After dinner, Mo drew the formation for a while, then lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. When the hour arrived, he entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, an empty Taoist monument emerged.

Mo Hua carefully looked at the Taoist stele and found that there was nothing abnormal about the Taoist stele, exactly the same as usual.

Ink painting was a little disappointed.

He also thought that after eating the green-nosed ghost, he refined its spiritual consciousness, and built the foundation in advance, this Taoist monument would change and produce some mysterious changes.

But now it seems that I am thinking too much.

The Taoist stele is nothing, ancient, profound and silent, like the great way, eternal and eternal.

Mo Hua silently stared at the Taoist stele.

This monument is in the sea of ​​consciousness and has been with ink painting for more than ten years. It was originally very familiar, but now when I look at it, I feel that it is unfathomable, as if there are many unknown causes and effects hidden.

"I wonder if I can figure out the secret hidden in the Taoist monument when my level is higher, my spiritual sense is stronger, or my experience in practicing Taoism?"

Ink painting thinks about the Tao in his heart.

After that, Mo Hua put aside his distracting thoughts and practiced the formation on the Taoist stele as usual.

Cultivation emphasizes accumulation over time, and formation also emphasizes the passage of water droplets through stones.

All of them require day and night and perseverance to practice. Everything cannot be achieved overnight, and you should not be eager for success.

Even though the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua is already very strong now, the formation must be down-to-earth and tempered and consolidated over and over again.

Ink paintings use references to pens, and complex and profound array patterns are painted on the Taoist stele.

This is a profound formation pattern that ordinary first-grade formation masters cannot learn at all. The formation formed by this profound formation pattern is the reverse spirit formation of first-grade ten-line patterns.

This is also the most difficult formation that Ink Painting has learned at present.

For the current ink painting, there is only this formation, which is worth his time to practice more.

After all, his spiritual consciousness has already established its foundation. The ordinary first-grade formation cannot deepen any understanding or hone his spiritual consciousness. When he draws it, it is as easy and tasteless as drinking water.

Of course, Mo Hua just thought about this in her heart. If she said it, it would definitely bring hatred.

Ink Painting concentrates on practicing the reverse spirit formation.

But as I practiced, I found something wrong with the ink painting.

Whenever he consumes his spiritual consciousness, some afterimages will occasionally appear in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Among the afterimages, there are Taoist temples hidden in the green mountains, Taoist children who are sometimes innocent and sometimes evil, Taoist priests who are sometimes fairy-like, sometimes greedy, and all kinds of monks who have ulterior motives...

The mood of ink painting also changes frequently.

Sometimes it is simple, sometimes it is irritable, sometimes it is decadent, sometimes it is violent, and even worse, it develops greed for human flesh and blood.

Mo Hua quickly meditated and abandoned distracting thoughts.

After a moment, Mo Hua opened her eyes and frowned.

"Is it the divine thoughts of the green-faced little ghost before that have not been purified? There are still so many evil thoughts left?"

He remembered what Mr. Zhuang said, "The visualization picture is unpredictable, and the visual consciousness may be some "non-human" existence...

If this is true, I am afraid that the sequelae of "eating" the little ghost will be more dangerous than what I think.

"Go and ask Mr. Zhuang tomorrow."

Since evil thoughts remain, it is difficult to use spiritual consciousness and practice the formation again.

Otherwise, the remaining evil thoughts will subtly transform into a filthy sea of ​​consciousness, which will cause people to make mistakes or even go astray.

Mo Hua continued to meditate and meditate, reflect on himself, overcome evil thoughts, and keep his original heart.

At the hour of Mao, the sky was dawn, and Mo Hua sat cross-legged and covered in the sun, practicing routinely.

After practicing, his spiritual power was filled. Mo Hua ate the breakfast made by his mother and brought some wine and meat. Then he sat in Wangju to visit Mr. Zhuang.

Ink painting has not visited the gentleman for a long time.

In the mountain residence, the scenery is as quiet and leisurely as ever, and it makes people feel calm.

It was still early, and Mr. Zhuang was still dozing off.

Mo Hua glanced secretly into the room and saw that the husband was still lying leisurely on the bamboo chair, closing his eyes to rest, and wandering around the sky, so he didn't want to disturb the husband.

As usual, Mo Hua sat on the steps outdoor, found a book, and placed it in front of her knees and watched quietly.

The golden sunlight above my head and the emerald-like mountains are facing each other.

While reading books and looking at the scenery, Mo Hua felt that the evil thoughts in his heart disappeared and his mood became much more relaxed.

As he looked, Mo Hua suddenly noticed movement in the house. When he turned around, he found that Mr. Zhuang stood up at some point and looked at Mo Hua with a serious expression.

"Who are you?"

Mr. Zhuang asked, his tone slightly cold.

Mo Hua was stunned and scratched his head, "Sir, I am Mo Hua..."

Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua a few times, his tone was slightly relaxed, and he asked, "Where did your spiritual sense come from?"

"I saw a visualization picture."

It turned out to be a visual image...

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, "What's the matter?"

"There is a little ghost in the picture. He jumped into my sea of ​​consciousness and I ate it..."

Ink painting is concise and concise.

Mr. Zhuang, who has always been calm and the wind is light, has not changed color without changing color, can't help but look shocked, "Have you eaten?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Eat."

Mr. Zhuang pulled the corner of his mouth, "How did you eat it?"

"It wants to eat me, but I don't let it eat it, so I hurt it with the formation. It turned into a few wisps of blue smoke and was swallowed into my stomach..."

Mo Hua roughly explained the story, but did not mention the Taoist stele.

In fact, it was the breath of the Taoist monument that burned the green-faced ghost into blue smoke.

"Can your spiritual consciousness manifest?" Mr. Zhuang asked.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

The ink painting learned from the little girl in the blue face that the divine thoughts that appear in the sea of ​​consciousness appear, which is called the manifestation of the divine consciousness.

Mo Hua can manifest his spiritual consciousness since he was a child. He thought it was a common thing, but when he saw the little ghost's expression, he realized that not all monks could manifest their spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mr. Zhuang's expression was not surprising at this time. It seemed that although he had not asked before, he should have guessed that his spiritual consciousness could be manifested.

Mr. Zhuang said again: "I ate the little ghost and refined it, so my spiritual consciousness suddenly surged?"

Mo Hua nodded and thought to himself that he was worthy of being Mr. Zhuang. He only said a few words, and Mr. Zhuang guessed the whole story.

Mr. Zhuang stood there with a complicated expression, and he wanted to speak but stopped a few times. Finally, he slowly confirmed:

"So now, your spiritual consciousness has already established its foundation?"

"Yes, sir!" Mo Hua smiled shyly, his eyes shiningly, and he was a little proud.

Mr. Zhuang sighed, sat back slowly, and his expression returned to leisure, but his heart was obviously not as calm as he was on his face.

During these days, Mo Hua didn't come to him. He thought he had gone there and played. He forgot about time, but he didn't expect that in just a few days, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness had already been established.

"It's too fast..." Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.

Even if everything is planned, it will be established, and if it is not planned, it will be abandoned.

But it is hard to predict that the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua has grown so fast. In this way, all the preparations and plans he made before will be overturned and started again...

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang seemed a little dazed, Mo Hua asked out his worries:

"Sir, I ate the little ghost in the visualization picture. It seems that it has its memory in the sea of ​​consciousness. Occasionally, many illusions and various distracting thoughts will arise. Is it dangerous to do this?"

"That..." Mr. Zhuang's eyes sank, "It's hard to say."

Mo Hua didn't expect that Mr. Zhuang, who is knowledgeable, would have such a vague answer, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Why is it hard to say?"

"Because no one has done this before..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Has no one ever eaten a little ghost?"

"Yes." Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting with a complicated expression, "It's usually eaten by the little ghost. If you eat the little ghost, you are the first one..."

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