Asking About Longevity: Chapter 296 evil thoughts
Chapter 296 Evil Thoughts
After eating, Mo Hua drew formations for a while, then he lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the time to come to enter the sea of consciousness.
In the sea of consciousness, the void Taoist monument emerged.
Mo Hua looked at the stele carefully and found that there was nothing unusual about the stele, it was exactly the same as usual.
Mo Hua is a little disappointed.
He thought that after he ate the green-faced imp, he refined its spiritual consciousness and established its foundation in advance, so that this Taoist tablet would undergo some strange changes and undergo some mysterious changes.
This is a profound formation pattern that ordinary first-grade formation masters cannot learn at all. The formation composed of this profound formation pattern is the first-grade ten-line counter-spirit formation.
The golden sun is shining above our head, and the emerald mountains are facing us. While Mo Hua was reading and looking at the scenery, he felt that the evil thoughts in his heart disappeared and he felt much more relaxed.
Mo Hua quickly meditated and got rid of distracting thoughts.
Mo Hua hasn’t visited Mr. for quite some time.
This is also the most difficult formation that Mo Hua has learned so far.
“So you have established the foundation of your spiritual consciousness now?”
If this is the case, I am afraid that the consequences of "eating" the imp will be more dangerous than I thought.
“It wanted to eat me, but I refused to let it eat, so I used a formation to hurt it, and it turned into a few wisps of smoke, which I swallowed into my stomach..."
“Yes, sir!” Mo Hua smiled shyly, his eyes bright and a little proud.
“Sir, I ate the little ghost in the visualization picture, and it seems to have its memory in the sea of consciousness. Occasionally, I will have many illusions and various distracting thoughts. Is this dangerous?”
But now it seems that I have thought too much.
Mo Hua saw that Mr. Zhuang seemed to be lost in thought, so he asked about his worries:
For today's Mo Hua, this formation is the only one worth spending more time on practicing.
“There was a little ghost in the picture, and it jumped into the sea of my consciousness, so I ate it…”
Mo Hua sat on the steps outside as usual, found a book, put it in front of his knees and read quietly.
The ink painting is filled with thoughts.
Mo Hua concentrates on practicing the counter-spirit formation.
In the mountain residence, the scenery is as always, quiet and leisurely, which makes people feel calm just looking at it.
This stele is in the sea of consciousness and has been with Mo Hua for more than ten years. It was very familiar to me at first, but now when I look at it again, I feel it is unfathomable, as if there are many unknown causes and effects hidden.
Mo Hua nodded, "Eat."
While looking at it, Mo Hua suddenly noticed something moving in the room. He turned around and found that Mr. Zhuang had stood up at some point and looked at Mo Hua seriously.
The ink painting uses a finger pen to draw complex and profound patterns on the Taoist stele.
It turned out to be a visualization picture…
Mr. Zhuang, who has always been calm and calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, could not help but show a shocked look, "Eat?"
He also remembered what Mr. Zhuang said that the visualization is dangerous and unpredictable, and the spiritual consciousness he visualized may be some "non-human" existence...
Mr. Zhuang glanced at the ink painting for a few times, then softened his tone slightly and asked, "Where did your spiritual consciousness come from?"
In the afterimage, there are Taoist temples hidden in the green mountains, Taoist boys who are sometimes innocent and sometimes evil, sometimes Taoist priests who are fairy-like, sometimes greedy-looking, and all kinds of monks with evil intentions...
“I saw a visualization picture.”
Mo Hua continued to meditate, reflect on himself, overcome evil thoughts, and keep his true heart.
Mr. Zhuang sighed and sat back slowly. His expression returned to leisurely, but his heart was obviously not as calm as he showed on his face.
Of course Mo Hua only thought about this in his heart. If he said it out loud, he would definitely be hated.
“It’s too fast...” Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.
After that, Mo Hua put aside his distracting thoughts and practiced the formation on the Taoist monument as usual.
Mo Hua nodded, thinking that he was indeed Mr. Zhuang. He only said a few words, and Mr. Zhuang guessed the whole story.
At Mao hour, as the sky breaks, Mo Hua sits cross-legged and meditates, wearing the morning sun, doing routine practice.
But as I continued to practice, I realized something was wrong with the ink painting.
It was still early and Mr. Zhuang was still dozing off.
Mr. Zhuang twitched his lips and asked, "How do you eat?"
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Mo Hua has been able to manifest his spiritual consciousness since he was a child. He thought it was a common thing, but seeing the expression on the kid's face, he realized that not all monks could manifest their spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness.
Mr. Zhuang asked, his tone slightly cold.
Mo Hua silently stared at the Taoist monument.
Even though Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is now very strong, the formation still needs to be down-to-earth, honed and consolidated over and over again.
The mood of the ink paintings also changes frequently.
They all require hard work day and night and persistent practice. Nothing can be accomplished overnight, and you should not rush for quick success.
"Who are you?"
Although it is said that everything will be successful if it is forewarned, but it will be ruined if it is not forewarned.
“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.
After a moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes and frowned.
Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, "What next?"
Mo Hua took a sneak peek into the room and saw that his husband was still lying leisurely on the bamboo chair, with his eyes closed and his mind wandering, so he didn't want to disturb him.
“Because no one has ever done this…”
Since the evil thoughts remain, it is not easy to use spiritual consciousness to practice formations.
“Let’s ask Mr. Zhuang tomorrow.”
Mo Hua didn’t expect Mr. Zhuang, who was well-informed, to have such a vague answer, so he couldn’t help but ask:
Mo Hua learned from the green-faced little ghost that spiritual thoughts that manifest themselves appear in the sea of consciousness, which is called the manifestation of spiritual consciousness.
Mr. Zhuang stood there with a complicated expression. He hesitated several times and finally confirmed slowly:
These days, Mo Hua didn't come to see him. He thought he had gone somewhere to play. He forgot about the time, but he didn't expect that in just a few days, Mo Hua's consciousness had already been established.
“Did the green-faced kid’s spiritual thoughts not be purified before, so there are still so many evil thoughts left?”
“Can your spiritual consciousness manifest?” Mr. Zhuang asked.
“I wonder if I will be able to figure out the secrets hidden in the Taoist stele when my realm is higher, my spiritual consciousness is stronger, or my experience in Taoism is broader?”
Every time he consumes his spiritual consciousness, some afterimages will occasionally appear in the sea of consciousness.
Mr. Zhuang asked again: "I ate the imp and refined it, so my consciousness suddenly increased?"
Sometimes simple, sometimes irritable, sometimes decadent, sometimes violent, and even worse, greedy for human flesh and blood.
But Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness has grown so fast that it is impossible to predict it. As a result, all the preparations and plans he had made before will be overturned...
After all, his spiritual consciousness has been established. Ordinary first-level formations cannot deepen his understanding or hone his spiritual consciousness. Painting is like drinking water, easy and tasteless.
“This…” Mr. Zhuang’s eyes darkened, “It’s hard to say.”
Mr. Zhuang’s expression at this time was not surprising. It seemed that although he had not asked before, he should have already guessed that his spiritual consciousness could be manifested.
“Why is it so hard to say?”
Mo Hua briefly described what happened, but did not mention the Taoist monument.
Otherwise, residual evil thoughts will subtly enter the sea of filthy consciousness, causing people to make mistakes or even go astray.
After practicing, his spiritual power was a little stronger. Mo Hua ate the breakfast made by his mother, brought some wine and meat, and went to visit Mr. Zhuang in Zuowangju.
Mo paintings are concise and concise.
The Tao stele is empty, simple, profound and silent, just like the Great Road, eternal and eternal.
In fact, it was the breath of the Taoist monument that burned the green-faced imp into blue smoke.
Cultivation emphasizes accumulation over time, and formation techniques also emphasize that water drops can penetrate rocks.
Mo Hua was stunned, "Has no one ever eaten a kid?"
"Yes." Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting with a complicated expression, "Usually people are eaten by imps. You are the first one to eat them..."
(End of this chapter)