Mo Hua's heart was shocked, and then he slowly frowned:

"If you follow this law, wouldn't it mean that in one world, monks cannot fight against the great demon at all?"

High-level monks cannot intervene, and low-level monks cannot compete.

To deal with cultivators with high cultivation like the ancestor of the Qian family, the monks can work together to subdue them because of the large number of people and the powerful.

But facing a big monster like Feng Xi, it is useless to have too many people. If it consumes blood and energy, it will make up for it after eating people.

The more people there are, the stronger the monster may be.

Zhang Lan sighed and said:

"'In one world, the great demon is invincible' is basically a consensus in the world of cultivation. Otherwise, the Daoting would not have built a plan to move the city. This is really a helpless move."

"But the big monster will always die," Mo Hua said.

Zhang Lan nodded, "That's natural. All things in the world have life and death. No matter how powerful the big monster is, it is just a monster, not an immortal, and naturally he will die."

"How do ordinary monsters die?" Mo Hua asked again.

Zhang Lan thought for a while and replied:

"Some people starved to death after eating a cultivator in the world, some people died of aging for thousands of years, some people were confused about breaking through the realm and were wiped out by the laws of heaven, and some were killed by the family and sects..."

"Join together to kill?" Mo Hua's expression moved.

"Don't think about this," Zhang Lan guessed what Mo Hua was thinking, and gave up Mo Hua's idea:

"The families and sects that can kill the great demons have been passed down for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, with a profound foundation, strong cultivation of the sect disciples, and a large formation for the protection sects to support them, so that they can kill the great demons... Even so, they will be greatly damaged and pay a very painful price."

"If the great demon had not appeared in their own sect or the territory of their sect and directly threatened their foundation of the Taoist dynasty, they would have no choice, otherwise they would not have bitten the bullet and killed the great demon."

"The Tongxian City has no power to have such a foundation."

"What's more, this kind of thing is extremely difficult in itself. Even in the classics of aristocratic sects, there are very few similar records."

Ink painting was a little disappointed.

As expected, everyone else has thought about the solutions that can be thought of, and everyone else has also used the solutions that can be thought of.

The Dao Court has been developing for more than 20,000 years, and there are countless amazing talents. Other monks are not fools. It is impossible for you to think of it, but others can't think of it.

But the doubts about ink painting have not only not decreased, but have become more.

"Then why do we need to define the state again? If there is no fixed grade, can high-level monks kill the big monster?"

"What is the basis for this fixed product?"

"Why must our second-rank state boundary?"

"The rules of heavenly way are erased. What specific laws of heaven are they? What rules are they? How are they erased?"

...

Ink painting is very erotic, and he asks a series of questions.

Zhang Lan's scalp was numb when he heard this.

So, it is not a good thing to be too smart.

Once a person is smart, there will be more problems. Once there are more problems, it will cause trouble.

Zhang Lan couldn't answer questions such as the coordination of the Dao Court, the division of the nine provinces, and the pattern of heaven and earth, and could not make a fuss about it through hearing.

First, it will mislead people's children and make the cognition of the Taoist practice of Mohua fall within.

Second, Mo Hua is no longer a novice in Taoism. He even knows much more about formations than he does. After he talks nonsense, he can easily find flaws by Mo Hua.

Knowing what you know, and not knowing what you don’t know is knowing.

If you lose face, just lose it.

Zhang Lan had no choice but to say truthfully: "I don't know these..."

"Okay." Mo Hua felt a little regretful.

Although Zhang Lan is from a noble family, she is still refining qi after all, and it is understandable that she doesn't know.

But the ink painting is still a little unwilling to give up:

"Is there really nothing I can do about this big demon?"

Zhang Lan patted his shoulder:

"In the face of the way of heaven, monks are actually very small. Cultivators seek the way throughout their lives, but the more they seek, the more they know that the profoundness of the great way is beyond the ability of human power, and the abnormal disasters of the great way are not comparable to human power."

In other words, there is nothing to do.

Mo Hua whispered: "Then we can only move to the city?"

Zhang Lan sighed: "In a few days, Daotingsi will discuss it again. If it really doesn't work, he can only go to the wilderness in the south."

But in fact, there is nothing to discuss, but before the end, no one could make this decision.

After all, once you move to the city, you will leave your hometown, wander around, and the road ahead is slim.

Mo Hua is unwilling to accept it, but also confused.

He wanted to figure this out.

The next day, he went to visit Mr. Zhuang.

"Sir, why are there great monsters? Why are there fixed qualities in the state world?"

Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua silently, "Do you want to know?"

Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Zhuang was silent for a long time before he said:

"I can tell you the cause and effect of the great way here, but you must remember not to tell others, otherwise you will cause trouble."

Mo Hua looked shaking and nodded.

Mr. Zhuang sighed slightly and said:

"Everything in the world comes from Tao."

"The Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. Whether it is a great demon or a fixed grade, they are all things derived from the great Tao."

"If you violate the laws of heaven and cause disasters, you will have great demons."

"Only by checking and balancing the way of heaven and dividing the nine states, there will be a fixed qualifier."

Mr. Zhuang said concisely.

Mo Hua frowned and thought carefully.

Mr. Zhuang further explained to him:

"The so-called great demon is a kind of disaster of the great way. A monk who goes against the will of heaven and against the heavens will cause disasters."

"The evil that violates the laws of heaven is collectively called evil of Tao."

"And the great demon is a kind of evil deed."

"'Dao evil' is the internal statement of the Dao Ting Imperial Heavenly Prison, and it will not be mentioned to the outside world. Because the Dao Ting believes that it is in accordance with the heaven and the earth. If there is a Dao Ting, it will prove that the Dao Ting is guilty and violates the heavenly way."

Mr. Zhuang looked serious and said, looking at Mo Hua:

"So these words come out of my mouth and you will not let outsiders know them, especially the word "Tao Yan".

Mo Hua looked stern and nodded solemnly.

Then Mo Hua thought about it and said slowly:

"So that pig became a big monster because what the Qian family ancestor did, thoughts, harmed the heavens and violated the laws of heaven. This is why the Taoist evil was born in the pig monster's body?"

After all, he had killed people for two or three hundred years, refined life pills for more than two hundred years, and raised life-turning life-changing Yuan pills for more than one hundred years, and I don’t know how many murders he committed.

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, "Simply put, this is the case, but there are actually others in it, and you don't know what to do now."

"Is he a strange Taoist?"

Mr. Zhuang was stunned, his eyes gradually sharpened, "Who did you hear?"

"The ancestor of the Qian family and a young alchemist in the alchemy industry have all mentioned a Taoist."

Mo Hua said truthfully, "The evil spirit and the alchemy recipe for turning the life and turning the life and the life are given by a Taoist, but I don't know if the Taoist they are talking about is the same person."

Mr. Zhuang pressed Mo Hua's shoulder and said with a serious expression:

"Don't mention it, let alone think about it, forgetting that Taoist."

Mo Hua wanted to ask why, but when he saw Mr. Zhuang's expression that had never been so solemn before, he nodded and agreed:

"Okay! Sir."

Mr. Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief.

I have never seen anyone in the ink painting, which makes Mr. Zhuang so afraid.

However, Mr. Zhuang did not allow him to mention it, so he stopped thinking about it and instead asked other questions:
To be continued...