Chapter 611 The Sword of Divine Thoughts
It was afternoon, and the bright sunshine shone among the lush forests.
A stone stairs dyed with moss lead to the top of the mountain.
Mo Hua''s steps were light and his figure was light. He climbed the mountain steps and hummed a small song in his mouth.
But when he walked to the dilapidated temple, he was stunned.
"No one?"
The ruined temple was empty, there was no figure, and there was no breath of a mountain **** in the perception of the divine thoughts.
Mo Hua looked closely and saw that on the stage, a few steamed buns had already rotten and a few fruits and melons and fruits had also dried. I don’t know how long it had been stored.
There was no meat on the table, only a wine glass.
The wine glass is full, but it is not wine inside, but the rainwater flowing from the eaves when the mountain rains. The water surface is clear, but the bottom of the cup is covered with soil ashes.
Looks sad.
Ink painting has some sympathy.
What a miserable mountain god.
“Mr. Huangshan?”
Mo Hua shouted a few words, but the temple was empty, the eaves leaked, and the mountains were lonely. The sound echoed a few times, but there was no trace.
“Aren’t you at home?”
Mo Hua frowned, and there was a feeling of melancholy that he traveled thousands of miles to see his friend, but his friend was gone out and gone.
“That’s wrong…”
Where can it be a mountain god? Don''t want the temple either?
The ink painting looked around, but the ruined temple was just a little big, with the four walls being tattered. After looking at it, there was still no Huang Shanjun.
Mo Hua narrowed her eyes and suddenly felt aroused her heart.
He realized that the light golden blood marrow refined from the "bone marrow" pursued by the demon leader and the sheep horns suddenly trembled.
Mo Hua suddenly realized it and knew it in her heart. She followed the light golden blood of divine thoughts and left the temple gate, walked around the dilapidated temple, and found a statue of a puppy at the corner of the wall behind the temple.
The puppy statue, gray and dirty, with his head hanging down, lying in the grass, not daring to reveal his breath at all.
Mo Hua squatted in front of the puppy statue, looking at it silently with big eyes.
The puppy didn''t dare to move.
"Hello-"
Mo Hua whispered.
The puppy''s clay sculpture''s eyes seemed a little panicked for some reason.
“Shanjun—”
Mo Hua shouted in a low voice again.
Clay puppy, I wish I could close my eyes.
"After all, I''m a mountain god, so it''s not embarrassing to hide in a puppy..." Mo Hua said.
The puppy was ashamed and angry, but still showed no reaction.
Mo Hua looked a little unhappy, raised three fingers and said in a solemn voice: "I''ll only count three times, and I won''t come out again, I''m welcome..."
"three…"
"two…"
After counting the three strokes, smoke immediately curled up on the puppy statue, Huang Shanjun''s narrow smiling face appeared.
Seeing Mo Hua''s face not very kind, Huang Shanjun smiled enthusiastically and affectionately:
"Ah...Who am I at that time? It turns out to be a friend. There is nothing wrong in the mountains. I bask in the sun and fell asleep accidentally. If I miss you, don''t blame me. Don''t blame me..."
Mo Hua looked up at the sky and said strangely:
"I''m in the shade here, what sun do you bask in?"
Huang Shanjun suffocated and squeezed out his smiling face, "I bask in the sun with my back, it''s warm and cool..."
Then he was afraid of ink painting asking questions, so it immediately changed the topic:
"Is there anything wrong with my friend coming to see me?"
Mo Hua''s attention was indeed transferred away.
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, just about to speak, but looked at Huang Shanjun and asked curiously, "Do you want to stay in this puppy all the time?"
Huang Shanjun complained, "You think I want it..."
"If it weren''t for hiding you..."
When Huangshan Jun thought about this, he was stunned and asked:
"How do you know that I''m ''hiding''...No, I''m basking in the sun here?"
It is "reducing the nobles" and doesn''t even want to show its face. It lives in such a small clay sculpture of a local dog, and even the origin of the mountain **** is hidden, but it is still found...
Mo Hua said: "I feel it."
"Feel?"
"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "I feel like you are here, and then I came over to look for it and found that you are indeed here!"
Huangshanjun''s scalp was numb when he heard this.
It''s over, this little disaster star can''t escape...
It''s so outrageous...
Smart little ghosts are not scary. The most terrifying thing is this kind of little ghost who is not only smart but also treacherous.
If you don’t talk about any routine, you can’t be guarded against...
Huang Shanjun sighed, slowly came out of the puppy clay sculpture, and reached out to make a gesture of invitation, "Please go to the humble house to reminisce..."
So the mountain **** led the way in front, and the ink painting swayed and followed the mountain **** into the dilapidated temple.
Huangshan Jun turned into wisps of blue smoke, and was still staying in the center of the public hall, in the clay sculpture of the mountain god.
Mo Hua sat on the edge of the platform and chatted with Huang Shanjun "shoulder-side" on his face.
But Huang Shanjun seemed a little restrained, and the ink painting was puzzled:
"I can''t ''eat'' you, why are you so afraid of doing?"
Huang Shanjun smiled and said to himself: "Guess I believe it or not..."
But it still smiled on the surface:
"My friend is smart, and his heart is as clear as a mirror. He is extraordinary. I can''t even make friends with you. How could he hide from you?"
Mo Hua naturally didn''t believe it. He looked at Huang Shanjun and asked curiously:
"Mr. Shan, weren''t you very powerful before?"
Huang Shanjun was stunned, his smile was calm, and he said strangely: "How do you know?"
“I guess.”
Huang Shanjun shook his head, "Do you look so powerful?"
Mo Hua looked at Huang Shanjun with a clear eyes and a calm voice:
"The body is ten feet long, the minions are seven feet long, the brown fur, the magical power covers the mountain, the breath is thick, the eyes are soaked in blood, and the endless ferocity and evil thoughts are entangled in the body..."
Huang Shanjun''s eyes suddenly became ferocious, and then he touched the deep gaze of the ink painting, and his face turned pale in an instant.
"You, you...after all..."
Mo Hua blinked and whispered:
"You really looked like this before?"
Huang Shanjun looked bitter, "How did you know?"
Mo Hua said: "I dreamed at night and dreamed of a mountain **** like a yellow rat. I guess it might be you, so I came to ask you."
Huangshan Jun looked complicated and hesitated for a while, and sighed:
“That’s all in the past…”
"In the past, I did enjoy a place of incense, with strong spiritual thoughts, covering mountains and rivers, turning into a divine form, and under the laws of heaven, I was almost incomparable to the top of a world."
"But the mountain **** is like a human. Once he feels arrogant, he will be invaded by evil spirits."
"You will know what happened later... Alas, I can''t look back. I''m now in the morning..."
"…Are you bullied by me?" Mo Hua said.
Huang Shanjun nodded, "Yes..."
Halfway through his speech, it suddenly felt a chill in his heart and immediately smiled, "No, no, you didn''t bully me..."
Mo Hua thought about it, and what appeared in his mind was Huangshan Jun''s majestic and evil spirit. He looked at his current desolate and outdated appearance, and it was still a little unbelievable.
Huang Shanjun seemed to see what Mo Hua was thinking and sighed:
"All the existences in the world, whether humans or demons or gods, are mostly puppets of power, fame, wealth, power and status."
“This is especially true for people.”
"A beggar becomes an emperor and has the blessing of power, and he will be like an emperor;"
"An emperor becomes a beggar and loses power, so he can only shake his tail and beg for mercy."
"A person who truly transcends foreign things, is unruly power, fame and fortune, and is extraordinary in spirit, has always been rare..."
"So is the same for me, the mountain god."
"When I was so powerful that I had boundless power, I was naturally majestic..."
"But the majestic one is not me, but the great power of heaven and earth that regards me as a ''puppet''..."
"Later, my cultivation was slashed with one sword. Without that great power, I was just myself, a down-and-out little mountain god. I could only live like now, with my tail between my feet..."
The ink painting looked surprised, not only sighing at Huangshan Jun’s transparency, but also feeling that Huangshan Jun is pitiful.
Huang Shanjun was "sympathetic" by the ink painting, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body, and he had to say:
"You came to me, not just to expose the scars..."
Mo Hua nodded, "That''s natural, I''m not so idle..."
Huang Shanjun''s eyelids twitched, and he looked helpless.
This child is obviously innocent, but he always feels heartbroken when he speaks...
Huangshanjun sighed:
"What''s wrong with you? If you want to ask, ask..."
After asking early, go back early.
Huangshanjun wanted to send the ink painting away.
Mo Hua immediately said, "Can you teach me the sword technique of killing you, the magical sword that turns into a sword?"
Huang Shanjun muttered, "I said it, I won''t..."
Mo Hua shook his head, "Although you don''t know, you have such strong divine consciousness and have been chopped by yourself. You must know the principle of this divine consciousness-turning sword, and probably know how this divine consciousness sword was cultivated!"
"I have no idea…"
"No, you know!" Mo Hua''s eyes were bright and his tone was firm.
Huang Shanjun was seen by the ink painting with big eyes, and felt a headache.
It feels that it has never met such a difficult little ancestor in its entire life...
"Forget it, I''ll tell you..."
Huangshanjun compromised.
Tell me early and get rid of it early. If I don’t say it, I don’t know when I will be missed...
Huang Shanjun seemed to think of the past, his expression slightly constrained, and his eyes were solemn:
"This sword technique is called..."
"The true secret of Taixu''s divine thought transforming sword!"
Huang Shanjun''s tone was abrupt. After reading it, he looked at Mo Hua. He was not surprised to see him, and was stunned for a moment, "Do you know?"
"Yes!" Mo Hua said.
"How did you know?"
Mo Hua jumped off the stage, spread her arms, and showed Huang Shanjun the mysterious and white colors on her body, and the elegant and elegant Taoist robe:
"Guess, what kind of Taoist robe am I wearing?"
Huang Shanjun stared at him, suddenly became shocked, and opened his mouth wide, "It won''t be..."
Mo Hua smiled and said, "The Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, Taixu Sect... is the ''Taixu'' of the ''Taixu Divine Thought Transformation Sword True Art''."
Huangshanjun felt bitter.
It felt that the Taoist robe of Mo Hua looked familiar. When he heard him say this, he realized that it was indeed the Taoist robe of Taixu Sect. This little ancestor, the man who killed himself, wore the same Taoist robe as the same sect!
However, Mo Hua was wearing the Taoist robe of the original disciple.
The styles and patterns are much simpler, and there is more black color and less white. Unlike the man back then, he was almost wearing white clothes, so he didn''t recognize him...
Huang Shanjun''s eyes were grim, "You are a disciple of the Taixu Sect, so you can just learn it yourself, why bother asking me?"
"There is no sect, I can''t find it..."
Mo Hua said, and then thought for a while, "It is also possible that my level is too low, my authority is not enough, and I can''t learn it..."
Huang Shanjun was silent and didn''t want to say anything.
Mo Hua said, "Tell me, I owe you a favor."
"What''s the use of your favor..."
Huang Shanjun muttered in his heart, but he was still very honest, "Okay, I''ll tell you..."
Mo Hua jumped onto the public hall again, sat cross-legged, listening quietly.
Huang Shanjun sighed, "I am a mountain god, and the person of divine thoughts is different from ordinary monks, so my understanding of divine thoughts should be deeper..."
"I fought with the sword cultivator of Taixu Sect. During the fight, I was cut by the sword energy of the divine mind and was covered with bruises. I also understood a little bit the mystery of this sword technique..."
"The sword technique of transforming a sword into a divine mind is different from the general sword technique."
"Ordinary sword technique is to inject spiritual power all over your body into the spiritual sword, condense it into ''sword energy'', and then use sharp sword energy to kill the enemy."
"The sword is different from the sword''s mind. It needs to be on the sword energy and then condense the invisible and intangible, but infinitely mysterious ''sword intent'' that manifests itself..."
"You must use sword energy as the foundation and use sword intent to temper the charm of the spirit to exert extremely powerful power. Visible objects can be cut, and invisible spirits can also be cut!"
"in short…"
"Generally, when using swords to cast swords, they are cultivated with sword energy."
"And the sword that turns divine thoughts into a sword is to go further and cultivate the sword intent."
"One of the two is indispensable. Only when the sword energy is cultivated to the extreme can the sword intent be cultivated. With the blessing of the sword intent, the sword energy can be invincible and kill all directions!"
A hint of arrogance appeared in Huang Shanjun''s eyes:
"If it weren''t for this sect, the true secret of Taixu''s divine thoughts to transform the sword could be transformed from reality to virtual, and use a tangible sword to cut the invisible god. There might not be anyone in the world that year, and I could do anything to me..."
Ink painting carefully said:
"Then you... will you become a ''Dao evil''?"
Huang Shanjun felt cold in his heart, shocked in his heart, and his expression was even more unbelievable:
"You...how do you know?!"
Mo Hua nodded, "I have seen it, this is how Taoist evil is raised..."
Moreover, I also killed the evil spirit of the aisle!
However, this kind of thing is a bit taboo and it is difficult to say...
Despite this, Huang Shanjun still took a breath.
It felt more and more that the little ancestor of Mo Hua could not afford to offend him.
Huangshan Jun immediately restrained his arrogant expression.
Can''t brag anymore.
If you brag again, you will blow your skin to pieces. If this little ancestor sees it again, it will be a bad thing...
Mo Hua did not notice the subtle expression on Huang Shanjun''s face, but instead thought about the matter of turning a sword into a divine mind:
"You must first cultivate the sword energy, cultivate the sword energy to the extreme, and then turn from reality to virtual, cultivate the sword intent, and integrate the sword intent into the sword energy, so that you can practice the ''Taixu Divine Thought and Sword True Sword''..."
Ink painting was disappointed.
"If I don''t become a sword cultivator and do not cultivate sword energy, wouldn''t I be unable to learn the magical mind turning into a sword?"
Huang Shanjun nodded and said, "This is natural."
Mo Hua thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "If I don''t cultivate sword energy, but my spiritual consciousness is strong enough, I will directly transform my spiritual thoughts into sword intent, will this work?"
Huang Shanjun felt that the ink painting was whimsical and said angrily:
"If you don''t cultivate sword energy, where can you get the sword intent?"
"You are a formation master. If you don''t draw formations, can you understand the formation?"
“Isn’t this the same reason…”
"The better your sword is, the more sharp your sword energy is. The purer and stronger the sword intent you cultivate is..."
"How can you turn it by transforming your divine thoughts alone? Is your divine thoughts stronger than the sword energy of the sword cultivator?"
"Besides, how strong can your spiritual sense be?"
Mo Hua whispered: "Is the sixteen patterns enough?"
Huang Shanjun sneered, "Sixteen lines, what enough?"
What else did Huang Shanjun want to say, but suddenly he was stunned and turned to look at the Mo Hua, "How many?"
“Sixteen lines…”
Huang Shanjun''s expression froze...
Sixteen lines...why are there sixteen lines?
What age and level are you?
Where did the sixteen-patterned spiritual consciousness come from in the early stage of foundation building?
You never ate something...
Huang Shanjun''s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked at his nose and nose, and said softly:
"The sixteen-patterned spiritual consciousness is already very strong, but it is still not enough to really want to turn a magical sword into a magical sword..."
“How much does that cost?”
"Yu..." Huang Shanjun said to his lips and then he lowered his grade, "At least, the golden elixir is more than twenty lines..."
"And, the golden elixir may not be able to be cultivated..."
"After all, the divine thought turns into a sword, which is the sword energy transformed into a sword intent. The sword intention manifests the sword energy, not simply, and the sword energy is manifested with the ''divine thought''..."
Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I understand."
Let’s try it for now.
One day I will have twenty-character pills in my spiritual sense, and try to see if I can transform into a sword based on my spiritual thoughts alone.
Before this, let’s explore the orthodox "The True Art of the Sword of the Taixu Divine Thought".
After all, Huang Shanjun’s statement is a statement from the perspective of “victims” and may not be the true and true method of turning into a sword, and can only be used as a reference.
When Mo Hua thought of this, she complained:
"I asked last time, why didn''t you tell me?"
Huang Shanjun said with a complicated expression:
"Tell you, will you let me chop me after you have practiced..."
Mo Hua was stunned and thought about it, so he didn''t blame Huang Shanjun, but took out some wine and meat from the storage bag.
When you come to see friends, you naturally have to bring some gifts.
"I bought it for you..."
There are pork, beef, fruits and vegetables, some fun, and wine...
At that moment, Huang Shanjun was stunned, and a warm current surged in its heart...
After so many years, it has been used to eating steamed buns and chewing wild fruits. It drinks rain water every day and has no incense offerings. It has long been so thin...
This kid in ink painting...
It’s a bit bad, it’s a bit ruthless, it’s a bit unreasonable, but it’s pretty good-hearted...
Huangshan Jun felt deeply relieved.
Ink paintings place wine and meat on the platform.
The offering platform is used for sacrifices, and the wine and meat for sacrifices will be divided into two parts.
Some are still entities, and the other part is transformed into "sacrifices" that exist in divine thoughts for sacrifices to the mountain gods or some kind of gods to enjoy.
The meat that the mountain **** has enjoyed will turn white and tasteless;
The wine you have enjoyed will become light and water.
When the ink painting put the offerings one by one, just when it was placed on a leg of lamb, Huang Shanjun''s expression changed slightly and he immediately said:
"Don''t want a sheep!"
Mo Hua was slightly stunned, "Don''t want a sheep?"
Huang Shanjun''s face turned slightly pale and nodded, "I don''t eat mutton..."
Ink paintings find it a bit strange, but they don’t go into it in depth.
Respect other people’s eating habits.
People are picky about food, so will the mountain gods.
However, you can''t waste it...
In the ink painting, keep the lamb legs and eat them by yourself.
In the dilapidated temple, Huangshanjun and Mo Hua were eating together.
Huangshanjun enjoys the offering of spiritual flesh and drinks fine wine, but he doesn''t think so that he can''t help looking at the ink painting on the side.
Mo Hua sat on the stage, holding a lamb leg and gnawing, eating with relish.
"The meat I dare not eat is eating ink painting..."
Huang Shanjun''s eyes trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt a terrified heart.
Visually, it always feels that ink painting will do some terrible things in the future...
…
After eating and drinking, Mo Hua said goodbye to Huangshanjun.
The idea of ??Taixu''s divine thoughts turning into swords became clearer in his mind.
Divine consciousness, sword energy, secret books.
There are three directions in total.
"The 20 lines of spiritual consciousness are still a bit long..."
The Twenty-Secret Realm, the Divine Consciousness Knot Pill, must be the Great Threshold of the Dao, I don’t know what the bottleneck looks like…
According to Huang Shanjun, after twenty lines, you can try it and turn the magical mind into a sword.
Although you may not be able to transform into a sword, you must try it.
And sword energy...
When you have no time, you can also cultivate sword energy. Not to mention being proficient, but you must also lay some foundation for the "Sword of Divine Thought".
Then, there are the true secrets of the Taixu Divine Thought Transformation Sword True Art.
When you do more tasks, accumulate more merits, open more permissions, get to know more disciples, inquire about more clues, and see if you can find a way to get it in advance...
Although it is still early, we can prepare for the future and make preparations early.
Mo Hua nodded.
"It must be done step by step..."
The most urgent task is still the formation!
After returning to the sect, Mo Hua continued to practice class, learn formations, and temper his spiritual consciousness.
Every time during the break, I follow Senior Sister Murong and the others to do tasks and make contributions.
After a period of time, ink painting went through a lot of hardships and finally saved up more than 800 meritorious achievements. Then he went to the Merit Pavilion to exchange for the second-grade sixteen-patterned "Beacon Fire Yuan Magnetic Array" that he had always dreamed of.
This formation is the Bagua Thunder Magnetic Formation.
This is a confidential formation.
In Taixu Sect, few disciples go to study, and even in the entire Qianxuezhou community, there are not many proficient in it.
But for ink painting, it is extremely important.
The precious and valuable place in the ink painting unfolds the array map of "Beacon Yuan Magnetic Array", as if opening a brand new gate of the formation...
(This chapter ends)