Chapter 48 Guest


    Sitting under the mountain road in front of the gate where you forgot to live, three monks stood.


    Among the three monks, two children stood in front, and there was a woman with a veil behind her.


    Two children, one boy and one girl, look a little bigger than ink paintings, dressed brightly and luxuriously, not like ordinary people, but look extraordinary in identity. At this time, the two of them were standing respectfully on the steps in front of the door and saluting to the mountain.


    The boy looked handsome and his eyes were shining brightly.


    The girl is extremely beautiful, with the sun shining on her face, and her skin is whiter and clearer than ice and snow.


    From a distance, the two of them looked like golden boys and jade girls under the celestial throne.


    Behind the two children, a tall woman with a veil, her face was hard to see clearly. She looked like a family housekeeper or guard. There was no spiritual power fluctuation around her, but she had a sense of oppression that Mo Hua had never felt before.


    "It looks like a child of a noble family. Mr. Zhuang is here to study..."


    Ink paintings were secretly guessing, but this kind of thing was obviously decided by Mr. Zhuang and had nothing to do with him.


    Mo Hua just needs to learn the formation from Mr. Zhuang. After all, he is just a registered disciple, and I don’t know when Mr. Zhuang can teach him.


    Ink painting went up the mountain by himself, and the three people at the door naturally saw the ink painting, but when they saw that the ink painting was simple and had low spiritual power, they just glanced at it and didn''t care too much.


    Until the ink painting path passed by them, he stepped on the distant mountain road and reached the courtyard falling in the clouds.


    Then he stretched out his little hand and pushed it open the bamboo door that they had not opened for several hours overnight. He went in casually as if he had entered his own house...


    The three of them had a complicated expression on their faces.


    The two children couldn''t help but look at the woman behind her. The woman shook her head secretly and signaled them to be patient. Only then did the two children calm down and continue to wait respectfully.


    Mo Hua entered the yard, put down the bamboo basket she was carrying, took out a plate of sauce meat and a few plates of snacks from the bamboo basket, and placed it on the small table in the yard, so that when Mr. Zhuang got up, he could eat wine or taste tea in front of the scenery in the yard.


    Mo Hua secretly looked into the inner room, and the husband was still asleep.


    Mo Hua gave two boxes of fried pine nuts to Kuang Lao. Kuang Lao got up early and was playing the five elements chess alone, with no turmoil on his face. I don’t know if it was interesting or boring.


    Mo Hua put the pine nuts aside, and Kuang Lao tasted it and his expression moved slightly, "The taste was different."


    "There are two flavors. When stir-frying, one uses a fragrant licorice and the other uses spicy spices. My mother said to give you a try and change the taste."


    Puppet tasted a box of pills, nodded, and said, "You learn the formation first. Come and play chess with me when you are tired."


    Mo Hua ran to the study and found several array books that he had not finished reading, then ran to the big locust tree in the yard, sitting on a small wooden pier, lying on a small stone table, learning the formation.


    This small table and wooden pier were specially made by Kuo Lao for ink paintings, and then placed in the place where ink paintings like, and the height of the table and wooden pier is also very suitable.


    Mr. Zhuang is lazy and does not have too many requirements for ink paintings, but ink paintings know that the opportunity is rare, and it is unlikely that he will have the opportunity to get a master like Mr. Zhuang in the future.


    So I learned ink painting very seriously.


    For a casual cultivator like Mo Hua, even if he is just a registered disciple, it is already a great opportunity.


    Mo Hua is grateful and never slacked off.


    Researching array books and painting arrays requires the consumption of spiritual consciousness. After the ink painting is exhausted, use meditation to restore it, and then continue reading the calligraphy and painting arrays, then exhaust the spiritual consciousness, and continue to meditate and restore it. When it is exhausted again, it is not advisable to continue meditating.


    In Mr. Zhuang''s words, too much is too little. Although I don''t think there is any problem with ink painting, I still follow Mr. Zhuang''s teachings.


    At this time, the spiritual consciousness is exhausted, and you cannot read books or draw a formation. Ink painting will go to the Puppet Old Man to play chess.


    The Five Elements Chess is simple and easy to understand, and there is no need to worry about it, so it is easy to play. After Mo Hua and Kuang Lao played a few games of chess, it was getting late, Mo Hua said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang and took the empty plates and food boxes back.


    The sunset was setting and the sunset was beside the mountains. When Mo Hua left Mr. Zhuang''s yard, he found that the three people he saw in the morning were still standing outside the door. Although his posture and expression were respectful, he was a little tired.


    Even monks will feel uncomfortable if they don’t eat or drink for a day, let alone two children who are not much older than Mo Hua.


    But Mo Hua doesn’t want to meddle in other people’s business.


    They stood outside the door for a day, and Mr. Zhuang could not have known it. In this situation, it was obvious that Mr. Zhuang did not want to see them.


    If you see or not, Mr. Zhuang has his own plans, so he will not have his own turn to worry about it.


    So Mo Hua just gave a simple gesture to the three of them, and then said nothing and went down the mountain with a small basket.


    When I went up the mountain the next day, Mo Hua found that the three of them were still standing outside the door.


    The sun is hot in the mountains, and when it comes to night, the sky is cool and the dew is heavy.


    The three of them stood for a day and a night, and the woman with a veil was fine. After all, her cultivation was deep enough to withstand the cold and heat.


    The two children became a little haggard. The boy looked worried, obviously gritting his teeth and holding on, his eyes full of stubbornness.


    The girl''s face turned pale a little again, looking like pear blossoms with dew, but her clear eyes also revealed her firmness.


    Mo Hua glanced at him secretly and couldn''t help but sigh that people who are good-looking are really good-looking at any time.


    But there was no turmoil in Mohua''s heart.


    In this world, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she has nothing to do with you.


    The ink painting is still the same as yesterday. He pushed open the bamboo door as if no one was around. In the complex and somewhat resentful eyes of the three of them, he walked into Mr. Zhuang''s yard with a small basket.


    Mo Hua felt that at most three or four days, the three of them should be able to leave, but the three of them had been waiting at the door for seven days. The two children''s faces were as white as paper, and they still had no intention of retreating. Mo Hua couldn''t help but admire their perseverance.


    Especially when I thought of my visit to Mr. Zhuang, I was not obstructed. The three of them stood for seven days without eating or drinking, but didn''t even enter the door, so I couldn''t help feeling embarrassed.


    The next day, Mo Hua prepared several questions about the formation and went to ask Mr. Zhuang for advice.


    Mr. Zhuang''s expression was as usual and he answered patiently, but occasionally he looked out the door with deep eyes and didn''t know what he was thinking.


    Mo Hua said, "Don''t you want to see someone outside the door?"


    Mr. Zhuang came to his senses and didn''t want to say anything, but when he looked at the ink painting, he still said:


    "After an old friend, I have a conflict of cause and condition. If I don''t want to ask about it, it''s better not to see you."


    Mo Hua said, "Then I''ll let them go back."


    Mr. Zhuang''s expression moved slightly, "They stood for seven days. If they could retreat, they would have retreated long ago. They have reached this point. Will they still listen to you?"


    "How can you know if you don''t try?" Mo Hua smiled, "They stood outside for seven days, which disturbed the teacher''s purity, and the teacher couldn''t sleep well."


    In the past, I mostly slept in until the afternoon, but now I get up at noon...


    Mr. Zhuang said with great interest: "Okay, you can try it and let them go back and don''t disturb the purity of the mountains."


    (This chapter ends)