“On the Origin of Formation” can only be read at Mr. Zhuang’s place and cannot be taken out.
In the next few days, Mo Hua would go to Mr. Zhuang’s residence early and then find a clean and comfortable place to read alone.
If you have any questions, just write them down silently and wait for Mr. Zhuang to finish his nap before asking for advice. Mr. Zhuang answers all questions and often solves the doubts of Mo Hua in just a few words, which makes Mo Hua greatly admire him.
In just a few days, Mo Hua’s knowledge of formations has increased a lot.
Mr. and Mrs. Mo Shan wanted to come and thank them, but Mr. Zhuang pushed them away. Mr. Zhuang said that he liked to be quiet and did not interact with others. He accepted the kindness, but there was no need to come.
Even so, there was no expression, and the Moshan couple always felt guilty.
Mo Shan went up the mountain and killed a bison. Liu Ruhua marinated the beef and stewed it until it was delicious. He also made various snacks and asked Mo Hua to take them with him and give them to Mr. Zhuang. He also told Mo Hua: ” Since Mr. Zhuang likes to be clean, we won’t bother him, but we always have to give some small gifts, such as spiritual stones, and Mr. Zhuang is probably not short of them. Although these foods are not expensive, they are still what we want. I hope you don’t dislike it if you give it to your husband.”
“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded in agreement.
When Mo Hua gave the food box to Mr. Zhuang, he felt somewhat uneasy.
Judging from Mr. Zhuang’s appearance, he has probably eaten all kinds of delicacies and delicacies, and he may not like the food that ordinary casual cultivators eat.
But when Mr. Zhuang received the food box, he seemed to find it quite novel. He tasted a few slices of beef and nodded slightly.
Although it is a low-grade wild monster with no aura, the cooking method is very unique. The meaty aroma of bison meat is mixed with spicy spices, giving it a wild flavor that has never been experienced before.
This was the first time Mr. Zhuang had eaten beef with this kind of taste. He couldn’t help but eat a few more slices and kept some for drinking.
Mo Hua gave some snacks to Puppet Lao. Puppet Lao was a little surprised when he received the snacks, but he didn’t tell Mo Hua anything. He tasted a few bites and neither said they were good nor bad.
Mo Hua felt relieved when he saw that both of them had accepted the gifts and tasted them themselves without any dissatisfaction.
Liu Ruhua was also very happy. When she had time, she cooked more dishes and asked Mo Hua to give them to Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Puppet.
There are many kinds of monsters in the mountains, and their tastes are different. Liu Ruhua is busy with the restaurant business on weekdays. In his free time, he concentrates on studying cooking. He uses the meat obtained from hunting monsters in Mo Mountain to try various cooking methods and different meat combinations. Different seasonings and different stewing methods also present different flavors.
Some of them taste good, and some of them taste not so easy to accept. Liu Ruhua will choose the ones that taste good and ask Mo Hua to bring them to Mr. Zhuang to try.
Puppet Lao loves to eat snacks, and according to Mo Hua’s observation, Puppet Lao loves to eat crispy snacks, and he especially likes to eat snacks and play chess at the same time. So Liu Ruhua made some crispy fruits and asked Mo Hua to give them to Mr. Puppet every now and then.
Over time, Mr. Zhuang got used to eating and no longer liked the food cooked by Mr. Zhuang.
One day, Mo Hua sent some soy sauce meat and snacks to Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Puppet. He read some books, asked a few questions, and then said goodbye and went home.
It was getting late, and Mr. Zhuang was sitting by the pond, looking at the sunset on the horizon, eating beef and drinking wine, looking quite leisurely.
The old man was eating snacks and playing chess with himself. After a while, he looked up at Mr. Zhuang and said, “You are so angry. You can eat other things, but you can’t be greedy. Don’t leave behind the medicinal diet I made.” ”
Mr. Zhuang looked indifferent: “A broken mirror is hard to round, and water is hard to recover. The sea of qi has been broken, and it is useless to eat anything. It is better to eat something that can make you happy.”
The puppet boss didn’t bother to care about him, and after a moment he suddenly asked: “Is it really that delicious?”
Mr. Zhuang took another chopstick of meat and put it into his mouth, tasting it carefully, “The taste is very special.”
“yes.”
Mr. Zhuang showed an interesting expression, but his eyes concealed the warmth of the world:
“I’m tired of eating delicacies from the mountains and seas. Although these things are simple now, they also contain simple intentions, so they are also the most rare.”
“Oh,” Mr. Puppet said as if he hadn’t heard anything. He concentrated on playing chess while picking up a piece of fruit and putting it into his mouth.
Mr. Zhuang looked at him and suddenly asked, “You can’t taste it, so why are you eating these?”
The puppet master watched the chess game intently, and after a moment he said, “I’ll chew it and listen to the sound.”
After saying that, he picked up a piece of shortbread and chewed it.
Half a month later, Mo Hua had almost read “The Theory of the Origin of Formation”, and Mr. Zhuang began to teach Mo Hua the theory of formation.
The formation theory taught by Mr. Zhuang is broader and more obscure than that taught by Yan Jiao Xi. They were all formation terms that Mo Hua had never heard of before, and Mo Hua learned them very slowly.
Mr. Zhuang also seemed to be resigned to the situation. He learned ink painting quickly and slowly. Whether he learned well or badly, he never said a word.
But presumably he ate too much beef and Mr. Zhuang felt uneasy, so he asked Mo Hua: “What kind of formation master do you want to be?”
Mo Hua wanted to become a first-class formation master first, but this goal may be too small in Mr. Zhuang’s eyes, and he didn’t know what kind of formation master there was, so he said honestly: “Disciple doesn’t know what kind of formation master he can become. ”
Mr. Zhuang pondered for a moment and said: “Your spiritual roots are not very good. Even if you don’t lack spiritual stones and techniques, it is not easy to reach the golden elixir stage. And the realm determines the upper limit of the formation master. No matter how high your understanding is, there is not enough The realm cannot reach higher formations…”
“As for your understanding, your understanding is actually pretty good, but it’s a pity that you started too late, and your understanding of various formation theories lacks a foundation. The children of aristocratic families are all educated since childhood, and some advanced knowledge of formations has been learned since childhood. Familiarity, if you lack this accumulation, even if you learn from scratch now, it will be much slower. “
“When I taught my disciples before, I always taught formation theory first, letting them memorize the thousands of formation schools and theories in the monastic world, laying a foundation for them to be able to integrate them more easily in the future and go further in the formation process.”
Mr. Zhuang looked at the ink painting with a slightly apologetic expression, but he still said bluntly: “But you may not be able to go far at all. The third-level formation master may have reached his limit, so teaching you according to the previous method is just a waste of time. It won’t do you any good.”
Mo Hua looked gloomy and felt somewhat lost.
But when I came back to my senses, I realized that even if I became a second-grade formation master, let alone a third-grade formation master, I would still be able to enjoy myself secretly. After all, there are only a handful of first-grade formation masters in the entire Tongxian City.
I almost swelled with Mr. Zhuang…
Mo Hua thought for a moment and solemnly said: “Everything in the world has its own destiny. Disciples only need to concentrate on learning formations. You can learn as far as you can. If you care too much about gains and losses, you will lose your original intention. Please give me your guidance.” ”
Mr. Zhuang looked slightly surprised, silently looking at the ink painting, and then said with a smile: “You are right, it is up to people to plan things, and gains and losses are up to God. You should not waste your time worrying about gains and losses. In this case, I will change the teaching method tomorrow.”
(End of chapter)