Asking About Longevity: Chapter 48 guest

 Chapter 48 Guests

 At the foot of the mountain road in front of the gate of Zuowangju, there were three monks standing.

 Among the three monks, two children stood in front, and behind them was a woman wearing a veil.

There are two children, a boy and a girl. They look a little bigger than the ink paintings. They are dressed in bright and luxurious clothes. They don't look like ordinary people, and their status is unusual. At this time, the two of them were standing respectfully on the steps in front of the door, saluting toward the mountain.

The boy is handsome and has shining eyes.

The girl is extremely beautiful. When the sun shines on her face, her complexion is actually whiter and more transparent than ice and snow.

Looking from a distance, the two of them look like the golden boy and beautiful girl under the Immortal Seat.

Behind the two children, stood a tall woman with a veil. Her face could not be seen clearly. She looked like a housekeeper or a guard of the family. There was no spiritual fluctuation around her, but she had a sense of oppression that Mo Hua had never felt before.

“It looks like he is a child of a noble family and has come to study with Mr. Zhuang…”

Mo Hua secretly speculated, but this matter was obviously decided by Mr. Zhuang and had nothing to do with him.

Mo Hua just needs to learn the formation from Mr. Zhuang well. After all, he is only a registered disciple, and he doesn’t know how long Mr. Zhuang can teach him.

Mo Hua went up the mountain by himself, and the three people at the door naturally saw Mo Hua. However, seeing that Mo Hua was plainly dressed and had low spiritual power, they only glanced at him briefly and didn't pay much attention.

　　Until Mo Hua walked straight in front of them, stepped onto the remote mountain road, and arrived at Tingluo in the clouds and mist.

Then he stretched out his little hand and pushed open the bamboo door that they had waited for several hours at night without opening. They walked in casually as if they were entering their own home...

 The expressions on the faces of the three people were complicated.

The two children couldn't help but glance at the woman behind them. The woman secretly shook her head and signaled their patience. Then the two children calmed down and continued to wait respectfully.

Mo Hua entered the courtyard, put down the bamboo basket he was carrying, took out a plate of sauced meat and several dishes of snacks from the bamboo basket, and placed them on a small table in the courtyard, so that when Mr. Zhuang got up, he could have wine in front of the scenery in the courtyard. Or sipping tea.

Mo Hua secretly glanced into the back room, and sure enough, his husband was still asleep.

 Mo Hua gave two boxes of fried pine nuts to Puppet Lao. Puppet Lao got up early and was playing Five Elements Chess by himself. His face was calm. He didn't know whether he was interesting or bored.

Mo Hua put the pine nuts aside. Puppet tasted one and his expression changed slightly, "The taste is different."

“These are two flavors. One uses licorice with a light fragrance, and the other uses spicy spices when frying. My mother told you to try it for a change.”

Puppet Lao tasted one pill from each box, nodded, and said: "You learn the formation first, and come over and play chess with me when you are tired."

Mo Hua ran to the study room to find a few formation books that he had not finished reading. Then he ran to the big locust tree in the courtyard, sat on a small wooden pillar, leaned on a small stone table, and learned the formation.

This small table and wooden pier were specially made by Mr. Puppet for Mo Hua, and then placed in the place that Mo Hua likes. The height of the table and wooden pier is also very suitable.

Mr. Zhuang is lazy and does not ask too much for ink painting. However, ink painting knows that opportunities are rare and it is unlikely that he will have the opportunity to get guidance from an expert like Mr. Zhuang in the future.

 So I study ink painting very seriously.

 For casual practitioners like Mo Hua, even just being a registered disciple is already a great opportunity.

Mo Hua was grateful and never slacked off.

Studying formation books and copying formations require the consumption of spiritual consciousness. After the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is exhausted, use meditation to recover it, and then continue to read calligraphy and painting formations. Then the spiritual consciousness is exhausted, and continue meditation to recover until it is exhausted again. , it is not appropriate to continue meditating.

In Mr. Zhuang’s words, too much is too little. Although I don’t think there is anything wrong with ink painting, I still follow Mr. Zhuang’s teachings.

At this time, when his consciousness is exhausted and he cannot read or draw formations, Mo Hua will go to Puppet Lao to play chess.

Wuxing Chess is easy to understand and does not require much thinking, so it is easy to play. After Mo Hua and Puppet Lao played a few games of chess, it was getting late, so Mo Hua said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang and went back, taking the empty plates and food boxes back with him.

The sun was setting in the west and the sunset was over the mountains. When Mo Hua left Mr. Zhuang's yard, he found that the three people he met in the morning were still standing outside the door. Although their postures and expressions were still respectful, they were all a little tired.

Even a monk would feel a little uncomfortable if he stood like this for a whole day without eating or drinking, let alone two children who were not much older than Mo Hua.

But Mo Hua doesn’t want to meddle in other people’s business.

They have been standing outside the door for a day. It is impossible for Mr. Zhuang not to know that in this situation, it is obvious that Mr. Zhuang does not want to see them.

 See or not, Mr. Zhuang has his own plans, it is his turn to worry blindly.

So Mo Hua just gave a brief salute to the three of them, and then went down the mountain without saying a word, carrying a small basket.

When he went up the mountain the next day, Mo Hua found that the three of them were still standing outside the door.

 The mountains are hot during the day, but cool and dewy at night.

The three of them stood for a day and a night. The woman with the veil was lucky. After all, her cultivation was deep enough to withstand the cold and heat.

The two children were a little haggard. The boy looked tired and was obviously gritting his teeth to hold on. His eyes were full of stubbornness.

 The girl's face turned a little pale again, and she looked like a pear blossom with dew, but her clear eyes also showed determination.

Mo Hua took another sneak peek and couldn't help but sigh, good-looking people really look good at any time.

However, Mo Hua has no disturbance in his heart.

 In this world, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she has nothing to do with you.

The ink painting was still the same as yesterday. He opened the bamboo door as if there was no one else around, and walked into Mr. Zhuang's yard with a small basket in his arms under the complex and somewhat resentful eyes of the three people.

Mo Hua thought that these three people should be able to leave in three or four days at most, but the three of them have been waiting at the door for seven days. The two children's faces were as white as paper, and they still showed no intention of retreating. Mo Hua couldn't help but admire their perseverance. .

Especially when I thought that when I met Mr. Zhuang, I encountered no obstruction, but these three people stood there for seven days without eating or drinking, but they didn't even get through the door, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The next day, Mo Hua prepared a few questions about formations and went to ask Mr. Zhuang for advice.

Mr. Zhuang looked as usual and answered patiently. He only occasionally looked out the door with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mo Hua said, "Sir, don't you want to see the people outside the door?"

Mr. Zhuang came back to his senses. He didn’t want to say anything at first, but after looking at the ink painting, he still said:

“We are old friends, and we are entangled by fate. I don’t want to get involved, so it’s better not to see each other.”

Mo Hua said: "Then I will let them go back."

Mr. Zhuang's expression changed slightly, "They have been standing here for seven days. If they could retreat, they would have retreated long ago. Now that they are here, will they still listen to you?"

"How will you know if you don't try?" Mo Hua smiled, "They stood outside for seven days and disturbed my husband's purity. He couldn't even sleep well."

 In the past, I mostly slept in until the afternoon, but now I get up at noon...

Mr. Zhuang said with great interest: "Okay, you go and try it, let them go back, and don't disturb the purity of the mountain."

 (End of this chapter)