Chapter 577: Shocking Night
The mountains are steep and the scenery is beautiful.
The fallen leaves accumulate a thick layer. After rotting, they melt with the soil and become soft when stepped on.
The pale yellow miasma floats among the mountains.
Milky white clouds are covered in the forest.
The gurgling stream flows from nowhere, soaked in rugged rocks, and don’t know where to flow.
Mo Hua took a miasma-removing pill, drove away the miasma in her body, let go of her spiritual sense, guarded against the monsters in the forest, and walked carefully north along the rugged mountain path.
After walking for most of the day, until the sun sets, the mountains are covered with dusk, and the deep forest becomes darker and deeper.
Mo Hua looked up and found that the night was deep and the mist was heavy and the miasma was thick, which isolated the spiritual consciousness.
The range of spiritual perception is less than half that of the day.
The demonic aura in the mountains is gradually getting stronger.
Some monsters who were "jumping at night" seemed to wake up gradually, and inexplicably roared in the desolate night, echoing in the mountains.
Mo Hua frowned.
It seems that I can''t catch up with the night road...
He remembered the ruined temple that the old man said, and based on his memory, he let go of his spiritual consciousness, found a direction, and walked towards a hidden mountain road.
After passing through a forest, climbing a huge rock, walking for another half an hour, finally seeing a dilapidated temple on the side of the mountain.
The temple is dilapidated, but there is a little popularity, and it seems that monks occasionally pass by and rest here.
The nearby demonic atmosphere is also weaker.
In front of the ruined temple, there is a stone step, which is simple and steep.
Ink painting climbed up the steps, his body was like water, his feet were light, and he soon arrived in front of the ruined temple gate.
One missing door to the dilapidated temple, and the other one was also mottled by the sun and rain.
After entering the door, the walls were airtight and dirty.
The cold moonlight shone from the roof, reflecting a clay sculpture in the middle, with white light and gloomy face.
The clay sculpture has a long and narrow face, with a human face, but no one looks like it.
As the eyes shone through the moonlight, there was a hint of strangeness. Through the dark night, I looked at the ink paintings in disguise.
Ink painting is fearless, with big eyes open, and also looks at the clay sculpture.
After looking at each other for a while, it seemed that the clay sculpture''s gaze was silently moved away because of the deflection of the moonlight...
The ink painting did not let it go, and walked to the clay sculpture with deep eyes, staring at the clay sculpture.
The clay sculptures are safe and stable immediately, and they are all done.
Mo Hua jumped onto the stage, looked at the clay sculpture for a while, and muttered:
"No, why are there nothing?"
“It should be…”
"I can''t read it wrong..."
Mo Hua looked puzzled.
The eyes of clay sculptures are no longer shining, and they even want to close their eyes.
Mo Hua licked her lips, "What a pity..."
Then he jumped off the public hall, cleared a piece of open space, and drew a warm fire array with his spiritual sense.
As soon as the warm fire array lit up, the orange-yellow fire rose, dispelling the night in the temple and the coldness in the mountains.
The ink painting was wrapped in a small blanket and roasted on fire, and it felt very warm.
The warmth rose, and Mo Hua suddenly felt hungry, so she took out some mountain potatoes and jerky meat from the storage bag and put them on the warm fire array to roast.
Roast on fire, eat fragrant and glutinous mountain potatoes, chew spicy beef, and drink sweet fruit stuffed by my mother.
Mo Hua shook her head, very comfortable.
After eating and drinking, Mohua put out the warm fire array, wrapped the small blanket tightly, and fell asleep on the remaining warmth on the ground.
In the dilapidated temple, it became quiet.
The cold moonlight shone again, illuminating the eyes of the clay sculpture on the platform.
The clay sculpture''s cold eyes slowly drooped, looking at the body of the Inu Hua who was sleeping like a "little Zongzi", as if no one was around.
The clay sculpture''s eyes flashed, I didn''t know what I was thinking about.
With enough effort to make a cup of tea, a faint white light emerged from the clay sculpture.
This layer of light seems to be empty and illusory, blurred and obscure.
The spiritual consciousness can be sensed, but the eyes cannot see it.
The white light gradually lengthened and slowly condensed into a narrow figure.
It emerges from the clay sculpture, with a body like a human, a face like a demon, long beard and narrow eyes, and yellow hair.
This demonic figure, tiptoed, slowly approached the ink painting with the gust of cold wind, stretched out his long nails, and said with a strange voice:
“Little friend…”
"Look back..."
"Look at who I am..."
It wanted to spread this sinister sound into the dream of this little monk.
Let him wake up from his dream.
But before it finished speaking, the ink painting, which was originally "sleeping", suddenly turned its little head, stared at him with big eyes, and asked:
"Who are you?"
The evil-faced demon shadow was startled.
"You, you haven''t fallen asleep?"
Then it was shocked again, "No, can you see me?"
"Didn''t you let me see you?" Mo Hua said strangely.
“No, no…”
The demon shadow shook his head repeatedly. The "look" it said was to see in a dream, and to see a strange and terrifying nightmare formed by itself.
Instead of looking at it with your eyes in reality.
The demon shadow was a little panicked, "What the **** is going on..."
How did he see himself?
Could it be...it is its spiritual sense too strong?
Impossible, how strong can he be as a little devil?
"Who are you?" Mo Hua asked again.
The demon shadow came back to his senses and showed anger on his face. He was about to say something, but he saw Mo Hua''s gaze clear and sharp, and even had a hint of strangeness, as if he wanted to see through him.
The demon shadow felt a palpitation in his heart, and then he heard the sound of the ink painting crisply:
"Are you the one in the clay sculpture just now?"
"Clay sculptures of the Mountain God Temple..."
"Are you a mountain god?"
"No, the old man at the foot of the mountain told me that the mountain **** has become an evil spirit and has been killed."
"So, are you a fake?"
"Human body, demon face, parasitic clay sculpture means that you are neither a human nor a demon, but a divine thought, either born with evil spirits or humanized ghosts..."
The demon shadow''s heart sank.
How could this little devil know so much?
How old is he? It''s just like dealing with these evil spirits every day...
The demon shadow showed a fierce look and said, "You''re scared. Since you know, why don''t you hurry up..."
Before it finished speaking, a fireball roared over.
This fireball was fast and accurate, with flames lingering on it, heading straight for the demon shadow''s face.
But the fireball did not hit, but passed through the face of the demon shadow and flew out of the door. With the explosion, the fire filled the sky, burning several rocks.
The demon shadow was stunned and then furious.
Fireball technique makes your face messy!
This little foreign monk is so rude!
If you disagree, throw the fireball?
Fortunately, I am a body of divine thoughts. The magic composed of spiritual power cannot hurt the body of thoughts. Otherwise, if I suffer this blow on my face, wouldn’t it be a disfigurement? !
“What a courage!”
The demon shadow was full of anger. He wanted to give this young monk a little color and teach him some rules for being a monk!
But the ink painting is gone...
"Is Fireball Technique useless..."
"Because it is the lethality at the spiritual level..."
“Evil thoughts…spiritual consciousness…”
Mo Hua muttered while pondering.
His previous confrontation of divine thoughts was in the sea of ??consciousness, and every method and technique was manifested by divine thoughts, which could kill evil thoughts.
But now, outside of the sea of ??consciousness, I lack experience in ink painting and I don’t know what methods are easy to use.
The ink painting is self-examination.
The demon shadow was even more furious.
The child with yellow mouth is arrogant!
This is not taking myself seriously at all.
After all, I was once a mountain **** and was worshipped by others. Although I am now in a down-and-out state, I will not be able to fall to the point where I was bullied by a little devil!
In your own temple, you have your own statue of **** blessing and your mind is stable.
I am also a body of spiritual thoughts. If my blood and energy are not damaged, my spiritual power is not invaded, and I will basically be invincible.
I was originally thinking that this little devil was young, so I scared him away.
But since he was so ignorant, he had to take some ruthless measures to let him know that the sinisterness of practicing Taoism...
The demon shadow''s eyes were red, his breath increased sharply, and his originally thin body gradually became stronger, and his limbs grew hair, turning into a huge "yellow skin"...
Ink paintings are not only not afraid, but also novel.
He has seen those who have become "evil ghosts" and those who have become "zombies". This is the first time he has seen them, and those who have become "weasels"...
Huangpizi looked at Mo Hua with a ferocious look, as if he was about to take action.
Ink painting made a little thoughtful thought and decided to start first. He put a little hand in his hand and drew the golden lock formation under the yellow skin''s feet.
The first-grade gold lock array is simple, so it is spread very quickly.
As soon as the golden lock formation is formed, chains are formed to lock the yellow-skinned demon shadow.
The yellow skin was bound by the golden lock formation. After breaking free from it for a few strokes, it pulled the chain and escaped, but it was still shocked.
"Formation?"
"Without pen and paper, how did this little devil lay it out?"
But Mo Hua nodded secretly.
I was right.
The power of spells is determined by spiritual power.
Although the damage of the formation is also composed of spiritual power, it not only contains the laws of the great way, but also condenses a large amount of spiritual consciousness.
Use spiritual consciousness to restrain spiritual thoughts.
So the spell cannot hurt it.
But the formation is effective against this "yellow skin" demon shadow that is free from blood, flesh, spirit, and energy, body, and spiritual power.
But compared to the formations composed purely of spiritual consciousness in the sea of ??consciousness, the power is a little worse.
But it''s good to be useful...
What''s more, what I am using now is just a first-grade formation.
Mo Hua took out several bottles of spiritual ink in a row, and began to hold his breath and concentrate, and his spiritual sense controls the ink to build a more complex formation... Huang Pizi felt a little panicked when he saw the calm ink painting...
It feels that things are a little bit beyond their control...
This little devil is calm and unhappy, one move after another, full of confidence, and it is a little unsightly.
never mind?
But if a dignified mountain **** can''t beat a little ghost, wouldn''t it be a joke?
Huangpizi was ruthless and gritted his teeth, trying to kill Mo Hua.
But before the body of the ink painting was approaching, the golden ink pattern appeared at the soles of the feet, condensed into three golden locks to restore the formation, trapping it firmly.
The yellow-skinned minions and used them together and struggled to break free.
The first-grade Golden Lock Formation, although it is now in a down-and-out and has different strengths than before, it can still handle it.
But before it could break free, it looked down and saw more golden lock formations appearing in the soles of its feet.
Yellow Pi Zi was both shocked and frightened.
"What''s going on with this little devil?"
"What kind of education did he receive? How could he still draw the formation like this?!"
If you draw the formation like this, you can’t win...
Yellow-pie thought of retreating.
"Are you asking for forgiveness?"
As soon as this idea emerged, it was rejected by Huangpi.
I am a **** of my own, how could I beg for mercy from a little devil and not be laughed at to death if I don’t say anything?
Let''s hold on for now...
Little monk, even if he has stronger spiritual consciousness and better learning the formation, how long can he last?
When they can''t hold on, they pretend to be like a "draw" and stop each other, so as not to lose too much face...
But before it could finish thinking, my eyelids suddenly twitched wildly.
It found that at some point, there were some fiery red lines and surging spiritual power flowing among them, and the magnificent spiritual thoughts surged in them...
Second-grade formation!
It is not an ordinary second-grade formation, at least a killing formation with the first-grade twelve or even thirteen-line patterns!
Huangpi''s heart trembled, opened his eyes wide, and immediately threw away the dignity of the mountain god, shouting:
"My friend! My friend!"
“You have something to say!”
Mo Hua ignored him and continued to set up the formation...
Huangpi gritted his teeth and shouted, "My master, little ancestor!"
"Please stop drawing, it will be fatal if you draw it again!"
It finally condensed into this body and was bombed again. It would be scattered and would be doomed...
Ink painting stopped.
It’s not that he really wants to stop, but that he can’t continue to draw.
Although his spiritual sense is strong, it is already a bit difficult to draw the second-grade thirteen-patterned earth fire array using this difficult method of setting up the array of spiritual sense.
The gold lock array was deployed before, and a lot of spiritual consciousness was consumed.
Now, this second-grade earth fire array is probably endless. Even if it is finished, its spiritual consciousness is on the verge of exhaustion.
Moreover, this yellow man is so sensible that he calls himself a little ancestor, and there are only a large number of ink paintings, so let it go for the time being.
Mo Hua walked to Huangpi and asked:
"You want to harm me?"
Huang Pizi said helplessly: "I just want to scare you..."
Mo Hua was puzzled, "For no reason, why did you scare me?"
Huangpizi smiled bitterly, "Your spiritual sense is a little strange. As soon as you enter the door, you stare at the statue of the mountain god, as if you have seen something..."
"I''m afraid you will see the details and cause disasters, so I want to scare you and let you leave earlier, without any other malice..."
"Oh..." Mo Hua Sixin Feixin nodded and asked again: "Who are you?"
Huangpizi said, "I am the mountain **** here..."
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "No, the mountain **** here has been slaughtered!"
Huangpizi hurriedly said, "I dare not lie to me. I am indeed a mountain god, named Huangshanjun. I wear yellow demon skin, and my surname is Huang, and I am also a mountain god, so I am named "Shanjun"..."
"When I practiced Taoism, something went wrong and evil thoughts grew. Then I was killed by the righteous monk..."
"But because of the deep roots, there is a glimmer of hope."
"In recent years, we have built this dilapidated temple, drove away miasma and demons, and provided the monks who live in the country to rest, which has also made a good relationship."
"In addition, the mountain **** statue is worshipped, and there is a hint of incense."
"This also condenses this body, but its strength is not as strong as before, and it''s just a lingering life..."
Huang Shanjun sighed.
Seeing that his expression was not as fake, Mo Hua reluctantly believed him a little, but still threatened:
"You better not lie to me, or I will eat you!"
Huang Shanjun was stunned and laughed a little.
I think it’s a child after all, and I won’t even threaten people.
I am a divine mind, what should he...
Huangshan Jun suddenly felt a terrified. As soon as the word "eat" appeared, he felt that it had affected the cause and effect, and he couldn''t help but feel frightened.
"this…"
This little monk can really eat himself?
No... Maybe it''s him, he has eaten a lot...
Huang Shanjun opened his mouth, his eyes full of horror.
"What exactly is this little monk? Why is it more scarier than himself?"
Huangshanjun wished he could slap himself.
Why did I just care about this and cause this little disaster? !
When this little ancestor came in, wouldn’t he just hide in the clay sculpture and pretend to die?
Why do you want to be humble and go and take a look at him?
This time I almost lost my life...
Huangshanjun felt bitter.
But Mo Hua stared at Huangshanjun and suddenly asked:
"I''ll ask you a few questions."
Huang Shanjun immediately retreated from his demonic form, revealing his true form of a human body and a demonic face, and said respectfully:
"Mr., may I ask!"
Mo Hua asked, "You are a divine mind, but you are a human being, or a demon? And the mountain god...what exactly is it?"
“How can it be considered a ''god’?”
Ink Hua asked several questions in a row.
Huangshanjun was a little surprised.
He thought that this young monk was so capable and proficient in killing divine thoughts, so he must have a very profound knowledge of his family, but the questions he asked were somewhat different in depth.
He knows what he shouldn''t know, not only does he know, but he is also terrifyingly profound.
But he didn''t seem to know much about what he should know...
"Is the inheritance incomplete, or is it that the master only taught half of it..."
Huang Shanjun speculated in his heart, but he did not dare to hide it.
It was afraid that this little monk would "deceive" it. He understood clearly, but pretended not to understand, and then grabbed his own words and "eat" himself.
It is dangerous to practice Taoism, and it is not impossible...
Huangshan Jun said:
"All the bodies of divine thoughts in the world are like the spiritual consciousness of the monks, the ghost thoughts of the evil ghosts, and the evil thoughts of the evil spirits, and the evil thoughts of the evil spirits. They are all false and unreal ''body''s mind''."
"Ghost is the mindful body."
"The monk''s deadline is approaching, and the Taoist will disappear after death. The divine thoughts transformed after death are usually ghosts."
"Ghosts and evil spirits are distorted and mutated, and they will swallow people''s spiritual consciousness and maintain their own ghost consciousness, especially the spiritual consciousness of their close relatives. For ghosts, they are even more of a tonic.
“‘God’ is also a kind of mind.”
"But it is very harsh to cultivate into a god, which is related to the great way, cause and effect, offerings, incense, etc."
"I am just a mountain god. I received some incense and gained belief. By chance, I obtained the position of the mountain god, but I don''t know more about the more profound things..."
“Especially…”
Huangshanjun showed fear, "It is said that there are ancient and supreme demon gods, evil gods and demon gods born from ancient times..."
"These existences are invisible, unknowable, and even close to the ''Tao'' and almost the ''Immortal''..."
Ink painting feels slightly in his heart.
This world of cultivation seems to be bigger, deeper, terrible and complicated than you imagined...
Mo Hua looked at Huang Shanjun again and said in confusion:
"Mountain God, is it good to practice the right path?"
Huang Shanjun smiled awkwardly and said, "As long as it is...at least his spiritual consciousness is clear, he wants to be popular, he wants to make good relationships, and he has good results..."
"Then why did you become bad again before? You were still beheaded?" Mo Hua said curiously.
Huang Shanjun seemed to have been stabbed in his chest, he hesitated for a moment, and said helplessly:
"This...ah, it is inevitable that you will make mistakes in practicing practices..."
"I am a mountain god, and I am too comfortable. My spiritual thoughts have not increased for a long time, so I have a bad idea and ate... and ate a few people..."
The eyes of the ink painting became cold.
Huang Shanjun was chilling all over and immediately said, "It''s not ''me'', it''s the ''me'' I used to..."
Mo Hua had a stern face, "You were not you in the past?"
Huangshan Jun wanted to cry without tears, "Evil thoughts grow, one body and two thoughts, I can''t..."
"Then what?"
"Then... I ate a few people. Although my divine thoughts were dirty, they were indeed stronger. Just when I was smug, I was calculated by the monks from the nearby righteous sect..."
"There is a white-clothed sword cultivator with a profound realm. He killed me with one sword..."
"After I was killed, I still had a trace of my breath because of my previous good fate..."
"The sword cultivator said, ''God has the virtue of being a good life'', ''One death and one life cannot be cut off'', ''Leave a glimmer of life'', etc., let me go."
"But he also warned me that if I do evil again, I will kill you."
"So, sir, I really don''t dare to harm you..."
Huangshan Jun wished he could cut his heart open for ink paintings.
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, and suddenly remembered another question:
"You are the mountain god, the body of divine thoughts. How can the sword cultivator use a sword to kill you?"
"yes…"
As if thinking of the scene at that time, there was still a great fear in Huang Shanjun''s eyes.
"The sword of divine thoughts..."
Mo Hua was stunned, then his eyes were bright.
Divine Thoughts…
Transform into a sword!
(This chapter ends)