Chapter 801 Little Fairy Boy (Additional update for the Silver Alliance of Mr. Mubai Jinyu~)
Who is this little fairy boy?
Where did it come from?
The ink painting makes no impression at all.
"When did this happen?"
Old Yutou said: "More than a year later, after Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi were rescued, the villagers opened a shrine, erected a statue, and offered incense in the back village."
Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, "Can you take me to see it?"
"This is natural, but..." Old Yutou said hesitantly, "My dear friend, aren't you in a hurry?"
"I'm just going to take a look and leave after watching it."
"Well."
Old Yu nodded, and asked his two grandsons, Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi, to look after the house, and then led the way, taking Mo Hua to the back village.
Houcun is still the same as before, with few residents.
The well leading to the bloody fishing village is still there. Of course, the formation that opened the entrance has been obliterated by the ink painting.
Not far from the well, a small shrine was carved out of the mountain wall.
In front of the shrine, a small offering table was set up with some melon and fruit offerings, and a small clay sculpture was placed in the middle.
Mo Hua looked at the clay sculpture and fell into deep thought.
This clay sculpture is of a "little fairy boy". The workmanship is relatively rough. It was obviously made by the fishing cultivators themselves, but it looks pretty good. It carries a golden sword on its back and sits in the shrine with a fairy air. It looks very majestic. .
The key is that the appearance and eyebrows of this clay sculpture look very familiar to the ink painting...
The ink painting looked subtle, so he asked Lao Yutou:
"Why do you want to erect this clay sculpture of a fairy boy?"
Old Yutou looked solemn and said slowly: "To be honest, my benefactor, the monks in our village had a nightmare together..."
"In the nightmare, there is a big fish monster. Its head is as big as a temple, its whiskers are as thick as trees, its fangs are white and its body is bloody. It looks very scary. It eats people everywhere."
"Just when this fish monster was doing evil, a little immortal fell from the sky."
"This little fairy, covered in golden light, came out of the air, holding a golden sword in his hand, which was shining brightly. He subdued the big fish monster with his backhand, then raised the sword and lowered it. With a flash of golden light, he chopped off the head of the fish monster. In addition to this disaster, our fishing village also escaped a great disaster..."
When Old Yutou said this, he looked happy, and then sighed: "But this little immortal only showed his figure in dreams, and came and went without a trace. After killing the fish monster, Then disappeared."
"We are grateful for this little immortal's kindness, so we built a shrine for him here, erected a statue, and placed offerings during every year and festival."
“If the year is bad, the wind and waves are too strong, or something weird happens, I will burn a stick of incense here and pay homage to this little immortal holding a golden sword, asking him to keep the weather smooth and the whole place safe... …”
Mo Hua was stunned.
The things that Old Yutou said are all things he has done...
Been making trouble for a long time...
The fairy boy is actually me?
The mood of the ink painting is a bit subtle.
He was a little curious, so he secretly asked Lao Yutou, "If you worship me... if you worship this little immortal, is it really useful?"
Old Yutou nodded repeatedly, "It's useful, it's useful!"
"real?"
"That's natural," Old Yutou said with awe on his face, "If it's raining continuously, if you worship this little fairy boy, it will clear up soon; if you can't catch fish, if you worship this little fairy boy, your fortune will change; as Yu Laoer said, When he was going down the river, a water monster bit his leg and he was almost dragged into the river. But he was lucky and managed to save his life. When he came back, he said that luckily he had paid homage to the little immortal before he went into the water. , otherwise I’m afraid my life will be lost…”
"The village head, the old Zhao family, had a daughter-in-law who had difficulty giving birth, so she came to pay homage to this little fairy boy to keep her mother and child safe..."
Ink painting: "..."
He didn't even know that he was so powerful and could keep his mother and son safe...
"Isn't there a time when it doesn't work?" Mo Hua asked again.
Old Yutou thought for a while, "Occasionally, it happens, but it must be because we are not sincere enough, or are too greedy and demanding, so the little fairy ignores us..."
"The little fairy must be very busy too. He can't take care of us all the time. He helps us because it's a matter of affection. If he doesn't help, it's also his duty. We can't feel resentful."
"The human heart is not as good as a snake swallowing an elephant. If you are too greedy, you will be punished."
Old Yutou looked serious and understood deeply.
Mo Hua nodded.
I have to say that Lao Yutou's rhetoric is quite logical.
Mo Hua stared at the majestic "little immortal" in the shrine, who was holding a golden sword and receiving incense. A question suddenly emerged in his mind:
"Can I really eat incense?" "
He remembered Huangshan Jun said that only gods can eat incense.
I am a living person, how can I eat incense?
Moreover, he had no special feelings during the days when he was worshiped as a "little fairy boy" by the villagers of the small fishing village.
If you can't eat incense, where will the incense go?
Some kind of cause and effect?
Mo Hua couldn't figure it out. He stared at his clay sculpture again. Suddenly his mind moved slightly and his eyes were surprised, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he said to Lao Yutou:
"I've finished reading. It's getting late. Uncle Yu, I'll go back first."
"My dear benefactor, go slowly," Old Yutou said, "I will see you off."
Old Yutou personally delivered the ink paintings to the head of the village and watched them go away. Then he returned home and told his two grandsons: "Put away the things your benefactor gave you carefully."
The two children tied the water-resisting jade given by Mo Hua around their necks with great care.
Old Yutou nodded and said: "You may not think that my benefactor is very old, but he is a disciple of a large sect. He has an excellent inheritance, and his vision, knowledge and ability are all top-notch."
"You must remember what he said firmly in your heart and never forget it."
"Also..." Old Yutou sighed and said with emotion:
"Although we are casual cultivators and live in poverty, we must also be moral."
"I'm old, and that's it for the rest of my life. I don't have much ability, and I can't repay my kindness to my benefactor. But you two children are different. You are still young, and there is still a long way to go in the future..."
"If you succeed in cultivating Taoism in the future, you must find a way to repay this great kindness."
The two little grandsons nodded seriously:
"Well, grandpa, we remember!"
"good."
Old Yutou nodded happily.
…
At this time, the back village of the small fishing village.
In front of the little immortal's shrine, there was smoke and incense, but no one was around.
The ink painting that had left gradually appeared again.
He stared at the shrine with deep eyes for a few more times, and then said slowly: "Come out."
There was no movement in the shrine.
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
Just when he was getting a little impatient, the silver light shone slightly in the shrine, and a pure white little silver fish swam out tremblingly, nodding to the ink painting as if kowtowing.
At the same time, a thin and crisp voice reached Mo Hua's ears.
"Meet my benefactor..."
Mo Hua was a little surprised.
He only knew that there was something secretly hidden in his shrine, but he never expected that it would be a small silver fish.
Moreover, this little fish has pure spiritual thoughts and no evil aura at all.
Recalling the cause and effect, Mo Hua understood.
"You are... the river god who was hacked to death by me before?"
Little Silver Fish trembled all over and said softly: "What I want to say in return for my benefactor is..."
"That's not right..." Mo Hua frowned, "Old Yutou called me benefactor because I saved him, but I chopped you down, why do you still call me 'benefactor'?"
Little Silver Fish whispered: "My benefactor killed me, but he also saved me, showed mercy and spared my life..."
"Show mercy?"
Mo Hua was startled and then he remembered...
When I killed the evil river god and searched its altar, I did find a small bloody fish.
At that time, he just wanted to squeeze him to death.
It was this little fish that shook its body desperately, shaking away the dirty blood, revealing its silver-white body.
Mo Hua found that there was no blood or evil air in its body, so he spared its life with kind thoughts.
And the little fish turned into a ray of silver light and swam away to no one knows where.
It turned out to be a small fish at that time.
Mo Hua was stunned and asked: "Where are you from?"
The little whitebait whispered:
"To be honest with my benefactor, the little god was originally the river god of the Yanshui River. He protected the land and water, relied on fishermen and cultivators to make incense offerings, and continued the Shinto..."
"Then one day, a terrifying evil god invaded my dojo, polluted my spiritual thoughts, and finally even slaughtered the entire fishing village, completely destroying the foundation of my Shinto..."
"I have lost my foundation and can only become a puppet of the evil god. Over the years, I have degraded little by little, leaving only this glimmer of clarity."
"The original spiritual thought of 'Qing Ming' was about to be extinguished. At this moment, the young master killed the evil god, and also beheaded my fallen body. He also let me go, and even the shrine where I am now. , It also belongs to the young master, and the food he eats is also the young master’s incense.”
"Young master has a true 'recreation grace' towards the little god, so he is naturally the little god's 'benefactor'."
Mo Hua was a little dazed.
He didn't even expect that he had done so many good things without knowing it...
"Cut away the divine drive, leaving a trace of spiritual thought..."
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.
This is similar to Huangshan Jun.
Huangshan Jun had fallen at the beginning and embarked on an evil path. The seniors of Taixu Sect turned his spiritual thoughts into swords and cut off the powerful divine drive, leaving a trace of pure divine thoughts. Only then was he "reborn" and became a human being. The desolate mountain god.
The same goes for this little whitebait.
However, it was cut by himself.
"Are you still the River God now?" Mo Hua asked.
Little Silver Fish nodded her little head, "The little god still has some authority as the river god, but most of the magical powers and the memory of the god have been cut off..."
"Beheaded?" Mo Hua was slightly startled, and then asked: "Do you still remember what happened before? The supernatural powers of the gods, and the evil god who polluted you."
Little Silver Fish shook his head, "After being beheaded, most of them don't remember it."
"All right……"
The ink painting is a bit of a pity.
He still wanted to know how the evil god became transformed, and how the god could develop magical powers.
He was particularly impressed by the River God's magical power of blood and sea.
Now it seems that there is no chance.
Gods are born according to the Tao.
This Tao seems to include part of ability and part of memory. The two complement each other and are innate.
But if it is beheaded, it will also be lost.
Mo Hua thought silently in his heart.
The little silver fish suddenly felt a little ashamed and whispered: "My benefactor, please forgive me. The little god stole my benefactor's incense..."
"It's okay, you can eat." Mo Hua said generously.
He couldn't eat it himself anyway.
"However, since you have received the incense and the karma, you must keep this fishing village safe."
"Don't worry about greedy people, and don't force things you can't do, but don't be lazy about things you can do."
"Also, don't go down the wrong path again..."
Mo Hua warned.
The little whitebait got Mo Hua's approval, wagging its tail happily and nodding:
"Thank you so much, my benefactor. The little god will definitely remember your benefactor's teachings!"
Mo Hua nodded.
"Okay, it's time for me to go."
Little Silver Fish said respectfully: "My dear friend, please go slowly."
Mo Hua glanced at the little immortal's shrine again, then turned and left.
When the little silver fish saw Mo Hua gone, she quietly hid in the shrine, hiding behind the majestic little fairy statue, and ate the incense from Mo Hua peacefully.
Most gods, once they go astray and their sacred ways are destroyed, they will immediately die.
It's a blessing to be able to save one life.
Not to mention, after leaving a life behind, you can still have a shrine to live in, eat incense, and re-consolidate your divine status. This is an even greater kindness.
The little whitebait ate the incense and felt grateful.
…
Mo Hua didn't delay any longer and took the carriage directly back to Taixu Gate.
After returning to Taixumen, Mo Hua sent a letter to Gu Changhuai:
"Uncle Gu, is the Dragon Crossing the River still alive?"
After a while, Gu Changhuai replied:
"Alive."
Mo Hua: "Alive?"
Gu Changhuai: "...are you looking forward to his death?"
"No, I thought that since he had so many secrets and leaked a lot of information, he would definitely be killed in a Taoist prison. I didn't expect that his life was quite tough..." Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai: "I'm watching."
You will die when it's time to die, and there's no point in watching...
Mo Hua whispered in his heart.
But he didn't say it, otherwise he would definitely be resented by the petty Uncle Gu.
Gu Changhuai was a little wary, "Why did you suddenly ask about the Dragon Crossing the River?"
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and asked, "Uncle Gu, do you know about Baihua Valley?"
Gu Changhuai: "What's the matter?"
Mo Hua: "It's just that a senior sister committed suicide."
Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.
Could it be that this kid has long ears? How come he can find out about everything...
Gu Changhuai said "hmm".
Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Uncle Gu, you actually know?"
Gu Changhuai emphasized, "I am Daoting Si Dian Si."
"Isn't it being ignored?"
Gu Changhuai hesitated and said angrily: "It's Dianji who was ignored!"
Mo Hua then asked: "Then you went to Baihua Valley to check?"
"No..." Gu Changhuai said, "Men are not allowed to enter Baihua Valley, and neither are people from Daotingsi."
Mo Hua: "Then Dao Tingsi just doesn't care?"
Gu Changhuai: "I will take care of it."
Mo Hua was puzzled, "Didn't it say that men are not allowed to enter?"
Gu Changhuai couldn't help but asked: "Is there a possibility that Daotingsi also has a female Diansi?"
Mo Hua was shocked, "There is also a female Diansi? Who is it?"
Gu Changhuai: "You don't know him who was transferred from outside, and you wouldn't know even if he told me."
"Oh..." Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he asked, "Why did you suddenly recruit Nv Dian from outside..."
"Stop it!" Gu Changhuai said displeased, "Don't ask about this kind of thing. It's related to the personnel transfer of the Daoting Division. I won't tell you if I ask."
"Okay..." Mo Hua muttered.
Gu Changhuai said: "You haven't said yet, why did you suddenly ask about the Dragon Crossing the River? Is it related to the Baihua Valley?"
"Yes." Mo Hua said, "The senior sister who committed suicide in Baihua Valley is named Ye. She is from the Ye family in Yanshui City."
"As for the Ye family in Yanshui City, Mr. Ye was killed years ago."
"The person who killed Mr. Ye is the dragon crossing the river."
"And I suspect that there should be some relationship between the murdered Mr. Ye and the senior sister Ye who committed suicide."
Gu Changhuai didn't care much at first, but the more he listened, the more solemn his expression became.
He didn't expect that Mo Hua had investigated the relationship so deeply and figured it out so clearly.
With this ability, it will be more than enough to work as a pawnbroker in Daotingsi in the future...
"So, you want me to interrogate Guojiang Long and ask him why he wanted to kill Mr. Ye, and by the way, use Daotingsi's background to investigate Mr. Ye and the woman named Ye who committed suicide in Baihua Valley. Disciple, what’s the relationship?”
Mo Hua nodded and praised: "As expected of Uncle Gu, he is so smart."
Gu Changhuai: "..."
Mo Hua was a little worried again: "Uncle Gu, you have been ignored. Can you still check it now?"
Gu Changhuai snorted coldly, "Being ignored does not mean being dismissed. Just wait, I will tell you when there is news."
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
After that, there was no news about the messenger.
Gu Changhuai seemed to be busy.
I still have ink painting classes, so I can only wait patiently for news.
But after school, he has other things to be busy with.
Kushan and his party chatted with Mr. Huangshan for a while and gained a lot from the ink painting.
First of all, it was about the transformation of spiritual thoughts into swords. Through Huangshan Jun's description, Mo Hua got some inspiration.
When spiritual thoughts turn into swords, you may be able to give up the sword weapon and sword energy, and try to use your eyes to condense the sword intention.
The eyes are the doors and windows of spiritual consciousness, which can maximize the release of spiritual consciousness.
Maybe, through training, I can figure out a way to use my gaze to turn my spiritual thoughts into swords.
When no one was around, Mo Hua tried it.
Sure enough, they all failed.
No matter how much he winked, the sword light could not shine from his eyes.
Although he failed, Mo Hua was not discouraged.
No method can be achieved overnight.
The more powerful the sword technique is, the more it requires years of unremitting training before it can be used in the palace.
Mo Hua decided to take time to practice every day from now on.
Maybe one day, the sword light will be condensed in his eyes.
There is another thing that Mo Hua pays more attention to, and that is what Huangshan Jun said..."the transformation of spiritual thoughts into Taoism"!
I am walking the path of divine consciousness and enlightenment.
Mo Hua also always thought that he was realizing the Tao through divine consciousness.
But after chatting with Huangshan Jun, he suddenly realized that he might have embarked on a very strange path by accident.
His enlightenment of divine consciousness is likely to be very different from that of other Shinto monks, including the enlightenment of divine consciousness planned by his master.
Strictly speaking, his enlightenment of divine consciousness should be called "the transformation of divine consciousness."
It is the path of "Taoization of divine consciousness" that uses the spiritual consciousness of monks to transform gods into gods.
Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.
Master probably wouldn't have thought that while he was practicing Tian Yan Jue, Xie Hui was eating and drinking, and if he didn't pay attention, he would stray onto the path of the gods.
Mo Hua couldn't help but feel worried.
"Master is not here, and I have learned wrongly again. I don't know what will happen in the future..."
However, after careful consideration, Mo Hua discovered that he had learned more than just one thing.
If you have too many lice, you won’t be itchy. If you have too many debts, you won’t have to worry.
Anyway, after learning the Tianyan Jue, I could only go downstairs with my head covered, so there was no point in worrying.
Mo Hua felt relieved and threw all these worries away.
Take it one step at a time.
Cultivation is all about moving forward step by step and down-to-earth. No one knows where we will eventually reach.
Just keep firm in your Taoist heart and keep going down. There is no need to worry too much.
Mo Hua nodded.
After that, he practiced with peace of mind, and when he had time, he tried to use his eyes to release his spiritual thoughts and turn them into swords.
He has also been waiting for news from Gu Changhuai.
However, after a few days passed, there was still no news from Gu Changhuai.
Mo Hua couldn't help but frown.
If Uncle Gu couldn't find any clues, where should he start?
You can’t, sneak into Baihua Valley and check it out, right?
When he thought of this, Mo Hua's mind changed and he immediately shook his head.
"Probably, I can't get in..."
(End of chapter)