Asking About Longevity

Chapter 53 Disciple

Bai Zisheng felt a little guilty, and then a little annoyed. He felt that his momentum had weakened, so he raised his chest and raised his head, glaring at Mo Hua.

“They probably have other reasons for becoming disciples…”

Mo Hua thought silently in his heart, then ignored Bai Zisheng and focused on reading the "Preliminary Interpretation of the Five Elements Formation" for enlightenment.

Today he is going to finish reading this book, and then he has some questions. He is going to ask Mr. Zhuang for advice in the evening. If he continues chatting, he will not finish the book.

Bai Zisheng was bored and didn't know what to do when he first arrived, so he and Bai Zixi held the spirit stones aside and meditated.

When they were practicing, the spiritual power all over their bodies showed a light blue color. Judging from the richness of the spiritual power, the two of them should have reached the advanced stage of Qi refining.

Mo Hua was secretly stunned. As expected, the background of the aristocratic family is different from ordinary monks. Although the two of them are only two or three years older than Mo Hua, their cultivation level is already four or five small realms higher than Mo Hua.

 Furthermore, judging from Bai Zisheng’s words just now, it can be seen that the two of them are very talented and skilled in formations.

Mo Hua secretly said: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. You should not be proud, but you should not be discouraged. Just practice and learn the formation in a down-to-earth manner."

Mo Hua quickly calmed down and continued to concentrate on reading the formation book.

A cool breeze blew up from the mountains, blowing away the leaves and stirring the water in the pond, creating ripples, and then everything became calm again.

Mr. Zhuang’s courtyard used to have only one disciple, but now there are three.

Mo Hua has also become the one with the lowest cultivation level, the worst qualifications, and the most inconspicuous among the three named disciples.

 After Mo Hua finished reading "The Preliminary Interpretation of the Five Elements Formation" and asked Mr. Zhuang questions, it was almost evening and the sunset was covering the mountains. It was time to go home.

Mo Hua said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang, and said goodbye to the Bai brothers and sisters at the intersection. Then he carried his storage bag and went down the mountain in the glow of the twilight on the mountain road.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were walking on another mountain road. On the way, Bai Zisheng couldn't help but ask:

“Aunt Xue, can you tell what kind of spiritual root the ink painting has?”

Aunt Xue hesitated for a moment and said: "Looking at the fluctuations in his spiritual power, he should have the spiritual root of Xiao Wu Xing. His spiritual power is meager, his appearance is average, and he doesn't seem to have formally learned the exercises."

“Ordinary small five-element spiritual root, of average quality, it is a formation book used for enlightenment...”

Bai Zisheng muttered, and then said: "With my sister and I's qualifications, Mr. Zhuang is willing to accept him as a registered disciple, and it's for my mother's sake. How can that boy named Mo Hua be able to make Mr. Zhuang accept him as a registered disciple?" What about being a named disciple?"

Aunt Xue frowned slightly, remembering Mo Hua’s words and deeds, and said:

 “Mr. Zhuang is very eclectic in his actions, and accepting disciples may not only be based on qualifications…”

Aunt Xue explained: "Moreover, cultivation is a long time, so we can't just look at the speed of the moment. Mo Hua, this kid, should only be a casual cultivator. Unlike the aristocratic family, casual cultivators have no inheritance and little foundation. Whether it is cultivation or formation, it is difficult to start. It's very late, and the progress is very slow, and the progress cannot be compared with the children of aristocratic families."

Bai Zisheng asked: "Is the gap between casual cultivators and aristocratic cultivators really that big?"

“The gap is not only huge, it’s not an exaggeration to say it’s a world of difference.”

Aunt Xue sighed and said:

"Any inconspicuous skill or formation inherited by a family can be regarded as a family heirloom if it is placed in the hands of casual cultivators. The classics that our Bai family teaches our children to enlighten, those ordinary casual cultivators may spend their entire lives There is no chance to see them."

Bai Zisheng was secretly speechless.

Aunt Xue then warned: "No matter what your background is in Mo Hua, you are now considered half of the same sect. Don't be scornful, don't get angry with him, and your words must be measured, otherwise you may make Mr. Zhuang unhappy."

 “I understand, Aunt Xue.” Bai Zisheng responded with a vague understanding.

 The next day, the Bai brothers and sisters went up the mountain at Chenshi and studied with Mr. Zhuang together with Mo Hua.

Puppet Lao placed two more stone tables under the big locust tree. These two stone tables were next to Mo Hua's small table.

 The three children then practiced and studied independently, and in the evening they went to Mr. Zhuang to seek answers.

The Bai brothers and sisters are a step ahead of Mo Hua in terms of cultivation and formation knowledge. Many of the questions they ask are difficult to understand in Mo Hua, but Mr. Zhuang can often get to the point with a few casual remarks.

Although the ink painting is not fully understood, it has benefited a lot from the subtle influence.

Mo Hua thought about it. It was a good thing for Mr. Zhuang to accept the Bai family brothers and sisters as his registered disciples. Otherwise, he had never been exposed to many questions and would not be able to ask them.

Now there are people helping Mo Hua ask questions, and Mr. Zhuang answers. Mo Hua just needs to listen carefully.

In this way, the three of them became Mr. Zhuang's registered disciples together. Their daily life was to practice separately, draw formations, and then ask Mr. Zhuang to answer questions, and then go home. The three of them don't talk much on weekdays. Mo Hua concentrates on reading and doesn't have much time for small talk.

Bai Zisheng is a little arrogant. If Mo Hua doesn't talk to him, he will naturally not talk to Mo Hua. Bai Zixi has a cold temperament and doesn't like to talk much.

 Such days lasted for a month, until one evening Dahu and his three friends found Mo Hua and said that the Lotus Flower Festival was coming, and asked Mo Hua to go shopping and see the excitement.

The Lotus Festival is a small festival, but quite lively.

It is said that this festival was established to commemorate an outstanding monk in Tongxian City. At this time every year, incense and nine-curved lotus lanterns are lit to send memories from afar.

Mo Hua spent a day drawing formations, and his spiritual consciousness was exhausted. He also used the meditation technique twice and it was no longer suitable to use it anymore. He happened to have nothing else to do, so he and his three friends went out to watch the fun.

When passing by the far left side of the neighborhood, I found a new cave in front of me. It is in a relatively remote location and occupies a large area. It seems that it was bought from several neighboring houses, demolished and rebuilt.

The door of the cave has no plaque and is made of blue-gray bricks. It looks low-key, but it still stands out among the scattered and low-rise houses.

Mo Hua asked in confusion: "When did there be a cave here?"

Xiaohu said: "You haven't been here for a long time, so you don't know that this cave has been built for a month."

Xiaohu looked at the cave with towering walls and sighed: "How many spiritual stones are needed to build this cave."

"No matter what," Dahu clapped his fingers, not counting clearly, and finally scratched his head, "Thousands of spirit stones..."

 “It’s estimated to be tens of thousands…”

“Tens of thousands of spiritual stones... I will never be able to save so much in my life...”

 “Can you have some ambition?”

 “You are ambitious, can you save it?”

Shuanghu said: "I said you must be ambitious, but I didn't say you must be able to accumulate spiritual stones. Most of those who are determined to become immortals still fail to become immortals, and their people are gone..."

 Da Hu and Xiao Hu nodded together, feeling that it made sense.

Shuanghu asked curiously, "This place is so remote, far away from the city, and the people who live here are all ordinary casual cultivators. Who can build such a big cave here without thinking about the amount of spiritual stones?"

“It’s not just that there are so many spiritual stones. I want to have so many spiritual stones and build such a big cave.”

"Then who do you think the owner of this cave is?" Shuanghu turned to Mo Hua and said, "Mo Hua, do you know?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "How would I know."

Before the three of them finished speaking, the door of the cave opened.

From them walked out a boy with handsome features, a girl with sculpted pink face, and a nun with a veil and a graceful figure.

Mo Hua recognized them at a glance. They were the Bai family brothers and sisters and Aunt Xue.

The Bai brothers and sisters also saw Mo Hua and others. Bai Zisheng was stunned for a moment: "Mo Hua?"

Dahu and the other two men all looked at Mo Hua. Mo Hua was also stunned. He did not expect that the owner of this cave was actually a brother and sister of the Bai family.

Bai Zisheng asked: "Why are you here?"

Mo Hua said: "Where am I going shopping?"

"shop?"

Bai Zisheng seemed to hear this word for the first time, and he couldn't help but jump for joy, and then looked at Aunt Xue longingly.

Bai Zixi on the other side also had slightly bright eyes, looking at Aunt Xue with autumn-like eyes.

 (End of this chapter)