Chapter 983 Gods preach


    Huang Shanjun glanced at Mo Hua suspiciously.


    Finally, it has been several years and has never seen ink paintings.


    Just now, because of the matter of the statue of the natal god, my gratitude was hard to express. I felt that the ink painting was so handsome that I was emitting golden light.


    But now after looking carefully, Huang Shanjun found that this seemed not his "illusion".


    The spiritual thoughts of ink paintings are indeed faintly filled with golden light.


    This kind of golden light can only be seen by the gods.


    The spiritual consciousness of ink painting is more obscure, more hidden, and deeper than before.


    The stronger the spiritual consciousness, the less difficult it is to peek.


    An almost absurd guess rose in Huangshanjun''s heart.


    "My friend, you..." Huang Shanjun wanted to speak but stopped.


    "What''s wrong?" Mo Hua asked.


    Huang Shanjun thought carefully for a moment and shook his head, "Nothing..."


    It dared not ask for the answer.


    There is a difference between man and god.


    With the body of a mortal and flesh and blood, stepping into the way of enthroning the gods, this is a huge taboo.


    Such people will face great disasters.


    Once this secret is leaked, it will inevitably cause divine disasters, attracting the covetousness of many gods in the world, and even killing them.


    The flesh and blood are the way to be "blasphemy".


    And ordinary monks also have many murderous intents on the path of transforming into gods.


    Once you make a mistake, you will fall into the evil path and become a deformed evil **** of flesh and blood. Evil thoughts will spread into the earth like a plague.


    In Huangshanjun''s long memory, no one took this path except for some ancient monks who were gifted in divine consciousness and were so amazing that they were crazy.


    And some monks who took this path in the past could not even be considered "people".


    Huang Shanjun took a deep look at the ink painting.


    It is extremely certain, the ink painting is indeed a "person" composed of flesh and blood.


    Even if he has a strong sense of spiritual power, he is still a personal one.


    Moreover, human nature is very abundant, the heart of Tao is firm and the spirit is agile.


    The more you see, the more you feel palpitations, but it didn''t say anything, but silently pressed its suspicion in its heart.


    Even forcing yourself to forget.


    Ink painting on it will bring great kindness.


    If the ink paintings really take the path of "Tao Transformation and Conquering Gods", then you can''t say it out loud.


    It is best for me to not know about this from the beginning.


    But Huangshan Jun was still worried, his eyes flashed, and he said to the ink painting with some meaning:


    “Man and gods are fundamentally different.”


    "There are great ways and natural barriers between man and god, and the boundaries are clear."


    "No matter at any time, this boundary cannot be broken, otherwise it will inevitably lead to great disasters..."


    Mo Hua was stunned and immediately understood what Huang Shanjun meant, nodded, indicating that he understood.


    Huang Shanjun then breathed a sigh of relief and continued:


    "A monk cultivates spiritual power, one realm and one change. If the first grade of Qi is refining, the spiritual power is like fog; if the second grade of foundation is built, the spiritual power is like mercury; if the third grade of golden elixir, the spiritual power is crystallized..."


    "But the monk''s spiritual consciousness has not changed like this."


    "First grade to second grade, the divine consciousness doubles. This is the same after that. The divine consciousness of a monk only has a quantitative increase, no essential change."


    "This essential change in divine thought belongs to the gods."


    "The first-grade **** has the power of mind like fog; the second-grade **** has the power of mind like mercury; the third-grade **** has the power of mind crystallization..."


    "This is the ''morphological transformation'' of the divine mind power, and the change in the form of the mind power."


    "In addition to deformation, there is another layer of ''qualitative change'' in the mind power of the gods, which is the ''Taoization'' of the divine thought."


    "The innate Dao evolves and nurtures the divine marrow. The rarer the divine marrow of the gods, the deeper the Tao, the more true the origin, the higher the rank, and the stronger the law."


    "The gods at the high level have a strong origin and possess profound power of ''Taoization''. They can even break the limitations of the god''s realm and kill the gods across the border..."


    …


    Huangshan Jun told the secrets of the gods in the ink paintings.


    This complete set of knowledge about Shinto is much more complete than before.


    It is it that it integrates the statue of the natal **** and awakens some of the lost memories, which is completed.


    There is another part of divine knowledge, which Mr. Huangshan has never mentioned before.


    It was because it had never expected that Mo Hua, a quirky human cultivator, might have taken the path of "Tao Transformation and Conquering Gods" that broke the taboos of the Great Dao.


    But now the situation is different.


    Huang Shanjun concluded that these knowledge can definitely be used, so he said it in detail in detail.


    And after listening to ink painting, I also benefited a lot.


    In a sense, this is the true "God preaching".


    Although Huangshanjun is now in a downturn, it was a third-grade peak mountain god. He has experienced many years and has experienced vicissitudes, with a profound foundation and a terrifying strength.


    Otherwise, the evil **** in the Great Wilderness would not do everything possible to care about its divine body and temple.


    It is very valuable to preach to itself.


    This kind of divine knowledge "passed on by gods" is also, in a sense, a "taboo" for gods.


    There may be very few people who know.


    Even Mr. Xun from the Cave Void Realm would probably not know it.


    After all, Mr. Xun did not have a "god" friend who drank and chatted with him.


    "Thank you, Mr. Shan." Mo Hua bowed and thanked.


    "You are polite, my friend." Huang Shanjun sighed.


    The great kindness of finding the statue of the original deity is really a carved grass and a ring, and it is difficult to repay. Telling some secrets of the divine way is actually nothing.


    After hearing Huang Shanjun''s preaching, the framework of Shinto''s advancement in Mo Hua''s mind became clearer.


    He is now half human and half god, stuck in the middle.


    The two advanced Shinto frameworks are mixed together, so some common Shinto concepts do not apply to him.


    Only by studying and exploring by yourself can you find your own way between man and God.


    "By the way," Mo Hua remembered another thing and asked, "Shanjun, what about the ''dragon''? Is the dragon soul going to advance?"


    "Dragon?" Huang Shanjun was stunned for a moment, "What does this have to do with dragon?"


    I don’t know what to say about ink painting.


    He can''t tell Huang Shanjun that he "eats" one-stop...


    Mo Hua said: "A few days ago, by chance, I met descendants from the Great Wilderness and saw a dragon soul, so I was curious and wanted to ask you."


    Huang Shanjun was quite surprised when he heard this and asked, "Then where is this dragon soul now?"


    In my stomach...Mo Hua was silent for a moment and could only say, "I don''t know..."


    Huang Shanjun felt a little regretful and pondered for a moment: "The dragon is a divine beast, and the dragon soul is the soul of the divine beast. In a sense, it is an existence that is comparable to the ''god''."


    "But the number of dragons is extremely rare, and dragon souls are even rare."


    "Even though I was the **** of Gushan before, I lived for countless years, I have never seen the dragon soul with my own eyes several times."


    "The secret of the dragon soul is probably only known to the ''Dragon'' tribe itself, or the human race who inherits the true dragon from generation to generation, and the blood of the dragon."


    "The human race that inherits the blood of true dragons or dragons?" Mo Hua asked.


    Huangshanjun said: "The Emperor of the Daoting Court inherits the blood of the true dragon. The royal family of the Great Desert inherits the blood of the dragon."


    "In addition, the royal family in the wilderness, the northern border, the western polar regions, some hidden clans, and even some large families and major clans today, the blood of the dragon is occasionally spread."


    Ink painting suddenly came to an eye.


    He heard from Supervisor Xia that there is a distinction between real dragon and good dragon.


    But this is the first time he has heard of these forces carrying the blood of the karma dragon.


    "There are also the bloodlines of the dragon among the great clans?"


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but think of his heroic and powerful young brother who was like a dragon.


    "My younger brother comes from the Bai family and practices the Dao of the Dragon. Does it mean that the blood of the karma dragon flows in his body?"


    Ink painting thinks it is not impossible.


    If you meet a younger brother in the future, you must ask him.


    The knowledge of Shinto was almost done. The ink painting took the key information in his heart one by one. He looked back at Huangshanjun and saw that it was covered with a layer of light gold. He asked curiously:


    "Mr. Shan, you can..."


    Mo Hua thought about it, but still couldn''t express the four words "natal statue".


    There are six ears in heaven and earth.


    And he was also involved in a lot of cause and effect.


    If those four words are said out and calculated by those who are interested, it may bring unexpected disasters to Huangshanjun.


    Mo Hua said, "If you get that thing, can you recover as much as before? You were so amazing back then."


    The peak of the third grade, only one step away from entering the fourth grade realm.


    All the Taoist practices make evil gods covet.


    The power of magical power is also incredibly powerful.


    It also built such a large temple and built so many statues of gods.


    It can be seen that there are many believers and the incense will surely be prosperous. The comparison between the past and the past is really different.


    Huang Shanjun said happily: "With the origin, everything is possible. Of course, it must not be that fast. The divine Taoist practice also requires a little bit of cultivation."


    Ink painting was also happy for Huang Shanjun and asked again: "If you want to reach the third level, do you still have to set up a temple to eat the incense of all living beings?"


    Huang Shanjun shook his head.


    "No?" Mo Hua said.


    Huang Shanjun''s eyes were deep and he sighed slowly, "The support of all beings is false."


    "All existences in the world, whether humans, demons, or gods, are mostly puppets of power, fame, wealth, power and status."


    “That’s how people are…”


    "If you have power, you will be the emperor. Without power, you will be an ordinary man in the world."


    "If you have a great cultivation level, you will be respected and a ancestor. If you lose your cultivation level, you will be just an ant in the world."


    "I, the mountain god, are the same."


    "When I was so powerful that I had boundless power, I was naturally majestic, and there were so many people worshiping me, and the incense was in full bloom..."


    "But the majestic one is not me, but the great power of heaven and earth that regards me as a ''puppet''..."


    "It is not me who worshipped everyone, but they worshipped them, and it is also my power of gods."


    "This kind of support is false."


    "Once you lose the power of heaven and earth, the people are disunited, and the incense is cut off, and I am just a little mountain **** in the ruined temple of Huangshan Mountain and no one cares about it."


    "So, I realized that since the gods are born with the Tao, they should be indifferent to external things, practice quietly and make good relationships with each other without asking for support from others, not having to set up incense, and not having to force cause and effect."


    "Since it is a false thing, it is better to not be happy when you come, not be sad when you leave, and concentrate on cultivating one''s own way, and realize the origin..."


    Huangshan Jun’s words are profound and profound.


    Ink painting was stunned for a moment, thinking about something.


    He had heard Huang Shanjun talk about this feeling before, but he didn''t have a deep understanding before. Now that he has experienced all kinds of things in the lonely mountain, it sounds different.


    What the gods seek is the Tao, not the incense.


    Incense follows people''s hearts and is illusory.


    And the great way exists in heaven and earth, and it will last forever.


    Similarly, what a monk seeks should be Tao, not simply cultivation, power, reputation, interests and status.


    Mo Hua nodded and saluted Huangshanjun seriously, "Thank you for your advice."


    Huang Shanjun quickly waved his hand, "The world is vicissitudes and the fate is in a downturn. I have developed a little insight. It is best to help my friend. I can''t bear such a great gift."


    Mo Hua nodded, "He has helped me a lot."


    The two of them drank for a while and chatted for a while. It was getting late and Mo Hua was about to go back. He couldn''t let Elder Xun wait for him outside.


    When he got up and left, Mo Hua thought for a while and asked Huang Shanjun: "Will you be disturbed by evil spirits when you stay in this dilapidated temple?"


    Huang Shanjun said, "Occasionally."


    Mo Hua said, "You wait a moment." He went outside the temple, broke a branch, and cut it into the shape of a small sword.


    Afterwards, Mo Hua nodded his forehead with his hand and condensed a trace of divine thoughts and sword intent.


    This sword intent is still very awkward, but the powerful killing intention contained in it is like the essence. Huang Shanjun was shocked to see it.


    The ink painting merged the sword intent into the wooden sword and then hung it above the temple gate.


    From the outside, this is just a rough wooden sword.


    But if there is evil and evil spirit and you don’t come to the door quickly, this is a terrible "blade sword".


    "My sword is hanging here, and evil spirits dare not come." Mo Hua said.


    Huang Shanjun looked at Mo Hua deeply, felt grateful, and bowed a long time, "My good deeds are remembered in my heart."


    Mo Hua waved his hand, "Everyone said that we are good friends, why are you polite to me?"


    "I''m going back to the sect, and I''ll see you next time I have time."


    Looking at the small wooden sword hanging on the beam of the room, Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, then waved to Huangshanjun, and left freely.


    The sun sets, and the dry mountains break through the temple.


    The ink paintings are with Xun Ziyou, wearing the sunset, walking down the mountain step by step along the winding mountain road.


    Huang Shanjun watched the ink painting leave, and he felt a lot of emotion.


    It never expected that eight years ago, this young monk who went up the mountain alone and took advantage of the night to break into his temple would be the biggest "blessing fate" he had encountered in his life...


    …


    Wedding in the moonlight, I returned to the sect.


    Mo Hua practiced the Reverse Spirit Array all night, and at dawn the next day, Zheng Fang came to him again and handed him a letter, saying:


    "Senior brother, my uncle will return to Zhenzhou in three days."


    Mo Hua was shocked, "Senior Zheng is leaving?"


    "Well," Zheng Fang nodded, "Uncle had resigned from the position of elder of Qiandao Sect before, and made an exception and stayed for a while. Now that the barrier is approaching this year, something seems to have happened in the clan, and he must go back."


    "Before leaving, he wanted to see his junior brother again, and he might have something to give in."


    Mo Hua felt regretful and said, "I understand, I will visit Senior Zheng."


    "Well, senior brother, then I''ll leave first."


    After Zheng Fang finished speaking, he left.


    Mo Hua thought for a while and felt that since Elder Zheng wanted to Hui tribe, it should be too late to see him off, so as not to delay any incidents or other matters, so that he and Senior Zheng would miss it.


    So at noon, he went to visit Elder Zheng.


    Elder Zheng temporarily rented a cave in Taixu City.


    When Mo Hua arrived, Elder Zheng was packing his things. When he saw Mo Hua coming, he looked happy and quickly ordered the boy to serve tea. The two of them were drinking tea and chatting in the yard of the cave.


    "Senior Zheng, are you going to Hui people?" Mo Hua took a sip of tea and asked in a low voice.


    "Yes," Elder Zheng sighed, "I have been stranded for a long time. The clan... I have had some problems recently. Before the New Year, I have to go back."


    Ink painting looked a little lonely.


    Elder Zheng is upright, knowledgeable in formations, and is also very good to him. Elder Zheng knows everything he asks about and speaks everything he says. He is an admirable senior.


    Now that I have left like this, Mo Hua is very reluctant to leave.


    Elder Zheng also looked at the ink painting silently and sighed in his heart.


    He didn''t expect that he had been in Qiandao Sect for so many years and had never met a disciple he truly admired.


    As a result, he resigned from the position of elder and wanted to return to the clan, but he met Mo Hua, the child.


    If he had known this, he would have gone to Taixu Sect to be an elder.


    In this way, you can be justified and teach him the "elder" of Mo Hua to form knowledge.


    Elder Zheng felt regretful.


    He looked at Mo Hua deeply again, but as he looked, Elder Zheng was suddenly stunned and frowned.


    Although he was surrounded by the Taixu Liangyi Lock, the aura of Mo Hua was a little obscure, as a master of the Yuhua Realm, he could still faintly sense that Mo Hua''s spiritual consciousness was much stronger than before...


    "Have your spiritual sense stronger again?"


    “Impossible…”


    "The peak of the nineteen-patterned pattern, if you are stronger, you will not have twenty-patterned golden elixir? Foundation-building cultivation, divine thoughts and elixirs?"


    Elder Zheng shook his head, thinking it was ridiculous.


    He took out a few jade slips that had been prepared from the storage bag.


    "I have recorded some basic primordial magnetism and advanced thunder magnet formation knowledge in the jade slip. If you want to study it in the future, you can take a look."


    "In addition, I have also sorted out some array diagrams. These array diagrams should be somewhat different from the inheritance of your Taixu Sect, and you can just use them for reference."


    "In addition, there are some experiences in formation..."


    …


    Elder Zheng handed these things to Mo Hua one by one.


    Mo Hua looked at these jade slips and classics, and was very grateful.


    Elder Zheng taught again:


    "The road is long and the formation is endless. You must study diligently and persevere. There is no shortcut to the formation, and persistence is the only way. Only by persevering and never giving up can you go long..."


    These seemingly ordinary instructions are the most unbreakable truths accumulated through the vicissitudes of cultivation and life experience.


    "Also, if you have the chance in the future, go to Zhenzhou and come to my Zheng family..." said Elder Zheng.


    "Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded seriously, "I''ll remember!"


    Elder Zheng showed a smile on his serious face.


    After that, based on his own experience, he told Mo Hua about some formations, practice, and the taboos in practicing Taoism, as well as possible troubles he might encounter in the future when he walked in the cultivation world.


    Elder Zheng spoke carefully and listened carefully ink paintings. Before he knew it, half a day passed in a flash.


    The sun is gradually setting, and the sunset is spread all over the sky.


    Elder Zheng said goodbye to Mo Hua with regret when he saw it getting late.


    Mo Hua also knew that it was time to say goodbye.


    But before leaving, Elder Zheng suddenly called him, his expression a little serious, and he seemed to be hesitating in his heart whether to say anything.


    Maybe I thought that if I don’t talk about it now, I may not have the chance to tell Mo Hua in the future.


    Elder Zheng slowly made up his mind, and then waved his hand and opened the formation. The light spread, closing the entire cave and isolating all audio-visual.


    "Mo Hua," Elder Zheng looked serious, "After listening to what I said, don''t tell anyone, and don''t mention it to others easily."


    Mo Hua was stunned, and then nodded with a solemn expression.


    Elder Zheng nodded and then asked slowly:


    "Have you heard of...the Great Demon Palace?"


    (This chapter ends)