Chapter 937 Wind Pattern


    "Orphan?" Mo Hua was a little unbelievable, "Is the ''orphan'' in Gushan City the ''orphan'' of orphan?"


    "Not all," Master Gu explained, "Gushan City is adjacent to Gushan, and this Gushan, whose original name should be ''Guhuang Mountain''."


    "The mountains are rich in Ming chalcopyrite. This mine is golden and pure, dazzling and gorgeous. It is plated on spiritual weapons, treasures, and palaces, and is brighter than gold, so it is highly praised by celebrities from aristocratic families."


    "Later, the Ming chalcopyrite was over-mined and cleaned, leaving only this devastated and black mine. Due to the depression of the mines, the number of monks decreased sharply and the number of orphans increased dramatically. Therefore, this mountain was called "Gushan" and this city became "Gushan City"..."


    Mo Hua looked around and saw dozens of orphans with thin bodies, dark skin, and carrying ores. She was silent for a moment and sighed.


    Some people are born rich and luxurious all their lives.


    And some people seem to be born to endure hardships.


    This bitterness will continue to eat more and more, and you will eat it until you die...


    Mo Hua frowned and felt complicated.


    Suddenly, a child carrying a bamboo basket slipped and fell to the ground. The ore, which was as thick as black carbon, was spilled all over the floor.


    The child immediately got up regardless of the broken wound on his knees and picked up the ore scattered on the ground in panic, as if he was afraid of being robbed by others.


    Most of these ores are worthless.


    But this child still regards it as a treasure.


    This is his only way to make a living, and only by picking up these worthless **** can he have a bite of food.


    If you are outside, there may be other children robbing you.


    Fortunately, this is near the refining shop, and everyone is still following the rules and no one robs his ore.


    The child picked up the ore and carried the bamboo basket on his shoulder again.


    The heavy bamboo basket instantly bent his tiny body, and the back rope of the bamboo basket strangled two bruises.


    At this time, the child was queuing with a bamboo basket on his back.


    He could clearly put down the bamboo basket on his back and took a break, but he didn''t know if he was used to it.


    I don’t know if it’s because once I let go, I feel uneasy and I don’t know if I can have a bite of food.


    He just bent over and carried this heavy burden numbly.


    Not only him, but all the children nearby are like this.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but walk over.


    The child noticed someone approaching. When he looked up, he found that he was a young man who was as white as jade, with a smile of eyebrows as water, and was as graceful as a god. He was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his eyes as if he was ashamed.


    Mo Hua looked sympathetic and reached out to take off the bamboo basket on his back.


    The child was so scared that he shivered, but after a moment, he still didn''t resist and let Mo Hua take the bamboo basket away.


    Ink painting is inherently weak, but it is compared to foundation-building monks, so they are not even at the level of ordinary qi refining.


    The bamboo basket was very heavy and filled with pitch-black ore.


    Mo Hua weighed it, his mind moved slightly, and he took out a pen.


    He wanted to draw a formation on the bamboo basket, but as soon as he started writing, he stopped again and couldn''t help but fall into deep thought.


    It cannot be difficult to draw.


    The bamboo basket has poor material and is easy to damage, and cannot carry a complex formation structure.


    You cannot draw high-level ones.


    The spirit stones are consumed too much, and these children cannot afford them.


    Even ordinary first-grade formations containing nine-patterned patterns are too "luxury" for these children.


    After careful consideration, the ink painting was slowly started.


    He only drew one pattern.


    The simplest first-grade array pattern.


    A Bagua wind-type array pattern.


    The pattern is painted and lights up, blending into the bamboo basket.


    Mo Hua said in a gentle voice: "You can try memorizing it again."


    The child was confused and carried the bamboo basket on his back. He was suddenly stunned and looked at the ink painting in disbelief.


    While he carried the bamboo basket, the pattern lit up, and a light wind blew up from bottom to top, gently dragging the bamboo basket.


    The entire bamboo basket seemed to have become lighter and no longer had such a heavy burden.


    His shoulders will not be strangled so much.


    His waist was also straightened a little.


    This is just a low-end first-grade array pattern, and it cannot even be called a formation. The power of the array pattern is minimal, but for these children, it is enough to let them take a breath under the pressure of fate.


    Mo Hua looked at the formation pattern and suddenly understood the truth that Elder Zheng told him.


    Heaven and earth cover all life, no distinction between high and low.


    The formation includes all things, no distinction between the upper and lower levels.


    High-level formations are obscure and difficult, and can be thoroughly understood and seek the way of heaven.


    But only low-level formations that are spread all over the world can truly benefit the people.


    Sometimes, there is no need for formations, it is just a simple one or two formation patterns are enough.


    In a flash of inspiration, Mo Hua''s heart trembled.


    The simpler it is, the easier it is to learn, spread, and apply it, the more it can change the situation of the lowest people in the vast range.


    Could this be the final form of "Tao"?


    Use the most "simple" form to include the most vast and infinite great way, so that the will of the great way can be spread throughout the heaven and earth, so that all living beings can be united and the heaven and earth are united?


    This is the real thing, the way of the great things is simple, and returning to the essence?


    Ink painting was shocked.


    Suddenly, he remembered the "Guiyuan" algorithm of the Five Elements Sect''s sect inheritance.


    Simplify the complex and make the whole world one.


    Return the voluminous formation into a "source pattern" containing the laws of the five elements. Is it followed? This is the same?


    From simple to traditional Chinese, learn all the formations of the world.


    From complex to simple, we will divide thousands of formations into the source.


    Only in this way can we thoroughly understand the secrets of formations and truly ask about becoming an immortal?


    Mo Hua stood there, suddenly feeling lost. An obscure aura appeared all over his body, and a few rays of will of the Great Dao were flowing in his eyes.


    Master Gu was shocked.


    He couldn''t understand what Mo Hua understood, but he also knew that formation was the manifestation of Tao, and the formation master was the closest to Tao.


    The formation master can understand something that ordinary monks cannot understand.


    But despite this, it was really the first time he saw that when the formation master suddenly realized, there was such a profound flow of energy.


    "I don''t know if the formation masters are like this, but Young Master Mo is more special..."


    Master Gu said silently in his heart, but he was also very sensible and did not disturb him.


    After a moment, Mo Hua came to his senses, the energy in his body dissipated, and the flowing light in his eyes also converged.


    "Let these children bring the bamboo baskets and I will draw a pattern for them." Mo Hua said gently.


    "Okay." Master Gu nodded.


    Afterwards, he ordered the children carrying bamboo baskets to come in line.


    Ink paintings use array pens and draw a line of wind patterns on their bamboo baskets in turn.


    This wind pattern is too simple for ink painting. He can draw one in just a few breaths.


    In just one stick of incense, all the children had this bright white array pattern on the dirty bamboo basket.


    The breeze is with you.


    When they carried bamboo baskets and heavy ore on their backs, it was not that hard.


    After drawing the formation, Mo Hua didn''t say anything, but just looked at the group of children, smiled gently, and turned around and left.


    All the children looked at the ink painting.


    Their faces were black, thin, and a little cowardly and treacherous, but the luster of longing gradually lit up in their eyes.


    …


    Inside the refining house, living room.


    Master Gu personally poured a cup of tea for Mohua.


    But Mo Hua was still thinking about the orphans. After a moment, he said, "Is there nothing these orphans... can''t you do?"


    Master Gu understood the meaning of Mo Hua and sighed: "This matter is actually very troublesome."


    "Give more spirit stones?"


    "No." Master Gu shook his head, "Human hearts are sinister. Once you give these children more spirit stones, they will have a balance, even if they are just a little broken spirit stone, they will be robbed clean if they turn around."


    "They will fight each other. Some adult monks will also fight."


    "There will even be some crazy monks who will coerce them to come and ask for the spirit stone."


    "Ironically, when these orphans are not profitable, no one cares about them, and they will live a miserable life. But once they are really profitable and are targeted, they will live a miserable life."


    "I also want to give them more food..." Master Gu shook his head, "But there are too many orphans in the entire Gushan City. Once this opening is opened, everyone will flock to them and they will not be able to feed them at all."


    "What''s more, my weapon refining skills have just been turned around. My masters and disciples have not had enough food for a long time and they have no ability to take care of these children."


    Master Gu''s expression was bitter.


    Mo Hua sighed.


    Human hearts are unpredictable.


    Sometimes, seemingly simple good things will become extremely complicated as long as they involve people.


    In this world, it is really much harder to do good things than to do bad things...


    Mo Hua thought about it and asked Master Gu again: "Is there a formation master in the weapon refining business?"


    "It depends on which kind of formation master... There are just a few formations that can draw, but there must be no one that can catch the eyes of the young master..." Master Gu said.


    "It''s okay, just draw a simple formation."


    The ink painting took out a piece of paper from the sleeve, and there was a pattern on the paper, which was exactly the wind-type pattern he had just painted on the bamboo baskets.


    "This formation pattern is a first-grade Bagua wind-type formation pattern. Among the eight-grade formations, wind-type formations are very rare, and generally only major sects can pass some down. But a simple first-grade wind-type formation pattern is not that difficult. Just find some with a foundation in the formation and practice it more." "Master Gu, you are looking for someone to learn this formation pattern."


    "After that, the orphans carried bamboo baskets to replace the broken spirit stones, and drew this wind-type pattern on the bamboo baskets."


    "The first-grade array pattern has low utility, so the spiritual consumption is also low. Just mix a little spiritual stone powder into the spiritual ink, and it will be enough to run for a long time. These orphans can also afford it."


    Master Gu took the thin piece of paper from Mo Hua''s hand, and his hands were trembling.


    He couldn''t help but look up and looked at the ink painting with a beautiful appearance, with clear eyebrows and compassion, sighed in his heart that there are really people born with kindness in this world.


    And... he looked down at the paper in his hand.


    It looked just a simple array pattern, but Master Gu knew in his heart that this was the most difficult part.


    Use the simplest and cheapest way to solve the most difficult problems.


    Without huge experience in formation and profound formation skills, it is impossible to do it.


    Master Gu solemnly put away the formation pattern and clasped his fists at the ink painting and said:


    "Mr. Gu thanked the young master for the tens of thousands of orphans in this Gushan City!"


    …


    In the evening, Master Gu specially set up a dinner to entertain ink paintings and invited the masters, disciples and apprentices from the weapon refining industry to have a big meal.


    In addition to the weapon refining shop, Master Gu also set up a meal shop, and each child can receive two buns and a bowl of porridge.


    I would like to invite you every day, but of course I can’t afford it.


    But since ink paintings are coming, it is naturally an exception, so it’s nothing to ask for a meal.


    In this way, the bonfire was bright and noisy in the weapon refining business.


    Outside the weapon refining ceremony, there were also some smiles on the children''s faces.


    Mo Hua sat in the upper seat of the compound, eating spiritual flesh.


    This spiritual meat is a specialty of Gushan City. It tastes good and is not expensive, but when you think of the children outside, you will be happy to eat a bun.


    The flesh in Mo Hua''s mouth suddenly stopped smelling.


    But he is not a pretentious person, not to mention that the flesh and flesh themselves are innocent and cannot be wasted.


    Mo Hua still finished all the meat in front of her.


    After eating the meat, he drank some wine and watched the masters of the weapon refining business fall down. It was lively for a while and felt tired, so he went back to his room to rest.


    Master Gu prepared for him, and it was also a good guest room.


    Mo Hua lay on the bed, closed her eyes a little and calmed down, relieved her alcohol. She was about to get up to draw the formation, but unexpectedly, before midnight, she fell asleep again.


    He had that nightmare again.


    In the dream, a pair of dark and empty holes, with bloodshot eyes, and evil and terrifying eyes were looking at him.


    Countless tragic deaths with broken arms and limbs seemed to crawl out of the abyss, struggling to climb to the ink painting, biting his divine "body".


    Ink paintings have experienced that feeling of weakness, powerlessness, and despair again.


    This time my feeling is more real, clearer and more helpless.


    This also means that the power of nightmare is stronger.


    But Mo Hua looked cold, without a trace of hesitation or fear.


    While being submerged by thousands of unjust souls, gnawed and bitten, Mo Hua stood up, relying on his powerful divine thoughts and will, just regard everything in front of him as "false".


    In his palm, a ray of divine thought sword light was condensed intermittently.


    I don’t know how long it took, but the light of the eyes of Mo Hua’s eyes bloomed, and the divine thoughts in her hand turned into a sword, breaking away from the illusion of the “ego” in the nightmare. With just a wave of his hand, the golden light shook, and the countless ferocious souls in front of him were buried.


    The evil fetus had a gloomy and **** gaze disappeared.


    Mo Hua woke up from a nightmare.


    This time, he was even more sure.


    The real nightmare of evil gods has a certain "rules" power, which can distort the cognition of one''s spiritual consciousness, thereby suppressing, or even to a certain extent, erasing one''s spiritual thought power, causing oneself to fall into a nightmare that is difficult to break free.


    The power of the nightmare for the first time is not very strong.


    This time, it is obviously much better than the last time.


    Why?


    Is it because...Is I closer to the source of this nightmare...


    Mo Hua turned her head and looked out the window.


    Outside the window is the endless lonely mountain. Under the cover of the night, it is dark, dead, empty, and gloomy, like a terrible behemoth, secretly devouring the city of Gushan.


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.


    …


    The next day, I got up early in the morning and had breakfast. Mo Hua said, "Master Gu, can you take me to Gushan for a walk?"


    "Gushan?" Master Gu was stunned.


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded.


    Master Gu carefully said, "The mountain is rugged and dirty. Due to excessive mining, most of it is abandoned, so there is nothing to visit."


    Mo Hua said, "It''s okay, I''ll go and have a look."


    Master Gu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."


    He arranged the matter of refining weapons, and he walked into the lonely mountain alone with ink paintings along several abandoned rugged mountain roads.


    It was only early in the morning, but there were already scattered stars on the mountain, and there were many monks, some of them were children.


    They carried bamboo baskets and buried their heads, picking up potentially useful **** in the black and dirty mine pit.


    The monk relies on the mountain to eat.


    Gushan was originally a wealth left by their ancestors for generations to survive.


    But now the mineral deposits in Gushan have been completely mined.


    These descendants of Gushan can only wash away some residues on the "remains" of Gushan, exchange for some broken spirit stones, and live a hard life.


    Mo Hua saw all this in her eyes and then continued to move forward.


    As Master Gu said, Gushan is extremely desolate.


    There are abandoned mines everywhere, messy. The black mine mouth is covered with mountains, and I don’t know where it leads to it.


    Some mountain roads are wet and gloomy, and the **** under your feet emits a peculiar smell and is accompanied by mineral poison.


    I visited the ink painting for a long time, but I still found nothing.


    Here in Gushan, he did not find the clue he was looking for, nor did he notice any signs of evil.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but look back and looked at the vast lonely mountain:


    “It should be true…”


    Yu''er said, "The cunning rabbit has three holes, one mountain, one water and one person."


    This water should refer to Yanshui River.


    According to his guess, this mountain is likely to refer to "Lonely Mountain".


    But there is no sign of evil spirit nearby.


    There are no evil gods'' minions, no traces of demon cultivators, no aura of demons.


    There is no altar.


    No murder.


    There is no formation...


    It seems that it is just a remote mine that has been squeezed out and abandoned after being abandoned.


    Mo Hua gradually frowned and continued to move forward.


    But after just a few steps, Master Gu stopped him, "Young Master, you can''t go forward any longer. Going forward is the top of the Shen family."


    Mo Hua''s pupils shrank and he suddenly turned around, "Shen family?"


    Master Gu nodded.


    "Which Shen family?"


    "The fifth-rank top family in Ganxuezhou is a top family. In the Gandao Sect, one of the four major sects, there are positions inherited from generation to generation... the Shen family."


    Master Gu pointed forward with fear in his tone, "There are nearly a hundred miles ahead, and they are all the mountains of the Shen family. In order to dig the Ming chalcopyrite, the Shen family bought such a large mountain. After the digging, the mountain was abandoned and no other monks were allowed to enter."


    Mo Hua''s eyelids twitched slightly, turned her head, and saw a large area of ??continuous mountains in front of her.


    This mountain is just the same as other places.


    If Master Gu had not mentioned it, he would never have thought that this would be from the Shen family... "Young master, why not... go to another place to see it?" Master Gu said tactfully.


    The Shen family is too powerful, and he dare not offend him at all.


    Mo Hua thought about it and nodded.


    The two of them turned around and continued to walk to the right. They just walked around for a long time, but still found nothing.


    Seeing that it was getting late, Master Gu said, "Young Master, why not go back first?"


    Mo Hua did not refuse.


    The two of them walked back along the dirty mountain road again.