Chapter 682 Evil God
After returning to the sect, Mo Hua immediately sent a message to Gu Changhuai: ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
"Young Master Jin?"
"Yes." Mo Hua continued: "He asked Guojianglong to enter the Dao Prison first, then ''fake death'' in the Dao Prison, then changed his appearance and came out to have sex..."
Gu Changhuai was silent, his eyes were also a little scary.
This kind of slandering the law violates the law and also violates the taboo of Daotingsi.
The Daotingsi in some small places is corrupt and cheating, and bold and reckless, and it is still possible, but this is the academic prefecture, and the fifth-rank Daotingsi...
Gu Changhuai doesn''t believe it very much.
But although this child Mo Hua acts strangely and is unpredictable, he should not speak nonsense in such matters.
Mo Hua said, "So I sent the ''Briver Dragon'' to Dao Prison. You can stare at it and see if you can find out the inner demon of Dao Tingsi."
Gu Changhuai was a little surprised, and after a while he replied, "Okay..."
Mo Hua asked again, "Cut the Kinmen... Can Dao Tingsi investigate?"
Gu Changhuai said, "No. We Dao Tingsi cannot get involved in the internal affairs of the sect, unless there is clear evidence to prove that the disciples of the sect violated the Dao law and committed a serious crime, otherwise they will not be investigated, let alone arrested."
Mo Hua was a little regretful.
"Did you find something again?" Gu Changhuai asked.
Mo Hua thought about it and did not hide it:
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Sure enough!
He doesn''t speak, so he naturally agrees.
I also thought it was strange before that if the human trafficker in black was really deeply rooted, how could Daotingsi know nothing?
Mo Hua asked quickly, "Uncle Gu, how much do you know?"
The opposite side did not reply.
In the mohua again, "Uncle Gu", "Uncle Gu, are you here?", "Uncle Gu, you are talking"... and sent it over.
Gu Changhuai couldn''t stand it anymore, so he sighed and said slowly: "You know what Yu''er was robbed." "Yes." Mo Hua nodded.
How could he not know about this?
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He thought for a long time and felt that he could not follow this child to get into the slightest position, otherwise he would surround himself.
Gu Changhuai said, "You should practice well, lay a solid foundation, break through your cultivation as soon as possible, and prepare for the formation of pills. Don''t always think about these things. You can be crazy and weird, and you will mess up your mind and waste your practice."
Mo Hua sighed.
But he doesn''t think about these "gods and ghosts" things, and his cultivation level cannot be broken through...
If the evil gods do not "chew" a few bites, once they are stuck by the bottleneck, they are afraid that it will be difficult for the middle stage of foundation building.
"What if... there is really an evil god?" Mo Hua worked hard again.
Gu Changhuai really tried to think about it, but the more he thought about it, the more abstract he felt.
The word "evil god" is too unfamiliar.
In his inherent knowledge of Taoism, there is very little knowledge about "evil gods". It is hard to imagine what the evil **** looks like... He could not imagine how the evil gods could be, and in what form they would have descended to the huge fifth-grade Gan Xuezhou community... Mo Hua gave up.
He also thought about it differently. From Uncle Gu''s perspective, it seemed to be a bit difficult to understand.
Just like a child who has been growing up in the mountains, suddenly knowing that there is still a sea in this world, he must be confused.
Mo Hua suddenly remembered that the master once said.
Only when the spiritual consciousness is strong enough can you see the truth that others cannot see under the appearance and can you see the essence of all things in this world.
The evil **** should be one of the truths of this "invisible".
If ordinary monks do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness, they seem to be unable to see the gods.
Not to mention the evil gods, even the small down-and-out mountain **** of Huangshanjun is probably not visible to ordinary monks... Mo Hua compromised and said to Gu Changhuai: "Yes, I just saw a strange book called "The Ten Evil Gods of Ancient and Modern Times" in the library. It says that the evil gods can control the spiritual consciousness of fool monks and can eat people..." Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment, and then couldn''t help but say: "You Taixu Sect, the taste of your collection of books is indeed a bit unique..."
Mo Huan will not say more.
Sometimes, "ignorance" is also a kind of happiness.
I just have too strong spiritual consciousness and sometimes I can’t be happy.
Mo Hua finally remembered another thing and reminded him: "Uncle Gu, be careful recently, someone has targeted you..."
Uncle Jin and his friends seemed to have counted all the accounts of the crime repair on that list to Uncle Gu, thinking that Uncle Gu was the "master behind" who manipulated everything.
Uncle Gu seemed to have become a "big injustice" unknowingly, taking the blame for himself.
Ink painting is very disappointing.
But Gu Changhuai was used to it, "As the Dao Ting Secretary, I was already staring at by many people, it doesn''t matter if it''s more or less."
Mo Hua still reminded him, "Then be careful..."
"Yes." Gu Changhuai said lightly.
Ink painting is relieved.
Uncle Gu will not worry about debts too much, and if there are too many lice, it should not be considered as implicating him... Gu Changhuai pondered for a moment, and finally said to Mo Hua: "I will stare at that crossing the river dragon. As for that young master Jin and the Broken Gate, I will also pay attention to..."
"Sect disciples are obsessed with devils and black-clothed human traffickers, don''t worry about it. The water is deep in it, don''t trap yourself..."
Gu Changhuai finished speaking, and felt that it was useless to say what Mo Hua wanted to do, and he couldn''t care about what Mo Hua wanted to do, so he said: "Be careful, if there are any clues, tell me, and if there is a problem, tell me." "Yeah!"
Mo Hua agreed repeatedly.
He is not a fool.
Whether it is a monk in black or a disciple of aristocratic families, it is not something he can solve alone. Now that he has a ready-made helper, he will not refuse.
The conversation between the two ended here.
In the days that followed, Mo Hua practiced as usual, practiced formations, and honed his spiritual consciousness.
His cultivation is growing step by step, gradually increasing.
Because I do not pay attention to the foundation and only focus on speed, my practice progress is not fast or slow among my classmates.
His spiritual power is much deeper than when he first built the foundation, but he is still a little further away from breaking through the middle stage of foundation building.
But in addition to this, the realm of spiritual consciousness is very harsh.
His spiritual consciousness is already too strong, far beyond the level of the early stage of foundation building, and is also stuck at the bottleneck of the spiritual consciousness in the late stage of foundation building.
Therefore, it is too slow to grind by drawing formations just like dripping water wearing out a stone.
If the realm of the spiritual consciousness is stuck in the sixteen patterns, the formation level will naturally not be improved.
During this period of time, I can only try to broaden the breadth of the formation and learn more five elements and eight trigrams.
But the sixteen-patterned formation is already very tired of painting.
He really wants to draw second-grade high-level formations with seventeen patterns or above.
Especially the primordial magnetic array with a thickness of more than 17 lines will inevitably involve a higher-level primordial magnetic array and have higher-end formation applications.
Ink painting is full of expectations.
But the spiritual consciousness cannot be broken through, everything is empty talk.
There are fewer and fewer demons in Yu''er''s nightmare.
Yu''er''s complexion is getting better and better day by day, and I am very happy about Ink Painting.
But my "food rations" are getting smaller and smaller every day, and ink painting is still a bit regretful.
"I don''t know when I can have a big meal..."
Mo Hua muttered in her heart.
Otherwise, you can only wait another year for your cultivation to break through and expand your sea of ??consciousness to break through the bottleneck in your spiritual consciousness.
There is also the "evil god" thing...
Others can ignore it, but they cannot.
Ink paintings have been pondering for a long time these days.
According to what Huang Shanjun said before, ink paintings summarized that there are actually two dimensions of the promotion of spiritual consciousness.
One is the "quality" of the spiritual consciousness, and the other is the "level" of the spiritual consciousness.
Eating demons and ghosts improves the "quality" of the spiritual consciousness and the "quantity" of the spiritual consciousness, which is the so-called realm of the spiritual consciousness;
What devours the divine marrow is to improve the "level" of the divine consciousness, the "quality" of the divine consciousness, which is the so-called level of the divine consciousness.
The improvement of the spiritual consciousness of ordinary monks only has the "quality" and only the "quantity" change.
After learning the Tianyan Art, the spiritual consciousness seems to be able to change "quality", just like a god, to improve the "level" of the spiritual consciousness.
This requires oneself, if one wants to "enlighten the truth", one has to cultivate both quality and quantity, and improve one''s grade and level.
It is already troublesome to upgrade the level of spiritual consciousness, and now it is still going to upgrade.
Mo Hua’s head hurts a little.
The only way now is to try your best to get closer to the evil **** little by little.
Demons are the minions of the evil god, and the divine marrow is hidden in the evil god''s skeleton.
For the spiritual consciousness, it is a great supplement!
But the evil **** is hiding too deeply...
He doesn''t believe it if he tells him about a fool like Uncle Gu.
At present, the Fire Buddha is dead and the Demon Palace in Bishan is sinking. The only clue that can be grasped is the Cross River Dragon on the same list as Fire Buddha.
But I couldn''t keep an eye on Guojianglong.
He can''t leave the sect or enter the Taoist Prison, and it''s too late to reach. I can only ask Uncle Gu for this matter.
What''s more, this is also related to the inner demon of Daotingsi, which is originally an internal matter of Daotingsi.
I can''t control myself.
The dragon crossing the river is an earthworm, so I have to use it to fish.
But you must be patient when fishing and never be in a hurry.
When the fish eat the bait, wait for the big fish to take the bait.
In this way, I can only do it slowly...
Ink painting sighs.
I seem to be hungry for a while...
"Where is the evil god''s skeleton hidden..."
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While Mo Hua was thinking about the evil god, Mr. Tu suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils suddenly shrank in a forbidden area.
That kind of palpitations came again...
This time he was extremely sure who was brave enough to covet the Lord of God!
Suddenly, Mr. Tu''s face was cracked, his pupils were pitch black and empty, as if he was parasitic, and his mouth was hoarse and sharp:
“Find it out!”
"No matter who you are, find it!"
Mr. Tu was immediately frightened and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes..."
"Divine Lord, please calm down..."
"Everything is my fault, it''s my fault. I looked for it, but I couldn''t find it..."
"A few hundred years old, he has a hooked nose, nasolabial folds, a sinister eyes, a restrained and gentle surface, and a feminine and vicious smile..."
"Although there are several such people in Qianxuezhou, they do not meet their characteristics."
"They have absolutely no power and have broken the plan of the Lord of God..."
Mr. Tu suddenly made a majestic and terrifying roar, unlike human voices.
After that, Mr. Tu''s face turned pale.
"yes…"
"However, the minions on the list were broken too much, the altar of the Bishan Temple was destroyed, and the demon slaves were killed and injured..."
"There are too many gods who sell humans and animals who die, so there are fewer people and animals, and the sacrifices are slowly raised. The progress of the formation can only..."
Before Mr. Tu finished speaking, he suddenly bleeding from his seven orifices, lying uncontrollably on the ground, twisting his limbs.
"Yes, it''s the old servant who lost his words..."
Mr. Tu endured the pain and his voice was hoarse.
After a while, the evil power retreated, he slowly got up, knelt on the ground again with a trembling and said piously:
“My loyalty to the Lord of God is immortal!”
"One day, the great divine lord will wake up from the dust and lead the great wilderness!"
After Mr. Tu said this, his tense body relaxed a little, and he obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
He then slowly said, "Someone is hindering the Lord''s plan..."
"It''s all...someone is secretly manipulating it."
"Who has protected the divine fetus? The demons who have used the sovereignty of God to be ordered will also go without returning..."
"Even... a divine eye that was one of the thousands of divine bones that died and that was lying on his body... disappeared."
"I realized then that I was wrong."
"I underestimated him."
"This person must not be an ordinary formation master."
"This person who repeatedly blasphemed the Lord of God and hinders the Lord of God''s plan is likely to be a master of the Divine Formation who practices the Divine Formation, or a terrifying sword cultivator who practices the Divine Thoughts and Skills."
"If he practices the divine formation, I will not be afraid."
"But if it is the magical sword technique..."
Mr. Tu''s eyes felt a strong fear.
A terrible magical sword technique that has been listed as a forbidden technique has come to his mind again.
Mr. Tu finally kowtowed to the human face, sheep horns with ferocious fangs, blood-stained and white bones in front of him:
"I will find out..."
"All those who dare to stop the God Lord''s plan will eventually become straw dogs, sink into purgatory in the barren mountains, and both souls will be destroyed, and they will never be reborn!"
“Taixu Gate…”
Mr. Tu''s voice gradually became inaudible.
After he finished speaking, he did not dare to look directly at the statue of the human-faced sheep horns, lowered his eyes, bowed his body, and retreated humbly.
It was not until he left the altar that he slowly stood up, pulled out a piece of human skin, and put it on himself.
The human skin covered his body and gradually spread, covering his dead white, wrinkled face, and was soaked in blood all year round, soaked in blood, and mostly cracked skin.
Mr. Tu became a middle-aged monk with a tall figure, fair skin and gentle eyes.
He faded away his ugliness and humility just now, and slowly walked out of the gloomy forbidden area with a warm smile.
?Thank you Lu Yue Shijiu, Lu Shen’s reward~
There will be additional updates today, but it will be a little later, and it may be until evening.
??I also recommend a good book on fairy tales that is slow to warm up. Interested friends can read it~
?? "Ask the Immortal Way"
??A mortal boy mistakenly entered the path of immortality because of an accident and struggled to seek immortality. The road to immortality is difficult to ascend to the sky. Faced with many obstacles, his desire to seek the Tao remains unabated.
Looking back, the green mountains are still there, and the old are all white bones.
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(This chapter ends)