Asking About Longevity: Chapter 393 self-help
Chapter 393 Self-rescue
Ink painting decided to use thick earth formation to reconstruct the spiritual field of Qianjia Town.
But he actually has no control over this matter.
Lingtian does not belong to him, and he is not from Qianjia Town at all.
The elders of Dongshan Village, although their cultivation level is not high, are old, senior and quite prestigious.
He doesn’t have much real power, but he still has to make the final decision when it comes to matters.
Mo Hua went to ask him:
“Elder, do you want to draw the formation for Lingtian again?”
The elder of Dongshan Village had already expected it, but he still couldn't believe it and said in a trembling voice:
“Re-draw the formation?”
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "It's the kind of formation that the ancestor of the Sun family drew back then."
The elder’s pupils vibrated.
The ancestor of the Sun family, a second-grade formation master, has a high status in Qianjia Town and has always been a legendary monk.
Drawing the formation of the ancestor of the Sun family...
The elder’s tone was more respectful:
“The Sun family’s ancestor’s formation...little sir, have you learned it?”
"I have learned a little bit, but I dare not say that I can learn 100%. I can always learn 70% or 80%." Mo Hua said modestly.
The elder was lost for a moment and muttered to himself:
“The ancestor of the Sun family is a second-grade formation master…”
Mo Hua explained: "He is a second-grade formation master, but the formation he has laid out is actually a first-grade formation. Otherwise, the spiritual stones of the Qi Refining Monk cannot afford the second-grade formation."
The elder understood.
Ink painting also stated the interests for him:
“To draw the formation, we need to reconstruct some spiritual fields and re-draw the formation on the field ridges.”
“I learned the formations from the ancestor of the Sun family, and I am considered a favor from him, so I can draw the formations for you without accepting the spiritual stones.”
“But the formation itself also requires a lot of spiritual ink and a lot of spiritual stones. At the same time, it also requires a certain amount of manpower to re-cultivate and organize the spiritual fields.”
“These human and material resources are all provided by yourselves.”
The elder knew what was going on and nodded slowly.
Mo Hua finally said: "I can draw the formation, but in the final analysis, it is up to you to decide whether you want to draw this formation or not."
The elder thought for a long time, and then he handed over his hands and said:
“Sir, could you please allow me some time so that I can discuss this with you all?”
“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.
The elder cannot make the decision on this matter alone. He must discuss it with others.
Ink painting is not forced either.
If they are willing, you can draw a formation for them.
You can also apply what you have learned and deepen your understanding of the battle method.
Not only for myself, but also for the monks in Dongshan Village, and the land in Qianjia Town.
If they don’t agree, Mo Hua won’t force it.
I can only look for opportunities in the future to rebuild the thick soil formation and deepen my understanding of the formation...
…
After Mo Hua left, the elder summoned the Linggong monks from Dongshan Village.
He explained the meaning of the ink painting.
Everyone looked at each other.
Most people still can’t believe it:
“Has this young gentleman really learned the Sun family ancestor’s formation?”
"impossible…"
“How old is he?”
“Can you learn this kind of formation at the seventh level of Qi refining? I think other formation masters all have white beards.”
“What do you know? There is no priority in learning, and those who have mastered it are respected.”
"Although this young gentleman is young, I think his formation level is much higher than that of the current head of the Sun family."
"Indeed, although I can't understand it, his formations are drawn very quickly and well."
“Better than everyone else in the Sun family.”
“Then why does he help us?”
“That’s right, it’s not of any use, and they won’t accept our spirit stones…”
“He wants to collect spiritual stones, can you afford them?”
“So poor that I can’t even open the pot…”
“Can the formation of the ancestor of the Sun family be a normal formation? How many spiritual stones are needed to draw this formation?”
“If you emptied the entire village’s wealth, you might not even be able to pay for the spiritual stones you scraped together…”
“I just feel strange, this young gentleman has such a good heart.”
"Aren't you just a bitch? If this young gentleman is like the Sun family, riding on our heads, then is he doing the right thing?"
“Drawing this formation requires us to reconstruct the spiritual field, but this spiritual field is inherited from our ancestors and cannot be moved.”
“Why can’t you move?”
“It’s passed down from our ancestors, but it can’t be touched...”
…
Everyone was talking a lot, some were in favor, some were against, and some were worried and hesitant.
They are spiritual farmers who rely on spiritual fields for their meals.
Things involving Lingtian involve the fundamentals, so I have many concerns at the moment and it is difficult to make a decision.
The elder listened to their argument and pondered for a while, then slowly said:
“We want to build this formation.”
The room was quiet for a moment. You Lingnong frowned and said, "But, elder, this matter is quite risky."
The elder shook his head, "I don't want future generations of Dongshan Village to suffer from hunger anymore."
"There are indeed risks in this matter, but what is without risk? Can a good thing without risk get the turn of poor monks like us?"
“If we don’t take this risk, future generations will have to take it.”
“But our descendants may not have this opportunity.”
The elder's cloudy eyes were filled with light. He slowly looked at everyone and said in a solemn tone:
“This young gentleman may be young, but he is an expert in formations.”
“He is willing to help us, that is our opportunity.”
“Once he leaves, who can know such a profound formation? Even if someone knows it, who is willing to help us draw it?”
“Don’t take chances and think things will get better in the future.”
“If you don’t fight for it now, it will only get worse in the future.”
“This is our only hope.”
“If we don’t seize this opportunity, our children and grandchildren will all suffer from hunger!”
The elder's voice was hoarse and heavy. After speaking, he frowned and coughed violently because of his old illness.
Everyone was silent.
Some people still looked hesitant, but most people's eyes gradually became firmer.
…
The next day, the elder found Mo Hua and informed everyone of their decision.
“Everyone agreed. Those who have spiritual stones will provide spiritual stones, and those who have strength will contribute their strength to rebuild the formation in the spiritual field.
The elder then solemnly saluted the ink painting:
“Please sir, save me, the monks from Qianjia Town, who are in famine!”
Mo Hua couldn't bear such a big gift and quickly helped the elder up.
The elder looked at the ink painting expectantly.
Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I can't save you."
The elder looked stunned.
Mo Hua sighed: "I can only help you draw the formations, but if the formations can really save you, then the formations used by the ancestors of the Sun family have already saved you."
“But there is no…”
“For all these years, you are still living a life of hunger and satiety.”
The elder was shocked when he heard the words, and then he was thoughtful, and his mood fluctuated for a while.
Mo Hua continued:
“I can draw good formations to make the soil fertile, the spiritual fields harvested abundantly, and everyone can have enough to eat.”
“But then what?”
“The Sun family is still here, and they will still oppress you.”
“The spiritual field that has been built will still be destroyed.”
“The drawn formation will still be destroyed.”
"You don't know how to form a formation, but you still have to be controlled by others and exploited by the Sun family."
“Build a formation in the spiritual field and the land will be fertile. Maybe within one or two years, or even within five or six years, you will be able to live a better life and have more food.”
“But what about more than ten years, decades, or even a hundred years later?”
“Will it be the same as before?”
The elder's expression was filled with deep bitterness, which turned into an indescribable sorrow.
He said helplessly: "But there are foundation-building monks in the Sun family..."
Mo Hua shook his head, "It's only the early stage of foundation building, and he is considered a half-formation master. He doesn't often fight with others and is unfamiliar with Taoism."
“Generally speaking, a dozen or so ninth level Qi refining people would be enough to scare him if they really dare to fight to the death.”
Mo Hua added: "The Sun family's domineering behavior actually relies on the weakness of the spiritual farmers and they can just live with it."
“If you are really united and united in dealing with the outside world, they will not dare to act recklessly.”
The elder looked hesitant and sighed:
“But… if this happens, I’m afraid people will bleed to death…”
Mo Hua said in a solemn tone:
“If you bleed, your descendants will have enough to eat. If you starve to death, your descendants will also starve to death.”
Hearing this, the elder suddenly lost his mind.
Mo Hua said with relief: "Actually, the Sun family doesn't dare to go too far."
After all, there is Daotingsi from Shangtaicheng.
Although the Tao Tingsi in such a place will not directly intervene in matters outside the Immortal City, they will have to intervene if conflicts become serious.
Daotingsi acts in accordance with the "Dao Law".
At least on the surface it is.
With the constraints of the "Dao Law" and the duties of the Tao Tingsi, the Sun family did not dare to be too presumptuous.
After all, the Sun family is different from the Qian family, or in other words, different from the Black Mountain Village of the ancestor of the Qian family.
They are just blood-sucking parasites, not murderous executioners.
"So I can only help you, but I can't save you..."
Mo Hua’s eyes were clear and he said frankly, “The only one who can save you is yourselves.”
The elder frowned and thought for a long time. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, saluted to Mo Hua again, and said solemnly:
“Thank you, Mr. Sir, I understand.”
(End of this chapter)