Asking About Longevity: Chapter 479 covet

Chapter 479 covet

Chapter 479: Coveting

Nanyue City, in a quiet bamboo room.

Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes, his face turned pale, and he said helplessly:

“It’s also troublesome if a disciple is too smart...”

“Once you are smart, you think a lot. If you don’t pay attention, you will think of things that you shouldn’t think of…”

The old man who was holding a piece of wood and carving a little tiger for the ink painting was slightly startled when he heard this and frowned:

“Has it been counted again?”

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Almost." He sighed slightly, "Fortunately, that kid is smart..."

Knowing how to use the earth's yin to cover up one's own qi, otherwise it would take a lot of trouble for the person to really see his appearance.

Puppet Lao thought for a moment and said silently:

“This kid, Mo Hua, hasn’t been back for a long time...”

Mr. Zhuang’s face turned slightly pale, but upon hearing this, his eyebrows slightly raised and he smiled slightly:

“Why, do you miss him?”

The old man ignored him and silently peeled the little tiger in his hand.

Mo Hua came to him before and said that he might need a lot of little tigers and asked him to help carve some.

Now he has carved a lot of little tigers, but the ink paintings no longer touch his home.

After a moment, Puppet Lao sighed and said helplessly:

“I’ve finished eating the pine nuts, and there’s no one to fry them for me.”

Mr. Zhuang suggested:

"How about letting Zi Sheng do it for you? He is my disciple and can be considered your junior, so he should help you with this kind of thing."

The old man was a little disgusted, "The disciples of the Bai family can only use swords, guns, swords and halberds, but nothing else."

“There are quite a few things to pay attention to…” Mr. Zhuang shook his head.

The old man ignored him and only thought about when Mo Hua would come back.

But he couldn’t figure it out, so he asked Mr. Zhuang:

“How long will it take?”

Mr. Zhuang pinched his fingers, glanced at the mine in the distance, his eyes moved slightly, and he said slowly:

"almost…"

Mr. Zhuang’s eyes are a little deep.

“He has learned the formation.”

“That thing is almost ready.”

“The corpse air spreads, and the heaven is turbid.”

"The disaster in Nanyue City is not small this time. It depends on how this child handles it..."

Puppet Lao nodded.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the mines outside the city again.

Above the mine are the miserable mine repairmen.

They know nothing and are still working hard every day.

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "Every time there is a great calamity, the ones who suffer are always the lowest monks..."

“You are sentimental again.”

The old man’s voice was dull.

Mr. Zhuang laughed at himself and said:

“I can’t help it, I’m getting older.”

Lao Puppet looked at Mr. Zhuang, his eyes showing deep regret and melancholy.

He didn't say anything, but continued to carve the little tiger with his head down.

One cut after another, the technique is skillful, the sawdust falls, and the lines of the little tiger are natural.

In the bamboo room, it suddenly became quiet.

After a while, the puppet master suddenly said: "I'll kill your senior brother."

Mr. Zhuang was startled.

"Kill him and you can live a few more years." The old man's voice was cold.

Mr. Zhuang felt warm in his heart, and his face showed a smile.

“Thank you very much.”

Then he said apologetically:

“You have helped me so much, but I don’t have much time left, so I probably won’t be able to help you anymore…”

The old man shook his head and said, "If you don't care about my master's feelings, I will send all the puppets in the world to kill him. If you live for a few more decades, you may still be able to help me."

Mr. Zhuang was silent for a moment, shook his head and sighed:

“Can’t be killed…”

Puppet Lao frowned, "Is it really so difficult to grow a demon in the heart of the Dao?"

Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "He entered the Demon Palace and became a Taoist. The Taoist name he inherited is 'Gui'. He inherited the spiritual power and cultivated it to such a depth that he is almost like a demon."

“Before, he was very cautious and even the elders couldn’t do anything to him.”

“Now that he has mastered the cultivation of demons in his Taoist heart, his spiritual thoughts follow the ‘deceitful’ way, and there are so many tricks and tricks that he can no longer be killed simply by relying on cultivation of Taoism..."

The old man also fell silent, with unknown emotions hidden in his old eyes.

“If you don’t kill me, how will you know?”

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "You can kill him, and he will die, but who will die? No one knows whether he died in the end..."

The old man frowned and said, "Taoist demon cultivation is not considered the ultimate inheritance of the demon sect."

How could it be so terrible?

Mr. Zhuang looked disappointed, "I am not a Taoist demon, but my senior brother, he is a monk with extremely spiritual mind..."

“I don’t know who else in this world can kill him...”

Mr. Zhuang looked helpless and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the innocent smiling face of Mo Hua appeared in his mind.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, and then his eyes became dim. After thinking for a long time, he murmured:

"It's still early..." "Don't get killed, just live well..."

…

Lu family corpse mine, among the altar of thousands of corpses.

It wasn’t until he finished painting a thick earth formation, his consciousness became clear, and the strange aura dissipated, that Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I was filled with fear and cold sweat broke out on my back.

“It’s so weird…”

I didn’t read his name or mention his Taoist number. I just thought about it deeply, and I was sensed by this Taoist, and even his figure appeared in my heart.

The body is also vaguely out of control.

What kind of method is this? Is it also a spiritual technique?

Mo Hua didn’t dare to think about it further.

He hid these three words "deceitful person" deep in his heart, trying not to touch them or think about them deeply.

At the same time, the ink paintings are also a bit decadent.

He previously thought that he had mastered the method of spiritual thought, and that he could kill everyone in a battle at the level of spiritual consciousness.

Unexpectedly, someone would notice him just because he thought about it.

Facing the treacherous shadow of the deceitful man, I actually felt that I had no way to deal with it and that I was unable to contend.

Mo Hua sighed:

“You still have to be cautious when practicing Taoism and don’t be arrogant and complacent.”

“Beyond the mountains there are mountains, and beyond the sky there is the sky.”

“The methods of high-level monks are unbelievable and unbelievable. They are completely beyond the reach of a small Qi refiner like me.”

“Don’t get carried away!”

Mo Hua warned himself silently several times, and then nodded.

Then he thought of another question:

This kind of ghost shadow, if it is a spiritual means.

Then can I learn it in the future?

Cultivation of the ultimate spiritual thought and enlightenment with supreme divine consciousness.

Then can you be like this person, with cunning methods that make it difficult for people to guard against you?

At present, I am still just refining my Qi, and my spiritual consciousness only has twelve patterns.

But if one day in the future, my spiritual consciousness is strong enough and my spiritual thoughts are sufficient, will I be able to directly compete with this "phantom"?

If possible, then silently recite the name of the "deceitful man" and lure his "deceitful shadow" to come, wouldn't you...

Can you "eat" it directly?

Can "eating" its shadow also increase spiritual awareness?

After refining, will you still be able to comprehend some spiritual skills?

…

The ink painting just had a thought, and suddenly the sea of consciousness trembled, and the dry ink shadow of the Taoist appeared again.

Mo Hua was startled and quickly gathered his thoughts.

I thought silently in my heart: "I didn't think about anything, I didn't think about anything..."

I don’t know how long it took, but my consciousness became clear and the shadows disappeared.

Mo Hua was relieved.

Now he didn't dare to have any wishful thinking anymore. Instead, he honestly forgot all the thoughts he had just now and continued to explore the formation and altar in front of him...

…

And in the distance, in the lonely mountain forest.

“Sun Yi” noticed something and was suddenly startled.

Then he sneered: "You still dare to come?"

“You think of my name in your heart and think I won’t know it?”

He sat down cross-legged, took a blood pill, and regained his vitality. Then he was about to make calculations, but suddenly his heart trembled.

He felt a slight palpitation in his heart.

This palpitation arises out of thin air and goes away as quickly as it comes.

It seems as if the heavens are working in the dark, and some divine thoughts are arising.

It has set its sights on itself, with bad intentions, and it seems that there is a hint of "coveting" in it...

What's the meaning?

Who can and who dares to covet himself?

"Sun Yi" felt a little angry.

He wanted to work backwards.

But this spiritual thought is like a thought, extremely weak.

Like a fishhook thrown into the water, it only makes a slight ripple before sinking to the quiet bottom of the water and dormant quietly.

The water surface became calm without any trace.

It seems like someone has hidden this thought deep in his heart.

And the laws of nature are constant, and all cause and effect are already silent and operating silently...

“Sun Yi’s” eyes were deep and empty, but finally they were no longer indifferent, but were stained with a layer of frost:

"who is it…"

The mountains are dead silent, and strange demonic sounds are heard.

After a long time, "Sun Yi" turned around and continued to walk in the original direction, but his voice was hoarse, with a hint of hatred and horror:

“Don’t let me find you…”

“Otherwise…”

Before he could finish his words, he was drowned by the deep and mysterious feeling in the mountain.

Finally got out before twelve o’clock~

(End of this chapter)