"As a Qi-refining monk, you can release your spiritual consciousness; by building a foundation, you can control objects with your spiritual consciousness; when you reach the golden elixir and achieve great mastery in controlling objects, the power of the monk's weapons and swords will also be even greater."

"Only when you reach the late stage of Jindan can you dabble in the method of soul leaving the body. Only when you reach enlightenment can you truly master the method of soul leaving the body."

"This is the advancement of ordinary monks' spiritual power..."

Xunzi’s wise way.

Mo Hua wondered: "But Shui Yan... the sin cultivator I met, he only has the foundation-building peak, and he knows the pupil technique. Doesn't that mean that he has mastered the method of soul leaving the body at the foundation-building level?"

"So I say that this is the situation of ordinary monks," Xun Zixian said. "Foundation-building monks are not unable to leave the body, but their spiritual consciousness is not strong, and it is very dangerous to leave the body."

"His pupil technique is okay if it is used against ordinary monks. Once he encounters a monk who is proficient in spiritual killing, he will be defeated in an instant. This is not the most terrifying thing. What is terrifying is that when he encounters other evil spirits, or even certain types of unstoppable evil spirits, he will be defeated instantly.

Due to the existence of knowledge, the soul may even be at risk of being swallowed."

"Once part of the seven souls of the life soul is swallowed up by evil spirits, the monk may become dementia at the least, madness at the worst, or even the soul may be destroyed."

"The soul is much more valuable than flesh, blood and spiritual power, and cannot be wasted easily."

Mo Hua glanced at Xun Zixian secretly and asked: "Elder Xun, you are in the late stage of Jindan. Have you ever learned the 'soul leaving the body'?"

Xun Zixian shook his head, "I didn't learn."

Mo Hua was startled and very surprised, "You didn't learn it?"

He also thought that given Elder Xun Zixian's interest in the way of spiritual thoughts, he would try to learn it himself no matter what.

"Ancestor won't let me." Xun Zixian sighed.

After saying that, he shook his head again and said, "It's not that I won't allow it, it's that it's expressly prohibited."

"All the elders of Taixu Sect are not allowed to practice the method of 'soul leaving the body'. This is a strict order set by our ancestor."

Mo Hua frowned and asked in a low voice: "Is it because... spiritual thoughts turned into swords?"

Xun Zixian's eyes trembled and he stared at Mo Hua, "Have you secretly inquired about it a long time ago?"

"I inquired a little bit..." Mo Hua said.

"Did you ask something?" Xun Zixian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"No," Mo Hua shook his head, "I didn't ask about it at all. It seems that everyone is keeping it secret and doesn't want to mention it."

Xun Zixian nodded, "This is natural. The sect has already made rules and classified this sword technique as a forbidden technique. Disciples are not allowed to practice it anymore. The elders will naturally not mention it again. Of course, you can't find out.

, there is another reason..."

"Another reason?"

Xun Zixian nodded, looked at the ink painting and said: "For you, our ancestors specifically told us elders not to allow anyone to tell you a word about 'spiritual thoughts turning into swords'..."

Mo Hua opened his mouth and said in surprise:

"Ancestor is targeting me, it's not like that..."

"You should understand."

There is a swordsmanship called 'Sword Transformation with Spiritual Thoughts', I must be trying my best to learn it..."

"this……"

Mo Hua simply cannot deny it.

He really devoted himself to ideological studies.

Xun Zixian sighed, "This is what my ancestor was afraid of. There is no way to learn this sword technique."

"Why?" Mo Hua couldn't help but ask.

Xun Zixian's eyes were complicated, even with some pain, "Have you been to Houshan?"

"Back mountain?"

"The mountain behind Taixu Gate."

Mo Hua was startled and shook his head, "That must be a forbidden area. I have never been there."

Xun Zixian nodded slightly, "I've been there once before..."

"In the back mountain, there is a 'Sword Tomb'. In the Sword Tomb, there are countless broken swords buried, as well as countless... the bones of sword cultivators."

Xun Zixian took a deep breath and said in a sad tone, "These sword cultivators are all cultivators who have cultivated spiritual thoughts into swords. They are my seniors from the Taixu Sect."

Mo Hua's pupils trembled.

"That's the reason..." Xun Zixian sighed, "Those who have practiced spiritual sword-making will die faster than others. The more talented a disciple is, the faster he can learn swordsmanship, and the easier it is for him to die young."

"The soul leaves the body, transforms into a sword to kill, and wanders between life and death."

"Strong means being strong, but if it is too strong, it will break easily, and there is no room for change."

"There are too many terrifying murderous intentions among the spiritual thoughts... The powerful enemies of flesh and blood and spiritual power are visible. The stronger the enemies in the spiritual thoughts are, the more powerful and obscure they are. Sometimes they are clearly terrifying and powerful.

The enemy, and you know nothing about it.”

"Therefore, there are very few seniors in the Taixu Sect who can cultivate to the level of Dongxu and become ancestors."

"When other sects encounter disciples with amazing talents, the sects will often place their hopes on them. As long as such disciples practice steadily, they will be able to stand alone in the future."

"And I, Taixumen..."

Xun Zixian looked a little bitter, "When I meet a talented disciple, I feel uneasy."

"No matter how amazing your talent is, as long as you cultivate your spiritual thoughts and turn them into swords, you will face many invisible murderous intentions. The path of cultivation is full of thorns every step of the way. Once you are injured, your life and soul will be damaged. At worst, you will be cut off from the path, or at worst, you will die midway.

Already..."

Xun Zixian was very sad.

The ink painting also has a sighing look.

No wonder...

It is obviously an extremely brilliant sword technique, but it has been put away in a high cabinet and will no longer be passed down.

He had made some guesses before, thinking that this sword art must have serious side effects, so the sect would not pass it on.

Now after listening to Elder Xun's explanation about the soul, he truly understood the danger involved.

Others waste their swords practicing swordsmanship, but Taixumen's swordsmanship wastes their lives.

If the sword is broken, it can still be repaired. If the life soul is injured, it can't be repaired even if it wants to be repaired.

But now that the cultivation world is at peace, and the children of aristocratic families are pampered and privileged, even if the sect wants to pass on this spiritual sword-turning technique, not many disciples would dare to learn it.

"Then our Taixu Sect, if we don't teach spiritual thoughts to transform into swords, and if we don't learn how to leave the body, wouldn't we be far behind other sects?" Mo Hua asked again.

"It's natural to fall behind," Xun Zixian said, "but it's not bad."

"There are no divine thoughts that transform into swords, and there are other miscellaneous inheritances. Although they are not as good as the above, they are more than enough. It is okay to hang around among the eight gates, but it will definitely be at the bottom..."

"Some elders in the sect, including several ancestors, are also studying ways to improve the sword spirit. They no longer rely solely on the spirit soul, but use alternative sword intent to increase the killing power of the sword energy."

"If the research is successful, it can be regarded as a kind of superior swordsmanship inheritance with a different approach, but in terms of power, it is still far inferior to the sword transformed by spiritual thoughts."

"As for the soul leaving the body..."

Elder Xun Zixian paused for a moment, and then said: "This kind of method is inherently alien. Most monks, even when they reach enlightenment, will not go out of their way to learn the method of 'soul leaving the body'."

Mo Hua was a little confused, "I don't want to learn how to become a feather. Is it because it's dangerous?"

"Yes."

"Simply leaving the body, even if it is not used to kill, is not safe."

"After all, if the soul is not strong and the knowledge of Shinto is lacking, then you have no idea what kind of demons and monsters are floating around in the world. Once the soul leaves the body and gives these evil spirits an opportunity to take advantage of it, you will be in big trouble."

"A monk in the Ascension Realm is the pillar of the family even in a big family. Once the adventurous soul leaves the body and is 'possessed by evil', it will be a huge loss."

"Besides, for ordinary monks, the soul leaving the body is of little use."

"Whether monks are killing or fighting, they value 'defeating the weak with the strong', but the soul cannot be cultivated. Your soul is not much stronger than others. What is it used for when you leave your body?"

"And the spirit soul leaving the body is itself an extremely difficult method to practice."

"Most monks in this world know how to practice martial arts with the physical body, be domineering, and use spiritual power to condense magic, and are extremely powerful, but few people are willing to meditate and contemplate, pondering the things above their own souls..."

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

Xun Zixian looked at the ink painting and said earnestly: "My ancestors didn't let the elders in the sect tell you this because they were worried about you. But 'blocking is worse than blocking'. You are a smart child and you are eager to learn. If you don't I understand, I will definitely not give up. In this case, I might as well explain the pros and cons here to you, so that you know how to make a decision."

Mo Hua said sincerely: "Thank you, elder."

Xun Zixian waved his hand, suddenly remembered something, raised his eyebrows, and said sincerely:

"I've told you everything I know. I guess I can't do it now. If in the future, your cultivation level is higher, your experience is broader, and you know some more profound Shinto knowledge, don't forget to tell me..."

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, "Yes, definitely!"

The two of them had almost finished chatting, and Mo Hua stood up and left.

The boy sent the ink painting to the door and looked at the retreating figure of the ink painting, silently lost in thought.

He listened to bits and pieces of the conversation between Mo Hua and Elder Xun Zixian just now, but he didn't understand a word of it.
To be continued...