Chapter 611: Sword of Divine Mind

It was afternoon, and the bright sunshine shone through the lush forest.

A stone staircase covered with moss led to the top of the mountain.

Mo Hua walked briskly and gracefully, climbing up the steps, humming a little tune.

But when he reached the ruined temple, he was stunned.

"No one?"

The ruined temple was empty, without a human figure, and there was no breath of the mountain god in his mind.

Mo Hua looked closely and saw that on the altar, several steamed buns had gone bad, and several fruits had dried up, and it was unknown how long they had been there.

There was no meat on the altar, only a wine glass.

The wine glass was full, but it was not filled with wine, but with rainwater flowing from the eaves when the mountain rain fell. The water surface was clear, but the bottom of the glass was covered with dust.

It looked so desolate.

Mo Hua felt a little sympathetic.

What a miserable mountain god.

"Huang Shanjun?"

Mo Hua called a few times, but the temple was empty, the eaves were leaking, and the mountains were lonely. The voice echoed a few times, and then disappeared.

"Not at home?"

Mo Hua frowned, feeling quite melancholy that he had come thousands of miles to see his friend, but his friend was out and gone.

"That's not right..."

Where could it go as a mountain god? Did it not want the temple anymore?

Mo Hua looked around, but the temple was so small, and the walls were broken. He looked around, but there was still no sign of Huang Shanjun.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes, and suddenly his heart moved.

He noticed that the few strands of light golden blood marrow refined from the "bone marrow" of the demon leader, Yang Jiao Fengxing, in his incarnation of divine consciousness suddenly trembled.

Mo Hua suddenly realized that he had an idea, so he followed the light golden divine blood, went out of the temple gate, walked around the temple, and found a statue of a puppy in the corner behind the temple.

The puppy statue was gray and dirty, with its head drooping, lying in the grass, not daring to show any breath.

Mo Hua squatted in front of the puppy statue, looking at it silently with big eyes.

The puppy dared not move.

"Hey--"

Mo Hua whispered.

The eyes of the clay puppy, for some reason, seemed a little flustered.

"Shanjun--"

Mo Hua shouted again in a low voice.

The clay puppy wanted to close its eyes.

"It's a mountain god after all, hiding in a puppy, isn't it embarrassing..." Mo Hua said.

The puppy was ashamed and angry, but still didn't show any reaction.

Mo Hua looked a little unhappy, raised three fingers, and said solemnly: "I will only count to three, if you don't come out, I won't be polite..."

"Three..."

"Two..."

Before the count was finished, smoke immediately rose from the puppy statue, and Huang Shanjun's narrow and long smiling face appeared.

Seeing Mo Hua's unfriendly face, Huang Shanjun smiled warmly and kindly:

"Ah... who was I at that time? It turned out to be my friend. There was nothing to do in the mountains, so I basked in the sun and fell asleep accidentally. I am sorry for not welcoming you. Please don't blame me..."

Mo Hua looked up at the sky and asked curiously:

"It's in the shade here, why are you basking in the sun?"

Huang Shanjun choked and forced a smile, "It's warm and cool to bask in the shade..."

Then, afraid of Mo Hua's questioning, he immediately changed the subject:

"My friend, you came to see me, is there something?"

Mo Hua's attention was indeed diverted.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he glanced at Huang Shanjun and asked curiously, "Are you going to stay in this little dog forever?"

Huang Shanjun complained in his heart, "You think I want to..."

"If it's not to hide from you..."

When Huang Shanjun thought of this, he was suddenly startled and asked:

"How do you know that I'm 'hiding'... No, I'm basking in the sun here?"

It "lowered itself" and didn't even care about its face. It lived in such a small clay dog ​​sculpture, even hiding the origin of the mountain god, but it was still found...

Mo Hua said, "I felt it."

"Feel?"

"Yeah," Mo Hua nodded, "I felt like you were here, so I came to look for you, and found that you were indeed here!"

Huang Shanjun's scalp numbed when he heard it.

It's over, this little disaster star can't hide...

It's too outrageous...

Smart little ghosts are not scary, the scariest thing is this kind of little ghost that is not only smart, but also weird.

If you don't follow the rules, you will be hard to guard against...

Huang Shanjun sighed, slowly came out of the clay sculpture of the puppy, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, "Please come to my humble home to reminisce about the past..."

So the mountain god led the way in front, and Mo Hua followed the mountain god and walked into the dilapidated temple.

Huang Shanjun turned into wisps of green smoke, still staying in the center of the altar, in the clay sculpture of the mountain god.

Mo Hua sat beside the altar and chatted with Huang Shanjun "shoulder to shoulder".

But Huang Shanjun seemed a little reserved, so Mo Hua said in confusion:

"I won't 'eat' you, why are you so scared?"

Huang Shanjun laughed and thought: "Guess whether I believe it or not..."

But on the surface, he still smiled:

"My friend is very smart, his heart is as clear as a mirror, and he is extraordinary. I can't wait to make friends with him, so why would I avoid you?"

Mo Hua naturally didn't believe it. He glanced at Huang Shanjun and asked curiously:

"Shanjun, were you very powerful before?"

Huang Shanjun was startled, his smile faded, and he asked curiously: "How do you know?"

"I guessed."

Huang Shanjun shook his head, "Do I look powerful when I look like this?"

Mo Hua looked at Huang Shanjun with clear eyes and calm voice:

"Ten feet in length, seven feet in claws, brown fur, divine power that covers the mountains, thick aura, eyes soaked in blood, boundless ferocity and evil thoughts, entangled in the body..."

Huangshan Jun's eyes suddenly turned ferocious, and then he touched the deep gaze of the ink painting, and his face turned pale again.

"You, you...what exactly..."

Mo Hua blinked and whispered:

"Were you really like this before?"

Huangshan Jun looked bitter, "How did you know?"

Mo Hua said: "I dreamed at night about a mountain god who looked like a great yellow rat. I guessed it might be you, so I came to ask you."

Huangshan Jun looked complicated. After hesitating several times, he sighed:

"That's all in the past..."

"In the past, I did enjoy a place of incense. My spiritual thoughts were so powerful that they enveloped the mountains and rivers and transformed into a divine form. Under the laws of heaven, I was at the top of a world, almost unrivaled."

"But mountain gods are just like people. Once they become arrogant, they will be invaded by evil spirits."

"You will know what happened next... Oh, I can't bear to look back. Now I am in a state of despair..."

"...are you being bullied by me?" Mo Hua asked.

Huangshan Jun nodded, "Yes..."

Halfway through, it suddenly felt cold and immediately smiled, "No, no, you didn't bully me..."

Mo Hua thought for a while, and what came to his mind was the majestic and awe-inspiring appearance of Huangshanjun in the past. Then he looked at his current desolate appearance, which was still a bit unbelievable.

Huang Shanjun seemed to see what Mo Hua was thinking, and sighed:

"Most of the existences in the world, whether they are humans, monsters or gods, are puppets of strength, fame, power and status."

"This is especially true of people."

"A beggar becomes an emperor, and with the blessing of power, he has the appearance of an emperor;"

"An emperor has become a beggar. Without power, he can only beg for mercy."

"People who are truly transcendent of external objects, uninhibited by power and fame, and have extraordinary thoughts have always been rare..."

"The same goes for me, the mountain god."

"Back then, when my spiritual thoughts were strong and I had boundless power, I was naturally majestic..."

"But it's not me who is majestic, but the mighty force of heaven and earth that uses me as a 'puppet'..."

"Later, my cultivation was cut off by a sword. Without that great power, I was just myself, a poor little mountain god. I could only live like this now, hanging my tail between my legs..."

The expression in the ink painting is astonishing. He laments Huangshanjun's transparency and feels pitiful for Huangshanjun.

Huang Shanjun was made uncomfortable by the "sympathetic" look in Mo Hua's eyes, and had to say:

"You came to me not just to expose your scars..."

Mo Hua nodded, "That's natural, I'm not so free..."

Huangshan Jun's eyelids twitched, with a helpless expression on his face.

This child has an innocent look on his face, but when he speaks, it always makes him feel sad...

Huangshan Jun sighed:

"What's the matter with you? Just ask if you want..."

Finish asking early and go back early.

Huang Shanjun wanted to send Mo Hua away.

Mo Hua immediately said: "Can you teach me the way to kill you, the sword technique of turning your mind into a sword?"

Huangshan Jun muttered: "I told you, I don't know how to..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "Although you don't know how to do it, your spiritual thoughts are so strong and you have been hacked by yourself. You must know the principle of turning your spiritual thoughts into a sword. You probably also know how to cultivate this sword of spiritual thoughts!"

"I have no idea……"

"No, you know!" Mo Hua's eyes were bright and his tone was determined.

Huangshan Jun was looked at by Mo Hua's big and discerning eyes and felt a headache.

It felt that it had never encountered such a difficult little ancestor in its life...

"That's all, I'll just tell you..."

Huangshanjun compromised.

If you tell me earlier, you will be freed sooner. If you don't tell me, you don't know how long you will be remembered...

Huangshan Jun seemed to be remembering the past, his expression was slightly restrained, his eyes were solemn and he said:

"This sword art is called..."

"Taixu Divine Mind turns into a true sword technique!"

Huang Shanjun's tone was frustrated. After he finished reading, he glanced at Mo Hua. Seeing that he didn't look surprised, he was stunned for a moment and said, "You know?"

"Yeah!" Mo Hua said.

"How do you know?"

Mo Hua jumped off the altar, opened his arms, and showed Mr. Huangshan his elegant and handsome Taoist robe in black and white:

"Guess what sect's robe I'm wearing?"

Huangshan Jun stared at it, suddenly startled, and opened his mouth, "It can't be..."

Mo Hua smiled and said: "The Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, Taixu Sect... is the 'Taixu' of the 'Taixu Spiritual Mind Transformation into Sword True Art'."

Mr. Huangshan felt bitter in his heart.

It felt that the Taoist robe painted by Mo looked familiar. When he said it, he realized that it was indeed the Taixu Sect's Taoist robe.

This little ancestor was wearing the same sect's robes as the man who killed him back then!

However, what Mo Hua was wearing was the original disciple's Taoist robe.

The styles and patterns are much simpler, and there are more black and less white. Unlike that person back then, who was almost dressed in white, I didn't recognize it until now...

Huangshan Jun's eyes were full of resentment, "You are a disciple of Taixu Sect. You can just learn it yourself. Why do you need to ask me?"

"The sect doesn't have it, I can't find it..."

Mo Hua said, and then thought for a moment, "It's also possible that my level is too low, my authority is not enough, and I can't learn..."

Mr. Huangshan remained silent, not wanting to say anything.

Mo Hua said: "Just tell me, I owe you a favor."

"What's the use of your favor..."

Huangshan Jun murmured in his heart, but he was still very honest, "Okay, I'll tell you..."

Mo Hua jumped up to the altar again, sat cross-legged, and listened quietly.

Huangshan Jun sighed, "I am a mountain god, and my spiritual thoughts are different from those of ordinary monks, so my understanding of spiritual thoughts must be deeper..."

"Back then, I was fighting with the sword cultivator from the Taixu Sect. During the fight, I was cut all over my body by the divine sword energy. I also understood a little bit about the mystery of this sword art..."

"The sword art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords is different from ordinary sword art."

"Generally speaking, the sword technique is to inject the spiritual power of the whole body into the spiritual sword, condense it into 'sword energy', and then kill the enemy with the sharp sword energy."

"It's different when spiritual thoughts are transformed into swords. It requires condensing spiritual thoughts on top of sword energy to manifest the formless, yet infinitely mysterious 'sword intent'..."

"You must use the sword energy as the foundation and temper the charm with the sword intent to exert extremely powerful power. You can cut tangible things, and you can also cut invisible gods!"

"in short……"

"Generally, when wielding a sword, the sword is forged and the sword energy is cultivated."

"The purpose of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords is to go one step further on top of the sword spirit and cultivate the sword spirit."

"Both are indispensable. Only when the sword energy is cultivated to the extreme can the sword intention be cultivated. With the blessing of the sword intention, the sword energy can be indestructible and kill in all directions!"

There was a hint of arrogance in Huangshan Jun's eyes:

"If it weren't for this gate, Taixu's spiritual thoughts can be turned into swords, and the true art can turn from real to virtual, and use the visible sword to kill the invisible god. At that time, there may not be anyone in this world who would be able to defeat me..."

Mo Hua considered:

"Then you...don't you become a 'evil'?"

Huangshan Jun felt a chill in his heart and was shocked, and his expression was even more unbelievable:

"You...how do you know?!"

Mo Hua nodded, "I've seen how evil people are raised like this..."

Moreover, I have also killed evildoers!

However, this kind of thing is a bit taboo and it’s hard to say it out...

Despite this, Huangshan Jun still took a breath of cold air.

It felt more and more that Mo Hua, the little ancestor, could not be offended.

Huangshan Jun immediately calmed down his arrogant expression.

No more bragging.

If you brag again, you will blow your skin, and if this little ancestor sees something wrong again, it will not be good...

Mo Hua didn't notice the subtle expression on Huangshan Jun's face, but thought about the spiritual thought turning into a sword in his heart:

"You must first cultivate the sword energy, cultivate the sword energy to the extreme, then turn from real to empty, cultivate the sword intention, and integrate the sword intention into the sword energy. Only then can you practice the 'Taixu Divine Mind Transformation into Sword True Art'..."

Mo Hua was disappointed.

"If I don't do sword cultivation and practice sword energy, won't I be able to learn how to transform my sword into a sword with my spiritual thoughts?"

Huangshan Jun nodded and said, "This is natural."

Mo Hua thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Suppose I don't cultivate sword energy, but my spiritual consciousness is strong enough, and I can directly transform my spiritual thoughts into sword intent. Is this okay?"

Huang Shanjun thought the ink paintings were whimsical and said angrily:

"If you don't cultivate sword energy anymore, where will you get sword energy from?"

"You are an array master. If you don't draw the array, can you understand the principles of the array?"

"Isn't this the same truth..."

"The better your sword practice, the sharper the sword energy, the purer and more powerful the sword intention will be..."

"How can it be transformed by spiritual thought alone? Is your divine thought stronger than the sword aura of a swordsman?"

"Besides, how strong can your consciousness be?"

Mo Hua whispered: "Are sixteen lines enough?"

Huangshan Jun sneered, "Sixteen lines, what's enough?"

Huang Shanjun wanted to say something else, but suddenly he was stunned and turned to look at the ink painting, "How much?"

"Sixteen lines..."

Huangshan Jun's expression froze...

Sixteen lines...why only sixteen lines?

What age are you and what state of mind are you in?

In the early stage of foundation building, where did the sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness come from?

It's not like you ate something...

Huangshan Jun's heart skipped a beat, he immediately looked at his nose and mouth, and whispered softly:

"The sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness are already very strong, but if I really want to turn my spiritual thoughts into a sword, it's still not enough..."

"How much does that cost?"

"Yu..." Mr. Huangshan lowered his voice as he spoke, "At least the golden elixir, more than twenty lines..."

"Moreover, the golden elixir may not be able to be cultivated..."

"After all, when spiritual thoughts transform into swords, sword energy transforms into sword intentions, and sword intentions manifest sword energy, rather than simply using 'divine thoughts' to manifest sword energy..."

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Let’s give it a try.

When one day I can form a pill with twenty lines of spiritual consciousness, I will try to see if I can create a sword with my spiritual consciousness alone.

Before that, let's find out more about the orthodox "Taixu Divine Mind Transformation into Swords" in the sect.

After all, Huangshan Jun's statement is a statement from the perspective of the "victim". It may not be the true and correct method of turning spiritual thoughts into swords, and can only be used as a reference.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua complained a little:

"I asked last time, why didn't you tell me?"

Huangshan Jun said with a complicated expression:

"Tell you, I want you to practice and hack me..."

Mo Hua was startled, and after thinking about it, he didn't blame Huangshan Jun. Instead, he took out some wine and meat from the storage bag.

When you come to see your friends, it’s natural to bring some gifts.

"I bought it specially for you..."

There is pork, beef, fruits and vegetables, snacks, and wine...

At that moment, Huangshan Jun was stunned, and a warm current surged in his heart...

For so many years, it has been used to eating steamed buns and wild fruits, drinking rainwater every day, and without incense offerings, it has become extremely thin...

Mo Hua, this child...

He is a little bad, a little cruel, and a little unreasonable, but he is still kind-hearted...

Huang Shanjun felt relieved.

Mo Hua put the wine and meat on the altar.

The altar is used for sacrifice, and the wine and meat for sacrifice will be divided into two.

One part is still a physical entity, and the other part is transformed into a "sacrifice" that exists like a divine thought, for the mountain god or some other kind of gods to enjoy.

The meat enjoyed by the mountain god will turn white and tasteless;

The wine enjoyed will also become bland and watery.

Mo Hua placed the offerings one by one, but when he placed a lamb leg, Huang Shanjun's expression changed slightly, and he immediately said:

"No lamb!"

Mo Hua was slightly stunned, "No lamb?"

Huang Shanjun's face turned pale, and he nodded: "I don't eat lamb..."

Mo Hua felt a little strange, but didn't delve into it.

We must respect other people's eating habits.

People are picky eaters, and mountain gods are naturally picky eaters.

However, we can't waste it...

Mo Hua kept the lamb leg and ate it himself.

In the dilapidated temple, Huang Shanjun and Mo Hua ate together.

Huang Shanjun enjoyed the offerings of spirits and meats and drank fine spirit wine, but his mind was not there, and he couldn't help looking at Mo Hua on the side.

Mo Hua sat on the altar, holding a lamb leg and chewing it, eating with relish.

"Mo Hua is eating the meat that he dare not eat..."

Huang Shanjun's eyes trembled slightly, and he was suddenly frightened.

Indistinctly, it always felt that Mo Hua would do something terrible in the future...

...

After eating and drinking, Mo Hua said goodbye to Huang Shanjun.

The idea of ​​Taixu Divine Mind Transforming Sword Art gradually became clear in his mind.

Divine consciousness, sword energy, secret book.

There are three directions in total.

"It's still a long way to go to reach the twenty lines of divine consciousness..."

At the twenty-line realm, divine consciousness forming pills must be a big hurdle, and I don't know what the bottleneck is...

According to Huang Shanjun, after twenty lines, you can try to transform your divine consciousness into a sword.

Although you may not be able to transform into a sword, you have to try it anyway.

And sword energy...

When you don't have time, you can also practice sword energy. Not to mention how proficient you are, but you have to lay some foundation for sword cultivation for "Divine Mind Transforming Sword".

Then, there is the true secret book of Taixu Divine Mind Transforming Sword Art.

When I complete more tasks, accumulate more merits, gain more permissions, get to know more disciples, and get more clues, I will see if I can find a way to get it in advance...

Although it is still early, I can prepare for a rainy day and make preparations in advance.

Mo Hua nodded.

"We have to do it step by step..."

The most urgent task is the formation!

After returning to the sect, Mo Hua continued to practice, attend classes, learn formations, and hone his spiritual consciousness.

Every ten-day break, he followed Sister Murong and the others to do tasks and accumulate merits.

After a period of time, Mo Hua went through untold hardships and finally accumulated more than 800 merits. Then he went to the Merit Pavilion and exchanged for the second-grade sixteen-pattern "Beacon Fire Yuanci Formation" that he had always dreamed of.

This formation is the Eight Trigrams Thunder Magnetic Formation.

This is a confidential formation.

In Taixu Sect, few disciples go to learn it, and even in the entire Qianxuezhou, there are not many who are proficient in it.

But for Mo Hua, it is extremely important.

Mo Hua carefully unfolded the diagram of the "Beacon Fire Elemental Array", as if opening a brand new door to the art of array...