MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 577 Night terror
Chapter 577 Nightmare
The mountains are steep and the scenery is beautiful.
The fallen leaves accumulate in a thick layer. After they rot, they blend with the soil and become soft when stepped on.
The pale yellow miasma floats in the mountains.
Milk white clouds and mist are shrouded in the forest.
The gurgling stream comes from nowhere, soaked in rugged rocks, and flows to nowhere.
The fireball spell burns your face!
This little foreign monk is so rude!
Throw fireballs when you don’t agree with each other?
Fortunately, I am a body of spiritual thoughts, and the spells composed of spiritual power cannot harm my spiritual body. Otherwise, wouldn’t my face be damaged by this blow on my face? !
“What a courage!”
Furthermore, this yellow-skinned man is so sensible that he calls himself "little ancestor". There are only a lot of "big" people in Mo Hua, so let him go for the time being.
Mo Hua looked up and found that it was late at night and the fog was thick, and the miasma was thick, cutting off his spiritual consciousness.
Yao Ying’s face was full of anger. He wanted to show this little monk a lesson and teach him some rules of being a monk!
Roast over the fire, eat the fragrant and glutinous potatoes, chew the spicy beef, and drink the sweet fruit wine made by my mother.
The First-Rank Golden Lock Formation, although it is now in a state of decline and its strength is different from the past, it can still cope with it.
“Hmm.” Mo Hua nodded, and suddenly remembered another question:
“You are a mountain **** and a body of spiritual thoughts. How can a swordsman kill you with his sword?”
But the ink painting seems to be invisible...
“All the bodies of spiritual thoughts in the world are the same as the spiritual consciousness of monks, the ghost thoughts of evil ghosts, and the evil thoughts of evil spirits. They are all false and unreal ‘thought bodies’.”
It’s not that he really wants to stop, but he can’t continue painting.
“There should be…”
The evil spirit in the mountains is gradually getting stronger.
But as long as it’s useful...
“Formation?”
"no no…"
The previous formation of the Jin Lock Formation consumed a lot of spiritual consciousness.
The range of spiritual perception is less than half that of daylight.
The first-grade golden lock array is simple, so it can be deployed quickly.
Huang Pizi wanted to quit.
“This has also condensed this residual body, but the strength is not as good as before, and it is just lingering..."
When both sides can no longer hold on, they will pretend to be "tie" and give up, so as not to lose too much face...
But before he could finish thinking about it, his eyelids suddenly twitched wildly.
“Clay sculptures from the mountain temple…”
With just a cup of tea, a layer of faint white light appeared on the clay sculpture.
“After being beheaded, I still had a trace of breath left due to my previous good deeds…”
Mo Hua asked several questions in succession.
So spells cannot hurt it.
“Ghosts are evil, their consciousness is disintegrated and mutated, and they will swallow up people’s spiritual consciousness and maintain their own ghost thoughts, especially the spiritual consciousness of close relatives, which is a great tonic for ghosts.”
Huangshan Jun opened his mouth, his eyes full of horror.
Huangshan Jun immediately retreated from his demonic form, showing his true appearance as a demon, and said respectfully:
“Sir, please ask me!”
“You, you’re not asleep?”
Huang Pizi smiled bitterly, "Your consciousness is a little strange. As soon as you entered the door, you stared at the mountain **** statue, and you seemed to see something..."
But now I am outside the sea of consciousness, I have little experience in ink painting, and I don’t know what methods are useful.
Mo Hua jumped up on the altar, looked around the clay sculpture, and muttered:
“What’s going on with this kid?”
“These existences are invisible, unknowable, and even almost ‘Tao’, almost ‘immortal’…”
Yaoying was even more furious.
“The time for a monk is approaching, the body dies and the Tao disappears, and the spiritual thoughts transformed after death are usually ghosts.”
Huang Pizi said quickly: "I dare not lie to my little friend. I am indeed a mountain god, named Huangshanjun. I wear the skin of a yellow demon. My surname is Huang. I am also a mountain god, so I am called 'Tiger Tiger'..."
“Ask for mercy?”
Ink painting is done by oneself.
We passed through a forest and climbed over a huge rock. After walking for another half an hour, we finally saw a ruined temple on the mountainside.
“Over the years, I have been able to control this ruined temple, drive away evil spirits, and provide a place for sojourning monks to rest, which can be regarded as a good relationship.”
Let him wake up from his dream.
Mo Hua’s eyes turned cold.
The warmth rose, and Mo Hua suddenly felt hungry again, so he took out some sweet potatoes and dried meat from the storage bag and roasted them on the warm fire array.
Huang Pizi was restrained by the golden lock formation. After a few attempts, he broke the chain and escaped, but he was still shocked.
He remembered the ruined temple that the old man said, and based on his memory, he let go of his consciousness, found his direction, and walked towards a hidden mountain road.
Huang Pizi used his claws and claws to break free.
“Evil thoughts…spiritual consciousness…”
It was afraid that the little monk was "cheating" it. He knew clearly but pretended not to understand, and then he would seize on his words and "eat" him.
How does this little brat know so much?
His eyes were illuminated by the moonlight, and there was something strange about them. Through the dark night, he stared at the ink paintings like a human being.
After the golden lock array was completed, chains were formed to lock the yellow-skinned demon shadow.
The clay sculpture's eyes flickered, wondering what he was thinking about.
Some monster beasts that are "rising at night and sleeping day and night" seem to be gradually waking up. In the desolate night, they emit strange and inexplicable low roars that echo low in the mountains.
Mo Hua was wrapped in a small blanket and warmed by the fire, feeling very warm.
"Then what?"
"Who are you?"
“Please, stop painting, you will die if you continue painting!”
Mo Hua looked puzzled.
“I have something to say!”
However, the formation is effective against this "yellow-skinned" demonic shadow that has no flesh and blood, no soul and no energy, no physical damage, and no loss of spiritual power.
“Who are you?” Mo Hua asked again.
The demon shadow was startled for a moment, and then became furious.
But since he is so ignorant of praise, he has to take some cruel measures to let him know how dangerous it is to practice Buddhism...
But before he finished speaking, Mo Hua, who was "sleeping", suddenly turned his little head, stared at him with a pair of big eyes, and asked:
never mind?
This fireball was fast and accurate, with flames lingering on it, and it came straight to the face of the demonic figure.
Mo Hua stared at Huangshan Jun, and suddenly asked:
“Let me ask you a few questions.”
Looks like I can’t make it through the night...
Why did you carry it like this and cause this little disaster? !
Mo Hua nodded secretly.
After eating and drinking enough, Mo Hua extinguished the heating array, wrapped the small blanket tightly, and fell asleep with the remaining warmth on the ground.
It can be felt by the spiritual consciousness, but cannot be seen by the eyes.
But if the majestic mountain **** cannot defeat a little devil, wouldn't it be a joke?
Huang Pizi was cruel and wanted to attack Mo Hua.
"But he also warned me that if I do evil again, I will be killed."
The white light gradually lengthened and slowly condensed into a long and narrow figure.
Mr. Huangshan felt bitter in his heart.
Huang Pizi was both frightened and frightened.
Mo Hua glanced at Huangshan Jun again and said doubtfully:
“Mountain God, you are cultivating the right path, is it good?”
Huang Pizi said: "I am the mountain **** here..."
One of the gates of the ruined temple is missing, and the other one has been damaged by the sun and rain and is stained.
"I'm afraid that you will find out the truth and cause disaster, so I want to scare you and let you leave early. I have no other ill intentions..."
Mo Hua frowned.
"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded half-heartedly, then asked, "Who are you?"
Huangshan Jun speculated in his mind, but he did not dare to hide it.
“What does it mean to be a ‘god’?”
Yaoying was a little flustered, "What the **** is going on with this kid..."
The ink painting shakes the head and head, which is very pleasant.
The power of a spell is determined by spiritual power.
Huang Pizi gritted his teeth and shouted: "Young master, my little ancestor!"
The demonic miasma nearby is also lighter.
Although the damage of the formation is also composed of spiritual power, it contains not only the laws of the great road, but also condenses a large amount of spiritual consciousness.
How did he see himself?
Could it be that... the spiritual consciousness is too strong?
It's impossible. He's just a kid. How strong can his spiritual consciousness be?
“What on earth is this little monk? Why is he more scary than me?”
This world of cultivation seems to be bigger, deeper, scarier and more complicated than I imagined...
Anyway, I was once a mountain god, and was worshiped. Although it is now down, it will not fall to being used to be insulted by a little ghost!
In his own temple, he has the blessing of his own gods, and his mind power is stable.
“Having a body with a monster face and a parasitic clay sculpture means that you are neither a human nor a monster, but a spiritual thought. You are either born evil or a humanized ghost..."
I thought it was right.
“You better not lie to me, or I’ll eat you!”
“That’s not right, why is there nothing?”
“Spiritual thoughts turn into swords…”
Huangshan Jundao:
Then it was startled again, "No, can you see me?"
“No, the old man at the foot of the mountain told me that the mountain **** turned evil and was killed.”
“There was a swordsman in white who had a profound realm and killed me with one sword...”
It emerged from the clay sculpture, with a body like a human, a face like a demon, long beard, narrow eyes, and long yellow hair.
“Are you a mountain god?”
The demonic shadow's eyes were red, its aura increased sharply, and it climbed steadily. The original thin body gradually grew stronger, hair grew on its limbs, and turned into a huge "yellow skin"...
The clay sculpture's eyes had lost all their luster, and they even wanted to close their eyes.
The ink painting is fearless, with its big eyes open and looking at the clay sculpture.
The demonic figure with an evil face was startled.
"Isn't the fireball spell useless..."
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“Is it because the inheritance is incomplete, or the master only taught half of it…”
"this…"
“When I was practicing Taoism, something went wrong and evil thoughts grew, so I was beheaded by a righteous monk..."
What's more, the one I'm using now is only a first-grade formation.
Jun Huangshan wants to slap himself in the face.
“Ghost is the body of thought.”
The cold moonlight shone down again, illuminating the eyes of the clay sculpture on the altar.
“So, little sir, I really don’t dare to harm you…”
Yaoying came back to his senses, with an angry look on his face. He was about to say something, but he saw Mo Hua's eyes were clear and sharp, and even...a little weird, as if he wanted to see through him.
Use your spiritual consciousness to restrain your spiritual thoughts.
Clay sculptures are immediately stable and stable, and their duties are fulfilled.
Huang Shanjun felt chills all over and immediately said: "It's not 'me', it's the 'me' from before..."
Second-grade formation!
Mo Hua was puzzled, "For no reason, why are you scaring me?"
The ink painting stopped.
He can actually do things that he shouldn't be able to do. Not only can he do it, but he can do it with terrifying proficiency.
“Didn’t you let me look at you?” Mo Hua asked strangely.
Huangshan Jun was stunned and smiled a little.
Mo Hua asked: "You are a spirit, but are you considered a human or a demon? And the mountain god...what exactly are you?"
As a young monk, even if his spiritual consciousness is stronger and his formation skills are better, how long can he persist?
Mo Hua took out several bottles of spiritual ink one after another, and began to hold his breath and concentrate, using his spiritual consciousness to control the ink, constructing more complex formations... Huang Pizi felt a little panicked when he saw the calm face of Mo Hua...
ˆHuangshan Jun sighed.
We walked for most of the day, until the sun set, the mountains were shrouded in twilight, and the deep forest became darker and deeper.
“But cultivating to become a **** is very demanding, and it has to do with things like the great road, cause and effect, offerings, incense and the like.”
The temple is dilapidated, but it is somewhat popular. It seems that monks occasionally pass by and rest here.
After entering the door, the walls were drafty and dirty.
He is the body of God's thoughts again. His blood is not hurt, and his spiritual power is not invaded.
“Is it because of the lethality at the spiritual level…”
Before he finished speaking, a fireball roared towards him.
Huangshan Jun was about to cry but had no tears, "Evil thoughts are breeding, one thought and two thoughts, I can't do anything..."
He thought that this little monk, with his great ability and proficiency in spiritual killing, must have a very good family background, but the questions he asked were somewhat different.
Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.
“Without pen and paper, how did this little devil set up the plot?”
It has finally condensed into this broken body, and if it is blown up again, it will really lose its soul and be destroyed forever...
“I can’t be wrong…”
“In addition, the mountain **** statue is enshrined, and there is a hint of incense.”
The warm fire array lit up, and the orange fire light rose, dispelling the night in the temple and the coldness in the mountains.
This little devil is calm and calm, moving one move after another with full confidence, but he can't see through it.
But before it had time to break free, it looked down and saw more golden lock formations appearing on the soles of its feet.
It became quiet in the ruined temple.
It is not impossible to practice dangerous ways...
In front of the ruined temple, there is a simple and steep stone step.
"Then... after eating a few people, although my spiritual thoughts were dirty, they were indeed stronger. Just when 'I', no, it was the me before who was complacent, I was figured out by the monks from the nearby Zhengdao Sect..."
How old is he? It's like dealing with these evil spirits every day...
"I was too comfortable being a mountain god, and my spiritual thoughts had not grown for a long time, so I had a wrong idea and ate... I ate a few people..."
Mo Hua muttered while thinking.
Ink Hua pondered for a while and decided to strike first. With a small hand, he used spiritual ink to lay out the formation at Huang Pizi's feet and drew the golden lock formation.
“The sword cultivator said things like ‘God has the virtue of good life’, ‘One death can never cut off a life’, ‘Leave a ray of hope’, and so on, so he let me go.”
But before he even got close to the ink painting, he saw golden ink patterns appearing on the soles of his feet, condensing into three golden locks, trapping him firmly.
Looking at this, I almost lost my life...
“Look, who am I...”
"Then why did you become bad again before? And you were beheaded?" Mo Hua asked curiously.
The cold moonlight shines down from the roof, reflecting a clay sculpture in the middle, its face glowing white and eerie.
“I am just a little mountain god. I received some incense and gained faith. By chance, I obtained the status of mountain god. But I don’t know about more profound things..."
It's just that compared to the formation composed purely of divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness, it is a little less powerful.
Mo Hua walked up to Huang Pizi and asked:
“But because of its deep roots, it still has a glimmer of hope.”
Mo Hua ignored him and continued to set up the formation...
His previous confrontations with spiritual thoughts were all within the sea of consciousness. Every method and technique was the manifestation of spiritual thoughts, which could kill evil thoughts.
Mo Hua saw that he didn’t look fake, so he reluctantly believed him, but he still threatened in a crisp voice:
It wanted to convey this sinister sound into the little monk's dream.
Yaoying’s heart sank.
Why do you want to be a **** and take a look at him?
This demonic figure, tiptoeing, followed the gusts of cold wind, slowly approached the ink painting, stretched out its long nails, and said in a strange voice:
“Little friend…”
Hellow-mouthed kid, arrogant!
This is not taking yourself seriously at all.
After looking at each other for a while, the clay sculpture's gaze silently moved away, seemingly due to the deflection of the moonlight...
As soon as this idea emerged, Huang Pizi rejected it.
Mo Hua took a miasma-preventing pill to drive away the miasma in his body. He let go of his consciousness and was wary of the monsters in the forest. He walked cautiously northward along the rugged mountain road.
Mo Hua licked his lips, "What a pity..."
This little monk can really eat himself?
No...maybe it's him, he's already eaten a lot...
Huangshan Jun was a little surprised.
"especially…"
Yaoying's heart palpitated, and then she heard Mo Hua's crisp voice:
“Are you the thing in the clay sculpture just now?”
The demonic figure showed a fierce look and said: "Are you afraid? Since you know, why don't you hurry up..."
As if thinking of the scene at that time, Huangshan Jun still had great fear in his eyes.
He has seen people turn into "evil ghosts" and people turn into "zombies". This is the first time he has seen people turn into "weasels"...
Huang Pizi said helplessly: "I just want to scare you..."
Huang Shanjun showed fear on his face, "In this world, it is said that there are ancient and supreme demon gods, evil gods and demon gods that have existed since ancient times..."
Then he jumped off the altar, cleared an open space, used his spiritual consciousness to control the ink, and drew a warm fire formation.
“So, you are an impostor?”
How can I, a majestic mountain **** myself, beg for mercy from a kid and not be laughed at to death if I say I can’t go?
Hold on like this for now...
Huangshan Jun wished he could cut his heart open and show it to Mo Hua.
This layer of light seems illusory, vague and obscure.
Mo Hua said with a stern face, "You are not who you used to be?"
“‘God’ is also a form of thought.”
Mo Hua climbed up the steps, his body was like passing water, his feet were light, and he arrived in front of the ruined temple in a short time.
“What kind of education did he receive? How can he still draw formations like this?!”
Huang Shanjun seemed to have been stabbed in the chest. He hesitated for a moment and said helplessly:
"This...well, it is inevitable to make mistakes when practicing cultivation..."
The demonic shadow shook its head repeatedly. When it said "look", it was looking in a dream. What it was looking at was its own manifestation, a strange and terrifying nightmare.
The cold eyes of the clay sculpture slowly lowered and looked at Mo Hua, who was wrapped up like a "little rice dumpling" and seemed to be sleeping soundly as if there was no one around.
But he doesn’t seem to know much about what he should know…
The current second-grade earth fire formation is probably unfinished. Even if it is finished, the spiritual consciousness will be on the verge of exhaustion.
“You want to harm me?”
Huang Shanjun was suddenly startled. As soon as the word "eat" appeared, he felt that the cause and effect was involved, and he couldn't help but feel frightened.
Huang Shanjun smiled awkwardly and said: "That's right... at least his consciousness is clear, he wants to eat incense, make good connections, and have good results..."
He is a divine mind, what is he going to do...
The heart is like a child after all, and it cannot threaten people.
If you draw the formation like this, you can't win...
Ink Hua did not let it go, and walked straight to the clay sculpture, staring at the clay sculpture with deep eyes.
"yes…"
When the little ancestor came in, couldn't he just hide in the clay sculpture and pretend to be dead?
This is not an ordinary second-grade formation, at least it is a killing formation with twelve or even thirteen lines at the beginning of the second grade!
Huang Pizi’s heart trembled, his eyes widened, and he immediately lost his dignity as a mountain **** and shouted:
Ink paintings are not only not scary to look at, but also very novel.
Rather than in reality, really see with your eyes.
But the fireball did not hit, but passed through the face of the demon and flew directly out of the door. With the sound of explosion, the fire filled the air and burned several rocks.
Originally, I thought this kid was young, so I just scared him away.
It discovered that at some point, there were more fiery red lines all over its body, surging spiritual power flowing among them, and majestic spiritual thoughts surging among them...
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said, "Nonsense, the mountain **** here was slaughtered!"
Huang Pizi looked at the ink painting with ferocious eyes, as if he was about to take action.
“Little friend! Little friend!”
Although his spiritual consciousness is strong, it is a bit difficult to use this difficult spiritual consciousness formation method to draw a second-grade and thirteen-line earth and fire formation.
This clay sculpture has a long and narrow face, with a human face, but no face.
It feels like things are a little bit beyond one's control...
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes brightened.
Divinity…
Transform into a sword!
(End of this chapter)
