Chapter 296 Evil Thoughts

After dinner, Mo Hua drew a formation for a while, then lay on the bed with his eyes closed, waiting for the midnight to arrive and enter the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the empty Dao tablet emerged.

Mo Hua carefully looked at the Dao tablet and found that there was nothing unusual about it, just the same as usual.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed.

He thought that he had eaten the green-faced little ghost, refined its divine thoughts, and built the foundation of divine consciousness in advance, so this Dao tablet would change and produce some mysterious changes.

But now it seems that he thought too much.

The Dao tablet is empty, simple, deep and silent, like the Tao, eternal and eternal.

Mo Hua stared at the Dao tablet silently.

This Dao tablet has been in the sea of ​​consciousness for more than ten years. Mo Hua was very familiar with it, but now looking at it again, it seems unfathomable, as if it hides many unknown causes and effects.

"I wonder if I can figure out the secrets hidden in the Dao Monument when my realm is higher, my consciousness is stronger, or my experience in cultivation is broader?"

Mo Hua thought to himself.

Afterwards, Mo Hua put aside his distracting thoughts and practiced the formation on the Dao Monument as usual.

Cultivation requires accumulation over time, and formation also requires perseverance.

Both require day-and-night efforts and persistent practice. Nothing can be accomplished overnight, and one should not rush for quick success.

Even though Mo Hua's consciousness is already very strong now, the formation still needs to be down-to-earth, practiced and consolidated over and over again.

Mo Hua used his fingers instead of a pen to draw complex and profound formation patterns on the Dao Monument.

This is a profound formation pattern that ordinary first-grade formation masters cannot learn at all. The formation formed by this profound formation pattern is the first-grade ten-pattern reverse spirit formation.

This is also the most difficult formation that Mo Hua has learned so far.

For Mo Hua now, only this formation is worth his time to practice.

After all, his spiritual consciousness has already established its foundation. Ordinary first-grade formations can't deepen his understanding or hone his spiritual consciousness. Drawing it is like drinking water, easy and tasteless.

Of course, Mo Hua only thought about this in his heart. If he said it out, he would definitely be hated.

Mo Hua concentrated on practicing the Reverse Spirit Formation.

But as he practiced, Mo Hua found something wrong.

Whenever he consumed his spiritual consciousness, some residual images would occasionally appear in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Among the residual images, there are Taoist temples hidden in the green mountains, Taoist children who are sometimes innocent and sometimes evil, Taoists who are sometimes immortal and sometimes greedy, and all kinds of monks with ulterior motives...

Mo Hua's mood also changes frequently.

Sometimes simple, sometimes irritable, sometimes decadent, sometimes tyrannical, and even worse, greedy for human flesh and blood.

Mo Hua quickly sat down to meditate and put away all distracting thoughts.

After a moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes and frowned.

"Is it the spiritual thoughts of the green-faced little ghost that were not purified before? There are still so many evil thoughts left?"

He remembered what Mr. Zhuang said, that the visualization picture is dangerous and unpredictable, and the spiritual consciousness visualized may be some "non-human" existence...

If so, I am afraid that the sequelae of "eating" the little ghost will be more dangerous than I thought.

"Go ask Mr. Zhuang tomorrow."

Since the evil thoughts are still there, it is not good to use the spiritual consciousness to practice the formation again.

Otherwise, the remaining evil thoughts will subtly pollute the sea of ​​consciousness, causing people to make mistakes and even go astray.

Mo Hua continued to meditate, reflect on himself, overcome evil thoughts, and keep his original heart.

At the time of Mao, the sky was dawning, and Mo Hua sat cross-legged in meditation, covered with the rising sun, and practiced as usual.

After the training, his spiritual power was replenished. Mo Hua ate the breakfast made by his mother, brought some wine and meat, and went to visit Mr. Zhuang in Zuowangju.

Mo Hua hadn't visited Mr. Zhuang for a long time.

In the mountain residence, the scenery was as usual, quiet and leisurely, and it made people feel calm.

It was still early, and Mr. Zhuang was still dozing.

Mo Hua secretly glanced into the room and saw that Mr. Zhuang was still lying leisurely on the bamboo chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind, so he didn't want to disturb him.

Mo Hua sat on the steps outside as usual, found a formation book, put it on his knees and read it quietly.

There was golden sunlight above his head, and emerald mountains in front of him.

While reading the book and looking at the scenery, Mo Hua felt that the evil thoughts in his heart disappeared, and his mood became much more relaxed.

As he was watching, Mo Hua suddenly noticed some movement in the room. He turned around and saw that Mr. Zhuang had stood up and looked at him seriously.

"Who are you?"

Mr. Zhuang asked, his tone slightly cold.

Mo Hua was stunned and scratched his head, "Sir, I am Mo Hua..."

Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua for a few times, his tone slightly softened, and asked, "Where did your spiritual consciousness come from?"

"I saw a visualization picture."

It turned out to be a visualization picture...

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, "Then what?"

"There was a little ghost in the picture, it jumped into my sea of ​​consciousness, and I ate it..."

Mo Hua was concise and to the point.

Mr. Zhuang, who was always calm and composed, could not help showing a look of shock, "Did you eat it?"

Mo Hua nodded, "You ate it."

Mr. Zhuang pulled the corner of his mouth, "How did you eat it?"

"It wanted to eat me, but I didn't let it eat, so I used the formation to hurt it, and it turned into a few wisps of green smoke and was swallowed into my stomach..."

Mo Hua roughly described what happened, but did not mention the Dao Monument.

In fact, it was the breath of the Dao Monument that burned the green-faced ghost into green smoke.

"Can your consciousness manifest?" Mr. Zhuang asked.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

Mo Hua learned from the green-faced ghost that the manifestation of the divine thought in the sea of ​​consciousness is called the manifestation of consciousness.

Mo Hua has been able to manifest his consciousness since he was a child, and thought it was a common thing, but seeing the expression of the ghost, he realized that not all cultivators can manifest their own consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mr. Zhuang's expression was not surprising at this time. It seemed that although he had not asked before, he should have guessed that his spiritual consciousness could be manifested.

Mr. Zhuang said again: "I ate the little ghost and refined it, so my spiritual consciousness suddenly increased?"

Mo Hua nodded, thinking that he was worthy of being Mr. Zhuang. He only said a few words, and Mr. Zhuang guessed the whole story.

Mr. Zhuang stood there with a complicated expression, and he hesitated several times, and finally confirmed slowly:

"So now, your spiritual consciousness has been established?"

"Yes, sir!" Mo Hua smiled shyly, his eyes sparkling, and a little proud.

Mr. Zhuang sighed, and sat back slowly, his expression returned to leisure, but his heart was obviously not as calm as his face.

These days, Mo Hua didn't come to see him, and he thought he ran away to play somewhere and forgot the time for a while, but he didn't expect that in just a few days, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness had already established a foundation.

"Too fast..." Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.

Although it is said that everything is prepared, and if it is not prepared, it will be abandoned.

But Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is growing so fast that it is hard to predict. In this way, all his previous preparations and plans will be overturned and started again...

Mo Hua saw that Mr. Zhuang seemed to be absent-minded, so he asked his concerns:

"Sir, I ate the little ghost in the visualization picture, and it seems that I have its memory in my sea of ​​consciousness. Occasionally, I will have many illusions and various distracting thoughts. Is this dangerous?"

"This..." Mr. Zhuang's eyes sank, "It's hard to say."

Mo Hua didn't expect that Mr. Zhuang, who was knowledgeable, would have such a vague answer, and couldn't help asking:

"Why is it hard to say?"

"Because no one has done this before..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "No one has eaten a little ghost?"

"Yes." Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua with a complicated expression, "Usually, it is eaten by the little ghost. You are the first one to eat a little ghost..."