The harmony with the earth's divine thoughts is only a moment.

After that, it was completely disconnected.

In the image, the vast earth disappears, all things wither and flourish, and the vision of flowers blooming and falling disappears.

That kind of understanding of the "Tao" of the earth is just a flash in the pan.

Mo Hua himself has benefited a lot, but when he looked back, he found that the "Tao Monument" had turned gray.

Ink painting was shocked.

Finished, overused?

Ink painting frowned and thought.

He used the monument to visualize the divine thoughts of the earth.

The one who directly bears the ancient and vast divine thoughts of the earth is the Taoist monument.

Although the Taoist monument is unique, it cannot communicate the divine thoughts of the earth, and it is still safe and sound.

Of course, there is another possibility that Mo Hua's own spiritual consciousness is too weak.

Therefore, as a communication medium, Taoist monument needs to bear great pressure.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to successfully communicate and fit the way of the earth.

"It may be that the load is too heavy, so I went on strike..."

Mohua felt a little distressed.

He touched the monument and said worriedly: "You have nothing to do..."

The Taoist stele was still silent and had no response, but the surface of the stele was gray.

Ink Painting tried to draw a pattern on the Taoist stele.

The formation patterns are intermittent, with brightness and destruction.

Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief.

The Taoist monument is still effective, but it is because of excessive loading of divine thoughts, so it is temporarily "poor contact" and requires a period of rest.

Mo Hua then sighed again, taking it as a warning in his heart.

If you are too low in your realm, you should try not to do something like communicating with spiritual thoughts and visualizing the great way.

Even if you don’t hurt yourself or the Taoist monument, it’s not good.

Mo Hua was a little guilty and patted the Taoist stele again and said:

"Thank you for your hard work, you can have a good rest first."

The Taoist stele still had no response and seemed to be unwilling to think about ink paintings.

...

After the sea of ​​self-knowledge withdraws, the ink painting is rejuvenated and begins to draw thick earth formations again.

This time I drew a thick earth array and felt completely different.

He used his spiritual consciousness to communicate through the earth's divine thoughts and visualized the way of the earth. Now his perception of the earth's breath is extremely clear.

Although you do not rely on the Taoist stele, you cannot further understand it by relying on your own spiritual consciousness.

But with clear perception, ink painting can easily draw thick earth arrays on the earth.

And it is quite calm and easy to deal with.

Even before, even if you could use your spiritual sense to communicate the aura of the earth, you would draw a thick earth array on the earth.

But the pattern in the pen is like painting in the mud.

The formation pattern is not in line with enough, and the spiritual power flows stagnates.

But now, ink paintings can really treat "ground" as "paper", and the array patterns under the painting are clear and stable, and integrated with the earth.

It seems that the pattern drawn is part of the earth.

Where the writing is written, the land is there, the formation pattern is there, and the formation is there too.

This is the benefit of visualizing the Great Way.

But the consequence is that the Taoist monument "strikes".

In a short period of time, it is estimated that the Taoist monument will not be able to be used, so I will practice the formation again.

"There's no more..."

Ink painting is a little helpless.

During this period, I could only be lazy openly.

The next day, Mo Hua went to find Mr. Zhuang again.

He had already mastered the thick soil formation, so he wanted to ask the teacher to verify if there would be any problems with what he drew.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the courtyard, Mo Hua found Mr. Zhuang staring at him.

Not only Mr. Zhuang, but also Mr. Kuang was watching him.

As if you are looking at something rare, your eyes are bright.

Mo Hua was a little confused and asked in a low voice:

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"Just..." Mr. Zhuang hesitated for a few years, and carefully said, "Did you feel something last night?"

The ink painting was a little surprised.

It is worthy of being Mr. Zhuang, and he can't hide anything from him.

Mo Hua briefly talked about what happened last night, and also hid the Taoist stele.

I just said that when I was learning the Thick Earth Formation, I realized that I had to use my spiritual sense to communicate the aura of the earth so that I could draw the formation on the earth.

But after communicating, in a daze, I felt an eternal and huge divine thought.

But it was only a moment, and I couldn't sense it later.

Mr. Zhuang's eyelids twitched as he heard it.

There is a gap between communicating the breath of the earth and sensing the divine thoughts of the earth.

For example, climbing a mountain, one is at the bottom of the mountain. After just walking two steps, he cannot see the full view of the mountain.

The other one was that he almost climbed up the hillside and saw the view at the top of the mountain.

These two perceptions are completely incomparable.

It sounds like the same, but there is a huge gap between the two, and there is a huge gap between them.

This gap is the spiritual consciousness, and this natural barrier is the great way.

Even the old man in Puppet had a clear shock in his wooden expression.

Seeing the expressions of the two, Mo Hua asked:

"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "It's a good thing, but it may also be a disaster."

"A disaster?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile:

"You can visualize the great way at such a young age. If others know, you will definitely find a way to catch you, cut open your sea of ​​consciousness, and see what is inside..."

Mo Hua was shocked and couldn't help but cover her little head.

"So you remember," Mr. Zhuang patiently reminded, "You only say this here this time, and do not tell anyone other than that!"

"Uh-huh!"

Ink painting nodded repeatedly.

Mr. Zhuang sighed in his heart.

His little apprentice seems to have more and more secrets.

But Mo Hua asked in confusion:

"Master, what is the divine thought I perceive? Is it the divine thought of the earth? Why does the earth have divine thoughts? Is it alive?"

Mr. Zhuang's eyes moved slightly and explained to the ink painting:

"Everything in heaven and earth has thoughts, and there is consciousness when there is thoughts."

"Man has divine consciousness, demons have demon consciousness. All other things, whether they are birds, animals, insects, fish, flowers, plants, trees, they also have thoughts similar to "divine consciousness."

"This kind of 'thought' is primitive and single, and is not as complicated as a human spiritual consciousness."

"But once this 'thought' is huge to a certain extent, it will be long-lasting because of its concentration and long-lastingness, and return to the essence, it will often be closer to the Tao than the spiritual consciousness full of selfish desires of the monk."
To be continued...