Chapter 552: Demons in the Heart of Tao

Can I learn it?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and shook his head.

No way...

The heart of Taoism is full of demons... It sounds like the way of the demons.

I am a proper cultivator and cannot go astray and learn the unorthodox ways of the demon sect.

What if I learn it and become a little devil...

"But if I can't learn it, can I study it?"

Mo Hua thought again.

He remembered what his master told him about the "weird Taoist" on the night of separation:

"He has been possessed by the demon, and he is practicing the art of the 'weird' way..."

"He is cold-hearted, has strong means, and is also an extremely conceited person, but he is proficient in the art of divine consciousness, and his use of divine consciousness is also at the pinnacle..."

"If you meet him in the future, you must be careful and guard against him..."

...

If you meet him in the future, you must be careful and guard against him...

Mo Hua frowned.

Is there another meaning in what the master said?

Did the master foresee or calculate that he would meet the cunning Taoist, so he asked him to be careful?

But how to be careful?

Mo Hua thought about it and said uncertainly:

"Know yourself and know your enemy?"

Only by understanding the Tao Heart Planting Demon can we be on guard against the Tao Heart Planting Demon.

If you know nothing about "Tao Heart Planting Demon", you will be trapped by the "master" in the future and become his puppet, unable to control yourself, and you may not even know it.

Moreover, the master said that the cunning Taoist "uses his spiritual consciousness to the pinnacle..."

Even the master said "to the pinnacle", so the cunning Taoist's spiritual consciousness must be perfect and terrifyingly strong.

I must take a good look at it and learn what I can.

As for the righteous way and the evil way...

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought carefully.

The so-called righteousness and the so-called evil are all a kind of "Tao", and the embodiment of the great way.

Just like the formation.

The evil array and the righteous array seem to be clearly distinguished, but in essence, they all follow the basic principles and framework of the array.

However, the righteous array is intended to understand the way of heaven and the essence of the operation of spiritual power.

The evil array is eager for quick success and instant benefits. In order to make the array complete quickly and pursue the power of the array, it uses human blood as ink, human bones as pivots, skin and flesh as mediums, and the sea of ​​blood and sea of ​​qi as eyes.

Existence and non-existence are interdependent, difficulty and ease complement each other, and righteousness and evil are contradictory and also prove each other.

Is it the same for planting demons in the heart of Tao?

Learn its method, understand its principles, and understand its way.

Even if you can't use the method of "planting demons in the heart of Tao", you can draw inferences from similar cases, understand the principles of using spiritual consciousness, and learn the method of using spiritual consciousness.

At the very least, you can know yourself and the enemy, and guard against "master uncle" harming yourself in the future.

However, you must stick to the heart of Tao and don't lose your original heart.

It is easy to go from good to evil, but it is difficult to change from evil to good...

Mo Hua nodded involuntarily.

Cannot be bewitched by "Tao Heart Planting Demon".

Cannot become a little devil!

Mo Hua made up his mind, and then began to follow the strange Taoist, poking his little head to spy on how the strange Taoist used "Tao Heart Planting Demon" to play with people's hearts and slaughter monks...

The strange Taoist acted without restraint, killing people everywhere, and Tao Heart Planting Demon frequently.

Mo Hua has seen a lot, combined with his understanding of divine consciousness and experience of divine consciousness killing, he has a general understanding of Tao Heart Planting Demon.

This is a magic divine consciousness method that sounds ordinary, looks weird, and is terrifying when thinking deeply. In fact, it is cold and cruel, and almost unsolvable.

Blood hurts the flesh.

Spirit hurts the meridians.

And Tao Heart Planting Demon hurts the divine consciousness itself.

It is to transform one's own spiritual consciousness into evil thoughts, and after differentiation, it spreads like a plague and resides in the sea of ​​consciousness of others.

It is similar to the sneaky in the visualization picture, but much stronger.

The sneaky parasitizes and eats away at the sea of ​​consciousness, with many restrictions and slow effects.

But the cultivation of demons in the heart of Taoism is very fast. The cultivators who are "planted with demons" by the trickster Taoist will be deeply planted with evil thoughts in just a few breaths and cannot extricate themselves.

The sneaky is an invasion of external evil.

Planting demons is more like pollution from the inside, directly causing the cultivator's heart of Taoism to degenerate and become demonic.

It is not that the trickster Taoist controls them.

It is more like that they themselves cannot control their own evil thoughts.

Obviously they are controlled by others, but it seems that they are doing things according to their own wishes and desires.

Planting evil thoughts inside the heart of Taoism...

From this point of view, the cultivation of demons in the heart of Taoism is actually the heart of Taoism that is eaten away and damaged!

Mo Hua was slightly startled, and then he looked at the strange Taoist, and a trace of doubt emerged in his heart:

"The heart of Taoism grows demons, and the demon thoughts are divided... Where is the real 'weird Taoist', or the original demon thoughts of the strange Taoist?"

"If the demon thoughts are not killed, will the strange Taoist not die?"

"It is even possible that as long as the demon thoughts are not completely wiped out, even if the original demon thoughts are killed, the 'weird Taoist' will not die?"

"Wouldn't it be really... immortal?!"

Mo Hua was shocked.

This "master" of his seemed to be much more terrifying than he thought...

Mo Hua thought again:

"Such a terrifying master, such a powerful Taoist heart grows demons, then I must study them carefully..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but nod his head, and then continued to sneak a peek at the strange Taoist.

But this time, he looked more carefully and found more things...

First of all, the heart of Taoism grows demons, and a medium is needed.

The six senses of eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind can all be mediums.

Form, sound, smell, taste, touch and dharma, the six dusts are all the ways.

Some of the monks who were "seed demons in the heart of the Tao" just glanced at the treacherous Taoist; some listened to the treacherous Taoist's words;

Some smelled the blood of the trickster in the air; some tasted the blood of the trickster;

There are also those who have beaten the deceitful Taoist and encountered the dead white flesh of the deceitful Taoist with slightly rotten flesh, so their Taoist heart collapsed and they became puppets.

So, can't see, can't hear, can't hear, can't touch, can't even think.

Otherwise, a medium for planting demons will be produced. Unknowingly, the embryo of demonic thoughts will be planted in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, becoming the soil for the breeding of demonic thoughts, and thus die under the "demons planted in the heart of the Tao"...

The monks who died under the evil spirit of Taoism were also different.

A low-level monk only needs one look to make his Taoist heart become filthy and lead him to kill each other.

The miscellaneous fish demon cultivators along the way were all killed by the uncle in this way;

Those with higher realms will be able to parasitize demonic thoughts through close contact.

For example, the more than twenty golden elixirs that were killed before.

That is, being possessed by evil thoughts and wanting to become a "Taoist", they kill each other and die;

If the realm is higher, for example, the old man next to the Holy Son, who sacrifices a bell, wears a blood robe, and holds a black magic sword, has a firm mind and high cultivation, which is difficult to deal with.

Then the uncle had to speak.

Use words to confuse their minds, break their mental defenses, destroy their Dao mind, and indulge their demonic desires.

The old man couldn't bear it anymore and committed suicide...

What if the cultivation level is higher?

Is there nothing that can be done with the parasitic evil thoughts that Master Uncle is currently harboring?

Mo Hua thought for a moment, but couldn't figure it out.

The old man in blood-robed robes in the late Jindan period was the highest-level monk that Mo Hua had ever seen who died under the demon of Taoism.

He has not yet seen his uncle, and he has attacked a higher level monk.

There is no reference, so it cannot be analyzed.

But this was too far away from him, and Mo Hua didn't bother.

The most urgent task is to start from the bottom layer and examples, and analyze the demons in the heart of the Tao step by step.

The more I watched it, the more I became familiar with Mo Hua's method of using Taoist demons.

Although the appearance is complicated and unpredictable.

But its essence is still the use of spiritual consciousness.

There was something enlightening about the ink painting, but I still had a vague feeling that I had not crossed that threshold and truly understood the concept of cultivating demons in the Taoist heart.

Still need to read more, learn more, think more...

Every time a deceitful Taoist uses his Taoist heart to plant demons and kills a person, Mo Hua's understanding of the Taoist heart to plant demons becomes deeper.

The trickster didn't realize it at first.

Until later, he planted demons with his Taoist heart and killed several demon cultivators. When he found that Mo Hua was too quiet, he looked back and saw Mo Hua staring at him with a pair of big eyes.

It seems that he is memorizing something at the same time, calculating something at the same time, learning something at the same time, and summarizing something at the same time...

At first I was thoughtful, then I realized something, and finally my eyes became brighter and brighter...

The trickster's dark pupils trembled, and he was completely shocked.

This little guy...what is he secretly learning? ? !

Secretly learning Taoism and cultivating demons in your heart?

Where did Junior Brother pick up such a crazy little disciple? !

The expression on the deceitful man's dull face changed, and finally calmed down.

He didn't say anything, but he became much more restrained after that.

No more killing with impunity.

Taoist demons are also used with great restraint.

Even if it is used, it will only use the simplest and most obvious methods of cultivating magic.

Mo Hua also noticed it, and with a thought, he quietly asked:

"Master, these demon cultivators are trying to plot against Master, won't you kill them?"

But the trickster looked indifferent and ignored him at all.

Mo Hua sighed and understood in his heart that the trickster was guarding against him.

Hide it, don't let him see it!

Mo Hua was a little unhappy and muttered in his heart, "Master uncle is so stingy..."

He actually didn't let himself see it.

He hasn't understood it yet...

But Mo Hua couldn't help it.

"If you don't want to watch it, just watch it..."

He could only remember the previous scenes of demons growing in his heart one by one. When he had nothing to do, he would think about it over and over again, pondering over it carefully, hoping to learn some methods of using spiritual consciousness and "reach the peak" from the method of spiritual thought. I can learn a little bit from my uncle...

…

The two of them were still on their way to Lishan City.

A few days later, one evening.

Mo Hua followed the Taoist to a ruined temple.

I don’t know what this temple is dedicated to. It has been in disrepair for a long time and is dilapidated. The doors and windows are all broken.

The trickster didn't know why, but he decided to stay in this ruined temple.

At night, the moonlight is cold.

Once the mountain breeze passes, there are bursts of coolness.

Mo Hua himself drew a warm fire formation on the ground to keep warm. He also put the wild sweet potatoes, wild sweet potatoes and some fish he caught along the way on it to grill.

While they were roasting, they heard a few footsteps.

It seemed that several people were walking towards the ruined temple.

At the same time, there were vague sounds of conversation:

"...It's better to go back..."

"...Are you willing?"

"no way……"

"The situation near Dali Mountain is chaotic and we can't stay any longer. Besides, Master Yun can't make any mistakes..."

Master Yun?

Mo Hua was startled.

The voices of those people were also closer.

Mo Hua sounded familiar, with an old voice, a middle-aged voice, and a young voice.

It seemed that they were the three Master Yun that he met in Nanyue City.

"Senior, don't worry about me, I..."

"What are you talking about? Your father entrusted you to me to take care of. If you die, how can I explain to him..."

"In my opinion, we should be careful and there may be a chance..."

This is the voice of the middle-aged monk.

"You can calculate, so you should be able to turn danger into safety..."

"It is because you can calculate that I don't want to stay here."

"These days, I always feel frightened, as if I will encounter some great disaster, and I can't sleep day and night, so I want to leave..."

"If you leave, the opportunity will be gone..."

"Don't be wishful thinking. The real demon in Dali Mountain has not come yet..."

"Don't we have no great monks in the Taoist Court?"

"How can this be the same? You..."

As the three talked, they walked into the ruined temple. As soon as they looked up, they saw Mo Hua and the other two, and they were all startled.

The strange Taoist sat in the shadows, and his shadow was dim and unclear.

Mo Huahua was warming up by the fire, her face was flushed by the firelight, and she had sweet potatoes in her mouth, her cheeks were bulging.

Mo Hua remembered that the skinny old man seemed to be surnamed Wen. When he saw Mo Hua and the others, he was surprised and bowed and said:

"The three of us are passing by here, and we would like to stay for one night. Please forgive us for disturbing you two!"

After the skinny old man finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Hua, a little confused.

He always felt that it was a bit strange that Mo Hua was warming up by the fire and eating as if no one was around in the dark night with dim lights in the dilapidated temple.

But at the same time, he felt that Mo Hua looked familiar.

It seemed that he had seen him somewhere, and the impression should be very deep.

But he couldn't remember it.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised.

These three people didn't recognize him.

But it didn't matter. In this situation, it was better to pretend not to know him.

Mo Hua didn't say anything, and nodded.

The skinny old man bowed his hands again to express his thanks, and the middle-aged monk sat down with a proud face.

On the contrary, Master Yun also looked at Mo Hua in confusion, but after a while, he still didn't recognize him. Finally, he bowed his hands to express his gratitude.

Mo Hua remembered this Master Yun very clearly.

He was a second-grade formation master, and he was thin-skinned and a little shy, but he had a good heart and was very enthusiastic. He was not secretive about the formation.

He also had a good relationship with himself.

Mo Hua turned his head and secretly glanced at the strange Taoist, feeling a little worried.

His "master uncle" would not kill these people...

He held the sweet potato and did not eat it. Instead, he looked at the strange Taoist carefully and found that his breath was stable, and his color, sound, smell, taste, touch and law were all in a state of convergence. There was no sign of using the Tao Heart Planting Demon, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua ate the sweet potato while it was hot, and then turned down the light of the warm fire formation.

The night deepened, and the figure of the strange Taoist priest became even darker.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

In this way, Master Yun and the others would not be able to see the figure of "Master Uncle".

On the other side, Master Yun and the other two found a clean place, sat on the ground, and began to talk in a low voice.

It seemed that they were afraid that Mo Hua and the other two would hear them, so their voices were very low and their words were very obscure.

Mo Hua had extraordinary spiritual awareness and could hear a little, but it was also vague.

It seemed that the skinny old man wanted to leave, the middle-aged cultivator disagreed, and Master Yun was a little hesitant, wanting to leave, but thinking about something, and was a little reluctant.

The middle-aged monk laughed at the skinny old man, "The older you are, the less courageous you are."

The skinny old man said, "It is because you are too courageous that you have lived so long."

He glanced at the middle-aged monk and sneered, "You may not live to my age..."

The two argued for a while and talked about the Dao Court and the Demon Cult. They talked a lot, which sounded very powerful, but Mo Hua had limited knowledge and didn't know any names.

Such as some venerable, some fairy, some Rakshasa, some valley master, some ancestor, etc.

What are the identities and status of these people, and what grievances do they have.

They talked for a long time.

Mo Hua didn't know these people, and most of the words he heard were trivial matters such as marriages of noble families, promotion of family ranks, birthdays of ancestors, and burials of ancestors. He felt bored and wanted to take a nap.

Half asleep and half awake, Mo Hua suddenly heard them say:

"What do you think that person... has on him?"

Mo Hua was startled and woke up instantly.

That person...

Is he talking about...Master?

Mo Hua looked up faintly.

The skinny old man looked solemn, hesitant to speak.

The middle-aged monk stared, "You actually know?"

The skinny old man remained silent.

The middle-aged monk said impatiently: "Now that things have come to this, you should tell me..."

Young Master Yun was also a little curious.

The skinny old man struggled for a long time in his heart, and then sighed: "I... I also heard it, it's good for you to know, don't tell outsiders..."

The middle-aged monk assured: "Don't worry."

The skinny old man sighed, and then continued:

"The old master of our lineage is proficient in calculations and has a very old experience. Unfortunately, before his death, his sea of ​​consciousness was exhausted, his mind was slow, and his words were a little... thoughtless..."

The skinny old man didn't want to disrespect his ancestors, so he said it very tactfully.

"One day, he accidentally let it slip, and I happened to hear it..."

"He said that the secret that man carried involved... Guixu Tianzang..."

Guixu Tianzang?

What does it mean?

Mo Hua frowned.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around him changed. Mo Hua was startled and turned to look at the strange Taoist priest with a look of shock.

Under the pitch-black night, the strange Taoist had opened his eyes, his pupils were darker than the night, his breath was fluctuating, and his six sense organs had also undergone changes.

He... had the intention to kill!

I can't write anymore today, I'll write more tomorrow.