Chapter 872 Statue of God

After that, in addition to practicing swords, Mo Hua had to learn many more formations.

Mr. Xun urged him to learn various five elements and eight trigrams formations at regular times and in fixed quantities every day.

At the beginning, he did not advance too much, but started from the sixteen patterns, and sorted out one by one according to a list of formations compiled by Mr. Xun at some unknown time, to check for omissions and fill in the gaps.

Mr. Xun pointed out all the formations in the list that Mo Hua had not learned, was not familiar with, or did not understand thoroughly, in order to consolidate Mo Hua's formation foundation.

The level of the formations was not high, the difficulty was not great, and most of them were formations that he had learned before, so it was not very challenging, and learning was tedious and boring.

But Mo Hua knew Mr. Xun's good intentions, so he calmed down and studied very seriously.

Without accumulating small steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles.

Without accumulating small streams, one cannot form a river or sea.

When learning anything, the foundation is the most important. The stronger the foundation, the higher you can climb in the future. Otherwise, if you aim too high, even if you build a tall building, it may collapse in an instant.

Mo Hua's foundation in formation is already solid enough.

But since there is an opportunity, he wants to be more solid.

In this way, he followed Mr. Xun to learn formation during the day.

In the evening, he went to the preaching room to practice sword energy.

After practicing sword energy, he returned to the disciple residence at night and studied the book "The Beginning of Sword Dao" given to him by the ancestor Dugu to deepen his understanding of swordsmanship.

At midnight, he sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness and continued to practice formations on the Dao monument over and over again.

When the seven-day period came, he went to the back mountain to see the ancestor Dugu.

The days were busy and extremely fulfilling.

In Taixu Sect, the ancestor with the most powerful formation taught him formations. The ancestor with the most powerful swordsmanship taught him swordsmanship.

Mo Hua felt that even the head of Taixu Sect might not have this treatment.

Of course, he did not dare to tell Mr. Xun that Patriarch Dugu had taught him the secret of transforming his mind into a sword.

Because Patriarch Dugu had specifically reminded him and forbidden him to mention this to anyone.

Mo Hua naturally did not dare to be smart, lest he upset Patriarch Dugu and the matter of transforming his mind into a sword would be ruined.

Therefore, Mr. Xun and Patriarch Dugu each taught their own things.

No one knew that they were teaching the same disciple.

The attitudes of the two ancestors towards Mo Hua were also very different.

Mr. Xun was very fond of Mo Hua and thought that Mo Hua was a unique "genius". No matter what he taught about formations, he would learn it once and understand it at once. He was happy to treat Mo Hua every day.

But Patriarch Dugu had a dark face.

Because Mo Hua's swordsmanship level had not made much progress.

Learning anything was like a turtle crawling. He understood the principles and rules, but when he practiced, it was the same as not practicing at all.

In his life, he had never taught such a dull sword disciple.

Therefore, Patriarch Dugu often doubted himself.

Was it his illusion that the sword energy was buzzing, the sword intent was emitting smoke, and the sword cloud was majestic in the forbidden area that day?

Was it too hasty to decide to pass on the divine mind sword to Mo Hua?

Now it seems that this child will have a hard time learning this sword technique, let alone promoting the divine mind sword technique...

Patriarch Dugu sighed.

However, he is the ancestor, and his words are as good as gold. Since he promised Mo Hua, he will not break his promise easily.

"Teach it first..."

Anyway, if he doesn't teach Mo Hua, he has nothing else to do.

It's a good thing to have such a lively child who often talks to him.

In this way, Mo Hua learned both the formation and the sword.

It's just that one learned too well and the other learned too poorly, which made him very helpless.

But no matter what, the foundation of his formation was deepened bit by bit.

His knowledge of swordsmanship was also gradually "opened up" under his own efforts day and night, and the guidance of the Grandmaster Dugu...

After studying for more than a month, Mo Hua was so busy that he had no time to take care of other things. When he came to his senses, he suddenly remembered that he had not had time to ask about some things.

Some things, he had not had time to deal with them.

"Sure enough, when people are busy, they tend to forget things..."

Mo Hua sighed.

Two days later, it was the ten-day holiday. Mo Hua asked Mr. Xun for a leave and went to Gu's house in Qingzhou City.

Although Mr. Xun asked him not to go anywhere and concentrate on learning the formation, he did not really "confine him".

It's okay to just go shopping in your spare time.

But like before, going to places like the River God Temple, the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, the Rouge Boat, and the Dragon King Temple to catch criminals and find altars, and asking for many days off at a time, this situation is impossible.

Mo Hua arrived at Gu's house, greeted Aunt Wan, and then went straight to Gu Changhuai's study.

Gu Changhuai was reading a book. Seeing Mo Hua, he was a little surprised and frowned, saying, "Didn't you say that you would concentrate on learning the formation and not come out?"

"I have something to do. I will go back after I finish it..." Mo Hua said.

"What is it?" Gu Changhuai looked a little alert. According to his past experience, the things that Mo Hua was interested in were generally not good things.

"It's nothing big, it's just..." Mo Hua lowered his voice and asked, "What happened to the Yanzhizhou?"

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment.

He wanted to use the excuse of "Daotingsi affairs cannot be leaked", but Mo Hua was smart and it was not so easy to evade.

In this matter, Mo Hua himself was not an "outsider", and he might know the inside story better than anyone else.

In addition, in the Dragon King Temple, Mo Hua "sacrificed his life for justice" to save himself...

Gu Changhuai sighed, stood up, closed the doors and windows, and sealed the formation. Then he frowned and said, "This thing about Rouge Zhou... is weird."

"Weird?" Mo Hua didn't quite understand.

Gu Changhuai said: "The Rouge Boat was destroyed, and most of the disciples on the boat were arrested."

"The Guishui Sect was also under control, and was later taken over by the Taoist court, mainly the Xia family. Some elders, teachers, and disciples who were deeply involved in the sect were all thrown into Taoist prisons and sentenced according to their crimes. Decades, some serious ones, hanging, some using formations to kill..."

"The various families and forces related to romantic properties such as Yan Zhizhou, in more serious cases, had their homes confiscated directly by the Daoting Division. Others had their power reduced, their products confiscated, their assets confiscated, and many others ordered rectifications."

"Isn't this great?" Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai nodded slightly, "On the surface, it is like this. The atmosphere has improved. Not only Rouge Zhou, but also some overt and dark gray industries have also converged. All the sects of the aristocratic families have also taken warning and strictly restrained their disciples. They dare not Again, but..."

Gu Changhuai frowned even more tightly, "I always feel that all of this is 'designed' by others."

"Designed..."

Mo Hua also frowned slightly, "Uncle Gu, are you saying that someone knew in advance that Rouge Boat could not be saved, so the gecko cut off its tail and abandoned the car to save the handsome man?"

Gu Changhuai was startled and nodded: "Yes, and it's possible, it's not just as simple as 'abandoning the car to save the handsome man'."

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

Having said that, he also felt vaguely weird.

Although there were some twists and turns regarding Rouge Zhou, at least the previous plans of the Dragon King Temple were a little too smooth.

The Dragon King Temple was designed by Mr. Tu to harm his "god".

I was indeed tricked by him.

The evil fetus was planted into the soul of life.

What about... Rouge Zhou?

Since the Dragon King Temple was used for calculations, how could Rouge Zhou not put some thought into it?

Rouge Boat, what is it used for?

Mo Hua frowned, thought for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and asked:

"Uncle Gu, which sects are the disciples on the Rouge Boat from?"

Gu Changhuai pondered for a moment and said: "There are basically many sects in the Qianxue state, not to mention the hundreds of sects of Qianxue. Those who can board the ship are undoubtedly the famous disciples of each sect, and the other twelve sects , there are also people on board at the eight gates.”

"Oh, you don't have Taixu Sect. I heard that before the ship sailed, they refused to take all Taixu Sect's disciples because they were afraid of someone."

Mo Hua's expression was not rejoicing, but rather solemn, "What about Tai Amen?"

Gu Changhuai frowned, "There are quite a few Tai'amen, and they are all talented disciples in the late stage of foundation establishment."

"Chongxumen?"

"The same goes for Chongxumen."

After that, Mo Hua counted several sects, and without exception, all of them had disciples boarding the Rouge Boat.

Moreover, these disciples all have common characteristics.

In the later stage of foundation building, his talent is very good and he has a high status in the sect.

This was nothing at first. On the Rouge Boat, since sex was used as a matchmaker to make friends with powerful people and cling to each other, the disciples who came and went naturally could not be mediocre people.

The vast majority of them are the proud ones of heaven.

Normally, this would seem normal.

But now it seems that these proud men must be related to an extremely important thing:

Taoism conference!

These Tai Amen, Chongxu Sect, and even some other sect geniuses who have good relations with Taixu Sect and have gone far with the four major sects are very likely to be the candidates for this Tao Discussion Conference!

But now, being served from the same pot? !

There was a chill in Mo Hua's heart.

He finally understood what the mastermind behind Yan Zhizhou, or Mr. Tu, was planning to do.

He knew that Yan Zhizhou could not be saved, so he made a plan to infiltrate his power into Tai'amen and attack "hostile" sects such as Xumen.

Then, while the Taoist court inspected Yan Zhi Zhou, he lured these "hostile" sect disciples into Yan Zhi Zhou.

Drive away tigers and devour wolves.

In this way, these disciples who were found by the Taoist court to have entered and exited Rouge Boat will definitely be recorded.

Either he will be thrown into Dao Prison or expelled from the sect. Even if the sect is saved, it will be impossible for him to attend the Dao Discussion Conference again.

The core force participating in the Dao Discussion Conference was drained.

The result is naturally self-evident.

Mo Hua looked solemnly, "Are there... no disciples from the four major sects on the Rouge Boat?"

Gu Changhuai nodded and said: "No, the rules of the four major sects are strict and the family tradition is strong. This time there are no disciples to go to Rouge Zhou. It is a blessing among misfortunes..."

Gu Changhuai sighed, "Otherwise, if the disciples of the four major sects also go to the Rouge Boat to have fun and look for flowers and willows, I will lose the face of the entire Qianxue State..."

Mo Hua's heart sank slightly.

Maybe they didn't go to have fun and look for flowers and willows.

But what they did may be even more extreme than this...

The so-called "Gongzi Pavilion" has overwhelming power, and those who join the cabinet are either respected or noble, and there is no way they have anything to do with the four major sects.

However, he has no evidence.

Moreover, in the eyes of most monks in the Qianxuezhou realm, the four major sects have a transcendent status and are truly prestigious schools and resorts for seeking the Tao.

The disciples in the sect are all outstanding among people.

Even Uncle Gu might have thought so without knowing the inside story.

But now that Mo Hua has dealt with various "gongzi" of various sects, he knows that things are far from that simple.

And this matter is probably the "trick" of the four major sects.

Before the sects were restructured, sects such as Tai'amen and Chongxumen, which had the ability to covet the positions of the four major sects, directly lost their core disciples.

They are no longer able to compete with the four major sects.

In this way, the so-called sect restructuring has been settled before the actual restructuring.

This game is over before it even begins.

This is the real "plot plan".

The ending was already written before anyone expected it.

Mo Hua sighed.

"Why do you sigh every day at such a young age?" Gu Changhuai frowned.

This child, I don’t know what to think, he has already sighed three times in such a short time...

Mo Hua glanced at Gu Changhuai, shook his head, and said with some emotion: "Uncle Gu, you don't understand."

Gu Changhuai was so angry that he wanted to pinch his cheeks, but in the end he held back.

Mo Hua's "status" in the Gu family is higher than his.

Gu Changhuai waved his hand, "Let's finish asking. After asking, go back to the sect and practice well."

Mo Hua did finish asking, and he didn't stay for a long time, so he said goodbye: "Goodbye, Uncle Gu. I'll come see you next time if something happens."

Gu Changhuai had a headache.

However, just when Mo Hua was about to cross the threshold and leave the study, Gu Changhuai suddenly remembered something and said:

"Ink painting..."

Mo Hua turned around and looked at him with some confusion.

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Xiao Tianquan is dead."

Mo Hua's expression was calm. He reacted after a moment and said in shock: "What? The Roaring Sky Dog is dead?"

Gu Changhuai looked at him silently.

Fortunately, although Mo Hua was pale, he was also thick-skinned. Although his acting skills had some flaws, he still persisted in acting, pretending not to know that Roaring Sky Dog was dead.

"How did you die?" Mo Hua asked.

Gu Changhuai was speechless, "What do you think?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and said seriously: "It's not like you really committed suicide because of your many unjust actions. You were punished by 'God' and suddenly died suddenly. The way of heaven is indeed fair..."

Gu Changhuai's eyes narrowed slightly.

He just asked and made a little confirmation that he didn't really want Mo Hua to answer.

But at this moment, when he heard Mo Hua say this, Gu Changhuai's mood became complicated for a moment, and he suddenly asked: "Mo Hua, tell me... is there really a way of heaven in this world?"

Unexpectedly, Mo Hua nodded and said firmly: "Yes!"

Gu Changhuai frowned: "Do you know what heaven I'm talking about?"

"There are all kinds of heavenly ways." Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai looked a little stunned.

The ink painting points to the sky, "There is a way in this sky."

He had seen it with his own eyes.

This is just this "Tao", manifested into a great formation, truly penetrating the heavens and the earth, but he still can't understand it or see through it.

Then the ink painting points to the heart, "The human heart also has the way of heaven."

"In this world, there are people who seek fame, there are people who seek profit, there are people who seek great power in cultivation, there are people who seek power and status, and there are also people who seek luxury and enjoyment."

"In fact, there are many people who rely on fame, wealth, status, and cultivation to bully and exploit others."

"However, these have nothing to do with Tao or immortality. Those who can truly become immortals must be those who have the way of heaven in their hearts and practice it with their own bodies, and carry out the way for heaven!"

"If you don't have the Tao in your heart, if you don't follow the Tao for heaven, even if you have a supreme cultivation level, a top-notch reputation, power and status, you will all turn into ashes in the face of the great catastrophe, and eventually become a human being. An ant under the great road cannot become an immortal."

When Gu Changhuai heard this, he couldn't help but look shocked.

But he was a little confused at the same time, "How...how do you know this?"

Mo Hua said confidently: "I guessed it!"

Gu Changhuai: "..."

Mo Hua muttered: "I have never become an immortal, so how do I know how to become an immortal? But based on my experience and knowledge, I think this should be it..."

"If I guess wrong, I will correct it later..."

Gu Changhuai didn't know what to say.

He sighed, "Go back early."

Mo Hua nodded, "Goodbye, Uncle Gu."

After that, Mo Hua left freely.

But what he said was like a brand, engraved in Gu Changhuai's mind, and he could not forget it for a long time.

"Keep God's way in your heart, and do it for Heaven..."

For some reason, Gu Changhuai, who was originally a little confused and a little depressed, suddenly felt a lot more relieved because of the various things that were happening in the Xia family and the Dao Tingsi.

His eyes also became firm.

…

After leaving the Gu family, Mo Hua took a short detour to a small fishing village.

Old Yutou's family is still busy with their day's work. Although it is a bit hard, the family gathers together and works hard to live in harmony, which is enviable to watch.

The ink paintings didn't bother them.

He turned invisible and came to the shrine behind the village.

On the shrine, his "little immortal statue" is enshrined.

And behind the little fairy statue, there is a little silver fish hiding, and under his protection, it is happily eating incense.

Seeing the ink painting coming, the little whitebait was very happy, wagging its tail and nodding its head, and shouted "Benefactor" hurriedly.

Ink painting has the "benefit of reinvention" for it.

Therefore, the little whitebait is very grateful to Mo Hua. It was the one who spared no effort to help Mo Hua on the Yanshui River.

Mo Hua said mysteriously: "I'll give you a gift."

After speaking, he placed a package in front of the little whitebait.

The little whitebait was stunned for a moment and didn't find any gift at all, but its "benefactor" would not lie to it, so it used its divine origin and felt it for a moment. It immediately trembled all over and its scales almost stood up.

"dragon……"

Dragon bone statue!

Then it was frightened in its heart, and said in a trembling voice: "My benefactor, this is too precious. I can't ask for it, and I don't dare to ask for it..."

Mo Hua was puzzled, "Isn't this a good thing?"

"It's a good thing, but it's too expensive. The little god's blessings are too thin to bear it..."

Little Silver Fish was very self-aware, and then said, "Most of my Shinto memories were lost in the Bloody River Temple. I don't know where this thing came from, but this statue, made of dragon bones, is definitely not trivial. It may be better than My benefactor, you think it’s even more important.”

"My benefactor, you must keep me alive."

"I'll keep it..."

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

The point is, he doesn't know what's the use of keeping it.

If it could be put into a storage bag or a ring, he would just keep it, but he couldn't put it in at all.

Just holding it in such a grand manner may cause trouble one day when encountering an "expert" monk or some greedy god.

Moreover, since he took it out from the Dragon King Temple, with the passage of time, the traces of "divinity" in it have been lost little by little.

I don't know the details of the ink painting, but I guess that this statue of the natal god should still need to be warmed up.

The one who warms and nourishes the statue should naturally be a "god".

After much deliberation, he decided that the little whitebait was the most suitable.

Huangshanjun lives too far away, and there are many statues in it, including clay sculptures and gold decorations. It is really not good enough. It can even drill dog statues, so there is no shortage of this one.

Furthermore, Mr. Huangshan lives a long time, has many thoughts, and also hides his words.

It’s also hard to fully trust Mo Hua.

Unlike the little whitebait, he is innocent and cute. He calls himself "benefactor" every day and only wants to help him when he is in trouble.

But I don’t dare to ask for the little whitebait...

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and then said: "Then treat it as something I 'lend' to you. You can keep it well for me and nourish it with divinity. If one day in the future, I use this statue, you can return it to me."

The little whitebait was still a little hesitant.

"Just think of it as my glory..."

"But, the little god's strength is humble..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua said, "Ordinary monks, even demons and evil gods, may not be able to see this statue..."

Otherwise, he wouldn't be eating ashes in the corner of the Dragon King's Hall.

"In addition, I will set up some formations for you to cover up the statue, so that it will almost never be discovered."

I was still a little uneasy when I saw the little whitebait.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then changed his explanation and said solemnly:

"This is what I entrusted to you. You can keep the statue for me, and at the same time, you can use this statue to warm your soul and strengthen your body."

"Don't let me down..."

When Mo Hua said this, Little Silver Fish was indeed full of fighting spirit and nodded: "Don't worry, my dear benefactor, I will definitely live up to your trust!"

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Then he found a remote and secret place in the barren mountain near the little immortal statue, and then put the dragon bone statue into the deep cave.

After that, he began to lay out Shinto formations around him.

Ordinary formations are not good, even if it is a concealment formation, in the eyes of higher-level formation masters, it is tantamount to hiding one's own merits and exposing one's own weaknesses.

But the Shinto formation is different.

The Shinto Formation is a derivative of the Way of Divine Thought, and even some high-level formation masters will not dabble in it.

What's more important is that they don't have this inheritance.

The ink painting refers to the formation layout of the Great Wilderness Evil God, and a complete set of Shinto formations, including the Shenwu Formation, the Shenguan Formation and the Divine Lock Formation, are placed near the cave.

Shenguan Formation, lock the door.

The divine mist formation obscures divine consciousness.

The Divine Lock Formation seals the idols and can also resist external evil.

In this way, everything is ready.

Even if the formation is broken, the Dragon Bone Statue itself has sufficient concealment capabilities.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then took out another piece of paper, drew a turtle, and placed it in the deepest part of the cave.

In this way, if someone breaks his own Shinto formation, goes through all the troubles, goes into the cave, and discovers that the Shinto formation is sealed with a picture of a turtle, he will definitely be angry to death.

In a fit of anger, it becomes even less possible to discover the already obscure statue of the god.

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Then he took his leave.

Little Silver Fish was grateful but also very reluctant to part with him. He sent the ink painting to the entrance of the village, watched the back of the ink painting disappear at the intersection, and then returned to the shrine in despair, and secretly swore in his heart:

"We must protect the statue for our benefactor!"

…

After leaving the small fishing village, Mo Hua returned to Taixumen without any delay.

After that, he almost stayed behind closed doors and stayed in the sect all day long, learning formations from Mr. Xun and swordsmanship from Patriarch Dugu.

His formations are steadily improving.

Even the swordsmanship is gradually getting better.

And after another two months, it was the end of the year, and Mo Hua's fifth year at Taixu Sect was also over.