Chapter 42 Mystery


    There are clouds and mists in the mountains, and there is a garden falling in the clouds and mists. There is a bamboo door falling in the courtyard. There is a small path at the door, winding to the foot of Mohua.


    There doesn''t look like nothing unusual.


    Ink painting took a step forward and stepped onto the path, and then his spiritual consciousness felt a wave, as if something had been triggered.


    But looking around, the surrounding peaks are still peaks, trees are still trees, and flowers and plants are still flowers and plants, without any change.


    Ink painting stopped and looked around, but still couldn''t see anything.


    I heard that some senior masters like to set up formations or set up situations to test others. I wonder if the gentlemen on the mountain also have this habit.


    Or, the path in front of you has actually been a test?


    Ink painting is a little nervous inexplicably.


    Since you are a formation master and have spiritual fluctuations, there should be a formation on this path.


    But what kind of formation is it?


    With the limited experience of ink painting, I have no idea at all. At the same time, no matter how you look at it, you don’t think there is any difference in the surrounding scenery.


    Ink painting is considered while walking, but I can’t think about anything.


    He had no choice but to remember the teaching instructions, and to have a clear mind, let it go, neither forcing nor discouraging.


    As he walked like this, he had already walked to the door of the dingluo.


    The bamboo door falling in the courtyard is simple but quite interesting.


    After passing the bamboo door, my vision suddenly became clear. What I saw was a beautiful courtyard, several unique and elegant bamboo houses. The yard was covered with green grass, the pool was misty, and the cranes drank dew. Just looking at it makes me feel refreshed.


    There was a skinny old man standing in the yard. Mo Hua hurriedly saluted and said, "Hello sir."


    The old man''s voice was like the person, hoarse and dry, like a piece of rotten wood weathered by the weather:


    "I''m not a gentleman, sir is inside, please follow me."


    After saying that, he led the ink painting into a bamboo residence. The bamboo residence is elegant and wind comes from all sides.


    Sitting in the middle of the room was a middle-aged monk in white. He had a very handsome face and his behavior was elegant. He looked at him with a bit of freedom and unrestrainedness, as if everything in the world had never lingered in his arms.


    This is the most fairy-like character in the ink painting so far.


    When the middle-aged monk saw the ink painting, he smiled casually and said, "You are ink painting, Mr. Yan told me. I ask you, you will answer well, don''t be restrained, just say whatever you think."


    Mo Hua said, "Okay, sir."


    The middle-aged monk said, "My surname is Zhuang, so just call me Mr. Zhuang."


    Ink painting bowed another time, "Mr. Zhuang."


    Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly and said, "I just passed by the path on the mountain. What did you see?"


    Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "There are mountains, trees, flowers, grass, and a small path."


    "What else?" Mr. Zhuang said with interest, "Didn''t you see anything else? It''s like someone or something?"


    Mo Hua shook her head.


    Mr. Zhuang said: "There is a formation on that small path that was given to me by a fellow Taoist in the past. The formation is called the Water Mirror Formation. The first time I walk up, I can show some of my own experiences or predict some futures."


    Mo Hua was shocked. How could he have such a formation? Can it show your future and future?


    Then what does it mean if I didn’t see anything? It won''t mean I have no future...


    Mo Hua was nervous, but when he thought of Teacher Yan’s instructions before, he still said truthfully: “I saw nothing else…”


    Mr. Zhuang was slightly surprised, then nodded and said, "I understand." Then he took out a formation map and continued:


    "There is brush and ink here. If you draw this formation, you can draw as much as you can."


    Mo Hua took a look at the formation diagram. It was the water formation, and it was also the formation used by Yanshi to assess it before.


    "yes."


    Mo Hua took the paper and pen, compared the array diagram, and began to draw the array.


    After an hour, the ink painting was exhausted and he could only draw five and a half array patterns. It has only been a few days since the last time I drew the Ding Water Formation. The spiritual consciousness of the ink painting has grown so quickly that it can draw the formation of six formation patterns in such a short time.


    This time the formation is more skillful than the last time, and the handwriting is more processed.


    Mr. Zhuang looked at the formation drawn by Mo Hua, raised his eyebrows gently, and said:


    "Not bad, are you willing to be a registered disciple here? I will not pass on some sect formations, but if you want to learn the formations commonly used in the Taoist world, I can teach them."


    Although I don’t know why, ink painting seems to have passed Mr. Zhuang’s test.


    Mo Hua was overjoyed, and then respectfully saluted Mr. Zhuang and said, "Thank you, sir, I am willing!"


    There are two types of master-disciple relationships in the cultivation world, one is a registered disciple and the other is a personal disciple.


    The personal disciple is called "Master". After receiving the master''s teachings, he emphasizes "a teacher for one day and a father for life", and the relationship between masters is very deep.


    Registered disciples are much more casual, and they teach whatever they like. The disciples cannot be called "master", but can only be called "sir". There is friendship between masters and apprentices, but they are not as deep as they are personally passed on.


    However, he is already very grateful that Mr. Zhuang was able to accept ink paintings as a registered disciple.


    Mr. Zhuang nodded, "You will go back today first, come here tomorrow, I will start teaching you some formations."


    "Okay, sir!"


    Mo Hua bowed again, this time it was the disciple who bowed to the teacher, and then said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang, leaving Mr. Zhuang''s courtyard with brisk steps.


    Ink Painting walked to the foot of the mountain and found that Teacher Yan was still waiting at the foot of the mountain. When he learned that Mr. Zhuang agreed to accept Ink Painting as an apprentice, he was relieved and said with relief:


    "It is your blessing to be valued by Mr. Zhuang. You must cherish this opportunity. Mr. Zhuang is a master, so you must respect it more."


    "Yes, teach." Mo Hua agreed.


    The two walked along the mountain road for a while, Mo Hua suddenly said curiously: "Teacher, have you ever been to Mr. Zhuang''s courtyard? What did you see when you passed by that path?"


    Teacher Yan turned his head and looked at the ink painting silently, and then said for a moment:


    "When I walked through that path, I saw some pictures vaguely. These flashes of pictures told me that Mr. Zhuang was willing to accept you as his disciple, and you will become an amazing formation master in the future."


    After Teacher Yan finished speaking, the two had already reached the fork in the road, and Tongxian City was ahead.


    Teacher Yan looked at the ink painting and suddenly said solemnly: "Ink painting."


    Mo Hua turned around, Yan Teaser paused for a moment and said:


    "The formation master seeks the way of heaven, but the way of heaven is infinite, and sometimes human life is only possible for the formation to be passed down from generation to generation, can the cultivators see through the way of heaven and the formation benefit all living beings."


    "One day in the future, if you become a first-class or even a first-class formation master and meet a cultivator with good character and talent for formation, I hope you can also give me some advice. The formation path is like water, and it will last for a long time if it is passed on, otherwise it will only be a pool of stagnant water that cannot flow."


    Mo Hua suddenly felt a little heavy on his shoulders. He saluted Yan Zhixi and said solemnly: "Disciple, remember!"


    Yan Xie looked relieved.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help asking, "Teacher, are you leaving Tongxian City?"


    Teacher Yan nodded, "I can''t stay in Tongxian Sect anymore, and I still have some private matters, and I will leave soon."


    "Then can I see you again?"


    Teacher Yan looked at Mo Hua''s black and clear eyes and smiled, "Let''s go with the flow."


    Teacher Yan reached out and touched Mo Hua''s head, "Go back early and tell your parents."


    Mo Hua walked towards the city gate, after walking a few steps, he turned around and bowed to Yan Zhixi.


    Teacher Yan waved his hand and said warmly, "Go." He then looked at Mo Hua until the back of Mo Hua became smaller, and then he turned around and left.


    At this time, Mo Hua also turned around, looked at Master Yan, and bowed deeply.


    Teacher Yan''s figure gradually faded away and disappeared faintly among the misty mountains.


    (This chapter ends)