Asking About Longevity: Chapter 316 Farewell
Chapter 316 Farewell
But, is it really that simple?
Mo Hua ran to ask Mr. Zhuang again.
“Sir, don’t you need to complete the calculation of the formation at once?”
"Need not."
“Is it okay to count a little a day?”
Mo Hua smiled sheepishly.
Mo Hua asked: "Uncle Yang, what do you want from me?"
“It’s a small matter, we’ll talk about it when the time comes.”
He never thought that he would teach these things to his disciples in this life, and that he would also be a registered disciple in the Qi refining period...
Even if he can use the Dao Monument to trace back his spiritual consciousness after completing the calculation, it will still take a lot of time and cannot be completed overnight.
Sure enough.
There was no other problem with the ink painting, so I stopped disturbing my husband’s rest and stood up to leave.
Commander Yang nodded and said, "I think so too. It's just that the mountains are so big and there are second-grade monsters. We're not familiar with the terrain and don't dare to search too aggressively."
“Yes, sir!”
Commander Yang showed a kind smile and said, "Mr. Xiao Mo, where are the formations?"
His named disciple seems to be unable to judge by common sense...
“Do you remember what I told you, the great road arises and perishes?”
Mr. Zhuang came back to his senses, thought for a moment and said:
Mr. Zhuang said helplessly: "The biggest difficulties in the disintegration of the formation are the Reverse Spirit Formation and the calculation of the divine consciousness."
"Is it so difficult?" Mo Hua was a little surprised, "I thought that the calculation of spiritual consciousness does not need to be completed in one thought, and the disintegration of the formation is simple..."
Commander Yang acted unconcerned, but Mo Hua was grateful. He was still very happy in his heart and could not hide the pride on his eyebrows.
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed and he frowned, "They are deep in the mountains. Is there a place to hide?"
The other one is a genuine first-grade evil formation master, at the foundation-building level, who can draw evil formations, and I don’t know if he has any unknown methods.
"Don't kill yourself?" Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Can you run farther away?"
Lao Puppet appeared silently behind Mr. Zhuang and said calmly: "If you continue to teach me, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."
For a moment, Mr. Zhuang hesitated, not knowing whether to continue teaching.
Mo nodded.
“Either run away, or leave yourself a chance to survive.” Mr. Zhuang said.
“However, the disintegration of the complex formation is different. It requires a lot of spiritual consciousness. Ink painting should not be learned in a short period of time.”
Commander Yang sat next to the ink painting and pretended to be displeased:
“I told you that you don’t have to be so harsh, just call me Uncle Yang.”
“For the rest, I can only leave it to Daotingsi and Elder Yu.”
Mo Hua's consciousness stirred. He looked up and said in surprise: "Commander Yang?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "This is something beyond the outline. It is not what he should learn now. It doesn't matter whether he learns it or not."
How come you are hosting a banquet and inviting me...
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Why?"
"When the great road is born, it will be destroyed, and when there is destruction, there will be life. The disintegration of the formation is destruction, and the calculation of the gate of life is birth. The formation master can use the formation to kill the enemy, but if there is no gate left, he will be killed by his own formation. Damn it, you’re just a fool.”
Mr. Zhuang’s eyelids twitched slightly.
Mo Hua added: "In this case, it doesn't seem that difficult to disintegrate the formation..."
"We searched the mountains for several days and caught most of the other evil cultivators. There were no fish that slipped through the net. Only the first and third masters could not find any trace."
“When calculating with your spiritual consciousness, feel carefully that the weakest spiritual power of the center of the array is the Sheng Gate. Do not draw the counter-spiritual formation near the Sheng Gate.”
If these two people are not caught, Mo Hua will always be a little uneasy.
“Sir?” Mo Hua said softly.
Mo Hua was slightly startled and glanced at Commander Yang suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with you?"
General Yang expressed his intention.
Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and sighed, "You kid, you can't stand and talk anymore without back pain..."
He only briefly mentioned the method of disintegrating the formation, but Mo Hua actually learned it by himself.
Mr. Zhuang nodded and said, "Okay."
Mo Hua began to be patient and calculated the formation one by one.
“Thank me for what?”
Mr. Zhuang smiled helplessly, "I didn't expect him to learn so quickly."
Since Commander Yang didn't want to say anything, Mo Hua couldn't ask any more questions.
"I'm leaving now. I want to have a banquet and I came here to invite you."
One is the big boss of Heishan Village. He is the culprit who founded Heishan Village, gathered evil cultivators, established themselves in one area, and committed evil for hundreds of years.
But the big boss and the third boss are different.
“The ten formations of the first-grade counter-spirit formation are beyond the standard of ordinary formations, and the same is true for the second-grade and above. There are only a handful of formation masters in the world who can learn this formation.”
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Mr. Zhuang glanced at Mo Hua in surprise, "Have you ever disintegrated the formation?"
Mr. Zhuang’s expression became subtle and he couldn’t help but say:
“You can just say this here, don’t say it when you go out, otherwise you will be beaten...”
"Therefore, for the opponent, if you don't know the spirit-defying formation, you won't be able to disintegrate the formation from the beginning; even if you learn the spirit-defying formation, you may not have the spiritual consciousness to calculate it; even if you have the spiritual consciousness to calculate it, you don't have that much time. Calculate. If you can’t calculate, naturally you can’t disintegrate..."
Mr. Zhuang nodded, but when he reached his mouth, he stopped again.
A few days later, Mo Hua was sitting in the restaurant calculating formations when suddenly a tall monk with square eyebrows walked in.
Commander Yang sighed, "There is a time limit for the dispatch of Dao soldiers. Now that the time limit is approaching, we cannot continue the search."
Mo Hua nodded and said, "If the single formation collapses, will there be a way to survive?"
However, after Mo Hua went back and tried it, he realized that calculating and resuming the formation did require too much spiritual consciousness.
"I was afraid that if I left, no one would teach him these things. I felt it was a pity, so I taught him them in advance. But I didn't expect that he would really learn whatever I taught him, and he would learn very well... "Mr. Zhuang's expression was a little complicated and a little emotional, so he added:
Mo Hua nodded, "I understand, thank you Uncle Yang!"
Mo Hua definitely didn’t want to be that fool, so he humbly asked for advice:
After Mo Hua left, Mr. Zhuang sat on a bamboo chair in silence for a long time.
“How can we keep the students alive?”
Commander Yang smiled and nodded.
Commander Yang waved his hand, "These are all trivial matters, don't worry about them."
Mr. Zhuang hesitated a little. Thinking of what Mo Hua had done so far, he suddenly felt a little unsure.
Commander Yang’s expression turned gloomy, and he lowered his voice and said to Mo Hua:
“Calculation by divine consciousness also requires a huge amount of spiritual consciousness as the basis. Ordinary formation masters have insufficient spiritual consciousness and are not even qualified for calculation. If calculation is forced, the sea of consciousness will dry up in an instant.”
Mr. Zhuang hesitated, looking at the ink painting, not knowing what to think. After a while, his eyes brightened slightly, as if he had made up his mind.
"Uncle Yang, you're welcome." Mo Hua said, but then he realized something was wrong, "Shouldn't we have a banquet and then invite you to the farewell party?"
Not everyone has such strong spiritual consciousness.
Mo Hua knew that he could not hide it from Mr. Zhuang, so he said truthfully: "A first-grade earth fire formation disintegrated."
Black Mountain Stronghold was destroyed, and most of the evil cultivators were either killed or captured. Even if the remaining minor characters ran away, they would not be able to make any big waves.
After Mo Hua returned, he began to excitedly try to disintegrate the formation and calculate the birth gates.
Mr. Zhuang looked gloomy, "It should be... soon..."
Mo Hua said gratefully: "Without the help of the Taoist soldiers led by Uncle Yang in the annihilation of Heishan Stronghold this time, the casual cultivators in Tongxian City would probably have suffered many casualties. Now that we can successfully attack Heishan Stronghold, we naturally have to thank Uncle Yang."
What's more, the collapse of the complex formation can kill and injure the foundation-building monks!
Is it really impossible to learn?
Mo Hua was a little regretful, but he soon calmed down.
“It’s nothing to be thankful for!”
"how much longer?"
If the power of the disintegration of the complex formation is really that strong, it would be wise to spend more time and awareness.
This is already extremely out of line...
He remembered another thing and asked in a low voice: "Have the first and third masters been caught?"
Then he asked in a low voice: "Sir, if we break up and regroup, will there be any danger?"
“The calculation of divine consciousness does not need to be done in one thought. It can be calculated bit by bit, but even calculating it bit by bit requires consuming an extremely large amount of divine consciousness and a lot of time.”
"Besides, both of them are building foundations. It is too easy to avoid our search."
"Oh." Mo Hua then remembered and called "Uncle Yang" with a smile.
Divinity calculations, formation disintegration.
He just guessed that he would learn ink painting quickly, but he didn't expect that he would actually learn ink painting so quickly.
“What does 生门…mean?”
I don’t understand the ink painting.
“The spiritual power structure of a single formation is too weak, and the power of disintegration is too small. There is a life gate, but the scope is small, and it is not much different from none. If the formation above the complex formation collapses, then consider the life gate.”
“Why don’t you wait until Mo Hua, this kid, learns how to disintegrate the formation?”
The more difficult the formation, the more interesting it is.
Mo Hua sighed. He had preconceived ideas before and fell into a misunderstanding. If he had known that he would ask Mr. Zhuang earlier, he would have figured out this problem earlier...
“Really?” Puppet Lao said numbly.
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, and then said, "Commander Yang, please sit down quickly."
The two chatted for a few more words, and then Commander Yang stood up and left.
“Tomorrow at noon, we must remember to come to Lingshan Tower in Beicheng!”
Mo Hua nodded, "Definitely!"
(End of this chapter)