousness will not be clean either. It's just that you don't know it."

"So it's best not to use this method."

"There are other ways to kill people with spiritual consciousness, but most of them are weird and sideways, and I don't know much about them."

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he looked at the three disciples and warned:

"The reason why I tell you this is that I hope you will be careful."

"Most of the means that can harm the physical body and spiritual power are visible;"

"But the danger of spiritual consciousness is often invisible."

"There are many invisible and indescribable horrors in this world, but monks have weak spiritual consciousness, so they are not aware of them at all."

"So you must be extremely careful with things related to spiritual consciousness."

"Don't peep at the people who can't peep, don't peep at the things that can't be peeped at."

"When you encounter a strange person, don't talk to him, don't get entangled with him, and don't look into his eyes..."

The three disciples all looked serious and nodded.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then whispered:

"Master, if you are parasitized by someone else's consciousness, is there any way to kill other people's consciousness?"

Mo Hua thought of the little ghost in the visualization picture.

It jumps to the sea of ​​​​consciousness painted in ink, wanting to occupy the magpie's nest, using the sea of ​​​​consciousness painted in ink as a hotbed.

Although Mo Hua used the Taoist monument to suppress the kid, after a lot of twists and turns, he finally "ate" the kid.

But I was also a little confused and didn't know what was going on.

Although Taoist tablets are easy to use, they should not be relied on too much.

Otherwise, it would be very dangerous if the Dao Monument failed and he was parasitized by an imp again like before.

So Mo Hua wanted to know if there was any way to deal with parasitic spiritual thoughts without the help of Taoist monuments.

The formation seems to be okay, but drawing the formation is slow, and you can only stay in the formation without coming out, so it is still relatively passive.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked at Mo Hua in surprise.

Their little junior brother's thinking is really...different from ordinary people.

Mr. Zhuang was not surprised, but nodded and said: "Yes."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Then..."

"I can't teach you yet."

Mo Hua sighed, a little disappointed, and then said expectantly:

"Master, when can I teach?"

Mr. Zhuang’s gaze is meaningful:

"When your consciousness becomes stronger, I will teach you."

"Stronger?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "All means of dealing with spiritual thoughts must be based on the strength of spiritual consciousness..."

"As long as the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the dangers in the spiritual consciousness will naturally not be dangerous."

"With strong spiritual consciousness, all evil will be immune to invasion!"

Mr. Zhuang said in a deep voice.

If the consciousness is strong, all evil will not invade...

Mo Hua muttered silently, then nodded expectantly:

"Okay, Master!"

…

After that, Mo Hua became even more diligent in learning formations.

Without the help of the Dao Monument, he could only use all his time to practice the thick earth formation.

As long as the carriage stopped, he would draw a formation on the ground.

Along the way, there are formations he left on the rocks and land.

He even brought some soil to the carriage to paint.

Practice the thick earth formation of the first grade and eleven patterns over and over again.

Ink painting uses this to continuously hone spiritual consciousness.

He was vaguely aware of a sense of urgency.

Mr. Zhuang never takes aim without aim.

The gentleman must have anticipated something when he raised his consciousness.

Divine consciousness kills...

That is, someone might kill him with his spiritual consciousness.

In this case, it is necessary to prepare for a rainy day.

The divine consciousness is powerful and can be protected from all evil!

The stronger your spiritual consciousness is, the safer you will be...

Mo Hua worked tirelessly and tirelessly, and his spiritual consciousness increased significantly, but he was still a little short of the twelve lines...

And no matter how hard you practice the formation, it seems to have little effect.

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

Mo Hua got up early that day, faced the rising sun, and practiced regularly.

Suddenly, the air sea trembled slightly.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then he was happy again.

He quickly took out the spiritual stone, constantly absorbing spiritual energy, refining spiritual power, running his meridians, and accumulating spiritual power in the sea of ​​qi.

I don't know how long it took, but my spiritual power solidified and my aura strengthened.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile brightly.

Reached the eighth level of Qi refining!

And it's more than that.

After the realm is broken through, spiritual consciousness will also increase.

Although compared to his foundation-building consciousness, his realm is only refining Qi. After the breakthrough, the increase in consciousness is not much.

But these few spiritual consciousnesses made up for the slight gap, allowing his spiritual consciousness to cross the threshold and successfully reach the twelve lines!

The morning glow splashes over the mountains and onto the ink paintings.

At this time, Mo Hua was fourteen years old, had reached the eighth level of Qi refining, and had established twelve lines of spiritual consciousness!