Dry mountain, deep and quiet.

The sunlight passes through the deep forest, cuts into fragments, and spreads on the ground, bright and cool.

There are piles of fallen leaves on the mountain steps, which are soft when you step on them.

The inaccessible mountains reveal a different kind of tranquility.

Mo Hua stepped on the fallen leaves on the mountain steps and came to the ruined temple again.

Inside the ruined temple, it is still as dilapidated as ever.

The roof is still leaking, the walls are still leaking, and there is nothing on the altar, not even the sour buns. There is only old rainwater, sinking to the bottom of the bowl, making it dirty.

The clay statue of Huangshanjun has a grimace on his face.

When people are poor, life is difficult.

When the mountain god is poor, life is also difficult.

The moment the ink painting entered the door, the smoke-like Huangshan Jun slowly floated out from the clay sculpture, bowed to the ink painting, and squeezed out a smile on his face:

"Little friendly..."

Mo Hua also looked happy and waved to him:

"Tiger, long time no see, do you miss me?"

I miss you big-headed ghost.

Don't want to at all...

If you don't come, I won't have peace of mind.

Huangshan Jun thought to himself, but the smile on his face became even bigger, and he said cheerfully:

"It's natural. I haven't seen my little friend for a long time. I miss you so much. I miss you so much..."

Mo Hua nodded, very satisfied.

Huangshan Jun sighed silently in his heart.

No wonder it has been feeling a little restless since the past few days. It turns out that this "little plague god" is coming again.

But there is no way, the temple is here, and it can't escape, so it can only accept its fate.

Mo Hua glanced across the ruined temple, feeling somewhat sympathetic to Huang Shanjun's hard life, so he placed the chicken, duck, fish and other offerings he had prepared on the offering table.

Although Huangshanjun doesn't like the ink paintings, he can't refuse these chicken and duck offerings.

There were only a few people in the dry mountain, and no one came to offer sacrifices. He was so hungry that he was only a shadow.

Even if it knows that the ink painting "comes with bad intentions", it can't do anything about it.

Mo Hua laid out the offerings and asked: "By the way, does the mountain god want to eat incense?"

"Yes..." Mr. Huangshan said happily.

"That's just right," Mo Hua said, "I also brought you a stick of incense. Just wait and I will light it for you."

Huangshanjun's incense burner was in a state of disrepair. It was originally copper-colored and was covered with a layer of black mud.

Mo Hua washed the incense burner, then put some grains on the bottom again, sprinkled a layer of incense ash, then lit an incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner.

But the moment Mo Hua inserted the incense into the incense burner with his own hands.

Mr. Huangshan felt his chest was hit hard by a big hammer, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

It immediately exclaimed:

"Don't!"

Mo Hua stopped putting incense, turned his head, and looked at Huangshan Jun strangely, "Don't you want incense?"

Huangshan Jun's heart was still trembling with fear, and there was still panic in his eyes.

At that moment, he was so frightened that he nearly fainted.

It was as if this wisp of incense was as heavy as a mountain, weighing it down and unable to bear it.

What's the meaning……

This kid's incense... he can't afford it?!

Huang Shanjun took a deep look at Mo Hua, then twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a forced smile:

"The little god appreciates my friend's kindness, but let's forget about the incense first. I've been hungry for too long, so just eat some of the offerings. You can't eat the incense, otherwise it will burst..."

"It's broken?" Mo Hua was puzzled and muttered, "Can gods be broken?"

But forget it if you don’t eat it.

Maybe I'm used to being poor and suddenly have a full meal, so I can't eat too much.

Mo Hua nodded.

"Then you eat the offerings."

Huangshan Jun bowed and said, "Thank you very much, little friend."

So in the ruined temple, on top of the clay sculpture, Huangshan Jun slowly floated out, landed on the altar table, and began to enjoy the offerings placed on the ink painting.

While he was eating, he couldn't stop looking at the ink paintings.

He also took out the "snacks" prepared for himself from the storage bag, jumped on the altar table, sat side by side with Huangshan Jun, and ate together.

While Huangshan Jun was eating the offerings, he secretly looked at the ink paintings.

Only then did he realize that the ink painting was different from before.

The restrained aura and clear spiritual thoughts made him feel close to him, but there was also a faint sense of "majesty" that made him feel fearful.

Huangshan Jun was secretly shocked.

If he remembered correctly, it's only been a year...

After not seeing each other for a year, this little boy seemed to have undergone a completely different transformation.

What's even more outrageous is that Mo Hua's consciousness is obviously stronger.

But just how strong it is... Huangshan Jun was a little unsure for a moment.

Most of human spiritual consciousness is sealed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and only a small part is released outside.

Foundation-building monks cannot leave their bodies, so if they want to see the true nature of their consciousness, they must either be led into a dream or invade their sea of ​​consciousness.

Huang Shanjun quietly glanced at the ink painting.

"Led him into a dream, or invaded his sea of ​​consciousness?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately suppressed it.

Once a person seeks death, he will definitely die.

The same goes for God.

"Being a human being requires duty, and being a god is the same. I am no longer what I used to be, and I have to be more "secure and self-disciplined"..."

Huangshan Jun thought silently in his heart.

Then it became calm and began to eat the offerings.

Mo Hua eats quickly and voraciously, but Huangshanjun is a mountain god and wants to show off, so he eats slowly and methodically.

After finishing the ink painting, I had nothing to do, so I started asking Mr. Huangshan:

"Tiger, can I ask you something about turning your spiritual thoughts into swords?"

Huangshan Jun was eating chicken drumsticks gracefully, and was a little surprised when he heard this, "Didn't you ask me before?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Yes, I have asked, but I have thought of some other questions recently."

Before, he had no ability to transform his spiritual thoughts into swords, and was a pure amateur.

But things are different now. He knows a little bit about the Sword Transformation Technique, and has barely crossed the threshold with one foot. He has a basic understanding, and the things he asks are naturally different.

Mr. Huangshan didn’t want to answer.

Especially the thing about "spiritual thoughts turning into swords", this is a lifelong pain.

But cannibals have a short mouth and it is difficult for them to refuse.

What's more, the sense of majesty on Mo Hua's body became stronger and stronger, and it was a little afraid not to answer.

"My little friend, please ask, the little god knows everything."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and asked Mr. Huangshan some of the questions he had pondered for a long time:

"Tiger, if your mind turns into a sword, do you have to use a sword?"

"This is natural. Otherwise, how can we call it a 'sword' transformed from spiritual thoughts?"

"What I mean is, after turning the spiritual thought into 'sword intent', does it have to be attached to the sword energy or the spiritual sword before it can be used? Is it okay to use it directly?"

"This..." Mr. Huangshan hesitated, a little confused:
To be continued...