Asking About Longevity: Chapter 517 Go to hell
Chapter 517 Go to hell
On the tomb mountain, the corpse-burning array was burning with fire.
Except for small zombies, all walking zombies, iron zombies, including the zombie king, must be thoroughly refined in the corpse-burning array to achieve evil results.
There are too many walking corpses, so most of the ashes after burning are buried together.
The Lu family was ransacked and fell apart.
Among the iron corpses, no one cared about the elders of the Lu family. After burning them, they buried them casually and simply set up a tomb. Not only did they not have anyone to worship them, they were even despised. Every time a monk from Nanyue City passed by, they would spit. Take a few bites.
Some foundation-building monks from other families or sects will be recognized after being incinerated and buried in their own ancestral graves.
The ashes and ink paintings of the elders of the Xiaolingyin Sect have also been solemnly collected and will be handed over to Yan Jiaoxi for a proper burial.
Since I learned the Lingshu Formation, I can be considered a favored person from the Xiaolingyin Sect.
So I also put some thought into it.
The corpse-burning array lasted for more than ten days. All the walking corpses and iron corpses were incinerated, and in the end only the Corpse King remained.
But the Corpse King cannot be incinerated.
Even though the formation used to refine the Corpse King in the corpse-burning complex was a second-grade formation with stagnant flames and almost molten iron, it still couldn't do anything to the Corpse King.
The Corpse King closed his eyes and folded his hands on his chest. He was in the raging flames and was burned by the fire. His body was a deep red copper color, but there was no trace of incineration at all.
After several days, the body of the Corpse King was still the same, immune to the fire.
Yang Jishan frowned.
Everyone also looked solemn.
The monks who knew the inside story were even more frightened.
The Corpse King is the scourge of Dao evil, and there is hope that Dao evil will be reborn, so it is very difficult to deal with.
Now it has surrendered to Mo Hua and lost the qualification to be promoted to Dao Evil. It is temporarily sleeping. However, if it is not killed, no one can say whether changes will occur in the future.
Yang Jishan and others tried various methods.
Spiritual weapons, spells, talismans, and other more powerful second-level formations can only damage the corpse king's flesh at most, and cannot completely incinerate him.
There was no other way, Yang Jishan could only go to Mo Hua to see if there was anything he could do about it.
Daoting was responsible for the corpse-burning array, and Mo Hua didn't have much involvement.
He only controls the Corpse King and walks into the Corpse Burning Array, and doesn’t care about anything else.
At this time, Yang Jishan asked him, and Mo Hua took a special look.
Above the tomb mountain, the flames were like the sea.
The corpse king was immersed in the sea of fire and burned by the flames, but his body did not deteriorate.
Mo Hua also frowned, a little confused.
Logically speaking, with the power of the second-grade formation, even if the Corpse King is a copper corpse, it will be refined into a pool of "copper water" after being refined for so long.
Mo Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness to perceive. After a moment, he realized that there seemed to be a vague Tao Yun wrapped around the body of the Corpse King.
The bronze corpse could not withstand the incineration of the corpse-burning array.
But this corpse king is not only a bronze corpse, it is also a corpse king.
This silk Dao Yun is similar to the Dao Yun of the earth that I perceived before ink painting.
But it is deformed, mutated, ferocious, and evil.
This is the twisted "Tao Yun" of Dao evil.
It is also the source of evil.
This twisted Tao Yun makes the corpse king's body unable to be refined, and at the same time it also breeds the corpse king's independent consciousness.
When Mo Hua clearly sensed this silk thread, the Corpse King suddenly opened his eyes.
Its eyes became dark and empty, looking at the ink painting indifferently.
At the same time, a ferocious phantom appeared in the sea of consciousness in the ink painting.
This phantom is both the King of Corpses, but not entirely the King of Corpses.
It's body is wrapped with a layer of faint, mysterious and terrifying aura, and it looks at the ink painting with deep hatred and hatred.
This is the aura of evil spirits.
It seems that he was resentful because of his premature death due to ink painting.
Ink painting is calm and unafraid, looking at it calmly.
The "Corpse King"'s eyes touched the ink painting, and suddenly he became a little fierce, with deep fear hidden in his spiteful expression.
Like a vicious servant who wants to devour his master, but his hidden evil intentions are discovered by his master.
So underneath the ferociousness, there is hidden cowardice.
Mo Hua understood it clearly.
The Corpse King surrenders to himself, and the Dao Yun in the Corpse King is naturally afraid of himself.
It wants to devour the Lord.
Only by devouring the master can the Tao aggregates grow and the corpse king become a Tao evildoer.
But as long as it can't devour the Lord, it can only obey its own orders!
Since you have to listen to yourself, it will be easy.
Mo Hua’s eyes were slightly cold, his voice was cold, and he commanded irresistibly:
“You evil beast, die.”
Yang Jishan and others trembled when they heard this.
And the corpse king's eyes were even more frightened.
You ask your minister to die, but you have no choice but to die!
At the same time as Mo Hua ordered, Dao Yun on the corpse king turned into a ferocious corpse shadow, with red eyes and a ferocious face, twisting, roaring, and roaring.
But no matter how unwilling and struggling it is, the rules of the road lie, and it must die according to the orders of Mo Hua.
Its figure gradually dimmed, and the aura of evil gradually dissipated.
At the same time, the Corpse King also roared, causing the corpse-burning formation to burst into flames. Then in the shocked eyes of everyone, the skin and flesh withered, the face collapsed, and was gradually reduced to ashes by the raging fire...
The Corpse King is really dead...
The monks looked at the ink paintings with a hint of fear in their eyes.
The Lord of Ten Thousand Corpses, the Corpse King who is the incarnation of evil, actually died because of a word drawn by Mo Hua...
It’s just that no one knows what is going on.
They wanted to ask, but for the moment they were overwhelmed by the momentum of the ink painting calling the Corpse King to die, so they didn't dare to ask.
Only the skinny old man had a solemn look in his eyes, showing a contemplative look.
But no matter what, once the Corpse King died, the corpse plague truly subsided.
This matter has finally come to an end.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Over the past few days, I have gone through twists and turns, fought to the death, and experienced several changes. I have been wandering on the line between life and death, and I have witnessed scenes that are frightening and unbelievable. Now I can finally feel relieved and relieved.
Mo Hua also breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned and left with brisk steps.
Just as he turned around, his heart suddenly started beating.
In the dark, I had a premonition.
It seemed as if something ferocious was lodged in him.
This thing is deformed and violent, like the Dao Yun, but extremely twisted, like the evil thoughts of the Corpse King, full of hatred, and staring covetously at itself.
But once I felt it, it seemed frightened and disappeared without a trace. I don’t know where it hid...
This feeling is exactly the same as the evil Tao Yun in the corpse king.
“But hasn’t it already dissipated?”
The ink painting is confusing.
When it comes to evil, Mo Hua has to be more cautious.
When he returned, he went to ask Mr. Zhuang for advice.
“Master, the evil spirits of death seem to be entangled with me...”
Mr. Zhuang was a little surprised, but not surprised. He lay on the bamboo chair and said leisurely:
“You ruined its opportunity, and it will not be able to do evil things, so it will naturally hate you, so the Tao aggregate will be integrated into your cause and effect.”
“Integrated into cause and effect?”
I don’t understand the ink painting.
Mr. Zhuang explained:
“Everything in the world has cause and effect. Every plant, every tree, every drink and every peck cannot escape the category of cause and effect.”
Mo Hua felt that Mr. Zhuang seemed to understand what he said, but when he thought about it carefully, he was still confused.
Mr. Zhuang sighed: "Don't think too complicatedly. Cause and effect is just one of the laws of the great road. All things move and have their own laws. This is cause and effect."
“The same goes for people.”
“A person’s past, actions, and thoughts are all composed of a cycle of cause and effect.”
“And everything a person has in the past constitutes a cause, and everything in the future is an effect based on the past cause.”
“So cause and effect also constitutes human destiny.”
“The fate of the past is fixed and unchangeable, but the fate of the future may change in countless ways according to your past fate...”
Mo Hua seemed to have some understanding and nodded.
Mr. Zhuang glanced at the ink painting. There was some hope in his eyes, "As long as you know the cause and effect now, it's useless to think too much..."
“In the future, your spiritual consciousness will be stronger, you will have more experience, and your experience will be broader, and you will have a more thorough understanding of the avenues, formations, and everything else. Then you can study..."
Mo Hua couldn't help but ask: "Master, is the thing 'cause and effect' really useful?" Mr. Zhuang said: "It can be useless, but it can also be of great use. It all depends on how far you can understand it."
Mo Hua rolled his eyes and asked:
“Master, is it a good thing or a bad thing that evil is merged into cause and effect?”
“It’s not a good thing.” Mr. Zhuang said.
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.
“But it’s not a bad thing.” Mr. Zhuang said again.
Mo Hua opened his mouth and couldn't help but mutter:
“Master, if you say this, it’s the same as if you didn’t say it…”
Mr. Zhuang lightly tapped Mo Hua’s head and said with a smile:
“In this world, everything has pros and cons, and blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. There are no absolute good or bad things.”
“Then what should I do?” Mo Hua asked.
Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "Just keep a normal mind, stick to the Taoist mind, don't worry, don't be afraid, don't even think about it. When your consciousness becomes strong, everything will be solved..."
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, remembering what Mr. Zhuang said before:
“If the Taoist heart is clear and the spiritual mind is strong, then all evil will not invade...Is that so, Master?”
Mr. Zhuang nodded happily.
Mo Hua felt relieved now.
It’s just that he didn’t notice that Mr. Zhuang’s lowered gaze was a little solemn and his expression was a little solemn.
When Mo Hua stood up to say goodbye, Mr. Zhuang suddenly said:
“Ink painting.”
Mo Hua looked at Mr. Zhuang with some confusion.
Mr. Zhuang paused for a moment, and then asked:
“How does this sinful Tao aggregate merge into your cause and effect?”
Mo Hua thought for a moment and said truthfully:
"It seems like...I ordered it to die, and it died, but it didn't die completely, and it started to hate me..."
Mr. Zhuang's eyes glazed over, his fingers hidden in his sleeves trembled, and his heart palpitated.
“Order it... to die?”
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and said worriedly, "Master, is there any trouble?"
Mr. Zhuang narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly:
“It doesn’t matter, just remember what I just told you.”
“Okay, Master!”
Since Master said it doesn’t matter, then it should be nothing.
Mo Hua felt relaxed and left happily.
After Mo Hua left, Mr. Zhuang sighed deeply and frowned.
The figure of the old man appeared and he sighed softly:
“Too courageous…”
For the first time, Mr. Zhuang did not refute, but nodded in agreement:
“Yeah, I’m so brave…”
He actually ordered Dao Ni to die...
The ignorant are fearless.
The key is that this evildoer really just listened to his words and died...
Mr. Zhuang said helplessly:
"The Corpse King is not considered a Taoist evil yet. Asking the Corpse King to kneel down is just a sign of great karma. But now that he is ordering the Taoist evil to die in front of his face, he has swallowed this great karma in one gulp. He is really... audacious. Already…”
The old man looked at Mr. Zhuang with disdain, "Weren't you very proud before? You know you regret it? What should you do now?"
Mr. Zhuang sighed.
He calculated the cause and effect, and when the King of Corpses was subdued, everything was over.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an unexpected incident in the end.
Had he known it earlier, he should have lowered his dignity, stopped pretending to be a superior person, and told Mo Hua to stop meddling in his own business.
The matter of the corpse king’s cremation is just a headache for the people in Daoting.
The old man frowned again and said:
“However, even if Dao evil is integrated into cause and effect, it doesn’t matter. It’s not a real Dao evil, it’s just a twisted aura.”
“Here’s the problem…”
Mr. Zhuang sighed, "Mo Hua is following the path of 'spiritual consciousness and enlightenment'. In the future, when the spiritual consciousness is strong enough and the understanding of heaven and earth is deep enough, it will inevitably develop its own Taoist accumulation."
“There may be a breath of evil, entangled in cause and effect.”
“What he raised may not be the Dao Aggregate, but... he used flesh and blood to support his own ‘Dao sins’…”
As soon as he said this, the old man's face turned pale.
Transformed into evil!
Then he is really a demon more terrifying than the trickster.
Puppet Lao frowned and said, "The child Mo Hua's mind is pure and clear, so he shouldn't be like this."
"It seems like this now..." Mr. Zhuang slowly lay down, his eyes uncertain, "But who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"
"Especially...he is still young and can still have no distracting thoughts."
"But in the future, when he grows up and sees many things, his mind will inevitably be confused. If his emotions change and a thought becomes a demon, he will..."
Mr. Zhuang’s voice gradually became inaudible.
Puppet Lao raised his eyebrows, "You mean, the Bai family?"
Mr. Zhuang raised his eyebrows but did not say anything clearly.
But both of them knew it well.
The two children may be confused and unclear about their feelings when they get along day and night, but the two elders can clearly see the growing affection.
“Bai family…”
Mr. Zhuang shook his head with some disdain, but there was deep fear in his eyes.
The old man's expression was as cold as a knife.
The water in the Bai family is really bottomless...
Mr. Zhuang looked into the distance and sighed, "This kid, Mo Hua, is a very affectionate person. The more he is like this, the more vulnerable he is to getting hurt. Even without that little girl, if there is an accident, parents and friends will probably be hurt." His temperament changed..."
The old man frowned, glanced at Mr. Zhuang, shook his head and said:
"I don't think so. Although this child has a good heart, he is not that upright. He is smart, occasionally bad-tempered, thoughtful, and knows how to adapt. He should not be able to reach this stage."
“I hope so...” Mr. Zhuang sighed.
"Why don't you explain this matter to him clearly?" asked the old man.
“It’s useless to explain clearly...” Mr. Zhuang shook his head.
"If you explain things like Dao evil and Dao Yun clearly, it will make him look forward and backward, mess up his thoughts, and ruin his mood."
“It’s better to let him believe that the Taoist heart is clear and immune to all evil. If he has no distractions and hone his spiritual thoughts, he may really be immune to all evil..."
“Anyway, what he has to do is the same. Cultivating his spiritual consciousness to the extreme, without any worries, makes it easier to move forward.”
The old man nodded slightly.
Mr. Zhuang closed his eyes and meditated. After a moment, he remembered something and opened his eyes again and said:
“And, that’s not necessarily a bad thing…”
The old man had a clear understanding and said slowly:
“You mean, the trickster?”
The deceitful Taoist is a Taoist from the Demonic Cult who practices deceitful ways.
It cannot be read, cannot be thought of, and cannot be named.
But the old man had no scruples and called him "the trickster", but there was nothing strange about him.
Mr. Zhuang nodded and said with deep eyes:
“Dao evil has a form and a spirit.”
“The corpse king is the embryo of Dao evil, and its form is destroyed. After the death of the god, he has resentment in his heart, and the remaining breath of Dao evil is merged with cause and effect.”
“The evils at the causal level are almost immortal and are extremely difficult to deal with.”
“Even for my senior brother, it’s the same.”
“But for ink paintings, there are some differences.”
“Although there was some chance, he relied on his own ability to make Dao Ni surrender and ordered Dao Ni to die.”
“Ink painting is the master of evil.”
“Tao evil is hidden in the cause and effect of ink paintings, and it must have a backlash. It tries every possible means to devour the master, but as long as it cannot devour the master, it must protect the master!”
“So, this is a sharp sword.”
“If the sword blade points inward, it is possible to destroy the Tao Yun of the ink painting, but if the sword blade points outward, it is really possible to make the ink painting be in the cause and effect, and all evil will not invade!”
“Because there are extremely evil and evil things hidden in his destiny!”
“The evil in the Tao is extremely evil and evil, so no evil can invade it!”
Mr. Zhuang has sharp eyes.
The old man was also horrified.
If this is the case, then Mo Hua, this seemingly inconspicuous little monk, is the real terror in the calculation of heaven and earth.
His fate of cause and effect, hidden evil, is a huge abyss that cannot be peered into, cannot be calculated, and cannot be invaded!
(End of this chapter)