After eating, Mo Hua drew formations for a while, then he lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the time to come to enter the sea of consciousness.
In the sea of consciousness, the void Taoist monument emerged.
Mo Hua looked at the Taoist stele carefully and found that there was nothing unusual about the Taoist stele, it was exactly the same as usual.
Mo Hua was a little disappointed.
He also thought that after he ate the green-faced imp and refined its spiritual consciousness, and established its foundation in advance, this Taoist monument would undergo some mysterious changes.
But now it seems that I have thought too much.
The Taoist stele is empty, simple, profound and silent, just like the Great Road, eternal and eternal.
Mo Hua silently stared at the monument.
This stele is in the sea of consciousness and has been with Mo Hua for more than ten years. It was very familiar to me at first, but now when I look at it again, I feel it is unfathomable, as if there are many unknown causes and effects hidden.
“I wonder if I will be able to figure out the secrets hidden in the Taoist stele when my realm is higher, my spiritual consciousness is stronger, or my experience in Taoism is broader?”
Mo Hua thought in his mind.
After that, Mo Hua put aside his distracting thoughts and practiced the formation on the Taoist monument as usual.
Cultivation pays attention to accumulation over time, and formation techniques also pay attention to water droplets penetrating stone.
They all require hard work day and night and persistent practice. Nothing can be accomplished overnight, and you should not rush for success.
Even though Mo Hua’s spiritual consciousness is now very strong, the formation still needs to be down-to-earth, honed and consolidated over and over again.
The ink painting uses a pointing pen to draw complex and profound formation patterns on the Taoist stele.
This is a profound formation pattern that ordinary first-grade formation masters cannot learn at all. The formation composed of this profound formation pattern is the first-grade ten-line counter-spirit formation.
This is also the most difficult formation that Mo Hua has learned so far.
For Mo Hua today, this formation is the only one worth his time to practice more.
After all, his spiritual consciousness has already been established. Ordinary first-level formations cannot deepen his understanding or hone his spiritual consciousness. Painting is like drinking water, easy and tasteless.
Of course, Mo Hua only said this in his mind. If he said it out loud, he would definitely be hated.
Mo Hua concentrated on practicing the counter-spirit formation.
But as he practiced, Mo Hua realized something was wrong.
Whenever he consumes his spiritual consciousness, some afterimages will occasionally appear in the sea of consciousness.
Among the afterimages, there are Taoist temples hidden in the green mountains, Taoist boys who are sometimes innocent and sometimes evil, sometimes immortal Taoist priests, sometimes greedy-looking Taoist priests, and all kinds of monks with evil intentions…
The mood of the ink paintings also changes frequently.
Sometimes simple, sometimes irritable, sometimes decadent, sometimes violent, and even worse, greedy for human flesh and blood.
Mo Hua quickly meditated and got rid of distracting thoughts.
After a while, Mo Hua opened his eyes and frowned.
“Did the green-faced kid’s spiritual thoughts not be purified before, so there are still so many evil thoughts left?”
He also remembered what Mr. Zhuang said that the visual images were dangerous and unpredictable, and the spiritual consciousness he visualized might be some “non-human” existence…
If this is the case, I am afraid that the consequences of “eating” the imp will be more dangerous than I thought.
“Let’s ask Mr. Zhuang tomorrow.”
Since the evil thoughts remain, it is not easy to use spiritual consciousness to practice the formation.
Otherwise, residual evil thoughts will subtly transform into the sea of filthy consciousness, causing people to make mistakes or even go astray.
Mo Hua continued to meditate, reflect on himself, overcome evil thoughts, and keep his true heart.
At Mao hour, as the sky breaks, Mo Hua sits cross-legged and meditates, wearing the morning sun, practicing his routine.
After practicing, his spiritual power was a little stronger. Mo Hua ate the breakfast made by his mother, brought some wine and meat, and went to visit Mr. Zhuang in Zuowangju.
Mo Hua has not visited his husband for quite some time.
In the mountain residence, the scenery is as always, quiet and leisurely, which makes people feel calm just looking at it.
It was still early and Mr. Zhuang was still dozing off.
Mo Hua took a sneak peek into the room and saw that his husband was still lying leisurely on the bamboo chair, with his eyes closed and his mind wandering, so he didn’t want to disturb him.
Mo Hua sat on the steps outside as usual, found a book, put it in front of his knees and read quietly.
There is golden sunlight above the head, and the emerald mountains are facing us.
While looking at it, Mo Hua suddenly noticed something moving in the room. He turned around and found that Mr. Zhuang stood up at some point and looked at Mo Hua seriously.
“Who are you?”
Mr. Zhuang asked, his tone slightly cold.
Mo Hua was stunned and scratched his head, “Sir, I am Mo Hua…”
Mr. Zhuang glanced at the ink paintings for a few times, then softened his tone slightly and asked, “Where did your consciousness come from?”
“I saw a visualization picture.”
It turned out to be a visualization picture…
Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, “What next?”
“There was a little ghost in the picture, and it jumped into the sea of my consciousness, so I ate it…”
The ink painting is concise and comprehensive.
Mr. Zhuang, who had always been calm and calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, could not help but show a shocked look, “Eat?”
Mo Hua nodded, “Eat.”
Mr. Zhuang twitched his lips and asked, “How do you eat?”
“It wanted to eat me, but I wouldn’t let it eat, so I used a formation to hurt it, and it turned into a few wisps of smoke, which I swallowed into my stomach…”
Mo Hua briefly described what happened, but did not mention the Taoist monument.
In fact, it was the breath of the Dao Monument that burned the green-faced imp into blue smoke.
“Can your spiritual consciousness be manifested?” Mr. Zhuang asked.
“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.
Mo Hua learned from the green-faced little ghost that spiritual thoughts that manifested themselves appeared in the sea of consciousness, which was called the manifestation of spiritual consciousness.
Mo Hua has been able to manifest his consciousness since he was a child, and he thought it was a common thing. But seeing the kid’s expression, he realized that not all monks could manifest their consciousness in the sea of consciousness.
At this time, Mr. Zhuang’s expression was not surprising. It seemed that although he had not asked before, he should have guessed that his spiritual consciousness could be manifested.
Mr. Zhuang asked again: “I ate the imp and refined it, so my consciousness suddenly increased?”
Mo Hua nodded, thinking that he was indeed Mr. Zhuang. He only said a few words, and Mr. Zhuang guessed the whole story.
Mr. Zhuang stood there with a complicated expression on his face. He hesitated several times before finally confirming slowly:
“So now, your spiritual consciousness has been established?”
“Yes, sir!” Mo Hua smiled shyly, his eyes bright and a little proud.
Mr. Zhuang sighed and sat back slowly. His expression returned to leisurely, but his heart was obviously not as calm as he showed on his face.
These days, Mo Hua didn’t come to see him. He thought he had gone somewhere to play. He forgot the time for a moment, but he didn’t expect that in just a few days, Mo Hua’s consciousness had already been established.
“It’s too fast…” Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.
Although it is said that everything will be successful if it is forewarned, but it will be ruined if it is not forewarned.
But Mo Hua’s spiritual consciousness has grown so fast that it is impossible to predict. As a result, all the preparations and plans he had made before will be overturned…
Seeing that Mr. Zhuang seemed to be lost in thought, Mo Hua asked about his worries:
“Sir, I ate the little ghost in the visualization picture, and it seems to have its memory in the sea of consciousness. Occasionally, I will have many illusions and various distracting thoughts. Is this dangerous?”
“Is this…” Mr. Zhuang’s eyes darkened, “It’s hard to say.”
Mo Hua did not expect Mr. Zhuang, who was well-informed, to have such a vague answer, and couldn’t help but ask:
“Why is it so hard to tell?”
“Because no one has ever done this…”
Mo Hua was stunned, “Has no one ever eaten a kid?”
“Yes.” Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink paintings with a somewhat complicated expression, “Usually people are eaten by imps, and you are the first one to eat them…”
(End of chapter)