Asking About Longevity

Chapter 703 Daoism and Divine Power

These few strands of pure golden marrow are as good as flowing gold, dazzling and dazzling, with mysterious connotations. It seems that there are great laws flowing in them.

According to Huangshan Jun, pure gold marrow is a higher level than light gold marrow.

 It’s really good stuff!

Mo Hua had a smile on his face, and then he no longer hesitated. He opened his mouth and sucked in all the light gold marrow and a small amount of pure gold marrow into his mouth.

These divine marrows have been "poisoned" by the Tribulation Thunder, and all will inside them has been wiped out and completely wiped out.

 Ink paintings “eat” with ease.

As soon as the divine marrow enters the mouth, it turns into golden threads, like blood lines, seeping into the incarnation of divine thoughts in the ink painting.

 An aura of simple and mysterious laws surrounds the ink painting.

 The body of spiritual thoughts painted in ink gradually merges with the golden marrow.

 The incarnation of his spiritual thoughts gradually became transparent, and pale golden lines appeared on the skin and in the "flesh".

 “Shen Nian…Daoization?!”

The golden divine marrow was gradually differentiated and absorbed, turning into subtle divine "blood threads", flowing and weaving from the body of the ink-painted divine mind along an obscure path, like a mysterious sky formation pattern, and finally Total integration.

 He was almost certain that he had never heard anyone, any evil spirit, or even any god—mainly Huangshan Jun—mention these four words before.

 Adhere to humanity and hone divinity.

 And his eyes also revealed an even stronger golden light.

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then frowned.

The ink painting suddenly opens up, and the mind becomes clear.

"not good…"

 Humanity is the Tao, and divinity is also the Tao.

Mo Hua nodded slightly and temporarily put the four words "Shen Nian Dao Transformation" in his heart.

 An aura that is different from ordinary people, superior to all living things in the world, and aloof, spreads from his spiritual thoughts.

This is the path you want to take!

“My experience in cultivating Taoism is still shallow, and my knowledge of Shintoism is not proficient enough. It is not advisable to shut myself up and think hard, and it is not advisable to get into trouble. I’d better go to someone for advice when I have time in the future...”

 The delicate and lovely face became majestic.

 In this case, there is no need to be afraid of “divinity”, nor do we need to think highly of “divinity”.

These four words seem to be engraved in the "spiritual essence". With the understanding of the great road, they naturally come to mind.

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, the ancient sound of Qingyue sounded, and the Taoist stele trembled and resonated.

Mo Hua’s brows furrowed more and more tightly. After thinking hard, he could only sigh helplessly.

 He quickly tried his best to recall the insights he had gained from the divine way during his enlightenment.

 The expressions on the ink-painted faces are becoming less and less, and the emotions in the memories are becoming weaker and weaker.

 Can’t figure it out…

 Monks who seek immortality seek the great road.

 This is the great way of heaven and earth that you want to achieve when you have cultivated the supreme spiritual consciousness!

 Divinity begins to devour humanity.

 The cold and dazzling golden light in his eyes gradually became gentle, with a look of compassion overlooking the common people.

Mo Hua doesn’t quite understand.

After a moment, Mo Hua's eyes became cold.

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

 “What does Shen Nian Dao Hua...mean?”

 God and man are one, consistent with the Dao, and integrated into the heart of the Dao.

 The marrow and the mind are one.

Be it humans, gods, or even all things in the world, all spirits and laws, they are all part of the "Dao" and they all adhere to the laws of the Dao.

 It is not necessary to think of God as “god”…

How can it be so easy to comprehend that the Great Dao is so vast and majestic? To become one with the Great Dao, what kind of "transformation" method is there?

 But is it really that simple?

 Somewhere, Mo Hua felt that his understanding of "Tao" had deepened, and his Taoist heart had also "transformed" a little.

 Shen Nian Taoism…

At the same time, a word appeared in Mo Hua's mind almost instinctively:

 Divinity and humanity are one.

 The Great Thousand Divine Ways, all sharp and sharp, are hidden deep in the eyes.

 The mind comprehends the great road and becomes one with the great road?

 As the name suggests, this is how it should be understood.

He had a vague feeling that these four words came from the "spiritual essence" and were related to "God" and "Tao". They were definitely not trivial.

 After that, Mo Hua looked at the sea of ​​consciousness again and found that everything had returned to calm.

 The Blackwater River God is dead.

 The will of the evil **** has been obliterated.

 The marrow was also eaten by himself.

The only drawback is that it only eats the marrow, but no spiritual thoughts.

This Black Water River God seems to have become an evil **** incarnation. In addition to the divine marrow, his own evil thoughts have been integrated with the will of the Great Wild Evil God, and have been wiped out by the Tribulation Thunder.

 The marrow of the spirit is promoted, and the mind of the soul is promoted to a higher level.

 Just "eating" the divine marrow can only improve the divine level, but cannot improve the realm of divine consciousness itself.

 Although in fact it has improved a little bit, it is so small that it can almost be ignored.

After killing the Black Water River God, Mo Hua ate a lot of divine marrow, and even had a few strands of higher-ranking pure gold marrow. His spiritual consciousness became deeper, the gold in his divine thoughts became thicker, and the power of his divine thoughts became stronger. Stronger.

 But without evil spirits, the quality of spiritual consciousness cannot be improved.

It is still one step away from the realm of spiritual consciousness in the late stage of foundation building of the Seventeenth Pattern.

Just this step away, ink painting is very uncomfortable.

 “Is there anything else I can ‘eat’?”

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then looked around and searched in the sea of ​​consciousness, but couldn't find it.

The Blackwater River God, the incarnation of the Great Desolate Evil God, died completely, leaving no residue at all.

"others…"

Mo Hua went over the events of entering the fishing village again in his mind, hoping to see if there were any evil spirits that had slipped through the net, which could make up for the gap in his promotion to the Seventeenth Pattern of Divine Consciousness.

 However, it seems that there is not.

 The River God’s dream has collapsed, even if there is something inside, it will not remain.

 Outside the fishing village, the demons are flesh and blood, not evil spirits.

 Blood leeches?

Those blood leeches can also be considered a kind of evil spirit.

Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head.

 It was a bit too disgusting and he didn’t really want to eat it.

Moreover, although those blood leeches are evil and filthy, the amount of evil thoughts is not large. Even if they are eaten, they will probably be stuffed between the teeth.

What’s more, they float in reality.

  There is nothing in ink painting that can kill all directions in reality.

His spiritual mind-turned-sword has just started, and it can only be extremely sharp and powerful in the dream state where his spiritual consciousness is formed and in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

 In reality, it cannot be used.

Unlike that senior sword cultivator, who cultivated the sword into Qi, refined the Qi into intention, and the sword weapon, sword Qi and sword intention were integrated into one.

 The sword is attached with the sword intention, the virtual and the real are consistent, and it can be used in reality.

 There’s nothing to eat…

Mo Hua sighed.

　　Hungry for a while, full meal. After a meal, I felt hungry for a while.

Now I am full after one meal, but for a while, I have nothing to eat.

 The next time I want to eat it, I don’t know when it will be.

 “It’s really not easy to attain divine consciousness and enlightenment.”

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

However, one should not be greedy, evil and spiritual...

No one has the financial resources to provide for him so that he can "eat" enough every day and not be hungry every time.

Even if he is an evil god, I'm afraid it's a bit awkward.

Mo Hua nodded and exited the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the river temple in the fishing village, the ink painting who was meditating slowly opened his eyes, and then he saw Gu An holding a black cloth, Gu Quan holding a stick, and others surrounding him with eager eyes.

Gu An looked at Mo Hua's eyes and saw that Mo Hua's eyes were clear. He was slightly relieved, but he still didn't dare to rest assured, so he asked:

 “Little Master…”

Mo Hua smiled and said, "It's okay."

 Everyone felt relieved and Gu Quan also put down his stick.

"Let's go back." Mo Hua said in a relaxed mood.

 This trip is basically a successful conclusion.

 Yu Dahe's two children were rescued.

 The dragon crossing the river was caught.

 Other men in black, except for the dead ones, were also caught.

 The dreamland of the River Temple was destroyed and controlled by the evil god. Most of the fishermen who worshiped the gods were rescued.

 The river **** was chopped off by himself.

The Blackwater River God was also tricked to death by himself.

 The merits are considered to be complete.

 The harvest from this trip was also great.

 Basic Shinto formations, the introductory Divine Sword Transformation, and the cause and effect clues of Taixu’s Divine Sword Transformation Secret hidden in the broken sword of the senior sword cultivator...

 In addition, he ate a lot of divine marrow and had a lot of evil thoughts.

 The "divine level" has further changed qualitatively.

Although the spiritual consciousness has not reached the seventeenth line, it is a pity, but people should be content with what they have and not be too greedy.

 Overall, there are not only 10 points, but also 9 points of satisfaction.

Everyone listened to Mo Hua's instructions, got up and left the Heshen Temple.

Mo Hua was in a happy mood and his steps were much brisker.

Just after walking out of the Heshen Temple, Mo Hua couldn't help but feel startled and felt a little bit unsteady.

I always feel like I’m missing something...

  In the dark, there is a premonition in the ink painting.

 It seems that if I just leave like this, it will be equivalent to "buying a casket for a pearl" and missing something very precious...

 Very precious...what?

Mo Hua frowned and couldn't help but stop.

When Gu An and others saw it, they all stopped and asked in low voices, "Young Master, is there anything wrong?" Mo Hua shook his head and looked back at the Heshen Temple, his eyes full of thought.

 “That’s not right…”

 “God” is based on “things”.

 Spiritual thoughts cannot exist apart from reality.

 Everything in the Evil God’s Nightmare is like this.

 In reality, fishermen believe in the river god, but only in nightmares do villagers kneel in the square;

 In reality, there are flesh-and-blood monsters raised in the dojo, but in nightmares, there are evil spirits in the apse;

 In reality, there is a river temple, but in nightmares, there is a palace of the river god...

 And in the nightmare, there is an "altar"...

Does it mean that in reality, there should be a real altar that corresponds to the dream?

 But now, I have not discovered the altar in reality.

 This is very unreasonable.

 “Where has the altar gone in reality?”

“Or is it hidden by the evil god?”

 Ink Hua thinks it is very possible.

He looked at the River Temple, recalled the entire nightmare in his mind, and then realized a problem.

 The pattern is wrong.

  He is a formation master. He has built formations for many monastic architects and is somewhat sensitive to architectural patterns.

 The layout of the River God's Temple in the dream and the River God's Temple in reality are different.

 The layout of the River God's Palace in the dream is wider.

In reality, the river **** temple does not feel anything at first sight. Now when you quit from dreams, when you look at it, you clearly feel that the pattern is narrower and shorter, just like ...

 Being separated by someone?

Mo Hua was slightly startled. He returned to the Heshen Temple, let go of his consciousness, looked around for a while, and finally found a clue.

  Shinto formation!

 In the Heshen Temple, there is a very subtle aura of Shinto formations.

The ink painting was stuck to the wall, following the breath, identifying and tracing the source bit by bit, and finally found a wall behind the statue of the river god.

 The Shinto formations are cryptically carved into the wall, concealing the atmosphere behind the wall.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he turned around and said, "Brother Xiao An, Brother Xiao Quan, help break through this wall!"

Gu An and Gu Quan were stunned for a moment, but they did not refuse.

The two of them worked together, and it took about a stick of incense to use their strength in the later stages of foundation building to punch through the wall.

The walls themselves are not painted with formations for reinforcement, but only with Shinto formations to block the aura of spiritual thoughts.

 It's all just hidden, but not solid.

 After the wall was drilled through, a strong, evil aura hit his face.

 It is the breath of the evil god!

Moreover, this breath also contains a mysterious, complex and indescribable long-lasting flavor.

 Like the ancient laws of gods.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of the inexplicable longing that surged in his heart when he first stepped into the blood-soaked soil of the fishing village.

 His little heart was pounding.

There was a hole in the wall, and it was dark and gloomy inside.

The ink painting was outside the wall. He let go of his spiritual consciousness and took a closer look. He found that there was no other breath and no evil spirits, so he said to everyone:

 “I’ll go in and take a look, you guys wait here.”

Gu Quan said uneasily: "Young Master, it's dark inside and may be dangerous. Let's go with you."

 Others nodded in agreement.

Although they didn't know what was behind the cave entrance, the deep breath coming out of it made people feel frightened and scared, and their backs felt cold.

 This place doesn’t seem like a place for “human beings”.

Mo Hua said with a solemn expression: "Someone has set up a formation inside, which is very dangerous, so I can go in, but you can't."

Gu An and Gu Quan were startled, and then they couldn't help but nodded, feeling that it made sense.

If the formation is dangerous, then it is indeed difficult for them to enter. If they enter rashly, bad things may happen...

 The formation matters can only be left to Mr. Mo.

Seeing that they understood, Mo Hua ordered:

 “You guys stay on guard, I’ll go in and take a look.”

 “Okay.” Gu An and others nodded, “Master, be careful.”

So Mo Hua walked along the entrance of the cave and walked into the secret passage hidden behind the statue of the River God.

 The secret passage is dark, but not long. After only a few dozen steps, the ink painting comes to an end.

There is a dim candlelight at the end, showing a gloomy green color, mixed with a nightmare-like blood mist, giving it an ancient sense of terror.

 But vaguely, a little familiar.

At the end of the ink painting, I looked up and saw an altar.

 The furnishings of the altar are almost the same as those in the nightmare.

In the center is a statue of a river **** made of gold and stone. It has a human body and a fish head, but two goat horns are grafted on the top of its head. It is evil and weird.

 Under the statue of the river god, there is an offering table.

 The offering table was filled with fish sacrifices, but they seemed to be mixed with human bones and flesh.

 In the middle of the altar table, there is a glazed fish tank.

 But the sacrifices had rotted and the fish tank was filled with stagnant water.

I don’t know if it’s because the nightmare was shattered, the evil **** was killed, and the worshiper has no owner. The entire altar is stale and dead.

Ink painting circled around the altar twice, but found nothing good. After thinking for a while, he reached out to push the statue of the river god.

The statue of the river **** is made of gold and stone. It is placed on the altar. It is not big, but it is a bit heavy. It is difficult to push the ink painting.

 But he has already laid the foundation after all.

In the fifth-level Qianxue state, he is surrounded by foundation-building geniuses and even geniuses in physical cultivation, so his physical body is naturally considered weak.

But compared to ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, or even Qi Refining Cultivators, Mo Hua's physical body is barely passable, and is not completely "powerless".

 The statue of the **** can still be pushed.

Of course, general foundation building will not compare with physical body refining... except for ink painting.

Mo Hua spent a lot of effort to push down the statue of the river god, and then let nature take its course, and sat on it himself.

The moment he sat on the altar, an ancient divine energy descended majestically.

 Same as before in Bishan Demon Cave.

 Suddenly, it seemed as if a demon was bowing its head, all the spirits were worshiping, and the endless mysteries of the divine way were gathered in the center of the altar, "enshrining" the ink-painted throne.

 But this time, it’s a little different.

 This is an altar that has been built and officially operated.

 And ink painting is not what it used to be.

his spiritual consciousness, after swallowing a large amount of divine marrow, further qualitatively changed, and he took a big step towards the "level of god".

The essence of the ink painting began to flow, the whole body glowed with a faint golden light, and the eyes turned into dark gold, with a majestic and unfathomable gaze.

 It is like a real "god" descending into the world through the altar.

 The “true” God descends on the true altar.

The altar welcomes its “owner” and will naturally give it real authority.

Mo Hua’s consciousness trembled, and he felt that the endless laws of the great road were like rain in front of him, like meteors streaking across.

The rays of light are condensed and woven, constantly changing, and then merged together to form an endless and vast light flow.

Like a towering tree, it rises into the sky, spreads its branches and leaves, and covers the entire sky and earth.

The ink painting stood on the altar, with clear eyes, looking at these extremely beautiful and extremely terrifying laws of light, intertwined with light and death, and merged into one, forming a torrent like a great avenue reaching the sky and building trees, and couldn't help but feel lost.

Above the altar, light flashed, seeming to be positioning itself.

 After a moment, the world was silent.

Mo Hua discovered that he was on a tree of divine light.

 This tree is made up of flowing light, or in other words, it is made up of part of the Great Law.

This tree is not too small, but it is far from as vast and endless as the towering buildings turned into by the torrent of the avenue, covering the sky and the earth.

 This is a tree of great law.

 This tree symbolizes part of the law and also symbolizes...the authority of the gods.

 The ink painting is slightly moving.

The altar mistakenly believed that he was the "master", so he communicated with the gods and transferred the authority of the gods to himself, as well as this tree that symbolizes the authority of the gods...

The tree of divine power? !

With a thought in Mo Hua's mind, he found that he seemed to be integrated with the tree of divine power.

 The tree of divine power is already under his control.

only…

 “What is divine right?”

 “God’s authority? What specific authority is it?”

 “Also, whose tree of divine power is this?”

The river god’s?

Mo Hua thought about it and felt that it shouldn't be the case. On the surface, this altar was dedicated to the River God, but in fact, it was probably dedicated to the Great Wild Evil God.

The thing you stole...is the authority of the Great Desolate Evil God?

Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat.

 He looked at the tree of divine authority again, which was connected to his spiritual thoughts, and found that the tree of divine authority had lush branches and leaves and many nodes.

 But much of it, especially the top part, is shrouded in mist.

With his current abilities—whether it is the power of his divine thoughts or his rank as a god—he is unable to clear the fog and covet the divine power at the top.

 In other words, what you stole was only part of the Great Desolate Evil God’s authority?

The true top of the **** right seems to be qualified to be dyed.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, and then continued to study the tree of divine authority.

 The tree of divine power is deeply rooted, with lush branches and leaves, and many nodes at the branches.

Each node seems to correspond to a temple, an altar, an incarnation of an evil god, and...



The more I look at the ink paintings, the more frightened I become.

 This is the true “authority” of God.

Raise your minions, develop your power, and use the authority of the tree of gods to command thousands of demons to do evil.

However, Mo Hua still hasn’t quite figured it out...

 How does the Tree of Divine Power give orders? How does it work?

 What exactly is the divine power of the Lord of the Wilderness?

 Command the demon, how does the demon attack?

Mo Hua frowned and pondered for a long time, but his thoughts were still a bit messy.

At this moment, I glanced at the ink painting from the corner of my eye, and suddenly I was startled.

 He discovered that there was a node in the tree of divine authority that was extremely bright.

This node seems to be very important and special, and there is no evil and **** atmosphere in it. Instead, it has a pure and strong childish atmosphere.

 This smell is very familiar.

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly and he whispered:

 “Yu’er…”

 (End of this chapter)