Chapter 364 Waves

After recuperating the ink painting for a few days, I felt that there was nothing serious, so I went to visit Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang is leaving.

Mo Hua had previously thought about learning spiritual calculations well and giving Mr. Zhuang a surprise.

Now it seems that this "surprise" may be a bit too big...

But Mr. Zhuang didn't seem to care and didn't even ask.

Mo Hua was a little confused and asked:

"Sir, don't you ask what happened?"

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and shook his head slightly:

"If I know, I know even if you don't tell me. If I don't know, you don't have to tell me. At the same time, don't tell anyone. Don't let anyone know."

Mo Hua was slightly startled and nodded.

Mr. Zhuang told him again:

"The calculation of divine consciousness can be used, but it must be kept low-key so that no one can see it. If it is seen, find a way to hide it..."

"As for the disintegration of the formation, never use it again!"

Mr. Zhuang's tone was quite solemn.

Mo Hua hesitated a little and whispered:

"Then what if...we have no choice but to use it?"

After all, he doesn't know what dangers he will encounter in the future. If a disaster strikes, he can't just sit back and wait for death.

"If it must be used..." Mr. Zhuang said lightly, "then make sure that no one knows about it after using it."

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and nodded again.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and his expression softened:

"These things are not something you should learn at this level. Once people know about it, they will definitely attract people to covet you and make you angry."

Especially the formation disintegration.

This inheritance is the top secret among top secrets.

Mr. Zhuang sighed.

When he taught Mo Hua spiritual calculation, he just wanted to give him a first glimpse of the door and help him understand the formation, but he didn't expect that he would even disintegrate the entire formation...

This was something he never expected.

The formation collapsed...

Even thinking about it now, Mr. Zhuang still feels a little palpitated.

Mr. Zhuang knew that ink painting must have some special opportunities, and he had already noticed it, and this opportunity might be greater than he thought.

But Mr. Zhuang didn’t want to go into details.

Every monk has his own destiny, not to mention, this young monk who has destiny is still his disciple.

Mr. Zhuang wanted to keep the ink painting a secret.

The best way to keep a secret is to not know the secret yourself.

Human consciousness is elusive and elusive.

But no matter how false the consciousness is, there are always traces to follow.

As long as you know, someone will definitely find out the clues.

So the best way is to know nothing from the beginning.

There is nothing there, so where is the dust?

Mo Hua originally wanted to tell Mr. Zhuang about the thunder and formation pattern, but since Mr. Zhuang said so, it's better not to say it now.

Mo Hua remembered something again and asked:

"Sir, are you about to leave..."

After all, the formation has been learned by oneself, and the matter of Feng Xi has been resolved. Mr. Zhuang seems to have no reason to stay...

Moreover, Mr. Zhuang's breath is getting worse day by day.

Although on the surface, his appearance and demeanor are still the same as before, there is no change.

However, Mo Hua was very thoughtful, and after staying with Mr. Zhuang for a long time, he could vaguely notice that Mr. Zhuang's aura seemed to be gradually fading.

It's an amazing feeling.

It was as if Mr. Zhuang's existence itself was gradually dissipating.

Mr. Zhuang sighed slightly: "Yes."

"Then can I see you again in the future?"

Mo Hua was a little disappointed.

Seeing the reluctance in Mo Hua's eyes, Mr. Zhuang seemed to have made up his mind. His tone was gentle but firm:

"We can meet..."

…

After Mo Hua left, the figure of the old man appeared, looked at Mr. Zhuang and frowned:

"Don't do unnecessary things."

"What do you mean by unnecessary things?"

The old man said displeasedly, "You know it well, why do you need me to say it?"

Mr. Zhuang was silent. After a moment, his eyes brightened slightly and he said:

"I want... to become my personal disciple by collecting ink paintings."

As expected, the old man thought so, and his tone became even more unkind:

"If you want to die yourself, don't drag this child down. His family background is small and he cannot be involved in such a big cause and effect."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "No, he has great luck!"

The old man frowned.

Mr. Zhuang recalled the scene in Daheishan and said:

"The great formation disintegrates and is born, and the calamity thunder descends without death. This is great luck!"

The old man said angrily: "That's bullshit luck. He calculated his life by himself. Jie Lei wouldn't kill him in the first place. These things have their own causes and effects and have nothing to do with the illusory luck.

When it comes to luck, it's okay to deceive uninformed monks, but it's a bit far-fetched to deceive an old man.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang could not fool the old man, he said:

"That doesn't mean you are lucky, but at least you have a Taoist heart. Although you are young, your Taoist heart is grand and persevering."

The puppet master did not refute this point, he just sighed and asked:

"Have you really thought about it?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

"There is no good cause and effect on you." Puppet Lao reminded him.

It's not that there are no good causes and effects, but... they are all bad causes and effects...

Mr. Zhuang felt bitter in his heart and sighed slightly, then looked far away and said:

"So we have to find a way... to keep him away from these karma."

…

Under the big locust tree, Mo Hua was sharing food with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

Exquisite pastries, snacks, various flavors of meat and wine were placed in front of the three of them.

These were made by Liu Ruhua for Mo Hua because she felt sorry for him.

Mo Hua couldn't finish them all by himself, so he gave some to Da Hu and the others, and the rest was used to invite Zi Sheng and Zi Xi to eat together.

After all, Mr. Zhuang was leaving soon, and the three of them would soon be separated.

After being together for so long, Mo Hua was still reluctant to leave.

Bai Zisheng was eating happily, and suddenly remembered something, and asked Mo Hua:

"If you get hurt, will Aunt Liu make delicious food for you?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Of course."

Bai Zisheng was a little envious, and Bai Zixi's eyes also showed a trace of envy.

Mo Hua asked in confusion: "Doesn't your mother know how to cook for you?"

Bai Zisheng sighed, "I have grown up so big, let alone food, even a glass of water, my mother has never cooked for me to drink..."

Mo Hua was a little curious, "What is your mother like?"

He rarely heard Bai Zisheng mention his mother.

"Very beautiful!" Bai Zisheng said, and then muttered, "But she is cold and strict with me and Zixi."

Mo Hua nodded silently.

Zisheng and Zixi are both very good-looking, and their mother is naturally very beautiful.

And the two of them are extremely talented and come from aristocratic families, so it is understandable that they are strict...

But why is her attitude so cold?

Generally speaking, with such children, parents would probably be afraid that they would melt in their hands, and they would be so happy that they would not have time to be cold...

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out, and asked again: "What about your father?"

This seemed to touch Bai Zisheng's sore spot, his face changed, and then he said coldly: "I don't have a father!"

Mo Hua nodded, "If you don't have a father, then you don't have a father."

Bai Zisheng was stunned, and asked: "How can a person not have a father?"

"Didn't you say you don't have a father?"

"That was just angry words!"

"What is the truth?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Bai Zisheng sighed, "I don't know who my father is. My mother won't tell me. Other people in the family are also very secretive."

"I guess he is either dead or his identity is not to be seen by the public..."

"The affairs of your family are really complicated..."

Bai Zisheng sighed and said enviously, "You are still the best."

Mo Hua didn't quite understand, "What's good about it?"

Bai Zisheng shook his head, "Nothing."

Bai Zixi also looked at Mo Hua silently, without saying anything, but the envy in his autumn-water eyes became stronger.

After that, the three of them put their minds at ease, ate and drank enough, and practiced their lessons for a while before going home.

...

The days in Tongxian City were as stable as water, but the Tianshu Pavilion of the Dao Court caused waves.

The old man in the high pavilion of Tianshu Pavilion, who was also the elder of Tianshu Pavilion, was holding a jade slip in his hand at this time. Looking at the content on it, his brows gathered into a "chuan" character.

Written on the jade slip was the sequel of the Taoist sin in Tongxian City:

North of Lizhou, the boundary of the second-grade Black Mountain State, Tongxian City.

A Taoist evil was born in the form of a great demon named Feng Xi.

Appendix: Local cultivators built a five-element demon-killing formation (note: first-grade eleven patterns), which later collapsed, attracted the heavenly thunder, and Feng Xi died...

I can understand every word of the elder, but when they are put together, I can't understand it anymore.

How can the five-element demon-killing formation be built?

Is this formation so easy to build? Can it be built just by saying it?

Who built it for them? Who is the main formation master?

"The formation collapsed"...

Why did the formation collapse again?

Is collapse something that ordinary formation masters can do?

What's more, it's the collapse of an entire formation... Can this be the means of ordinary formation masters?

"Heavenly thunder", let alone.

Who caused this thunder? What do they want to wipe out?

"Feng Xi's death", which was originally the most surprising thing, is now the least surprising...

Under the restrictions of the laws of heaven, it is basically impossible to kill Dao Xie. Even if it can be killed, it is in the states where some aristocratic families are located.

It is incredible that a small fairy city like Tongxian City can work together to kill Dao Xie...

But in the face of "building a large formation", "the collapse of the formation", and "inducing thunder", Feng Xi's death seems to be a matter of course...

This jade slip is concise and to the point.

The old man used to ask the documents of Tianshu Pavilion to be as concise as possible and not to say nonsense.

But now, he thinks that this document is too concise, making him a little confused...

The old man couldn't help but sigh.

"A Feng Xi...why is so exaggerated..."

Just listening to it makes people sweat.

Especially thunder, even at their level, they are afraid of hearing it, and they will die if they touch it, and they want to avoid it.

Triggering the thunderbolt, it's too much...

The elder shook his head slightly, frowned and thought, thinking over and over, there is only one explanation:

The boy surnamed Zhuang took action.

Otherwise, who can build a big formation, who can make the big formation collapse?

I just don't know if he died after triggering the thunderbolt, or if it was a person or a puppet who died...

The elder immediately became confused.

When did the boy surnamed Zhuang become so enthusiastic?

It's just a small fairy city.

A small fairy city like this in the cultivation world is worth millions if not tens of millions, why is he so concerned?

Is there... a reason that he doesn't know?

The elder flipped through the jade slip again, and at the end of the jade slip, he saw another line of small words:

"The flesh and blood of Feng Xi, the devil in the heart of Taoism, the suspicious Taoist priest is causing trouble..."

The elder took a breath, looked up into the distance, his eyes slightly fixed, and murmured in a low voice:

"It's troublesome..."

Thanks to the book friends Han Baobao Great Shark, 20220812183836149, Wuai2021 for the reward~

Something delayed me, so it's a little late, sorry.