Chapter 567 Original Intention

Mo Hua returned home and established his foundation.

This matter soon spread throughout Tongxian City.

All the cultivators in Tongxian City, whether they heard the news first or knew it later, were surprised and happy.

They didn't expect that Mo Hua would be able to establish his foundation in just a few years after traveling.

And Mo Hua learned the formation so well. After establishing his foundation, he might be able to become a second-grade formation master in the future.

A second-grade formation master, the entire Tongxian City may not be able to produce one in hundreds of years.

Elder Yu was even more happy.

He had long known that Mo Hua was a child with extremely high talent and understanding, and a kind heart. He would definitely have a bright future in the future, but he didn't expect that this "future" would come so early.

In a few years, it seemed that Mo Hua had established his foundation as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them.

Now that Mo Hua has returned home, Elder Yu, who has always been a bit "stingy", specially took out the spirit stones he had saved for a long time to hold a "welcome banquet" for Mo Hua.

Mo Shan knew that although Elder Yu was a foundation building elder, he had been taking care of most of the independent cultivators for so many years, and he was actually struggling to make ends meet, and he didn't save many spirit stones.

Now, Tongxian City is different from the past, and independent cultivators are living a more affluent life, so naturally he can't spend money.

Mo Shan said that this was Mo Hua's "foundation building banquet", and Elder Yu didn't need to pay for the spirit stones.

In Tongxian City, the foundation building banquet is basically the most grand banquet.

It is difficult for independent cultivators to build their foundation.

The success of the foundation building is the biggest event, and generally a big banquet is held to entertain guests.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua had imagined before that they could hold a "foundation building banquet" for Mo Hua and their son in this life.

But before that, they could only think about it.

It is not easy for independent cultivators to build their foundation...

Mo Hua is born weak, and his spiritual roots are neither good nor bad, so his practice is bound to be bumpy.

Even if Mo Hua really had the day to build a foundation, the two of them might not live to see it, and might not see Mo Hua building a foundation with their own eyes...

But they never expected that Mo Hua, who was only fifteen years old, had already successfully built a foundation.

Mo Shan and his wife were surprised, but they still find it hard to believe.

Even if Mo Hua, who had already built a foundation, stood in front of them, they felt like they were dreaming...

Then they arranged the "foundation building banquet".

Liu Ruhua took out a lot of spirit stones and held a banquet at Fushanlou.

These spirit stones were what she had saved for Mo Hua over the years. She originally planned to use them for Mo Hua to marry a young wife in the future.

But now that Mo Hua has built a foundation, Liu Ruhua is very happy and wants to spend some of it to celebrate.

Anyway, Mo Hua is still young and it's too early for him to marry a wife. She can save more in the future.

Besides, half of Fushanlou belongs to Mo Hua.

Without Mo Hua, this half belongs to Liu Ruhua.

An Xiaofu, the "shopkeeper" of Fushanlou, also called Liu Ruhua "Master".

An Xiaofu and Mo Hua were very close.

So holding it in Fushanlou was almost the same as holding it at home, and it didn't cost too many spiritual stones.

On the day of the foundation-building banquet, it was bustling, and almost all the casual cultivators in the city came.

These casual cultivators either grew up watching Mo Hua, or had a close relationship with Mo Shan, or had received favors from Mo Hua...

Some well-known cultivators in the city also came, including the An family, Master Luo, Master Qian, and some small families...

There were too many people, and Fushanlou couldn't accommodate them.

An Xiaofu temporarily rented all the shops on the street.

Everyone was lively, eating meat and drinking.

The whole Tongxian City seemed to be celebrating the New Year.

The cultivators who came here from other places to do business didn't know what was going on, and thought that Tongxian City was celebrating some festival.

After asking around, they found out that it was a "foundation building banquet", and the cultivator who was building the foundation was a first-grade array master who had been determined by the Dao Court. They were all shocked.

Foundation building cultivator, first-grade array master.

In a second-grade immortal city like Tongxian City, he was really a well-known and powerful figure.

These merchants also understood the principle of visiting a place and worshipping a temple.

They prepared some "small gifts" and personally delivered them to the door, asking for a glass of water and wine, to get a taste of the joy, and also hoping to get familiar with the face.

Some merchants even spent some money to personally go to Mo Zhuan to toast and congratulate.

It was originally a happy event, so no one minded these little thoughts.

Mr. Zheng used his connections, held the wine glass, and toasted in front of Mo Zhuan with trepidation.

But when he looked up, he found that the "first-class formation master" and "foundation building big shot" was actually the young cultivator who had walked with him and chatted with him all the way. His mouth was so wide that he could fit a duck egg...

At the foundation building banquet, the wine flowed.

Elder Yu was very happy, his face was full of wrinkles, but there seemed to be a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

Time makes people grow old.

Before, he was the only foundation building cultivator in Tongxian City, and he had to withstand the pressure and compete with the huge Qian family. Elder Yu could not fall down no matter what.

So he had a hard temper, scolded people harshly, and used very scoundrel methods.

But now, the life of casual cultivators has improved, Elder Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that he was a little old.

That heart, no matter what, could not be raised.

Now looking at Mo Hua, who had built a foundation at the age of fifteen, Elder Yu was relieved and a little surprised, but on the surface, he still kept silent.

Mo Hua now has a strong spiritual consciousness and a keener observation ability, so he noticed Elder Yu's worries.

He went to drink with Elder Yu.

Mo Hua drank fruit wine, which was brewed by his mother. It tasted mild and sweet, with a little alcohol flavor, but not spicy.

Elder Yu still drinks strong alcohol.

The two drank for a while, and Mo Hua secretly said:

"Elder, what's wrong with you? You're still in the early stages of foundation building..."

Elder Yu was startled and couldn't help but glare at Mo Hua, "In the realm of foundation building, climbing the mountain step by step, how can it be so easy to practice?"

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Elder Yu suddenly sighed and said with a wry smile: "I'm old and can't cultivate anymore..."

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "How can you call yourself old? Think about it, if you break through the middle stage of foundation establishment, you can live for another hundred years. If you break through the late stage of foundation establishment, you can have another hundred years... If you keep breaking through, you won't be old. What..."

Elder Yu laughed, "It's not that easy..."

"Then what is easy?" Mo Hua asked, "It is not easy to go against the Qian family. It is also not easy to make a living as a casual cultivator. Even if it is not easy, you have to do it."

"If something needs to be done, then do it."

"It doesn't matter whether it's easy or not, whether it's successful or not..."

Elder Yu was lost in thought, and after a moment he said in shock: "Who told you these...?"

Mo Hua patted his chest, "Myself!"

Elder Yu obviously didn't believe it.

Mo Hua's little face said seriously: "Elder, I have already traveled abroad and am already a foundation-building monk who has 'seen the world'."

Elder Yu saw that although Mo Hua had established the foundation, his expression and voice were still the same as before, making sense and being cute at the same time. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Then he thought to himself: "Yes, what does it matter whether you are old or not..."

"I was too tired before and had no time to practice. Now that I can take a breather and have some free time, why don't I just concentrate on seeking realms and improving my cultivation diligently?"

"Monk, monk, cultivate your body and establish your destiny."

"If you don't practice and hone your body, what kind of monk are you?"

"So what if I get old?"

"So what if you're older?"

"As long as a person lives forever, as long as he does not die, he must be firm in his Taoism and pursue the Tao wholeheartedly..."

Elder Yu suddenly felt enlightened. Gradually, his eyes became serious again, with some edge and a hint of stubbornness.

Mo Hua nodded "pleasedly", and then said: "Elder, this time it's you who are rubbing off on me, next time it will be my turn to rub off on you."

"Have a meal?"

Elder Yu was stunned for a moment before realizing that Mo Hua was talking about the "Foundation Building Banquet".

"What do you want to do with me?"

Mo Hua's little face was solemn, "I want to enjoy the 'Golden Elixir Banquet'!"

Elder Yu spit out a sip of old wine.

I'm so old, and I'm only in the early stages of foundation building, and you're just thinking about taking advantage of my "Golden Elixir Banquet"?

You kid, you really dare to think better than me.

But he was startled, then thought again, why didn't he dare to think about it? Why don't you dare to think about it?

Whether it can become a golden elixir or not is another matter, but if you don’t have this little bit of Qi, how can you cultivate?

Elder Yu gritted his teeth and cursed:

"Okay! Go to hell, the golden elixir is the golden elixir!"

Elder Yu's voice was a bit loud, and he even said "go to hell". Everyone around him heard it and looked at him in shock.

Only then did Elder Yu realize that he had made a mistake.

But he was thick-skinned, so he pretended that he didn't say anything, clinked glasses with Mo Hua, and started drinking.

Everyone turned their heads knowingly and pretended that nothing happened.

On the contrary, Yu Chengyi, who was not far away, was a little lost.

His dad... hasn't scolded anyone for a long time...

Since the days in Tongxian City have been getting better and better, his father's temper has become more and more "gentle". These days, he basically doesn't curse like before.

It was so gentle that it even seemed strange to him.

But now, Yu Chengyi heard that his father was swearing again...

Although it is unpretentious, just a simple "fuck you", there is only emotion and no technique.

But in his heart, he felt inexplicably relieved.

This is indeed the father he is familiar with...

Yu Chengyi thought silently.

Mo Hua actually wanted to curse, but the words were already on his lips. He looked up and saw his mother, Liu Ruhua, looking at him, and swallowed the words again.

I am a good boy and don’t curse others...

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

…

After the foundation banquet, Mo Hua was busy for a while.

The main reason is that he is very popular in Tongxian City and has too many acquaintances. He wanders around and a few days pass without realizing it.

He met Yan Jiaoxi.

Yan Jiaoxi and Mo Guanshi were busy rebuilding the Xiaolingyin Sect.

It is difficult to build a sect from scratch, but Yan Jiaoxi is determined and will not give up.

The remains of the Xiaolingyin Sect's elders and leaders were turned into iron corpses by the traitor Lu Chengyun, thus aiding the evildoers.

Later, the corpse attack subsided, and these "corpse-turned" remains were incinerated, brought back by Yan Jiaoxi, and buried on a hilltop near Tongxian City.

Green mountains and green waters hold the remains of the ancestors of the Xiaolingyin Sect.

Mo Hua went to burn incense and paid homage.

Having learned the Lingshu Jue Formation of the Xiaolingyin Sect, I can be regarded as inheriting the inheritance of the Xiaolingyin Sect. After receiving the favor, I naturally have to pay homage to it to show my respect.

Yan Jiaoxi looked at the current ink paintings and was very pleased, but he was always rigid and didn't say much.

The two drank tea and chatted about formations for a while, before Mo Hua was quietly pulled aside by Mo Guanshi.

Manager Mo took out a stack of drawing paper and gave it to Mo Mo to draw on, and said with a sad look on his face:

"I've been worried about this matter for the past few days. You can give me some advice..."

Mo Hua looked at the drawing paper and found that it was all portraits of female nuns.

Ink painting is both familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is that in the past, sects and families often sent him such "beauty pictures" in private in order to seduce him and let him marry into his wife.

At that time in Nanyue City, Lu Chengyun had done this kind of thing.

But what was unfamiliar to him was that the portrait of the woman above was obviously more "mature" and incompatible with his age.

"This is……"

Mo Guanyin acted like a thief and lowered his voice: "I'm helping my senior brother to find a Taoist companion..."

As expected, Mo Hua said in a low voice:

"This kind of thing...shouldn't you let the teacher choose it by himself?"

Manager Mo curled his lips and said, "If the wood doesn't bloom and the iron tree doesn't bloom, it's all in vain to look for him..."

He flipped through a few portraits and placed them in front of the ink paintings, "You can also help me take a look..."

"How about this? A mature lady, still charming and charming. It is said that she is single and has many spiritual stones..."

Ink painting discovered blind spots:

"How did she get these spiritual stones...?"

Mo Guanshi was stunned for a moment, then patted his head, "Yes, yes, this won't work..."

"It's so dangerous, I was almost deceived by appearances."

"If you show this to senior brother, you won't be scolded to death by him..."

Manager Mo pointed at another one, "This one has a slightly inferior appearance, but her family background is good. She is a daughter of the Song family, a hundred miles away... but it is said that she has a bad temper, so she has not been married for a hundred years..."

"You have a bad temper and you don't get along with your teacher..."

Manager Mo nodded, "That's right. Senior brother is really married and his personalities are not compatible. I guess there won't be more trouble..."

He shook his head and continued to mutter:

"This is the daughter of a sect elder. If senior brother wants to rebuild the sect, I think he can help him..."

"This...can't do it, the wind and dust are too heavy..."

"This... the portrait is too fake. I guess I gave the painter a lot of spiritual stones as 'touch-up fee'..."

"This makeup is too heavy, and my face looks pale..."

…

Mo Guanshi counted several of them, but felt they were inappropriate. Finally, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"This is good! Although he looks ordinary, he has a good temperament and is obsessed with formations. He has not been married for more than a hundred years. He is like my senior brother..."

Mo Hua glanced over and saw a woman with tied up hair and no make-up. She didn't wear any makeup. Her appearance was not outstanding, but her temperament was intellectual, which was indeed a good match for her teacher.

Manager Mo also looked more and more suitable, but after a while, he muttered again:

"It's just my senior brother's stubborn head and stubborn temper. Others may not be able to like him..."

"What's wrong with my slender head?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

When Guanshi Mo looked up, he found Yan Jiaoxi looking at him with an indifferent expression.

Finished...

Mo Guanshi felt cold.

Only then did he realize that when he was here with Mo Hua and secretly helped Yan Jiaoxi choose a "Taoist partner", Yan Jiaoxi was standing behind them, watching them silently...

The bad things I said must have been heard...

The ink painting on the side looked at the nose and mouth, silently.

He had a strong sense of consciousness, and he actually knew that Yan Jiaoxi was coming, but when he saw that Guanshi Mo was too immersed in what he was talking about and was not focused on anything else, he didn't have the nerve to interrupt him...

Yan Jiaoxi's face looked ugly.

Manager Mo noticed something was wrong and hesitated:

"I remembered... I... I still have something to do at the Formation Pavilion, so I'll go back first..."

After saying that, he ran away like the wind.

Mo Hua didn't even know that Fatty Mo was so good at body movement...

Mo Guanshi had already left, and Mo Hua was too embarrassed to stay, so he stood up and saluted:

"Teacher, I'm going back first, and I'll see you next time."

Yan Jiaoxi nodded and looked at the ink painting with expectation, but he also warned: "Don't follow that fat man's bad example..."

The "fat man" that Yan Jiaoxi refers to is naturally someone who doesn't care.

"Okay, teach!"

Mo Hua promised with all his heart, and then slipped away.

After Mo Hua left, Yan Jiaoxi sighed helplessly, bent down and picked up the drawing papers scattered on the ground one by one.

But when he picked up one of them, Yan Jiaoxi was suddenly startled.

The one in the picture is a woman with tied hair and no make-up. She has focused eyes and no other thoughts. She is a female formation master who is dedicated to studying formations and can draw nine-line formations...

Yan Jiaoxi was a little distracted for a moment...

…

After bidding farewell to Yan Jiaoxi, Mo Hua visited Mr. Feng again.

Mr. Feng is very kind to ink painting.

When Mo Hua was a child, he was weak and had insufficient vitality. Mr. Feng used elixirs to nurse him back to health.

Later, my mother became seriously ill, but it was only thanks to Mr. Feng that she was fine.

Mr. Feng didn't go to the foundation banquet.

Mr. Feng is an alchemist who is in charge of Xinglin Hall. He treats illnesses and saves people. He is unable to get away from it. Moreover, he is old and doesn't like making noise very much.

Liu Ruhua prepared some exquisite and light wine and food and asked Mo Hua to give it to Mr. Feng to try.

Mo Hua also gave Mr. Feng some alchemy books and prescriptions he had collected along the way when he was traveling, as a gift for the reunion after a long separation.

Mr. Feng was overjoyed, stroking his beard and nodding.

He looked at the ink painting again and couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

He has watched Mo Hua grow up since he was a child. He has grown up slowly from a little bit until now. Although he is only fifteen years old and not very old, he is already a famous first-class formation master, and a great master. Brother Ji...

Moreover, he also used formation techniques to help so many monks in Tongxian City.

"What a good boy..."

Mr. Feng's eyes were filled with relief.

People were coming and going in Xinglin Hall, and Mr. Feng was a little busy.

Mo Hua didn’t want to disturb him, so he chatted for a while, confirmed that Mr. Feng was doing well, and then got up to say goodbye.

Before leaving, Mr. Feng suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and said solemnly:

"Mo Hua..."

"You are so young, but you have such a high level of cultivation and formation attainments, which is rare, and you will have a promising future..."

"But even if your cultivation is so high in the future, so high that the vast number of cultivators and all living beings in this world are just humble ants, just the tiny dust at your feet..."

"You must never forget your original intention, don't be arrogant, numb and indifferent."

"Don't forget that no matter how humble a person is, he is also a human being, a living person with life and death, sorrow and joy..."

Mo Hua was startled, then his eyes sparkled, his heart was clear, and he smiled clearly:

"Okay, Grandpa Feng, I'll remember it!"

The detailed outline is not finished yet, and there is only one update recently~

I will add more updates after I sort it out.