Huang Shanjun glanced at Mo Hua suspiciously.

All in all, it has been several years since I saw an ink painting.

Just now, I was so excited about the statue of my natal god that I couldn't express my gratitude. I felt that the ink painting of dragons and phoenixes was unparalleled in beauty, and the whole body was exuding golden light.

But now that he took a closer look, Mr. Huangshan realized that this did not seem to be his "illusion."

The spiritual thoughts in the ink paintings indeed have a faint golden light overflowing.

This kind of golden light can only be seen by gods.

The spiritual consciousness in ink paintings is more obscure, more hidden, and as deep as the sea than before.

The stronger the consciousness, the less able it is to peep into.

An almost absurd conjecture emerged in Huangshan Jun's mind.

"Little friend, you——" Huangshan Jun stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Mo Hua asked.

Huang Shanjun thought deeply for a moment and shook his head, "It's nothing——"

It didn't dare to ask for an exit.

There are differences between humans and gods.

It is a huge taboo to step into the path of becoming a god with a mortal body of flesh and blood.

Such people will face great disaster.

Once this secret is leaked out, it will definitely lead to divine disasters, provoke many gods in the world, and even kill them.

Consecrating the gods with flesh and blood is the way to "blaspheme the gods".

As for the ordinary monks who take the path of becoming gods, they are also full of murderous intentions.

Once you make a mistake, you will fall into the evil realm and become a deformed evil god of flesh and blood, with evil thoughts like the plague.

Scattered into the earth.

In Huangshanjun's long memory, except for some ancient cultivators who were extremely talented in spiritual thinking and were stunningly talented and stunningly beautiful, no one ever took this path.

Some monks who took this path in the past cannot even be considered "human" at all.

Huang Shanjun took a deep look at the ink painting.

It is extremely certain, the ink painting is indeed a "person" made of flesh and blood.

No matter how powerful his spiritual thoughts are, he is still a human being.

Moreover, he is very full of human nature, resolute in his Taoist heart, and energetic in spirit.

The more Huangshan Jun looked at it, the more his heart palpitated, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he silently suppressed his suspicion in his heart.

Even forcing myself to forget.

The ink painting on it shows great kindness.

If the path that Mo Hua is following is really the path of "Taoism and becoming a god", then he cannot say it out loud.

It would be best if you didn't know about this from the beginning.

But Huangshan Jun was still worried, his eyes flickered, and he said to Mo Hua with a hint:

"There are fundamental differences between humans and gods."

"Between humans and gods, there is a great road and a chasm, with clear boundaries."

"This boundary must not be broken at any time, otherwise, a great disaster will surely result."

Mo Hua felt comfortable and immediately understood what Huangshan Jun meant, and nodded to show that he understood.

Mr. Huangshan breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"When a monk cultivates his spiritual power, he has one realm and one change. The first level of Qi refining, his spiritual power is like mist; the second level of foundation building, his spiritual power is like mercury; the third level of golden elixir, his spiritual power is crystallized——."

"But the monk's consciousness has not changed like this."

"From the first level to the second level, the spiritual will doubles, and the same is true after that. The monk's spiritual will only increases in quantity and has no essential change."

"This essential change in spiritual thoughts belongs to the gods."

"First-class gods, their mental power is like fog; second-class gods, their mental power is like mercury; third-class gods, their mental power is crystallized——"

"This is the 'transformation' of the god's mind power, a change in the shape of the mind power."

"In addition to deformation, there is another level of 'qualitative change' in the power of God's thoughts, which is the 'Taoization' of God's thoughts."

"The innate Tao is derived from the divine marrow. The rarer the divine marrow, the deeper the Tao transformation, the truer the origin, the higher the rank, and the stronger the law."

"High-level gods have powerful origins and possess profound 'Taoist' power. They can even break the restrictions of the gods' realm and cross the border to kill the gods——·."

Huangshan Jun explained the secrets of the gods to the ink paintings.

This entire set of Shinto knowledge is much more complete than before.

It was completed by merging the natal idol and awakening some of the lost memories.

There is another part of the knowledge about gods that Huangshan Jun has not mentioned before because he never thought before that Mo Hua, an eccentric little cultivator from the human race, might very well be on the path of "Taoism and Conferring Gods" by breaking the Taoist taboos.

But now the situation is different.

Huang Shanjun concluded that this knowledge would definitely be useful for ink painting, so he explained everything in great detail.

Mo Hua also benefited a lot after listening to it.

In a sense, this is true "divine preaching."

Although Huangshan Jun is now in decline, he was previously a mountain god at the peak of the third level. He has gone through many years and vicissitudes, has profound knowledge, and is terrifyingly powerful.

Otherwise, the Great Wild Evil God would not leave any stone unturned to care about his divine body and dojo.

It can preach to oneself, which is very valuable.

This kind of Shinto knowledge "personally transmitted" by the gods is, in a sense, also a "taboo" for the gods.

There may be very few people who know.

Even Mr. Xun, who is in the Dongxu Realm, probably wouldn’t know it clearly.

After all, Mr. Xun didn't have a "god" friend to drink and chat with.

"Thank you, tiger." Mo Hua cupped his hands and thanked him.

"You're welcome, little friend." Mr. Huangshan sighed.

The great favor of retrieving the statue of one's natal deity is really a knot in the grass, and it is difficult to repay it. Talking about the secrets of Shinto is actually nothing.

After listening to Huangshan Jun's preaching, the framework of Shinto advancement became clearer in Mo Hua's mind.

He is now half human, half god, stuck in the middle.

The two Shinto advanced frameworks are mixed together, so some common Shinto concepts do not apply to him.

You have to study and explore on your own before you can find your own path between man and God.

"By the way," Mo Hua remembered something again and asked, "Tiger, what about the 'dragon'? Is there any way to advance in the dragon soul?"

"Dragon?" Mr. Huangshan was stunned for a moment, "What does this have to do with dragons?"

Mo Hua doesn’t know what to say.

He can't tell Mr. Huangshan that he "ate" a dragon - "·

Mo Hua said: "A few days ago, by chance, I met the descendants of Dahuang and saw a dragon soul, so I was curious and wanted to ask you."

Huangshan Jun was surprised when he heard this and asked: "Then where is this dragon soul now?"

In my belly——Mo Hua was silent for a moment and could only say: "I don't know either——

Huangshan Jun felt a little regretful and pondered for a moment before saying: "The dragon is a divine beast, and the dragon soul is the soul of the divine beast. In a sense, it is an existence comparable to a 'god'."

"But the number of dragons is extremely rare, and dragon souls are even rarer.

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"Even though I was the God of the Lonely Mountain before and lived for countless years, I never saw the dragon soul several times with my own eyes."

"The secret of the dragon soul is probably only known to the 'dragon' clan itself, or the human race that has inherited the blood of true dragons and karmic dragons from generation to generation."

"A human race that inherits the blood of a true dragon or a karmic dragon?" Mo Hua asked.

Huangshan Jundao: "The lineage of the Dao Ting Emperor inherits the blood of the True Dragon. The Great Wilderness Royal Family inherits the blood of the Karmic Dragon."

"In addition, the blood of the Karmic Dragon is occasionally spread among the royal families, some hidden clans in the wilderness, the northern frontier, and the western extreme, and even some big families and clans today."

The ink painting suddenly dawned.

He had heard Supervisor Xia talk about the difference between real dragons and industrial dragons.

But this was the first time he had heard of these forces with the blood of Karma Dragon.

"In a big family, in a big clan, do you also have the blood of the Karmic Dragon?"
To be continued...