Chapter 577 A Night of Terror

The mountains are steep and the scenery is beautiful.

There is a thick layer of fallen leaves, which rot and blend with the soil, making them soft to step on.

The yellowish miasma floats in the mountains.

The milky white clouds shroud the forest.

The gurgling stream comes from nowhere, soaking the jagged rocks, and flows to nowhere.

Mo Hua took a miasma pill to drive away the miasma in his body, released his spiritual sense, and walked cautiously to the north along the rugged mountain path, guarding against the monsters in the forest.

He walked for most of the day until the sun set, the mountains were shrouded in twilight, and the deep forest became darker and deeper.

Mo Hua looked up and found that it was late at night and the fog was heavy, and the miasma was thick, isolating his spiritual sense.

The range of his spiritual sense was less than half of that in the daytime.

The evil spirit in the mountains gradually became thicker.

Some "night-awake" monsters seemed to be gradually waking up, and in the bleak night, they let out strange, inexplicable roars that echoed in the mountains.

Mo Hua frowned.

It seems that he can't make it at night...

He remembered the dilapidated temple the old man mentioned, so he released his spiritual sense based on his memory, found a direction, and walked towards a hidden mountain road.

After passing through a forest and climbing over a huge rock, he walked for another half an hour and finally saw a dilapidated temple on the mountainside.

The temple was dilapidated, but there was a little bit of popularity. It seemed that monks would pass by and rest here occasionally.

The nearby demonic miasma was also lighter.

In front of the dilapidated temple, there was a stone staircase, simple and steep.

Mo Hua climbed up the steps, his body was like flowing water, his feet were light, and soon he arrived in front of the dilapidated temple.

The gate of the dilapidated temple was missing one door, and the other door was also mottled due to the sun and rain.

After entering the door, the walls were drafty and dirty.

The cold moonlight shone down from the roof, reflecting a clay sculpture in the middle, with a white face and a gloomy look.

The clay sculpture had a long and narrow face, with a human face, but without a human face.

The eyes were illuminated by the moonlight, showing a trace of weirdness, and through the dark night, staring at Mo Hua like a human.

Mo Hua was fearless, with a pair of big eyes, and stared at the clay sculpture.

After staring at each other for a while, it seemed that the moonlight was deflected, and the clay sculpture's eyes moved away silently...

Mo Hua did not let it go, and walked to the front of the clay sculpture, staring at it with deep eyes.

The clay sculpture immediately calmed down and behaved properly.

Mo Hua jumped onto the altar, looked at the clay sculpture, and muttered:

"It's not right, why is there nothing?"

"It should be..."

"I can't be wrong..."

Mo Hua looked puzzled.

The light in the clay sculpture's eyes had already gone, and it even wanted to close its eyes.

Mo Hua licked his lips, "What a pity..."

Then he jumped off the altar, cleared a piece of open space, and used his spiritual consciousness to control the ink and draw a warm fire array.

As the warm fire array lit up, the orange flames rose, dispelling the night in the temple and the coldness in the mountains.

Mo Hua wrapped himself in a small blanket and roasted by the fire, feeling very warm.

As the warmth rose, Mo Hua suddenly felt hungry again, so he took out some mountain potatoes and dried meat from his storage bag and roasted them on the warm fire array.

Roasting by the fire, eating the fragrant and glutinous mountain potatoes, chewing the spicy beef, and drinking the sweet fruit wine brewed by his mother.

Mo Hua shook his head and felt very comfortable.

After eating and drinking, Mo Hua extinguished the warm fire array, wrapped the small blanket tightly, and fell asleep with the remaining warmth on the ground.

The ruined temple became quiet.

The cold moonlight shone down again, illuminating the eyes of the clay sculpture on the altar.

The cold eyes of the clay sculpture slowly drooped and looked at the Mo Hua who was wrapped like a "little zongzi" and slept soundly as if no one was around.

The clay sculpture's eyes flickered, and I don't know what it was thinking.

After a cup of tea, a layer of faint white light appeared on the clay sculpture.

This layer of light seemed to be illusory, vague and obscure.

The consciousness can be felt, but the eyes cannot see.

The white light gradually stretched and slowly condensed into a long and narrow human figure.

It broke out of the clay sculpture, with a body like a human, a face like a demon, long beard, narrow eyes, and yellow hair.

This demon shadow tiptoed, followed the gusts of cold wind, slowly approached Mo Hua, stretched out its long nails, and said in a strange voice:

"My friend..."

"Look back..."

"Look, who am I..."

It wanted to transmit this evil voice into the dream of this little monk.

Waking him up from his dream.

But before it finished, Mo Hua, who was originally "sleeping", suddenly turned his head, stared at him with a pair of big eyes, and asked:

"Who are you?"

The evil-looking demon shadow was startled.

"You, you are not asleep?"

Then it was startled again, "No, you can see me?"

"Didn't you let me see you?" Mo Hua said strangely.

"No, no..."

The demon shadow shook his head repeatedly. The "see" it said was in the dream, seeing the weird and terrifying nightmare that it manifested.

Rather than in reality, really seeing with the eyes.

The demon shadow was a little flustered, "This little ghost, what's going on..."

How did he see himself?

Could it be... that his spiritual consciousness is too strong?

It's impossible. How strong can his spiritual consciousness be as a little ghost?

"Who are you?" Mo Hua asked again.

Yaoying came back to his senses, his face showing anger. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Mo Hua's eyes were clear and sharp, and even had a hint of weirdness, as if he was looking through him.

Yaoying's heart trembled, and then he heard Mo Hua's clear voice:

"Are you the thing in the clay sculpture just now?"

"The clay sculpture of the mountain temple..."

"Are you the mountain god?"

"No, the old man down the mountain told me that the mountain god turned into an evil spirit and has been killed."

"So, you are a fake?"

"You have a demon face in a human body and are parasitic on the clay sculpture, which means you are neither a human nor a demon, but a divine thought. You are either born evil or a humanized ghost..."

The demon shadow's heart sank.

How does this kid know so much?

How old is he? He talks as if he deals with these evil spirits every day...

The demon shadow showed a fierce look and said, "Are you scared? Now that you know, why don't you hurry up..."

Before it finished speaking, a fireball whistled in.

This fireball was fast and accurate, with flames swirling on it, and it went straight to the demon shadow's face.

But the fireball did not hit it, but passed through the demon shadow's face and flew directly out of the door. With the explosion, the flames spread and burned several rocks.

The demon shadow was stunned, and then furious.

The fireball spell covered his face!

This little foreign cultivator is so rude!

Throwing a fireball just because of a disagreement?

Fortunately, I am a body of divine consciousness, and the magic composed of spiritual power cannot hurt the body of consciousness, otherwise, wouldn’t my face be disfigured by this? !

"What a courage!"

Yaoying was full of anger. He wanted to teach this little cultivator a lesson and teach him some rules of being a cultivator!

But Mo Hua ignored it...

"Is the fireball spell useless..."

"Because it is the killing power at the level of spiritual power..."

"Evil thoughts... Divine consciousness..."

Mo Hua muttered while thinking.

His previous divine consciousness confrontations were all in the sea of ​​consciousness. Every spell and every technique were manifestations of divine consciousness, which could kill evil thoughts.

But now it is outside the sea of ​​consciousness. Mo Hua lacks experience and doesn't know what means are useful.

Mo Hua pondered on his own.

Yaoying was even more furious.

The yellow-mouthed child is arrogant!

This is not taking me seriously at all.

After all, he was once a mountain god, worshipped by people. Although he is now in decline, he is not so degraded as to be bullied by a little ghost!

In his own temple, he has his own statue to bless him, and his mind power is stable.

He is also a body of divine mind, his blood and qi are not damaged, and his spiritual power is not invaded, so he is basically invincible.

Originally, he thought that the little ghost was young, so he just scared him away.

But since he is so ignorant, he has to be ruthless and let him know the dangers of practicing Taoism...

The demon's eyes are red, and his breath is rising. His originally thin figure gradually becomes stronger, and hair grows on his limbs, turning into a huge "yellow skin"...

Mo Hua is not only not afraid, but also very curious.

He has seen people turning into "evil ghosts" and "zombies", but this is the first time he has seen a "weasel"...

The yellow skin looked at Mo Hua ferociously, as if he was about to attack.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and decided to strike first. With a flick of his hand, he used spiritual ink to draw a golden lock array under the feet of the yellow-skinned man.

The first-grade golden lock array was simple, so it was laid out quickly.

Once the golden lock array was formed, it formed chains that locked the yellow-skinned man's shadow.

The yellow-skinned man was bound by the golden lock array. After struggling a few times, he broke the chains and escaped, but he was still shocked.

"Array?"

"Without a pen or paper, how did this kid lay it out?"

Mo Hua nodded secretly.

He was right.

The power of the spell is determined by the spiritual power.

Although the damage of the array is also composed of spiritual power, it contains the laws of the Great Dao and condenses a large amount of spiritual consciousness.

With spiritual consciousness, restrain the divine thoughts.

So the spell cannot hurt it.

But the array is effective against the "yellow-skinned man" who has no blood, no flesh, no spirit, no breath, no physical injury, and no spiritual power.

It's just that compared to the formations in the sea of ​​consciousness, which are purely composed of spiritual consciousness, the power is a little weaker.

But it's good as long as it's useful...

What's more, what I'm using now is only a first-grade formation.

Mo Hua took out several bottles of spiritual ink in a row, and began to hold his breath and concentrate, using his spiritual consciousness to control the ink, and construct a more complex formation...

The yellow-skinned man was a little panicked when he saw Mo Hua's calm face...

It felt that something was beyond its control...

This little ghost was not panicked, one move after another, full of confidence, and it was a little hard to see through.

Forget it?

But if a dignified mountain god can't beat a little ghost, wouldn't it be a joke?

The yellow-skinned man was ruthless and wanted to pounce on Mo Hua.

But before he got close to Mo Hua, he saw the golden ink pattern on the bottom of his feet, condensed into three golden locks, trapping him tightly.

The yellow-skinned man used his claws and teeth to struggle to break free.

The first-grade golden lock array, although it is now in decline and its strength is not as good as before, it can still cope with it.

But before it could break free, it looked down and saw more golden lock arrays appearing under its feet.

The yellow-skinned man was shocked and frightened.

"What's wrong with this kid?"

"What kind of education did he receive? How can he draw the array like this?!"

If he draws the array like this, he can't win...

The yellow-skinned man wanted to retreat.

"Ask for mercy?"

As soon as this thought came up, it was rejected by the yellow-skinned man.

How could he, a dignified mountain god, beg for mercy from a little kid? Wouldn't he be laughed at if he said no?

Just hold on like this for now...

Even if a little cultivator has a stronger spiritual consciousness and learns the array better, how long can he hold on?

When neither of them can hold on anymore, they will pretend to be "a draw" and give up, so as not to lose too much face...

But before it could finish thinking about it, its eyelids suddenly jumped wildly.

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...

Second-grade formation!

It's not an ordinary second-grade formation, at least it's 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 god and shouted:

"Little friend! Little friend!"

"You have something to say!"

Mo Hua ignored him and continued to set up the formation...

Huang Pizi gritted his teeth and shouted: "Young master, my little ancestor!"

"Please, stop drawing, or you will die if you continue to draw!"

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...

The ink painting stopped.

It's not that he really wants to stop, but he can't continue painting.

Although his spiritual consciousness is strong, it is a bit difficult to use this difficult spiritual consciousness formation method to draw the second-grade and thirteen-line earth fire formation.

The previous Bujin Lock Formation consumed a lot of spiritual consciousness.

Now it is estimated that the second-grade earth fire formation will never be finished. Even if it is finished, the spiritual consciousness will be on the verge of exhaustion.

Moreover, this yellow-skinned man is so sensible that he even 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 walked up to Huang Pizi and asked:

"You want to harm me?"

Huang Pizi said helplessly: "I just want to scare you..."

Mo Hua was puzzled, "For no reason, why are you scaring me?"

Huang Pizi smiled bitterly, "Your consciousness is a little strange. As soon as you entered the door, you stared at the mountain god statue, and you seemed to see something..."

"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 malicious intentions..."

"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded half-heartedly, then asked, "Who are you?"

Huang Pizi said: "I am the mountain god here..."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said, "Nonsense, the mountain god here was slaughtered!"

Huang Pizi said quickly: "I don't dare to lie to you. I am indeed a mountain god. My name is 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'..."

"When I was practicing Taoism, something went wrong and evil thoughts grew. Only then was I beheaded by a righteous monk..."

"But because of its deep roots, it still has a glimmer of hope."

"Over the years, I have built this ruined temple to drive away evil spirits and provide a place for the monks to rest. It can be considered as a good relationship."

"In addition, the mountain god statue is enshrined, and there is a hint of incense."

"This has also condensed this broken body, but the strength is not as good as before, and it is just lingering..."

Huangshan Jun sighed.

Mo Hua saw that his expression didn't seem to be fake, so he reluctantly believed him, but still threatened in a crisp voice:

"You better not lie to me, or I'll eat you!"

Huangshan Jun was stunned and laughed a little.

After all, my heart is like a child, and I can't threaten people.

He is a divine mind, what is he going to do...

Huangshan Jun suddenly shuddered. As soon as the word "eat" appeared, he felt that the cause and effect was involved, and he couldn't help but feel frightened.

"this……"

Can this little monk really eat himself?

No... maybe it's him, he's already eaten a lot...

Huangshan Jun opened his mouth, his eyes filled with horror.

"What on earth is this little monk? Why is he more scary than me?"

Mr. Huangshan wished he could slap himself in the face.

Why did he carry it like this and cause this little trouble? !

When the little ancestor came in, couldn't he just hide in the clay sculpture and pretend to be dead?

Why do you want to be a bitch and take a look at him?

Seeing this, I almost lost my life...

Mr. Huangshan felt bitter in his heart.

Mo Hua stared at Huangshan Jun and suddenly asked:

"Let me ask you a few questions."

Huangshan Jun immediately retreated from his demonic form, showing his true nature as a human demon, and said respectfully:

"Excuse me, young sir!"

Mo Hua asked: "You are a spirit, but are you considered a human or a demon? And the mountain god... what exactly are you?"

"What makes you a 'god'?"

Mo Hua asked several questions in succession.

Mr. Huangshan was a little surprised.

He thought that this little monk, who was so capable and proficient in killing with spiritual thoughts, must have a very deep family background, but the questions he asked were somewhat different.

He was able to do things that he shouldn't be able to do. Not only did he know it, he was also horribly skilled at it.

But he doesn't seem to know much about what he should know...

"Is it because the inheritance is incomplete, or the master only taught half of it..."

Huangshan Jun speculated in his mind, but he did not dare to hide it.

It was afraid that the little monk was "cheating" it. He knew clearly but pretended not to understand, and then he would seize the opportunity to "eat" him.

It’s not impossible that cultivating the Tao is dangerous...

Huangshan Jun said:

"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'."

"Ghosts are thoughts."

"The time for a monk is approaching. When the body dies and the Tao disappears, the spiritual thoughts transformed after death are usually ghosts."

"Ghosts are evil, their minds are broken and mutated, and they will swallow people's spiritual consciousness and maintain their own ghost thoughts, especially the spiritual consciousness of close relatives, which is a great tonic for ghosts."

"'God' is also a kind of thought body."

"But cultivating to become a god is very demanding, and it has to do with things like the great road, cause and effect, offerings, incense and the like."

"I'm 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..."

"especially……"

Huangshan Jun 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..."

"These existences are invisible, unknowable, even close to 'Tao', almost 'immortal'..."

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.

This world of cultivation seems to be bigger, deeper, more terrifying and complicated than I imagined...

Mo Hua glanced at Huangshan Jun again and said doubtfully:

"Mountain God, you are cultivating the right path, is it good?"

Mr. Huangshan smiled awkwardly and said: "That's right... at least his consciousness is clear, he wants to eat incense, make good friends, and have good results..."

"Then why did you become bad again before? And you were beheaded?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Huangshan Jun seemed to have been stabbed in the chest. He hesitated for a moment and said helplessly:

"This...well, when it comes to spiritual practice, it is inevitable to make mistakes..."

"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's eyes turned cold.

Huangshan Jun felt chills all over and immediately said: "It's not 'me', it's the 'me' from before..."

Mo Hua said with a serious face, "You are not who you used to be?"

Huangshan Jun wanted to cry but had no tears, "Evil thoughts are breeding, one thought and two thoughts, I can't help it..."

"Then what?"

"Then... After eating a few people, although the spiritual mind was dirty, it was 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... "

"There was a swordsman in white who had a profound realm. He killed me with one sword..."

"After being beheaded, I still had a trace of breath left due to my good fortune..."

"The sword cultivator said things like 'God has the virtue of good life', 'One death can never cut off the life', 'Leave a ray of hope' and so on, so he let me go."

"But he also warned me that if I do evil again, I will be killed."

"So, little sir, I really don't dare to harm you..."

Huangshan Jun wished he could cut his heart open and show it to Mo Hua.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, and suddenly remembered another question:

"You are a mountain god and a body of spiritual thoughts. How can a swordsman kill you with his sword?"

"yes……"

As if thinking of the scene at that time, Huangshan Jun still had great fear in his eyes.

"Divine thoughts turn into swords..."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then his eyes brightened.

Divine thoughts...

Turn into a sword! !