Huang Shanjun vaguely felt that Mo Hua, the little boy, had a trace of the "dao" clarity, and even suddenly, he didn't look like a human being at all, but a young god who was born according to the Tao.

But in a blink of an eye, this impression changed again.

Mo Hua had just finished eating the leg of lamb and wiped the oil from his hands on his clothes.

He seems to be an ordinary, brilliant little monk.

Half is the divinity above the Tao, and the other half is the humanity below the Tao, intertwined with each other.

Huangshan Jun looked dazed.

Mo Hua didn't know what Huangshan Jun was thinking.

While wiping his hands, he was still thinking about the knowledge about gods mentioned by Huangshan Jun. He felt that he had benefited a lot, not only increasing his knowledge, but also broadening his horizons in spiritual practice.

It's just that this kind of knowledge is profound and complicated.

There are many details and some are vague.

Mo Hua listened to it as if he had swallowed a jujube, and he still couldn't "digest" it.

He silently wrote down all the key knowledge, thought about it for a while, and asked some scattered questions.

Mr. Huangshan was a little confused, but he answered them all.

In this way, until the sky was getting late and the glow was pouring into the sky, Mo Hua was about to say goodbye and leave.

Before leaving, Mo Hua handed over some fruits, spiritual flesh, and wine to Huangshan Jun, and said thoughtfully:

"The mountains are deserted and uninhabited. You can keep these offerings and eat them slowly. I will come to see you when I have time..."

Huangshan Jun looked complicated.

Mo Hua wiped his hands on his clothes again, put the cleaned bones back into his storage bag one by one, then stood up, jumped off the altar table, and was about to walk out, but was stopped by Huangshan Jun.

Stopped.

"Little friend..."

Huangshan Jun said in a gentle voice.

Mo Hua turned around and looked at it doubtfully.

Huangshan Jun is covered in white mist and smoke curling up. He is lodged in the clay sculpture of the mountain god, and his face is somewhat blurry.

"Qianxue State Border is not a place to stay for a long time."

"You should practice in the sect and leave when you reach the late stage of foundation building. Even if you delay for some years, it should not exceed ten years..."

"Within ten years... it should be too late..."

Huangshanjun's voice gradually became deeper and deeper, becoming inaudible.

Mo Hua frowned and wanted to ask why, but seeing Huangshan Jun's eyes indifferent and his expression changing uncertainly, he did not ask, but nodded and said:

"Thank you tiger, I will remember it!"

Huangshan Jun breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his hands and said:

"I will send you off not far away, little friend, be careful on the way."

Mo Hua stood at the door of the ruined temple, bowed his hands, and then turned to leave.

Huangshan Jun is sitting among the clay sculptures, his eyes are calm, and he sends his small back figure in the ink painting away, as if he is saying goodbye to his "old friend".

Old friend?

Huangshan Jun was in a trance for a while.

How many years have you gone without this kind of experience?

Time has passed, times have changed, life and death have changed, and Shinto has fallen into decline. Where can I find any "old friends"?

Tianji has changed, it will be good to be alive in the future...

Huangshan Jun raised his head again and looked at the sky, his narrow eyes becoming more and more solemn.

"This day...is getting darker and darker..."

"It's a pity that mortal humans can't see it..."

"My small temple on a dry mountain is in ruins, but I don't know if it can still protect it from wind and rain..."

A deep sigh came from the deep mountain temple.

…

Mo Hua left Dry Mountain and went to Gu's house in Qingzhou City. He asked Aunt Wan about the refining of the formation matchmaker. He also said hello to Uncle Gu, and by the way, asked about the progress of Huo Buddha's meritorious deeds. Finally,

After having a meal, we returned to the sect.

After returning to the sect, Mo Hua lay on the table, took out a pen and paper, and began to sort out the knowledge about the way of the gods that he had learned from Lord Huangshan.

Formation is power, spells are power, and spiritual consciousness is power.

Monastic knowledge is also a kind of power.

He has extensive knowledge and can take advantage of poor cognition to "deceive" others.

If you lack knowledge and have cognitive impairment, you may be the one who is "scammed to death".

Therefore, the newly learned spiritual knowledge must be firmly memorized, pondered over, and summarized well, so that it can be used for one's own use and integrated into one's own knowledge of spiritual practice.

Things related to gods are vast and complex.

I started to draw ink on the paper, sort out my thoughts, and gradually improve my understanding of Taoism.

The first is the problem of the existence of spiritual thoughts.

Based on the conversation with the inhuman mountain god, his "good friend" Huangshan Jun, Mo Hua can probably deduce...

"Spiritual Thought" is a broad general term.

All invisible consciousness in the world can be called "spiritual thoughts".

The consciousness of humans, the evil thoughts of demons, the will of gods, the ghost thoughts of ghosts, and other evil thoughts are essentially a kind of spiritual thought.

In the monastic understanding of ink painting so far, "god" and "things" are integrated.

God cannot exist apart from things.

Even a natural god, adhering to the laws of the great road, possessing powerful and pure power of divine thoughts, still needs "god statues" or other parasitic things.

The evil god's flesh and blood is destroyed, so he needs to find another parasitic body.

Mo Hua thought for a while...

Just like the leader in black, who was killed by me using the small meteorite technique, and his flesh and blood were lost.

The Evil God's Eye on his forehead began to break away from its host and drilled into his forehead.

This is true even for evil gods, let alone other orthodox gods.

God and matter are one, coexisting and coexisting.

Based on this speculation, once the natal statue of a god is destroyed, at worst, the god will be destroyed and the path will be destroyed, at worst, the origin will be damaged, and the vitality will be severely damaged.

Even in extreme cases, they have to parasitize flesh and blood and turn into evil gods...

However, this is just the current speculation of Mo Hua. Whether this is actually the case needs to be verified in the future.

In addition to gods, there are also ghosts and ghosts in the world.

Ghosts are different from gods again.

Mo Hua held his chin, recalling all the evil ghosts he had encountered so far, and confirmed them in his mind.

The first is the green-faced little ghost who turned into a Taoist boy in the picture of Taoist boy in Heishanzhai.

The little ghost is a ghost thought, a parasitic thing, and a landscape visualization picture.

Ghosts have their own characteristics.

There are still some fragmentary fragments left in the memory of ink painting.

These fragments came to mind one by one after Mo Hua swallowed the evil thoughts of the kid...

Deep in the mountains, a little Taoist boy followed a Taoist priest to learn how to cultivate immortality.

The Taoist priest was reading a strange book, and the little Taoist boy was also reading. As they watched, the two of them smiled gradually weirdly, and they both wanted to eat people.

The Taoist boy colluded with the Taoist priests, deceived the wandering monks, and started cannibalism.

As they ate, the two of them lost their humanity.

One turned into an evil ghost with red face and fangs, and the other turned into an imp with green face and fangs.

Later, a sword cultivator in white clothes came on the clouds and killed the red-faced evil ghost that the Taoist priest had transformed into with one sword.

The green-faced imp transformed by the Taoist boy escaped, escaped into the picture, and became dusty in the Taoist temple...

…

Based on what Huangshan Jun said about gods and ghosts, Mo Hua roughly speculated that the book read by this Taoist priest and Taoist boy should be a method of cultivating demons and ghosts.
To be continued...