Asking About Longevity: Chapter 708 Incense
Chapter 708 Incense
By the Yanshui River.
Mo Hua and the "young master" in the black mist only looked at each other.
After that, the gorgeous flower boat sailed into the dark night and gradually disappeared.
Mo Hua’s eyes were deep, and he kept these eyes in his heart silently, and then continued along the river bank, embarking on the road back to the sect.
The journey since then has been uneventful.
Half a day later, Mo Hua returned to the sect and first reported to Elder Song, who was in charge of attendance, explaining the whole story.
Contrary to Mo Hua's expectation, Elder Song, who had always been unreasonable, had an unexpectedly good attitude, and even looked a little proud.
It seems that Mo Hua asked for leave and asked for it very well, which was very honorable to him.
The ink painting is a bit confusing.
Farewell to Elder Song, Mo Hua went to greet Mr. Xun again.
Mr. Xun lowered his head and looked at the table.
The jade slips show the state boundaries of Qianxue, the order of the four major sects, eight gates, twelve streams, and one hundred sects of Qianxue.
The heavenly compass can help you gauge cause and effect.
In a gloomy secret room.
Mo Hua said solemnly, then bowed and left.
Mo Hua was also a little confused, but seeing that Mr. Xun seemed to be busy with something important, he couldn’t be bothered, so he said respectfully:
“Old sir, my disciple has left.”
Mr. Xun looked out the window.
“Qianlong Mountains”.
"It's just...where does this murderous intention come from..."
"yes."
Mr. Xun stared at the direction Mo Hua left, frowning and looking for a long time before gathering his thoughts.
Everything is calm and the years are peaceful.
These rankings are determined by the "Tao Discussion Conference", especially the most prestigious and prosperous one, the Qianzhou "Sword Discussion Conference".
If you don't make plans and think ahead, the danger of the sect's survival may seem far away, but in the blink of an eye, it may be imminent.
People have misfortunes and blessings, their families rise and fall, they are born in sorrow and die in happiness.
On the map, a huge spiritual mountain range is shown, winding and twisting, running through the boundaries of Qianxue State and the surrounding large areas, like a giant dragon created by spiritual power.
But in the dark, I am afraid that the current is already surging.
Qianzhou, a forbidden land.
It is urgent…
“How can I, the Taixu Sect, break the situation? How can I find a glimmer of hope in a dangerous situation where evil thoughts are everywhere…”
There is a four-character note on the map:
…
Mo Hua knew clearly in his heart that Elder Song must be so tolerant to him because of Mr. Xun's face.
Disciples devote themselves to cultivating Taoism, and elders preach and teach.
The Taixu Mountain outside the window is as simple and quiet as ever, with pavilions and pavilions hidden among the lush green mountains and forests.
In addition to the Tianji Compass, there is also a map and a jade slip on the table.
Outside Taixu Gate, murderous intent is everywhere.
Misty clouds and smoke float in the mountains.
Other disciples are not qualified to take so much leave.
This compass shows the cause and effect of past events.
This jade slip and this map can determine the sect's "fame and fortune".
The elder was in the middle. Mr. Xun didn't know what he was busy with. His expression was solemn. When he saw the ink painting, he only asked a few questions, but because he was busy with business, he didn't say much. He only looked at the ink painting with a slightly serious look, showing a faint look. A thoughtful look.
There may be unforeseen circumstances.
The other two are also afraid of changes.
Mr. Tu’s face was terrifyingly gloomy.
Mr. Xun looked at the Taixu Gate, which has a long history and a vast entrance hall, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly. His old face was as solemn as a mountain.
Mr. Xun already had a faint sense of crisis in his heart.
The future destiny of Taixumen depends on these three things.
Let’s talk about Mo Hua’s child’s affairs later when we have time.
But now, the heavenly compass cannot clear away the fog, the cause and effect are uncertain, and the future is unpredictable.
Mr.
Above the altar, under the huge white bones, the strange green candlelight made his face look like an evil ghost, ferocious and terrifying.
His voice was filled with anger and deep fear.
“Lord River God is missing…”
“The incarnation of the God Lord disappeared.”
“The altar was destroyed.”
“The **** fishing village was dug up three feet into the ground by someone unknown, and was completely turned over…”
“The God Lord’s minions were also caught…”
A terrible divine punishment came upon the body, and the secret room was filled with terrifying, angry and evil thoughts.
Mr. Tu knelt on the ground and clenched his teeth, blood oozing out from between his teeth.
His limbs were also twisted to a certain extent, a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice trembled.
“Ask God…forgive…”
“I already have an idea...I...”
Mr. Tu coughed up blood from his mouth and was unable to speak.
The angry evil thoughts gradually subsided and the divine punishment eased slightly. Mr. Tu coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood and was able to continue speaking.
“It’s... Taixumen...”
“Qianzhou Tianji magic has declined, and Shinto formations have disappeared. Some old people are either obsessed with fame and fortune, or they are wise to protect themselves..."
“If you suffer insufficient losses and lead to prosperity, if you indulge people’s desires without guarding their hearts, the way of spiritual thought will decline greatly.”
“Only the Taixu Sect has some legacy of Shen Nian Swordsmanship.”
“Taixumen…”
Mr. Tu has a long-term vision, "Hundreds of years ago, it was like this. As soon as the Heshen Temple was built and not long after the altar was opened, he was discovered by a genius swordsman in the Jindan realm from the Taixu Sect."
“That man has practiced the method of turning his spiritual thoughts into swords, and he has achieved a small degree of swordsmanship, but he is just a little bit…”
Mr. Tu's eyes were filled with fear, "...I just missed it by destroying the embryo of the incarnation of the God Lord and destroying the altar of the River Temple. All my hard work over the past century has been undone."
“At the critical moment, it was the God Lord who showed his great power and defeated this man, destroyed his Taoist heart, and cut off his destiny sword.”
“Kehe Temple’s incident still has a cause and effect.”
"Now hundreds of years have passed, the Heshen Temple has been discovered again, but this time it is different from the first time. This person acts covertly, has careful methods, is invisible to ghosts, and does not reveal any news. Moreover, the power of his spiritual thoughts is so powerful. It’s terrible, the method of killing with divine will is very cruel…”
“The Lord River God who guards one side, and the incarnation of the immortal God Lord, are all..."
Mr. Tu’s heart trembled and he did not dare to say any more.
He felt that in the secret room, the power of God's thoughts was colder and more terrifying, but he did not blame himself, so he slowly spoke and continued:
“This is no coincidence!”
"Hundreds of years ago, it was Taixu Sect's sword cultivators who broke into the River Temple. Today, hundreds of years later, the nightmare is shattered and the River Temple is destroyed. The cause and effect will most likely fall on... Taixu." Door!"
Mr. Tu’s eyes flashed with a cold light.
“You can find the entrance to the fishing village, you can walk to the river temple safely, you can open the altar to enter the nightmare of the god, you can kill the many demons in the nightmare, you can even risk catastrophe..."
Behead the river **** and the incarnation of the god…
Mr. Tu paused and continued:
“…This person is most likely to be from the Taixu Sect, a master who has achieved great success in swordsmanship in recent years, or even an old monster from the back mountain who has never been born…”
“He wants to avenge the genius sword cultivator who broke his halberd and sword back then!”
"Even if it is not the true successor of Taixu Sect, it must be closely related to Taixu Sect. Practice the method of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords and take the path of unifying swordsmanship and Taoism."
“Not even just Taixumen…”
Mr. Tu's heart trembled, as if he was thinking of an ancient, huge, three-way converging swordsmanship inheritance that can no longer be mentioned, and there was hidden fear in his eyes.
“Tai Ah casts the divine sword, Chongxu develops sword energy, Taixu transforms sword intent…”
Each time he recited a sentence, Mr. Tu felt terrified. By the end of the recitation, his whole body was penetrated by the sword intent, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and he did not dare to continue reciting.
Mr. Tu finally knelt down and worshiped devoutly in front of the huge and ferocious white bone statue with ram’s horns.
“Taixumen is the source of rebellion.”
“Gu Changhuai and the Gu family are minions who help the evil tyranny.”
“The plan is going to be advanced...”
“The sect that deserves to decline will fall; the inheritance that deserves to be exterminated will be extinct; those who dare to block the master’s grand plan will also be doomed..."
“The steps of flesh and blood have been paved; the evil and ruthless dogs are being cultivated; the great plan of the Lord of God is irreversible; the coming of the Lord of God is just around the corner…”
And the bloodline of Dahuang can also see the light of day again...
Mr. Tu paused and fell to the ground, his eyes filled with blood and tears, full of piety.
…
A few days later, a small fishing village.
After Mo Hua and the others left, people from Daotingsi came and did some things to deal with the aftermath. All things related to the evil **** were destroyed according to Mo Hua's instructions. Gu Changhuai made a special exception and allowed all the monks in the small fishing village to become monks and stay in a nearby second-level immortal city.
If something happens like this, Daotingsi will also take care of it.
The Gu family and several nearby families have also said hello and will not allow them to bully the market and oppress the fishing cultivators.
The life of the fisherman in the small fishing village has become easier because of this.
Only occasionally, when they are free from fishing, they will still remember some remaining "nightmares".
"It's strange to say that a few days ago, I had nightmares every now and then. I dreamed that I was drowned in the water while fishing, or eaten by a water monster. When I woke up, I was covered in cold sweat and my back was wet... "
“I dreamed that I was starving to death, and when I woke up I was even hungrier…”
“My boat was capsized by a wave, and several water monsters fought to eat me. It still hurts when I think about it..."
…
Someone sighed: "Me too, I dreamed that my wife, whom I had worked so hard to marry, was snatched away..."
Everyone sighed, and then they were startled, "Don't you have a wife?"
The fisherman said displeasedly:
“Dreams, you know? Dreams! What’s more real than dreams?”
“Although the dream is false, the pain is real!”
Everyone was speechless for a moment.
At this point, someone suddenly looked serious and said with some fear: "I dreamed of a more terrifying thing..."
Seeing everyone looking at him, he swallowed and his eyes were frightened. It was obvious that he was still frightened when he thought about it:
"I dreamed that there was a big fish monster. Its head was as big as a temple, its whiskers were as thick as a tree, its fangs were white and its body was bloody. It looked very scary. It was eating people everywhere. I was almost eaten by it. Already…”
When he said this, several people's expressions changed.
"What's wrong?"
“I’ve also dreamed about this fish monster...”
“Me too! It was so scary that I didn’t dare to say anything...”
“And me, I was afraid that I would break a taboo and get into trouble by speaking out, so I never dared to speak…”
“Things in dreams can be true or false. No one can guarantee it. There really is no such thing as a big fish monster. If it does exist and I tell it and let it know, then I will be finished.”
“Isn’t it dead? What are you afraid of?”
“Nonsense, how do you know it’s dead?”
“I saw it with my own eyes in my dream…”
"Why did not I see."
"I saw…"
There were different opinions at the time, some said they had seen it, some said they had not seen it, and there was no consensus.
One of the people snorted and said with some air of embarrassment:
“You are not lucky enough to see the end…”
"I saw it with my own eyes that day! The **** fish monster was catching people everywhere to eat, and then suddenly a golden light flashed, and a golden little fairy came out of the air, holding a golden sword, shining brightly..."
“The fish monster looks fierce, with waves of blood flowing into the sky, and very arrogant, but it is no match for the little immortal.”
“In just a few rounds, this terrifying fish monster was defeated by the little fairy.”
“The little fairy placed the fish monster’s head on the platform, raised his sword and with a flash of golden light, he cut off the fish monster’s head and ended its life with just one stroke of his sword!”
After the man finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed, with a shocked look on his face.
Other fishing cultivators who had never seen the fish monster die also took a breath.
“What a majestic little fairy!”
“Great magical powers!”
Some people couldn't help but ask, "Why is this little fairy so small? Can't he grow up?"
"How do I know... about immortals? How do I know..."
“It’s because I haven’t cultivated to perfection.”
“You are already so powerful when you are so young, but when you grow up, you still get it...”
“It’s natural…”
“Then where has this little fairy gone?”
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, "After killing the river monster, it disappeared. The immortal came and went without a trace. Who knows where he went..."
“Speaking of which, this must not be an immortal.”
“Being in a dream and slaying river monsters, what is this but an immortal? Have you ever seen a real immortal?”
The man shook his head, "I haven't seen it before..."
“That’s it.”
Everyone was chatting, and suddenly someone said mysteriously:
“I think that the nightmares and misfortunes we had in the past few days were probably related to this **** fish monster.”
Others were startled for a moment, then nodded, "That makes sense..."
“You think, if this fish monster comes again, what should we do?”
“Kill it…”
“Who is going to kill? Are you going to kill?”
“I’m definitely not going to make it…”
“Let that little immortal kill you again?”
"This little immortal killed the fish monster once, and we have already received his kindness for no reason. Why should he kill it again for no reason?"
"Too…"
“How about,” someone said, “let’s offer incense and pay homage to this little immortal?”
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then began to think deeply.
The man continued: "Think about it, if you don't burn incense on weekdays and just embrace Buddhism temporarily, it will definitely not work. That little immortal can't always protect us like this for no reason."
“But if we worship him every day and offer incense to him, and when monsters come again, he will cut the sword for us and get rid of evil spirits, isn’t it reasonable?”
All the fishing cultivators suddenly understood and nodded one after another.
“That makes sense…”
“This is consistent with cause and effect.”
"It's good to worship him. No matter how you say it, we have received great favor from the little immortal. If we worship him, we will feel better."
The wind and waves in the river are strong, and there is a fine line between life and death.
These fishermen are used to this kind of fearful life, and almost instinctively, they still want to worship something and pray to some existence in the dark world.
Even if you really don’t get protection, you still want peace of mind.
So everyone discussed and worked together to build a small immortal temple on the mountain wall behind the village.
It is said to be an immortal temple, but in fact it is more like a small shrine.
On the mountain wall, the rocks were hollowed out to make room for a small offering table, with some melon and fruit offerings placed, and a small clay sculpture in the middle.
This small clay sculpture is made by Yu Yu, the head sculptor.
When he was young, he also traveled and saw some of the world.
He had seen a lot of stone and clay statues of gods enshrined in some temples, and it came in handy at this time to make one based on them.
Just after getting ready for his body, when he was about to pinch his face, Lao Yutou was a little confused and asked: "What does that little immortal look like?"
He raised blood fish, his faith was devoured more, and his consciousness became weaker.
In the dream, he fainted early and did not see any little fairy holding a golden sword to kill the fish monster.
“My whole body is covered with golden light and I can’t see clearly...” someone said.
“Go and ask if anyone has seen clearly what this little immortal looks like.” Lao Yutou
But after everyone asked around, they all shook their heads.
Someone said: "Uncle Yu, you can just pinch it, as long as it happens, the clay sculpture is not the original shape."
Others echoed: "Yes, yes."
Lao Yutou thought about it and felt that it was right.
The little fairy who is very kind to everyone in the small fishing village...
Inexplicably, the face painted in ink came to mind.
The more Lao Yutou thought about it, the more appropriate it became.
If there really is such a little immortal, he should look like Mr. Mo.
Handsome and kind, with sparkling eyes, gentle temperament, and an extraordinary celestial spirit, and a bit of hatred for evil.
Old Yutou then made a clay sculpture of a little immortal sitting upright with a golden sword on his back, according to the ink painting.
But his craftsmanship is not good, and he is only fifty or sixty-six percent similar.
Only the eyebrows and eyes are lively and lively, and there are eighty-nine points of shadows in ink paintings.
After the clay sculpture is kneaded, it is offered in the small temple.
From now on, if you fish on a cloudy day or go to the river on a rainy day, the weather will be bad, or you may have nightmares all day long, and you may be disturbed by evil spirits.
Fishing cultivators from small fishing villages will go to this little immortal temple, burn a stick of incense and pay homage to this little immortal holding a golden sword.
Amidst the swirling incense, the fishermen cultivators did not notice that a weak little silver fish slowly swam into the small immortal temple, hid behind the majestic little immortal statue, rubbed the incense drawn in ink, and Bit by bit, he rested his spiritual body.
(End of this chapter)