Chapter 402 Eighth floor


    "Who is this person? What''s his name?"


    “I should remember…”


    "But why can''t you remember?"


    "Why can''t you remember it?!"


    "Sun Yi" was crazy and muttering and thinking in pain.


    He covered his forehead with both hands, grabbed his scalp, and tugged it hard until he scratched his head and bleeded his face, but he was still confused.


    After a while, he slowly stopped.


    A trace of cold determination flashed in his eyes.


    He dipped his fingers in his blood and drew a trembling pattern on his forehead.


    The formation pattern is evil and bright red, and it is an unconventional formation, but a demon pattern of the Demon Sect.


    After the magic pattern was formed, it seemed to come alive, sucking Sun Yi''s blood and spiritual thoughts.


    Sun Yi gritted his teeth, his blood and energy gradually weakened, but his thoughts gradually became clear.


    The fog shrouded in memory gradually dissipated.


    He finally remembered something.


    "There is another...little apprentice..."


    "Little apprentice..."


    "What''s your name?"


    "Sun Yi" looked painful, as if he was being punished. Finally, he remembered it bit by bit:


    “Ink…”


    “Ink…painting!”


    Ink painting!


    "Sun Yi"''s eyes were first excited, then confused.


    "Why?"


    "Hide this name so deeply?"


    "Who is this son?"


    A smiling face appeared in Sun Yi''s memory.


    This is the smiling face of a young monk in his teenage years old.


    Innocence, but kind and cute.


    At the same time, his understanding of ink painting gradually became clearer.


    "The seventh level of Qi refining, first-grade formation master, foundation-building consciousness..."


    "Sun Yi"''s heart trembled.


    Foundation-building consciousness?


    I see…


    "The talent is so terrifying, no wonder I have to hide it..."


    "Sun Yi" sneered, and as he smiled, his smile gradually disappeared.


    "What am I thinking just now?"


    "Who erased my memory?"


    "Sun Yi" was slightly angry, endured the severe pain of the sea of ??consciousness, and searched for the truth he had just forgotten again in the fog.


    Once again, he remembered the name of Mo Hua.


    Then again, I saw Mo Hua''s smiling face.


    The understanding of ink painting has become clearer and clearer.


    "The seventh level of Qi refining, foundation-building consciousness..."


    Before he could react, this memory was stuck and lost again.


    "Sun Yi"''s eyes were cold.


    He actually hid this child so deeply...


    Junior brother, what exactly are you going to do?


    He thought about it again and remembered it.


    "The seventh level of Qi refining, foundation-building consciousness..."


    But I didn’t expect that memories would be erased here.


    Every time it is erased, the memory becomes fainter, and every time it becomes blurred.


    After countless times, there are only two vague concepts of "seventh level of Qi refining, foundation building..."


    "The seventh level of Qi refining, but the foundation has not been built yet..."


    "Sun Yi" nodded.


    Then I thought again, isn’t this nonsense?


    The seventh level of Qi refining, naturally there is no foundation building yet.


    But when he thought about it carefully, he was hazy and could not think of anything.


    "Are you a little apprentice who makes up the numbers?"


    Sun Yi murmured.


    He simply stopped caring about it, only remembering Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Puppet, and the Bai brother and sister, and then nodded.


    Sun Yi took off his coat and wiped the blood on his face and body.


    Then he pulled off the dirty Taoist robe from the dead Sun Ji and put it on himself.


    "It''s fit now."


    Sun Ji is tall and thin, while Sun Yi is of medium size and slightly fat.


    The Taoist robe was just right on him.


    "Sun Yi" pushed open the door again, and it was dark and he walked out alone.


    The disciples of the Sun family were stunned when they saw him.


    Because he was wearing an old Taoist robe, he looked very weird.


    A disciple greeted Sun Yi, but he looked at him as if he had not seen him or heard him, and still walked outward with his own steps deep and shallow.


    Sun Yi has been out of the Sun family''s door.


    Then he walked along the main road of Qianjia Town without looking to the distance and disappeared at the end of the vast mountain peak.


    This is the last time a disciple of the Sun family met their head.


    Lingnong in Dongshan Village also rumored that Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, limped away in a dead Taoist robe, as if he had been caught by something.


    Most people speculated that Sun Yi violated the ancestral teachings and was punished by the ancestor of the Sun family who went to the underworld.


    Sun Yi never came back since then.


    No one has seen him again.


    …


    When "Sun Yi" calculated the identity of Mo Hua, Mr. Zhuang in the carriage also opened his eyes.


    "Master, do you want to drink tea?" Mo Hua asked with a crisp voice.


    Mr. Zhuang likes to doze off and when he wakes up, he likes to take a sip of tea.


    Remember the Master’s preferences very clearly.


    Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.


    Mo Hua poured him a cup of tea.


    Mr. Zhuang seemed a little tired. After drinking the tea from the ink painting, he became more energetic and asked:


    "Ink painting, how can people die?"


    Not only ink paintings were stunned.


    Even Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked confused.


    They didn''t know why Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked such a question.


    “Uh…if you are killed, you will die?”


    Mo Hua said silently. "You will die if you are hungry, and you will die if you are old..." Bai Zisheng also said.


    “What’s the final analysis?”


    Mo Hua remembered what Mr. Zhuang said, about the spiritual power, blood and spiritual consciousness of the monk, and tried to say:


    "A monk will die if his physical body is exhausted, his Qi sea will die if he breaks, and his spiritual consciousness will die if he dies..."


    "After all, the death of the monk is related to these three?"


    Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.


    "If someone kills you, you will start with these three things, either destroying your body, destroying your qi sea, or destroying your spiritual consciousness."


    Mo Hua felt a stern, "Master, is anyone going to kill me?"


    Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Be prepared for any trouble."


    "Oh." Mo Hua nodded, thought for a while, and then asked in confusion:


    "Master, I understand that ordinary Taoist martial arts, or magic, destroy human body, corrupt meridians, and harm human energy, but through spiritual consciousness, killing people... **** them?"


    "There are many ways." Mr. Zhuang said.


    He looked at the ink painting, then looked at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, and said patiently:


    "One is divine spell, which uses divine consciousness to condense spells, which hurts others'' spiritual consciousness."


    "This kind of spell is extremely rare, so don''t learn it or use it easily. After using it for a long time, your spiritual consciousness will be easily damaged."


    "And these kinds of spells are all ancient secrets and have requirements for talent, which are generally impossible to learn."


    "The second type is parasitization of the divine consciousness, which differentiates the divine consciousness and parasitizes it on other monks."


    "This is a magic technique. You should not learn it, let alone use it."


    "The third type is the pollution of spiritual consciousness. In ancient times, some indescribable filthy spiritual thoughts were sealed to pollute other people''s spiritual consciousness, causing others to fall, their spiritual consciousness to be abnormal, and even the sea of ??consciousness collapsed, becoming neither human nor ghost..."


    "This is about killing people by borrowing a knife. But you pollute others and you are also polluting yourself."


    "Other people''s spiritual consciousness is stained with filth, and your spiritual consciousness will not be clean, it''s just that you don''t know it."


    "So, it''s best not to use this method."


    "There are other ways of killing people with spiritual consciousness, but most of them are strange and non-spoken, and I don''t know them."


    After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he looked at the three disciples and reminded him:


    "The reason I tell you this is because I hope you are wary of it."


    “Most means that can harm the body and spiritual power are visible;”


    "But the danger of spiritual consciousness is often invisible."


    "In this world, there are many invisible and indescribable horrors. It''s just that the monks have weak spiritual consciousness, so they are not aware of it at all."


    "So you must be extremely careful about things related to your spiritual consciousness."


    "If you don''t peek at people who can''t peek, you won''t peek at things that can''t peek."


    "When you meet a strange person, don''t talk to him, don''t get entangled with him, and don''t look at him in the eyes..."


    All three disciples looked serious and nodded.


    Mo Hua thought about it for a while and then quietly said:


    "Master, if someone is parasitized by his spiritual consciousness, is there a way to kill other people''s spiritual consciousness?"


    Mo Hua thought of the little ghost in the visualization picture.


    It jumped to the sea of ??consciousness of ink painting, wanting to occupy the magpie''s nest, and use the sea of ??consciousness of ink painting as a hotbed.


    Although Mo Hua used the Taoist stele to suppress the little ghost, after a lot of trouble, he finally "eat" the little ghost.


    But I am also a little confused and confused.


    Although Taoist monuments are easy to use, they cannot be too dependent.


    Otherwise, once the Taoist monument fails and you are parasitized by the little ghost again like before, it will be very dangerous.


    So I wonder if there is any way that I can deal with parasitic divine thoughts without using the Taoist stele.


    The formation seems to be OK, but the drawing of the formation is slower, and you can only stay in the formation and not come out, so you are still passive.


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked at Mo Hua in surprise.


    Their junior brothers have a really different mindset than ordinary people.


    Mr. Zhuang was not surprised, but nodded, "Yes."


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up, "That..."


    “I can’t teach you now.”


    Mo Hua sighed, feeling a little disappointed, and then looked forward to it:


    “Master, when can I teach you?”


    Mr. Zhuang''s eyes are meaningful:


    "When your spiritual sense becomes stronger, I will teach you."


    “Be stronger?”


    Mr. Zhuang nodded, "All means to deal with divine consciousness must be based on the strength of divine consciousness..."


    "As long as the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the danger in the spiritual consciousness will naturally not be dangerous."


    "If the spiritual consciousness is strong, all evil will not invade you!"


    Mr. Zhuang said in a deep voice.


    If the spiritual consciousness is strong, all evil will not invade...


    Mo Hua muttered silently, and then nodded with expectation:


    "Okay, Master!"


    …


    After that, Mo Hua studied formations even harder.


    He could not use the Taoist monument, so he could only use all his time to practice the thick earth formation.


    As soon as the carriage stopped, he would draw a formation on the ground.


    Along the way, there were patterns left by him on the rocks and the land.


    He even brought some dirt to the carriage to draw.


    Practice the thick earth array with eleven patterns over and over again.


    Ink painting uses this to continuously temper its spiritual consciousness.


    He faintly sensed a sense of urgency.


    Mr. Zhuang has never been aimless.


    The gentleman must have expected something to refresh his mind.


    The spiritual consciousness kills people...


    That means someone may kill themselves with their spiritual sense.


    Since this is the case, we must prepare for the future.


    The spiritual consciousness is strong and all evil will not invade!


    If your spiritual sense is stronger, you will be safer...


    The ink painting is tempered day and night, and the spiritual consciousness increases significantly, but it is always a little worse than the twelve lines...


    And no matter how you practice the formation, it seems to have little effect.


    Ink painting is a little helpless.


    This day, I get up early in ink painting, face the rising sun, and practice routinely.


    Suddenly, the sea of ??energy trembled slightly.


    Mo Hua was stunned, and then he was happy again.


    He quickly took out the spirit stones, constantly absorbed spiritual energy, refined spiritual power, ran his meridians, and accumulated spiritual power in the sea of ??qi.


    I don’t know how long it took, my spiritual power was solidified and my breath was enhanced.


    Mo Hua opened her eyes and couldn''t help but smile.


    The eighth level of Qi refining!


    And not only that.


    After the realm is broken, the spiritual consciousness will also increase.


    Although compared with his foundation-building consciousness, his realm is just about refining Qi, and after the realm is broken, there is not much increase in spiritual consciousness.


    But these spiritual senses made up for the gap, allowing his spiritual sense to cross the threshold and successfully reach the twelve lines!


    The morning glow splashes on the mountains and sprinkles on the ink painting.


    At this time, ink painting, fourteen years old, with eight layers of Qi refining, and twelve-patterned spiritual consciousness!


    (This chapter ends)