After recuperating from Mo Hua for a few days, I felt that nothing was wrong, so I went to visit Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang is leaving.

Before, Mo Hua thought about learning spiritual consciousness and then giving Mr. Zhuang a surprise.

Now it seems that this "surprise" may be a bit too big...

But Mr. Zhuang didn't seem to care, and he didn't even ask.

Mo Hua asked with some confusion:

"Sir, don't you ask what happened?"

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and shook his head slightly:

"I know, I know if you don't say it, I don't know it, you don't have to tell me, and at the same time, don't tell anyone, don't let anyone know."

Mo Hua was slightly stunned and nodded.

Mr. Zhuang reminded him again:

"The divine consciousness calculation can be used, but be more low-key and don't let people see it. If it is seen, find a way to cover it up..."

"As for the formation collapse, don't use it in the future!"

Mr. Zhuang's tone is quite solemn.

Mo Hua hesitated a little and whispered:

"What if... I have to use it?"

After all, he doesn't know what dangers he will encounter in the future. In the event of a disaster, he can't sit still and wait for death.

"If you have to use it, you must use it..." Mr. Zhuang said lightly, "Then make sure that no living person knows it after using it."

Mo Hua's heart was terrified and nodded again.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting and his expression was gentle:

"These things are not something you should learn in this state. Once people know it, they will inevitably attract people to covet them and cause trouble."

Especially the formation collapses.

This kind of inheritance is the top secret among the top secrets.

Mr. Zhuang sighed.

He taught Mo Hua's spiritual sense to calculate, and he just wanted to let him first see the way and understand the formation, but he didn't expect that even the entire formation would collapse...

This was something he never expected.

The array collapsed...

Even if I think about it now, Mr. Zhuang still feels a little palpitations.

Mr. Zhuang knew that ink painting must have some special opportunities, and he had noticed them a long time ago, and this opportunity may be even greater than he thought.

But Mr. Zhuang doesn't want to go into it.

Every monk has his own destiny, not to mention that this young monk with destiny is his disciple.

Mr. Zhuang wants to keep a secret for ink painting.

The best way to keep a secret is to not know the secret.

Human spiritual consciousness is illusory and elusive.

But no matter how false the spiritual consciousness is, there are always traces to follow.

As long as you know, you will inevitably be peeked out.

So the best way is to know nothing from the beginning.

There is nothing at all, so where can dust be caused?

Mo Hua originally wanted to tell Mr. Zhuang about the thunder and formation patterns, but since Mr. Zhuang said that, it is better not to say it out now.

Mo Hua remembered another thing and asked:

"Sir, are you going to leave..."

After all, I learned the formation myself and solved the problem of Feng Xu. Mr. Zhuang seemed to have no reason to stay...

Moreover, Mr. Zhuang's breath is getting worse every day.

Although it looks the same as before, there is no change in appearance.

But Mo Hua thoughtfully and stayed with Mr. Zhuang for a long time, he could vaguely detect that Mr. Zhuang's breath seemed to gradually fade.

This is a wonderful feeling.

It seemed as if Mr. Zhuang's existence itself was gradually dissipating.

Mr. Zhuang sighed slightly, "Yes."

"Then will I see you again in the future?"

Ink painting is a little lost.

When Mr. Zhuang saw the reluctance in Mo Hua's eyes, he seemed to have made up his mind, his tone was gentle, but he said firmly:

“Can meet…”

...

After Mo Hua left, the old figure of Puppet appeared and looked at Mr. Zhuang and frowned:

"Don't do extra things."

"What is redundant?"

Old Kuang said unhappily, "You know it well, do you still need me to say it?"

Mr. Zhuang was silent, and his eyes lit up after a moment, and he said:

"I want to... collect ink paintings and pass them on to my personal disciples."

Old Kuo thought that this was true, and his tone was even worse:

"You want to die yourself, don't drag this child down. His family background is small and cannot involve such a big cause and effect."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "No, he has great luck!"

Puppet old frowned.

Mr. Zhuang recalled the scene in Daheishan and said:

"The formation collapses and is born, and the catastrophe thunder is coming and will not die. This is the great fortune!"

Mr. Kuang said angrily: "He calculated the fortune of the bullshit. He did not kill him. The thunder of the robbery would not have killed him. These things have their own causes and effects, and have nothing to do with the illusory fortune."

It’s okay to deceive the monks who don’t know about luck, but it’s a bit far-fetched to deceive the old man.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang could not fool Pu Lao, he said:

"That's not considered lucky, but at least he has the heart of Tao. Although he is young, his heart of Tao is grand and firm."

Pu Lao Lao didn't refute this, but just sighed and asked:

"Have you really thought about it?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

"There is no good cause and effect on you." Old Kuang reminded him.

It’s not that there is no good cause and effect, but... it’s all evil causes and consequences...

Mr. Zhuang felt bitter in his heart, sighed slightly, and then looked far away:

"So I have to think of a way... to prevent him from getting involved in these causes and effects."

...

Under the big locust tree, Mo Hua was eating with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

The three of them were filled with exquisite pastries, snacks, meat and wine of all kinds of flavors.

These were all done for him by Liu Ruhua with a heart-wrenching heart painting.

Mo Hua couldn't finish it alone, so he gave some to Dahu and the others, and used the rest to invite Zisheng and Zixi to eat together.

After all, Mr. Zhuang is about to leave, and the three registered disciples are about to part.

After being together for so long, Mo Hua still feels reluctant to let go.

Bai Zisheng was having a lot of fun eating, and suddenly remembered something and asked Mo Hua:

"If you are injured, will Aunt Liu make delicious food for you?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Of course."

Bai Zisheng was a little envious, and Bai Zixi's eyes also showed a hint of envy.

Mo Hua said in confusion: "Your mother can't make something for you to eat?"
To be continued...