The little whitebait swam away.

Mo Hua didn't care, and while the nightmare was still alive and the River Temple collapsed, he continued to rummage through the altar, not letting go of any of the bottles, jars, and candles.

But after searching for a long time, I still found nothing.

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, and then he sat down on it.

He felt something mysterious.

In the dark, it seemed that something was being communicated.

But that's all.

I don't know if it's because the altar was destroyed by me and the altar table was overturned, so even if I sat on it myself, I didn't feel much.

It was different from the altar in the Bishan Demon Cave. As soon as I sat on it, I felt the demons looming over me, the divine essence coming to me, the infinite mystery, converging on myself, and the feeling of spiritual comfort.

Mo Hua looked at the messy altar and sighed helplessly.

It seems that’s the end of it…

When the time came, the River Temple began to collapse.

The nightmare began to twist.

Mo Hua also felt a strong repulsive force. If he didn't leave, his consciousness would be annihilated along with the dream.

Mo Hua no longer resisted and slowly closed his eyes.

There was another moment when the heaven and earth hung upside down, and spiritual thoughts changed.

When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, he found that Gu An and Gu Quan were looking at him with concerned expressions.

Seeing that Mo Hua had woken up, everyone was relieved.

"Little Master Mo, are you okay?" Gu An asked.

"Um."

Mo Hua looked around and saw that there were quite a few monks from the Gu family, all with beards and tails. Yu Dahe was also awake. It seemed that nothing was wrong, so he nodded with satisfaction.

Things should be done from beginning to end.

Since we brought them here, we must bring them back safely.

But Yu Dahe was still worried.

He held his two sons tightly in his arms, with a look of confusion and anxiety on his face. He couldn't distinguish the situation and had no idea whether his two sons were dead or alive.

Mo Hua glanced at the two children, nodded slightly, and said:

"It's okay now, the soul is back..."

As soon as Mo Hua finished speaking, the two children murmured softly.

Yu Dahe was overjoyed.

But the two children still didn't wake up. They just frowned, tried to open their eyes but couldn't, and fell asleep again.

Yu Dahe panicked again and hurriedly looked at the ink painting.

Mo Hua said: "My spiritual consciousness is not quite used to it yet. Go back to rest and recuperate. It will be fine after some time."

Only then did Yu Dahe feel completely relieved, and then he was overjoyed, his eyes turned red, and he kept saying:

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Mo..."

Mo Hua was also relieved.

Gu An looked around and whispered: "Young Master, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. How about we go back first?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I have something else to do..."

The head of the river god was cut off by himself.

Although this river temple still looks eerie, it is no longer scary.

In contrast, there are still some things to deal with.

"Brother Xiao An, Brother Xiao Quan, please protect me..."

Mo Hua said, then he took out a black cloth strip with several array patterns stuck inside, and then took out a stick with thick cotton cloth wrapped around it.

"I will meditate later. If I look abnormal and my eyes become evil, you can use this black cloth to seal my forehead."

"If I go crazy, you can use this stick to knock me out!"

Mo Hua was afraid that he would be hurt by the beating, so he wrapped a thick cotton cloth around the stick.

Then Mo Hua gritted his teeth and handed the stick to Gu Quan, but he did not forget to warn:

"Remember to be gentle when you start..."

I am not a body-trained person with fine skin and tender flesh, so I don’t need to be beaten.

Gu Quan took the stick, looked at each other with confusion, and asked in a low voice:

"Young Master, what on earth are you going to do?"

Mo Hua waved his hand, "You don't understand the matter of the formation master even if I tell you about it. Just remember what I just said."

Gu Quan nodded slowly.

The others were wise and did not ask any more questions, but looked on guard to protect Mo Hua.

After being fully prepared, Mo Hua meditated on the spot, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Mo Hua's spiritual thought incarnate, opened his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

He planned to refine the evil thoughts of the River God first.

The river god ostensibly died, turned into a pool of blood and evil thoughts, and was swallowed by the ink painting.

But the way of the gods is unpredictable.

Mo Hua was not sure whether the river god was really dead, so he thought of refining his evil thoughts first, "eating" them and wiping them clean, so as to completely eliminate future troubles and avoid long nights and nightmares.

The huge evil thoughts of the river god were swallowed up by Mo Hua.

As the dream came back to life, he entered the sea of ​​consciousness of ink painting.

The ink painting directly used spiritual thoughts to form a fire formation, and began to burn these evil thoughts bit by bit.

The river god's spiritual thoughts are very strong, but a large part of his spiritual thoughts are all foul and evil thoughts.

Ink painting must completely refine evil thoughts, abandon evil spirits, remove filth and retain true thoughts, and retain pure spiritual thoughts. Only then can they be truly swallowed up and completely digested.

The evil thoughts were crimson, incinerated by the fiery formation, and turned into wisps of white smoke, which were sucked into Mo Hua's belly.

In fact, this white smoke is not clean. There are still many instinctive evil thoughts left in it. After being devoured, it continues to erode the will of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua just followed the usual practice and used these evil thoughts to temper his Taoist heart.

Amid the torrent of evil desires, keep your true heart.

Keep your humanity amidst the hidden evil pollution.

Body and mind are one, as clear as a mirror.

This kind of perseverance in Taoism is extremely challenging for concentration, but fortunately, Mo Hua has become accustomed to it, and has even become somewhat accustomed to it.

All evil things have gone through in my heart, leaving no trace behind.

In this way, he burned evil spirits, absorbed spiritual thoughts, and tempered his Taoist heart.

His Taoist heart is firming up little by little.

His spiritual consciousness is also getting stronger day by day.

The dignified second-grade river god has extremely powerful spiritual thoughts. Although he has been corrupted and most of them are evil thoughts, after refining and purifying, the remaining pure spiritual thoughts are still very impressive.

Just like this, I don't know how long it took, the evil thoughts in the blood river were gradually burned away, and the wisps of smoke from the spiritual thoughts were also swallowed up one by one.

All kinds of evil desires welled up in his heart, but they were suppressed by Mo Hua with his firm Taoist heart.

A whole second-grade fish-headed river god was "eaten" by the ink painting.

Mo Hua was a little full after eating.

And with the nourishment of a whole river god, his consciousness has taken a big step forward.

The realm of Seventeen Patterns of Divine Consciousness was previously separated by a chasm and as far away as the horizon, but now it seems to be right in front of you.

It's just that despite "eating" so much, there is still a barrier between the sixteenth and seventeenth lines, and I was unable to cross it after all.

Mo Hua sighed, feeling helpless.

From the sixteenth line to the seventeenth line, from the middle stage of foundation establishment to the late stage of foundation establishment, there seems to be only one line between the spiritual consciousness, but this line is really like a cliff and a chasm.

If you don't rely on the improvement of your realm to drive the growth of your spiritual consciousness, you can simply rely on yourself to find a solution.

It is really as difficult as climbing to the sky to hone your spiritual consciousness bit by bit, to devour evil spirits one after another, to strengthen your spiritual consciousness bit by bit, like water dripping through a stone, in order to break the bottleneck.

Fortunately, now, it's just a little bit closer.
To be continued...