Chapter 798 Eyes
The dry mountains are deep and quiet.
The sunlight passes through the deep forest, cut into broken shadows, spreading on the ground, bright and cool.
On the mountain steps, there are piles of fallen leaves, and they are soft when stepped on.
The rarely visited mountains reveal a unique charm.
Ink painting stepped on the fallen leaves on the mountain steps and came to the dilapidated temple again.
Inside the ruined temple, it is still so dilapidated as ever.
The roof is still leaking, the air is still leaking on the four walls, there is nothing on the platform, there is not even the bad buns, only the old rain water, sinking at the bottom of the bowl, dirty.
Huang Shanjun''s mud looked bitter.
Being poor, life is difficult.
The mountain **** is poor, and life is just as hard to bear.
The moment when the ink painting entered the door, Huang Shanjun, who looked like smoke, slowly floated out from the clay sculpture, bowed to the ink painting, and smiled on his face:
“Little friend…”
Mo Hua also looked happy and waved to it:
"Mr. Shan, it''s been a long time since I saw you. Do you miss me?"
I miss you a big headed ghost.
Don''t want to...
If you don’t come, I’m rarely quiet.
Huang Shanjun thought to himself, but his smile on his face became even more intense, and he said happily:
"This is natural. I haven''t seen my friend for a long time. I miss you very much, miss you very much..."
Mo Hua nodded, very satisfied.
Huang Shanjun sighed silently in his heart.
No wonder it has been a little uneasy since the past few days. It turned out that this "little plague god" is coming again.
But there is no way. The temple is here, and it cannot escape, so it can only accept its fate.
Mo Hua''s eyes swept through the ruined temple. He felt a little sympathetic to Huang Shanjun''s hard life, so he placed the offerings he had prepared such as chicken, duck, fish, and meat on the altar.
Although Huangshanjun doesn’t like ink paintings, he can’t refuse these chickens and duck offerings.
There were only a few people in the dry mountains, and no one offered sacrifices. He was so hungry that he was left with only a phantom.
Even if you know that ink painting is "wrong" and it has no choice.
Mo Hua put on the offerings and asked again: "By the way, does the mountain **** want to be popular?"
"Yes..." Huang Shanjun said with relief.
"That''s right," Mo Hua said, "I brought you a piece of incense, and I''ll light it for you."
Huang Shanjun’s incense burner is already broken. It was originally copper-colored and covered with a layer of black mud.
Mo Hua washed the incense burner, then put some grains on the bottom, sprinkled with a layer of incense ash, then lit a piece of incense and inserted it into the incense burner.
But just as Mo Hua personally inserted the incense into the incense burner.
Huang Shanjun felt a big hammer hit her chest hard, and her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
It immediately burst into tears and screamed:
"Don''t!"
Mo Hua stopped burning incense, turned her head and looked at Huang Shanjun with a strange look, "Do you want incense?"
Huang Shanjun''s heart was still trembling, and there was a trembling lingering in his eyes.
At that moment, he was so scared that his soul was about to dissipate.
It seems that this wisp of incense is as heavy as Mount Tai, making it breathless and it can''t bear it at all.
What''s the meaning…
This little friend’s incense... can’t he afford it? !
Huang Shanjun looked at Mo Hua deeply, then pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a forced smile:
"My friend''s kindness, I''m grateful, but let''s forget about the incense. I''ve been hungry for too long, just eat some offerings. I can''t eat the incense, otherwise it will be overwhelmed..."
"Is it broken?" Mo Hua muttered, "Can the gods even survive?"
But if you don’t eat it, just forget it.
Maybe I am used to being poor and suddenly have a full meal, so I can''t eat too well.
Mo Hua nodded.
"Then you eat the offerings."
Huang Shanjun bowed and said, "Thank you, my friend."
So in the dilapidated temple, on the clay sculpture, Huangshan Jun slowly floated out, descended on the altar table, and began to enjoy the offerings placed on the ink paintings.
He could not watch the ink painting even though he was eating.
He also took out the "snacks" prepared for himself from the storage bag, jumped onto the altar, sat side by side with Huang Shanjun, and ate together.
Huang Shanjun was secretly looking at the ink painting while eating the offerings.
Only then did he realize that ink paintings were different from before.
The breath was introverted and the mind was intact, which made him feel close to him, but he faintly revealed a sense of "majesty", which made him feel afraid.
Huangshanjun was secretly shocked.
If he remembers correctly, it''s only been a year...
After not seeing each other for a year, this little boy seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.
What’s even more outrageous is that the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is obviously stronger.
But how strong is... Huangshan Jun was a little confused for a moment.
Most of the human spiritual consciousness is sealed in the sea of ??consciousness, and only a small part of it is released.
The foundation-building monk cannot leave his body. If he wants to peek at the true nature of his spiritual consciousness, he or she will either lead him into a dream or invade his sea of ??consciousness.
Huang Shanjun quietly glanced at Mo Hua.
"Turn him into a dream, or invade his sea of ??consciousness?"
As soon as this thought emerged, he immediately extinguished it.
Once a person commits death, he will surely die.
The same is true for God.
"Being a human being requires duty, and being a **** is the same. I am no longer the same as before, and I must be more ''stay-being''..."
Huangshanjun thought silently in his heart.
Then it calmed down and began to eat the offerings.
The ink paintings are eaten quickly and voraciously. Huangshan Jun is a mountain **** and wants to put on airs, so he eats slowly and is orderly.
After finishing the ink painting, I had nothing to do, so I started asking Mr. Huangshan:
"Mr. Shan, can I ask you something about the magical sword?"
Huangshan Junsi was eating chicken legs and was a little surprised when he heard this, "Didn''t you ask before?"
Mo Hua nodded, "I''ve asked, but I''ve thought of some other questions recently."
Before, he could not turn into a sword with a divine mind, but he was a pure layman.
But now it’s different. He has mastered a little sword transformation technique, and he barely crossed the threshold with one foot. With a basic understanding, the things he asks will naturally be different.
Huangshanjun doesn’t want to answer.
Especially about the "Sword of God''s Thoughts" which is its lifelong pain.
But it is difficult to refuse if you eat people for a short mouth.
What''s more, the majesty on the ink painting is getting heavier and it is a little afraid to not answer.
"My friend, please tell me, the little **** knows everything."
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and asked Huangshanjun some of the questions he had thought about early on:
"Mr. Shan Jun, do you have to use a sword with a divine mind?
"This is natural, otherwise how is the divine mind-turning ''sword''?"
"What I mean is that after turning the divine thought into the ''sword intent'', you must rely on the sword energy or spiritual sword to display it? Can you just use it?"
"This..." Huang Shanjun hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed:
"I haven''t learned it, so I don''t know that it''s so clear, but the sword cultivator who fought with me does carry the sword intent with his sword."
"Besides, if you do not rely on sword energy or spiritual swords, even if it is feasible, you must practice the method of turning divine thoughts into swords to a very high level..."
"If you first start with everything and just learn everything and are not proficient in sword techniques, you will consider not relying on sword techniques and directly activate the sword intent of divine thoughts. Wouldn''t it be the same as having to learn to run before you learn to climb?"
Mo Hua suddenly realized, "This is also..."
Sword energy and spiritual sword are like crutches.
Only with crutches can one control the sword intent and induce the method of turning divine thoughts into swords.
Only by practicing to the depths of cultivation and being able to perfect the sword art can you consider losing your crutches and relying solely on the divine thoughts and sword intent to kill.
And even so, if you really encounter a strong enemy, you cannot simply rely on the sword intent.
Only, you must integrate the spiritual sword, sword energy and sword intent into one, so that you can exert the maximum power of the Taixu Divine Thought Transformation Sword True Art.
"The Taixu''s divine thoughts turn into swords should be used as a medium..."
Mo Hua muttered in a low voice, and then asked:
"If you don''t use the sword as a medium, what is the divine sword like? Is it like this..."
Ink painting pointed at it and gestured handsomely from the air.
"…With a finger, and the magical sword turned into a ''swoosh'', it flew over, just like a sword-wielding sword?"
Huang Shanjun touched his chin, "It shouldn''t be...but I can''t remember it."
"Think about it carefully," Mo Hua said, "recalling more, what kind of scene was when you were cut by a divine sword."
Huang Shanjun: “…”
This child always likes to sprinkle salt on other people''s wounds.
So it endured the heartache, thought about it as much as possible, and dug out the death battle that he didn''t want to review from the almost dusty memory.
A little bit of past events popped up in my heart. Huangshanjun''s aura has changed, and he seems to be no longer a down-and-out little mountain god, with some unpredictable power added between his eyebrows and eyes.
Huangshanjun said slowly:
"In that battle, I was polluted by evil thoughts and lost my mind. I fought to the death with the sword cultivator, almost fighting by instinct."
"And the sword cultivator back then had a lot of skills, and he really relied on an ancient sword that cultivated his life."
"His sword intent is vast, as vast as the vast exterior, blended into the ancient sword, with the extreme sharpness. With the flesh and blood of mortals and the sword method of cultivators, they can kill me, the god."
"I am not familiar with this sword technique, but from the experience of fighting with it, the true sword technique of the Divine Thought is still a special type of sword technique. It is just that the "sword intent" produced by the Divine Thought is attached to the sword. When it is used, it must be related to the "sword"."
"Even from the outside, it''s just an ordinary sword cultivator using sword skills."
"Only gods, or monks who are proficient in the way of divine thoughts, can see the power of this..."
Mo Hua sighed, a little disappointed, "After all the time, can you still be inseparable from swordsmanship..."
This is his weakness.
Although his sword control is very powerful, Mo Hua knew in his heart that his "sword control" was just a sign of it. In essence, it was not a sword technique, but a method of "divine thoughts and objects", but it just looked like a sword control.
“Not…”
Huang Shanjun frowned.
Mo Hua was stunned, "What does it mean?"
Huang Shanjun tried his best to recall, his eyes were solemn, and then he said in surprise:
"I remembered that when I fought with the sword cultivator, I was so fierce that I slapped his ancient sword over with a slap."
"The ancient sword cultivator lost his hand and lost his sword as a supporter. He immediately fell into a disadvantage. I wanted to take the opportunity to kill him and rush towards him. At this moment, the sword cultivator''s eyes lit up..."
Mo Hua was shocked, "Eyes?"
"Yes," Huang Shanjun nodded, "...the eyes lit up, and there seemed to be a sword light in his eyes, which was extremely sharp. I only took a look and felt my eyes sting, and my mind was full of pain from being Lingchi in the body..."
"And taking advantage of this gap, the sword cultivator used his spiritual sense to control the sword, recalled the ancient sword back to his hand, reorganized his situation, and started fighting with me again."
"But he used this move that condensed sword light in his eyes only at this critical moment. Since then, I fought to the end, and he has never used it again until each other''s energy is exhausted."
"That is to say..." Mo Hua''s eyes lit up, "Can the true art of transforming the sword into a divine mind, even if you don''t use a sword, can you use your eyes to display the killing sword intent?"
Huang Shanjun shook his head, "I don''t know. I just saw that the man used this trick, but it was only once."
"I don''t even know whether this is the trick of the true art of the Divine Thought Transformation of Swords..."
But no matter what Huang Shanjun said about ink painting, he has already followed this idea and continued to think about it.
Eyes, sword light, killing...
But he didn''t understand, so he asked Huangshanjun:
"Why are the eyes? Not the mouth, nose, or ears? Because the eyes are the window of spiritual consciousness?"
Huang Shanjun nodded and said, "Yes, the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator is in the sea of ??consciousness, and can sense the body through external release. The strongest part of a cultivator''s spiritual consciousness is the eyes."
"The human eye is the door and window of the divine thought."
"On the other hand, the flaws in the monk''s spiritual consciousness actually lie in his eyes."
"Some ghosts and evil spirits like to attract people''s souls, or use demon sounds to confuse their ears, or use demon fragrance to lure their noses, but the most unpredictable method is the color in their eyes."
"Some ghosts, just look at it and your soul will be hooked away."
Mo Hua suddenly realized, "So that''s it..."
He silently wrote it down and decided to go back and try it, and see if he could practice sword light in his eyes.
If you can light the sword, you will save even the "sword".
Mo Hua also wants to ask about other things about the magical sword.
But no matter how much he "forced" Huang Shanjun to think about the unbearable past, he would not get more clues.
Huangshan Jun is pitiful.
Ink painting is not easy to force, so I asked another thing:
"Shanjun, what is the path the gods take?"
Gods are born with the Tao. Although they live long, they cannot live long.
Since you cannot live forever, you must also be able to obtain the Tao and ask for immortality in order to truly live with the heaven and earth.
Then, will the gods also practice "Tao"?
"What is the Tao of the gods?"
"Is the Tao that has been constantly changing qualitatively?"
Huang Shanjun said: "I don''t know what the monk said, but according to the inheritance of gods, the so-called transformation of divine thoughts refers to the process of advancement of divine thoughts and continuous "combination with Tao", which means...''Tao Transformation''."
Daohua? !
Ink painting''s expression was shocked.
He suddenly remembered that he had swallowed the divine marrow and integrated divinity with human nature, as if he had obtained some "inspiration" from the darkness, and this word almost instinctively emerged in his mind:
“The divine thoughts are transformed!”
These four words seem to be engraved in the "marrow of divineness", and naturally appear with the understanding of the great way.
It seems like a kind of...
The inheritance of gods?
And more than that…
Mo Hua vaguely remembered that a long time ago, he killed a leader of a human trafficker in black in a barren mountain.
A sheep-horned demon related to the evil **** of the Great Wilderness parasitizes the leader.
This demon should be a skeleton, and it seems to have said this to itself:
“…You have the foundation of the transformation of divine thoughts and Taoism, but why is the divine essence so weak?”
"Why are there no signs of ''food sacrifice''?"
"Why is human nature full and divine nature slight?"
“This is impossible…”
When he heard these words, he knew very little about the ways of gods and did not know any of these nouns, so he didn''t care about them at all.
But now that everything is connected, Mo Hua has a little understanding...
The so-called way of gods is to "transform" the divine thoughts of gods themselves?
Then, without realizing it, I transformed my spiritual consciousness into Taoism?
Mo Hua frowned and murmured:
“…The spiritual consciousness is transformed?”
After hearing this, Huang Shanjun shook his head and corrected: "It is not the transformation of ''spiritual consciousness'', but the transformation of ''spiritual consciousness''."
Mo Hua was stunned and a little confused, "Is there any difference?"
Huang Shanjun said: "The spiritual consciousness of a cultivator is called ''spiritual consciousness''. In addition, all the spiritual powers in the world are called ''spiritual thoughts'', and among all the spiritual thoughts, gods are especially respected."
"Only the divine thoughts of gods can be ''Taoized'', so they are called ''Taoized'', and the spiritual consciousness of monks cannot do it."
Mo Hua asked quietly, "Is there no exception?"
Huangshan Jun shook his head confidently, "Man is man, God is God. If there are exceptions, wouldn''t it be that man and God are inseparable? This does not conform to the laws of the great way..."
After saying that, it looked at Mo Hua and was stunned.
All kinds of strange signs in Mo Hua came to my heart little by little...
Huang Shanjun''s heart suddenly jumped, "You can''t be..."
Mo Hua looked innocent, "What am I?"
Huang Shanjun was stunned.
What is him?
He is a mortal, and his divine thoughts have transformed into Taoism?
No... This should be impossible. It has never heard of such a horrifying thing after living for so long.
At the root of this, how can a cultivator with a physical body transform his divine thoughts and complete the "Taoization"?
This not only requires a large amount of spiritual consciousness, but also a qualitative change in spiritual consciousness, the understanding of "Tao", but also the rare "marrow of gods"...
Even gods have many difficulties in further "Taoization".
Not to mention a little monk.
Huang Shanjun felt relieved and sighed, "It''s nothing."
I''m thinking too much...
Mo Hua blinked and didn''t dare to ask too much. He was afraid that he would reveal himself if he asked again.
Although Huangshan Jun is so down and out, he has lived for a long time and has a very rich experience. If you say more, you may be able to guess it.
Ink paintings do not know the pros and cons of "the transformation of spiritual consciousness and Taoism".
In case of something very terrible taboo that cannot be disclosed, cannot be allowed to be known to anyone, or even any God.
Once it is leaked, it will cause a huge disaster.
And Huang Shanjun guessed again...
Then I have no choice but to silence me!
Mo Hua sighed.
He also had few gods to be friends.
If it were not for no exception, he really didn''t want to lose this "good friend".
Huang Shanjun suddenly felt the cold wind blowing and his neck was chilly.
It couldn''t help but look at the ink painting and said nervously:
"My friend, aren''t you..."
"It''s nothing." Mo Hua smiled and comforted, then looked up at the sky, and said, "It''s getting late, I have to leave, there''s something to do next..."
Huangshan Jun felt relieved.
It seems that a **** guillotine that just hung on his head was removed like this.
"My friend, go slowly!" Huang Shanjun said with a smile.
Mo Hua nodded and walked out, but with one foot outside the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at Huangshanjun.
Huang Shanjun''s heart tightened and he smiled and said, "My friend, is there anything else?"
Mo Hua looked left and right and asked, "Mr. Shan. Your temple is too dilapidated. Do you want me to find someone to repair it?"
Huang Shanjun looked slightly stern and said quickly: "My friend''s kindness, Shanjun is grateful for it, but although the temple is broken, it is leaking wind and rain, I am used to living."
"As the saying goes, a big temple offers great gods, a small temple offers little gods, and this dilapidated temple just happens to be my desolate little mountain god."
"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded, and his eyes suddenly condensed when he looked at Huang Shanjun, and he said slowly:
"Shanjun, are you... hiding from something?"
As soon as these words came out, Huang Shanjun''s face changed instantly.
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