"Orphan?" Mo Hua was a little unbelievable, "The 'orphan' of Gushan City is the 'orphan' of the orphan?"

"Not entirely," Master Gu explained, "Gushan City is adjacent to Gushan, and the original name of this Gushan should be 'Guhuang Mountain'."

"The mountains are rich in chalcopyrite. This ore is golden, pure, dazzling, and very gorgeous. It is plated on spiritual vessels, treasures, and palaces. It is brighter than gold. Therefore, it is highly praised by celebrities from aristocratic families."

"Later, the Ming chalcopyrite was over-exploited and all was mined, leaving only this devastated, black mine. Due to the depression of the mine, the number of monks decreased sharply, and the number of orphans increased dramatically, so this mountain was called

'Gushan', this city also became 'Gushan City'..."

Mo Hua looked around and saw no fewer than dozens of thin, dark-skinned orphans carrying ore on their backs. He was silent for a moment and sighed.

Some people are born rich and live a life of luxury.

And some people seem to be born just to endure hardship.

I will eat more and more of this bitterness until I die...

Mo Hua frowned, feeling complicated.

Suddenly, a child carrying a bamboo basket slipped on his feet and fell to the ground. The worthless ore in the bamboo basket, as rough as black carbon, spilled all over the floor.

Ignoring the bruise on his knee, the child immediately climbed up and hurriedly picked up the bamboo basket after scattering the ore on the ground, as if he was afraid of being robbed by others.

Most of these ores are worthless.

But the child still regards it as a treasure.

This is the only way he can make a living, and only by picking up these worthless slags can he have a bite to eat.

If it were outside, there might be other children robbing it.

Fortunately, this was near a refinery, and everyone obeyed the rules, so no one robbed him of his ore.

The child picked up the ore back into the bamboo basket and slung the bamboo basket over his shoulder.

The heavy bamboo basket instantly bent his small body, and the rope on the back of the bamboo basket left two bruises.

At this time, this child was queuing up with a bamboo basket on his back.

He could obviously put down the bamboo basket on his back and take a rest, but he didn't know if he was used to it.

I don’t know if it’s because once I let it go, I feel uneasy and don’t know if I can have a bite to eat.

He just kept bending over, numbly carrying this heavy burden.

Not only him, but all the children in the neighborhood were like this.

Mo Hua couldn't help but walked over.

The child noticed that someone was approaching, looked up, and found that it was a young master with fair skin like jade, eyebrows as gentle as water, and a graceful appearance like a celestial being. He was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his gaze as if he was ashamed of himself.

Mo Hua looked pitifully and reached out to take off the bamboo basket from his back.

The child was trembling with fear, but after a moment, he still did not resist and allowed Mo Hua to take the bamboo basket away.

Mo Hua was born weak, but that was compared to a Foundation Establishment monk, and he was not even at the level of ordinary Qi refining.

The bamboo basket was heavy and filled with dark ore.

Mo Hua weighed it, thought slightly, and took out a formation pen.

He wanted to draw a formation on the bamboo basket, but as soon as he started to draw, he stopped again and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

It can't be difficult to draw.

Bamboo baskets are made of poor material, easily damaged, and cannot carry complex array structures.

You can't draw advanced ones.

The consumption of spiritual stones is too great, and these children cannot afford it.

Even ordinary first-level formations containing nine lines are too "luxury" for these children.

After careful consideration, the ink painting began slowly.

He only drew one formation pattern.

The simplest first-grade formation pattern.

A Bagua wind system pattern.

The array patterns are painted, the shimmer lights up, and blends into the bamboo basket.

Mo Hua said warmly: "You try memorizing it again."

The child was confused. He picked up the bamboo basket and put it on his back. He was suddenly stunned and looked at Mo Hua in disbelief.

While he was carrying the bamboo basket on his back, the formation pattern lit up, and a light breeze came from the bottom up, gently dragging the bamboo basket.

The entire bamboo basket seemed to have become lighter, no longer carrying such a heavy burden.

His shoulder won't be so painful from being strangled.

His waist is also straighter.

This is just a low-end first-grade formation pattern. It cannot even be called a formation. The power of the formation pattern is also very small, but for these children, it is enough to let them take a breath from the weight of fate.

Mo Hua looked at the formation pattern and suddenly understood what Elder Zheng told him.

Heaven and earth encompass all living beings, regardless of superiority or inferiority.

The formation path encompasses all kinds of methods, regardless of top or bottom.

High-level formations are obscure and difficult, but you can exhaust the formation principles and seek the way of heaven.

But only low-level formations spread all over the world can truly benefit the common people.

Sometimes, you don't even need a formation, just one or two simple formations are enough.

With a flash of inspiration, Mo Hua's heart trembled.

The simpler it is, the easier it is to learn, disseminate, and apply, the more it can change the situation of the people at the lowest level in the widest range.

Could this be the final form of "Tao"?

In the most "simple" form, it encompasses the most vast and infinite avenue, so that the will of the avenue spreads throughout the heaven and earth, so that all living beings are of the same mind and heaven and earth are unified?

Is this the true path to simplicity and return to nature?

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered the Five Elements Sect's Zhen Sect inheritance - the "Return to Origin" algorithm.

Reduce complexity into simplicity and unite thousands of formations into one.

The numerous formations are attributed to a "source pattern" that contains the laws of the five elements. Is this the same principle followed?

From simple to complex, learn all the formations in the world.

Then from complexity to simplicity, thousands of formations are classified into their origins.

Only in this way can we understand the secrets of the formation and truly become an immortal?

Mo Hua stood there, suddenly lost in thought. There was an obscure energy flowing around his body, and there were a few strands of the will of the great avenue flowing in his eyes.

Master Gu on the side was shocked.

He couldn't understand what Mo Huawu understood, but he also knew that the formation was the manifestation of Tao, and the formation master was closest to Tao.

Formation masters can understand some things that ordinary monks cannot.

But despite this, it was really the first time for him to see such profound energy flow when the formation master had a sudden enlightenment.

"I wonder if all formation masters are like this, or Young Master Mo is more special..."

Master Gu said silently in his heart, but he was wise enough not to disturb him.

After a while, Mo Hua came back to his senses, the energy around him dissipated, and the light in his eyes also subsided.

"Ask these children to bring the bamboo baskets, and I will draw a pattern for them." Mo Hua said gently.

"Okay." Master Gu nodded.

Then he ordered the children carrying bamboo baskets to line up and come over one by one.

Using the ink brush, he drew a pattern of Yipinfeng on their bamboo baskets one after another.

This wind pattern is too simple for ink painting. He can draw it in just a few breaths with just a tap of his pen tip.

In just one stick of incense, all the children's dirty bamboo baskets had this bright white pattern on them.

Take the breeze with you.

When they carry bamboo baskets and heavy ores on their backs, it won't be so hard.

After drawing the formation, Mo Hua didn't say anything. He just looked at the children, smiled gently, then turned and left.

All the children looked at the ink paintings.

Their faces were dark, thin, a little timid and dull, but their eyes gradually lit up with a luster of longing.

…

Inside the weapon refining shop, living room.
To be continued...