MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 567 Beginner's intention

Chapter 567 Original Intention

Mo Hua returned home and established a foundation.

This incident quickly spread throughout Tongxian City.

All the monks in Tongxian City, whether they heard the news first or found out later, were both surprised and happy.

They didn’t expect that Mo Hua would be able to build a foundation in just a few years while traveling.

And Mo Hua Formation is so well learned, after building the foundation, given time, he might be able to become a second-grade formation master.

"But no matter how high your cultivation level is in the future, all the monks and all living beings in this world will be nothing more than humble ants, just the dust at your feet..."

Mo Hua drank fruit wine, which was brewed by his mother. It was mild and sweet in the mouth, with a slight alcoholic taste but not spicy.

I'm so old, and I'm only in the early stages of foundation building. Are you thinking of taking advantage of my "Golden Elixir Banquet"?

Mo Shan and his wife were so surprised that they still find it a bit unbelievable.

 Don’t act like a thief by taking care of things, lowering your voice and saying: “I’m helping my senior brother to find a Taoist companion...”

 “This makeup is too heavy, and my face looks pale...”

 Since I learned the Lingshu Jue Formation of the Xiaolingyin Sect, I can be considered to have inherited the inheritance of the Xiaolingyin Sect. After receiving the favor, I naturally have to pay homage to it to show my respect.

 So he has a tough temper, scolds harshly, and his methods are rogue.

 At the foundation banquet, people drank and drank.

Then he thought to himself: "Yes, what does it matter if you are old or not..."

 But he was thick-skinned, so he pretended that he didn't say anything, clinked glasses with Mo Hua, and started drinking.

Mr. Feng was overjoyed, stroking his beard and nodding.

That kind of spirit cannot be raised no matter what.

"This is the daughter of a sect elder. If my senior brother wants to rebuild the sect, I think he can help him..."

It was only then that Elder Yu realized that he had made a mistake.

Elder Yu was even more delighted.

But when he looked up, he discovered that the "first-grade formation master" and "big man in foundation building" was actually a young monk who had walked with him all the way, chatted and ate, and opened his mouth so wide that he could fit a duck egg in...

Mo Hua patted his chest and said, "Myself!"

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

 Mo Hua was weak and had insufficient vitality when he was a child. Mr. Feng used elixirs to nurse him back to health.

And he also used formations to help so many monks in Tongxian City.

 Time makes people grow old.

 He looked at the ink painting again and couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

Elder Yu suddenly felt enlightened. Gradually, his eyes became serious again, with some edge and a hint of stubbornness.

Yan Jiaoxi was suddenly startled when he picked up one of them.

Now that Mo Hua has returned home, Elder Yu, who has always been a bit stingy, specially took out the spiritual stones that he had saved for a long time to hold a "reception banquet" for Mo Hua.

 So doing it at Fushan Building is actually about the same as doing it at home, and it doesn’t cost too many spiritual stones.

 After that comes the "Foundation Building Banquet".

He has watched Mo Hua grow up since he was a child. He has grown up slowly from a little bit until now. Although he is only fifteen years old and not very old, he is already a famous first-class formation master, and Zhu Zhu. Brother Ji...

 “Oh.” Mo Hua nodded.

“It’s really rare for you to have such accomplishments in cultivation and formation at such a young age, and your future will be even brighter…”

 Moshan knew that although Elder Yu was a foundation-building elder, he had been struggling to live comfortably by taking care of most casual cultivators for so many years, and he had not saved many spiritual stones.

What’s more, half of Fushan Tower is painted in ink.

 He went to have a drink with Elder Yu.

 …

Mo Hua’s little face was solemn, “I want to enjoy the ‘Golden Elixir Banquet’!”

 Mainly because he was in Tongxian City, he was very popular and had too many acquaintances, so he wandered around and a few days passed without realizing it.

Liu Ruhua prepared some exquisite and light wine and food and asked Mo Hua to give it to Mr. Feng to try.

Yan Jiaoxi was very pleased when he looked at the current ink paintings, but he had always been rigid and didn't say much.

 “Monk, monk, cultivate one’s character and establish one’s life.”

 “If something needs to be done, then do it.”

"I remembered...I...I still have something to do at the formation, so I'll go back first..."

Mr. Feng is very kind to ink painting.

As expected, Mo Hua said in a low voice:

"This kind of thing...shouldn't you let the teacher choose it by himself?"

Elder Yu suddenly sighed and said with a wry smile: "I'm old and can't cultivate anymore..."

"As long as a person lives his whole life, as long as he does not die, he must be firm in his Taoism and pursue the Tao wholeheartedly..."

Mo Hua also gave Mr. Feng some alchemy books and prescriptions he collected along the way when he was traveling, as a gift for the reunion after a long separation.

 “If you don’t practice cultivation and temper your body, what kind of monk are you?”

 The successful foundation building is the biggest event, and usually a grand banquet will be held and a large number of guests will be entertained.

Mo Hua said seriously with a small face: "Elder, I have already traveled abroad, and I am already a foundation-building monk who has 'seen the world'."

 But they never expected that Mo Hua, who was only fifteen years old, had already succeeded in building the foundation.

Mo Guanshi also looked more and more suitable, but after a while, he muttered again:

Mo Hua went to burn incense and paid homage.

“Don’t forget, no matter how humble a person is, he is still a human being, with joys and sorrows of life and death, a living person…”

The monks who came here to do business were not familiar with the situation and thought that Tongxian City was celebrating some kind of festival.

Mr. Feng’s eyes were filled with joy.

Elder Yu saw that although Mo Hua had established the foundation, his expression and voice were still the same as before, making sense and being cute at the same time. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

 The "fat man" Yan Jiaoxi refers to is naturally someone who doesn't care.

Mo Guanshi looked up and found Yan Jiaoxi looking at him indifferently.

 “Okay, teach!”

 “It’s so dangerous, I was almost deceived by appearances.”

 He met Yan Jiaoxi.

Elder Yu's voice was a bit loud, and he even said "go to hell". People around him heard it and looked at him in shock.

 But before that, I could only think about it.

"This is…"

The remains of the elders and heads of the Xiaolingyin Sect were turned into iron corpses by the traitor Lu Chengyun, thus aiding the evil deeds.

 his father...hasn't scolded anyone for a long time...

 “Ink painting…”

Yan Jiaoxi and Mo Guanshi were busy rebuilding the Xiaolingyin Sect.

Mr. Zheng, through his connections, went to the ink painting to toast with a glass of wine in hand.

Elder Yu was very happy, with a smile on his face, but there seemed to be a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

 Ink painting is both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Mo Hua actually wanted to curse, but the words were already on his lips. He looked up and saw his mother, Liu Ruhua, looking at him, and swallowed the words again.

There are too many people and the Fushan Tower cannot accommodate them.

 Mo Guanshi was stunned for a moment, then patted his head, "Yes, yes, this won't work..."

Some well-known monks in the city also came, including An Jia, Master Luo, Master Qian, and some smaller families...

Before, he was the only foundation-building monk in Tongxian City, and he had to bear the pressure to contend with the huge Qian family. Elder Yu could not fall no matter what.

Mo Shan then said that this could be regarded as the "foundation banquet" of Mo Hua, and there was no need for Elder Yu to produce spiritual stones.

This is indeed the father he is familiar with...

 The whole Tongxian City seems to be celebrating the New Year.

But he was startled, then thought again, why didn't he dare to think about it? Why don't you dare to think about it?

 He flipped through a few portraits and placed them in front of the ink paintings, "You can also help me take a look..."

But now, the life of a casual cultivator is getting better. Elder Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that he was a little old.

 You kid, you really dare to think more than me.

“What do you want to do with me?”

 “So what if you get old?”

 …

 In a few years, it seems that as soon as I close my eyes or open my eyes, the foundation of my ink painting has been laid.

Elder Yu gritted his teeth and cursed:

 “Okay! Go to hell, the golden elixir is the golden elixir!”

An Xiaofu temporarily rented the entire street.

 But in his heart, he felt inexplicably relieved.

He had known for a long time that Mo Hua, a child with extremely high talents and understanding and a good heart, would have a bright future, but he did not expect that this "future" would come so early.

 “Have a meal?”

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s easy or not, whether it’s successful or not, it doesn’t matter…”

 “This...can’t do it, the wind and dust are too heavy...”

"I have been worried about this matter for the past few days. You have given me advice..."

Mo Hua looked at the drawing paper and found that it was all portraits of female nuns.

His spiritual consciousness is strong, and he actually knew that Yan Jiaoxi was coming, but when he saw that Guanmo Mo was too involved in what he was talking about and was not focused on anything else, he didn't have the nerve to interrupt him...

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 After bidding farewell to Yan Jiaoxi, Mo Hua visited Mr. Feng again.

Mo Guanshi noticed something was wrong and hesitated:

Everyone turned their heads knowingly and pretended that nothing happened.

The two drank tea and chatted about formations for a while, before Mo Hua was quietly pulled aside by Mo Guanshi.

 The bad things I said must have been heard...

"Then what is easy?" Mo Hua asked, "It is not easy to fight against the Qian family. It is also not easy to make a living as a casual cultivator. Even if it is not easy, you have to do it."

Some merchants even paid some money to come to the ink painting in person to toast and congratulate him.

Ink painting is born with a weak body and a weak spiritual root, so the practice is bound to be bumpy.

 Later, my mother became seriously ill, but it was only thanks to Mr. Feng that she was fine.

Mo Guanshi curled his lips and said, "If the wood doesn't bloom and the iron tree doesn't bloom, it's useless to look for him..."

But what is unfamiliar is that the portrait of the woman above is obviously more "mature" and is out of place for his age.

“Elder, what’s wrong with you? You’re still in the early stage of foundation building…”

Elder Yu squirted out a sip of old wine.

 Mo Guanshi felt a chill in his heart.

 The entire Tongxian City may not be able to produce even one in a few hundred years.

On the day of the foundation feast, there was a bustle, and almost all the casual cultivators in the city came.

 In any case, Mo Hua is still young and it is still early to marry a wife. She will just save more in the future.

They all prepared some "small gifts" and delivered them to the door in person, asking for a glass of water and wine, feeling happy, and hoping to become familiar with each other.

…

Later the corpse epidemic subsided, these "corpse-turned" remains were incinerated, brought back by Yan Jiaoxi, and buried on a hilltop near Tongxian City.

 Elder Yu still drinks strong alcohol.

 It is very difficult to build the foundation randomly.

 These spiritual stones were saved by her for Mo Hua over the years. She originally planned to use them for Mo Hua to marry his daughter-in-law in the future.

 Green mountains and green waters, where the remains of ancestors of the Xiaolingyin Sect are buried.

Mo Hua now has stronger spiritual awareness and sharper observation, so he noticed what Elder Yu was thinking.

Elder Yu laughed and said, "It's not that easy..."

In a second-grade immortal city like Tongxian City, he is truly a powerful and famous figure.

Mo Guanshi took out a stack of drawing paper for Mo Mo to draw on, and said with a sad look on his face:

After the two drank for a while, Mo Hua secretly said:

At that time in Nanyue City, Lu Chengyun did this kind of thing.

 “Having a bad temper doesn’t go well with teaching…”

 Finished…

Even if the ink painting that has already been built is standing in front of them, they feel like they are in a dream...

 I am a good boy and don’t curse others...

An Xiaofu, the "shopkeeper" of Fushanlou, even called Liu Ruhua "Master".

Mo Hua is not here, half of these are Liu Ruhua’s.

 Foundation-building monk, first-grade formation master.

 It is not easy to build a foundation...

Manager Mo pointed to another one, "This one has a slightly inferior appearance, but her family background is good. She is a hundred miles away, the daughter of the Song family... but it is said that she has a bad temper, so she has not been married for a hundred years..."

Mo Hua nodded "pleasedly" and then said: "Elder, this time it's you who care about me, next time it will be my turn to care about you."

 “So what if you’re old?”

“Before, I was too tired and had no time to practice. Now that I can take a breather and have some free time, why don’t I just concentrate on seeking realm and practice diligently?”

Mr. Feng is an alchemist who is in charge of Xinglin Hall. He treats illnesses and saves people. He is unable to get away from it. Moreover, he is old and doesn’t like to make noise much.

These casual cultivators have either grown up watching ink paintings, have a close relationship with Mo Shan, or have been favored by ink paintings...

“This...portrait is so fake, I guess I gave the painter a lot of spiritual stones as ‘touch-up fee’...”

Mo Hua glanced over and saw a woman with **** hair and no makeup. She didn’t have any makeup. Her appearance was not outstanding, but her temperament was intellectual, which was indeed a good match for her teachings.

 “What’s wrong with my slender head?”

Since the days in Tongxian City have gotten better and better, his father's temper has become more and more "mellow". These days, he basically doesn't curse as before. He was so gentle that it even seemed strange to him.

Mo Hua couldn’t be bothered. After chatting for a while, he confirmed that Mr. Feng was fine and stood up to leave.

After Mo Hua left, Yan Jiaoxi sighed helplessly, bent down and picked up the drawing papers scattered on the ground one by one.

But now, Tongxian City is different from the past, and the casual cultivators are also living a better life, so naturally they cannot let him spend money.

 But now that the foundation of ink painting was established, Liu Ruhua was very happy and wanted to spend some money first to celebrate.

Yu Chengyi thought silently.

 Yan Jiaoxi was a little distracted for a moment...

“It’s just my senior brother’s stubborn head and stubborn temper. Others may not be able to take a liking to him…”

It was originally a happy event, and no one minded these little thoughts.

Elder Yu was startled and couldn't help but glare at Mo Hua, "In the realm of foundation building, how can it be so easy to practice by climbing a mountain step by step?"

Before leaving, Mr. Feng suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and then solemnly said:

 Ink painting discovered blind spots:

"How did she get these spiritual stones...?"

Liu Ruhua took out a lot of spiritual stones and held a banquet at Fushan Tower.

 He shook his head and continued to mutter:

 Everyone is lively, eating meat and drinking wine.

 After the foundation banquet, Mo Hua was busy for a while.

Mo Hua promised with all his heart, and then slipped away.

 Mo Guanshi counted several of them, but they all felt inappropriate. Finally, his eyes suddenly lit up:

“This is good! Although he looks ordinary, he has a good temperament and is obsessed with formations. He has been unmarried for more than a hundred years. He is like my senior brother..."

Yan Jiaoxi nodded and looked at the ink paintings with expectations in his eyes, but he also warned: "Don't follow that fat man's bad example..."

 …

"You must never forget your original intention, don't be arrogant, numb and indifferent."

Mr. Feng did not go to the foundation banquet.

These merchants also understand the principle of worshiping at the same temple in one place.

Even if the foundation of the ink painting is really built, the two of them may not be able to live until that time, and they may not be able to see with their own eyes the appearance of the foundation of the ink painting...

The ink painting on the side looked at the nose and mouth, silently.

But now, Yu Chengyi heard that his father was swearing again...

 It is difficult to build a sect from scratch, but Yan Jiaoxi is determined and will not give up.

"How about this? A mature lady, still charming and charming. It is said that she is single and has many spiritual stones..."

　　Mo Guanshi nodded, "That's right. Senior brother is really married, and his personality is not compatible. I guess there won't be more trouble..."

 In Tongxian City, the foundation banquet is basically the most solemn banquet.

 An Xiaofu is very close to Mo Hua.

Elder Yu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mo Hua was talking about the "Foundation Building Banquet".

 “What a good boy…”

“If you show this to your senior brother, you won’t be scolded to death by him…”

Elder Yu was lost in thought, and after a moment he said in a daze: "Who told you these...?"

What he is familiar with is that sects and families have often sent him such "beauty pictures" privately in order to seduce him and get him to marry him.

After asking around, they found out that it was a "Foundation Building Banquet" and that the monk who was building the foundation was a first-grade formation master who had been approved by the Taoist Court. They were all shocked.

 A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua had imagined before that they could hold a "foundation banquet" for Mo Hua and their son in this life.

Whether it can become a golden elixir is another matter, but if you don’t have this bit of motivation, how can you practice the Tao?

 There are people coming and going in Xinglin Hall, and Mr. Feng is a little busy.

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "How can you call yourself old? Think about it, if you break through the middle stage of foundation establishment, you can live for another hundred years. If you break through the late stage of foundation establishment, you can have another hundred years... If you keep breaking through, won't you become old? …”

On the other hand, Yu Chengyi, who was not far away, was a little lost.

Now looking at the ink painting and the foundation of the fifteen-year-old foundation, Elder Yu was happy and a little surprised, but on the surface, he was still calm.

Mo Guanshi had already left, and Mo Hua was too embarrassed to stay, so he stood up and saluted:

“Teacher, I’m going back first, and I’ll see you next time.”

In the picture, there is a woman with tied hair and no makeup. Her eyes are focused and her mind is focused on nothing else. She is a female formation master who is dedicated to studying formations and can draw nine-line formations...

 After saying this, he ran away like the wind.

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then his eyes sparkled, his Taoist heart became clear, and he said with a clear smile:

Although it is simple and unpretentious, it is just a simple "fuck you", with only feelings and no skills.

 Only then did he realize that when he was getting together with Mo Hua here and secretly helping Yan Jiaoxi choose a "Taoist partner", Yan Jiaoxi was standing behind them, watching them silently...

  Yan Jiaoxi’s face looked ugly.

 “Okay, Grandpa Feng, I’ll keep it in mind!”

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 (End of this chapter)