Chapter 918 The magic weapon of destiny
The next day, there was a practice class, and the story about the later stages of ink painting foundation building spread within the sect, causing a small "sensation" in an instant.
The dignified young senior brother of Taixu Sect, who ranks first in the formation formation, is the leader of the formation, and has thousands of disciples, can be regarded as having broken through to the late stage of foundation building just like his younger brothers.
This little senior who made an exception and was "recommended" to the later school year of foundation building, finally no longer has the worry of "repeating a grade".
From top to bottom, everyone in Taixu Sect breathed a sigh of relief.
Some of the sect elders I met along the way would smile at Mo Hua and express their congratulations.
Some of his junior brothers even specially held a banquet in the dining hall and treated Mo Hua to a big meal. Each of them gave some small gifts to show their appreciation.
"Congratulations, little senior brother, for success in the later stage of foundation building!"
Cheng Mo raised his glass and celebrated in unison with the others.
Mo Hua was a little moved, but also felt they were a bit too exaggerated.
It’s just the late stage of foundation building...
Mo Hua was a little confused and asked Cheng Mo, "Did you celebrate like this when you were in the later stages of foundation building?"
Cheng Mo shook his head, "No."
Mo Hua was stunned, "No?"
"Well," Cheng Mo said, "our breakthrough to the late stage of foundation building was mediocre and not worth mentioning. But little senior brother, you are different from us. It was too hard and strenuous for you to break through to the late stage of foundation building, so we have to Go out of your way to celebrate.”
If he hadn't known that Cheng Mo was a straightforward person and spoke straight to the point, Mo Hua would have thought that this kid was out to blame himself.
Everyone nearby also nodded at this time:
"It's not easy for my little brother to break through to the late stage of foundation building. It's worth celebrating."
"..."
Mo Hua had a subtle expression and finally sighed.
It was originally a very happy thing, but when everyone congratulated him like this, Mo Hua always felt "discriminated".
But no matter what, this was the wish of the junior brothers. Although he felt a little complicated, he still accepted it calmly.
In the next few days, Wen Renwan, elders Gu Hong and Gu Changhuai of the Gu family, Xia Diansi of the Xia family and other people who were familiar with Mo Hua also gave gifts to Mo Hua.
Wen Renwan even prepared a special banquet for Mo Hua to have a feast.
Because I didn't want to delay Mo Hua's practice, I didn't make a big fanfare. I just prepared a few of Mo Hua's favorite dishes in the restaurant in Taixu City.
Mo Hua ate happily.
After being so noisy for a few days, Mo Hua's heart began to calm down.
To break through the late stage of foundation building, we must consider the late stage of foundation building.
This is how spiritual cultivation is, one hurdle after another. After passing this hurdle, there will be many hurdles waiting for you in the future.
Don't be arrogant because of temporary achievements.
Don’t be impatient or slack because of your ambitious goals.
Be down-to-earth, step by step, and walk the right path.
Day after day, practice in a down-to-earth manner, and gain insights bit by bit, only then can you finally build a path to immortality.
It seems boring and long, but this is the real "shortcut".
Only those who have a Taoist heart as strong as a rock, have great perseverance, endure great hardships, and overcome many dangers can finally reach the end and achieve Taoism and become immortals.
Mo Hua calmed down and practiced hard, practicing swordsmanship and learning formations as usual.
But a few days later, he suddenly remembered something:
"Ancestor Dugu, why didn't you open the door and took me over to practice sword practice?"
Mo Hua frowned.
Previously, he had put a lot of effort into killing the corpses of gods and killing evil fetuses.
Afterwards, his physical body was damaged and he fell into a coma. He was taken care of by Elder Murong for a few days.
After the injury improved, he was busy refining the divine marrow, devouring divine thoughts, deciphering the mystery formation, and breaking through bottlenecks. He was too busy to care about anything else.
When he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that the seven-day period had already passed, and Patriarch Dugu had not found him yet.
"Ancestor, have you forgotten this?"
The ancestor is already very old. I don’t know how many years he has lived. It is normal for him to have bad memory occasionally and be unable to remember things.
Mo Hua waited patiently.
But after waiting for a few more days, two "seven-day periods" had passed, and there was still no movement from the disciple in the middle.
There was no crack in the void, no big skinny hands, nothing.
"Ancestor... doesn't want to teach me anymore? Or is something happened to him?" Mo Hua frowned slightly.
He stretched out his finger and drew it in the air.
What a pity.
He just built the foundation, but he couldn't tear open the cracks in the void.
He couldn't go to the back mountain, couldn't see Ancestor Dugu, and couldn't ask him what happened.
Mo Hua was worried about this.
He feels that his ancestor has been kind to him by "preaching and teaching". Now that his ancestor's situation is uncertain, he should do something for him.
Therefore, during the day, Mo Hua sneaked away to the back hill while no one was paying attention.
But the back mountain is a forbidden area, and of course it is impossible for him to sneak in.
He didn't even reach the back mountain before he was caught by the elders of the inner mountain.
Logically speaking, outer disciples who enter the inner mountain without permission will also be punished. However, Mo Hua's situation is special. Who doesn't know the legend of his "ancestor's grandson", let alone his identity as the leader of the formation. The elders of the inner mountain also Just turn a blind eye.
"Uchiyama can't wander around. If you go back early, I'll pretend you didn't see him, otherwise I won't be able to explain..." Elder Uchiyama was still very kind.
"Yeah, I'm just lost." Mo Hua said.
He is very easy to make excuses.
After leaving the sight of the elders in the inner mountain, Mo Hua looked around again, but could not find the road leading to the back mountain at all.
No matter how familiar he was with the Taixu Sect, he was only limited to the Outer Mountain Outer Sect.
The inner mountain where the inner gate is located, including the inaccessible back mountain, is not within the scope of his "exploration".
After turning around for a few times, he found nothing, so Mo Hua had no choice but to go back.
If he continues to turn around and is caught by Elder Uchiyama again, it will be really difficult for him to explain.
The elder is not a fool. Turning a blind eye once is enough. If he goes too far, it will be a bit offensive.
Mo Hua sighed, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.
The ancient and vast Taixu Mountain is like a blue dragon, dormant at the border of Qianxue Prefecture.
The outer mountains stretch like a dragon's tail, but the back mountains are the real source of the mountains and the real "dragon head".
It's just that this dragon's head towers into the clouds, hidden in the deep clouds and mist. It looks mysterious and unpredictable, and it's extremely cold at high places.
Divine consciousness cannot perceive anything, not even cause and effect can be deduced.
Mo Hua had no idea where the Sword Tomb was, nor where Patriarch Dugu was guarding it.
He had a vague feeling in his heart that there seemed to be some formation that blocked everything, not allowing outsiders to peep, and kept the most confidential things deep in the clouds and mist, on the top of the misty mountain.
"Taixumen may still hide many secrets..."
There is even a great danger hidden...
You have to be at a high enough level to be able to get in touch with it.
Mo Hua stopped and stared at the back mountain with a deep gaze. After an unknown amount of time, he silently turned around and left along the bluestone mountain road.
……
The disciple is in the middle.
Mo Hua sits alone.
Patriarch Dugu didn't respond, and no one gave him the "small stove" of kendo.
Mo Hua felt both regretful and worried.
But the back mountain is a forbidden area, and he has no way to enter except breaking through the void.
Even now it seems that the back mountain may have been banned and the space has been locked. Even if he can really break through the void, he probably won't be able to get in.
Mo Hua sighed.
"I hope that my ancestor will be lucky enough to see him again one day..."
Mo Hua wished silently in his heart.
After that, he could only put this matter aside for the time being and start thinking about his own cultivation.
After all, the first priority of a monk is practice.
As long as a monk does not die, he must practice.
A monk who does not practice life is worse than death.
"I am now in the late stage of foundation building. The next step is to get the golden elixir..."
"But I just broke through not long ago, and my cultivation is not strong enough. There is actually still a long way to go before I can achieve the true golden elixir."
"And the golden elixir is not that simple..."
Mo Hua thought about it and realized that there were still many things that needed to be done if he wanted to form an elixir.
He is taking the path of "spiritual consciousness and enlightenment", and what he has built is the spiritual foundation. Therefore, before his cultivation can break through the golden elixir, his spiritual consciousness must first form an elixir and reach the twenty lines.
In this way, once the cultivation level breaks through the golden elixir, the spiritual consciousness will be further multiplied, and even further qualitative changes will occur.
Before officially forming the elixir, the stronger the spiritual consciousness, the better.
Above the twenty lines, with each additional line, the foundation of one's spiritual thoughts becomes deeper.
But now, my consciousness is only a little short of the twenty-mark golden elixir.
However, this does not seem to be something that can be achieved through simple cultivation or "eating" evil spirits. It should require some opportunities, some enlightenment, or "eating" something special.
But how to do it specifically, I didn't have the opportunity, and the ink painting was a little unclear.
Forming a pill with spiritual consciousness requires an opportunity. On the contrary, there is another problem that is imminent, even urgent, to the point where he has to consider it now:
"Magic weapon!"
What is necessary to break through the golden elixir, is related to the life of the golden elixir monk, and even determines the combat power of the golden elixir realm monk to a certain extent - the natal magic weapon!
The matter of the natal magic weapon could be put off for a while before, but now Mo Hua is in the late stage of foundation building. The next step is to consider forming pills. There is really no time to put it off.
If I don't think of a way, if I continue to delay like this, I'm afraid there will be no hope of forming a pill for the rest of my life.
But the problem is that it's not that Mo Hua really wants to delay, but that he really has no choice.
After much thought, he couldn't think of anything he should choose as his "life magic weapon".
Mo Hua thought for a while, then sank his consciousness into the sea of consciousness, came to the Taoist monument, and asked in a low voice, just in case something happened:
"Are you willing to be my 'life magic weapon'?"
Dao Monument ignored him at all.
Mo Hua secretly glanced at the "Thunder Tribulation" on the Taoist stele. Before he could speak, he immediately gave up the idea of "transgressing".
Using Tribulation Thunder as a magic weapon, I'm afraid he will be chopped into ashes before the elixir can be formed.
What's more, the Tribulation Thunder is not a spiritual weapon, nor can it be used as a magic weapon.
Mo Hua exited the sea of consciousness again and took out the Taixu Bamboo Sword given to him by Patriarch Dugu.
This bamboo sword looks ordinary, but it contains the ancient sword spirit of Taixu Sect. It is the origin of the swordsmanship forged with the painstaking efforts of the Taixu Sect masters of all generations.
"Use this bamboo sword as your natal magic weapon?"
Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head.
"This is a gift from Patriarch Dugu... No, it was 'lent' to me..."
What it contains is the ultimate sword style of Taixu Sect. How can I refine it into a magic weapon privately?
What's more, he is not a pure swordsman.
In the world of spiritual thoughts, he relies on spiritual thoughts to transform into swords and spiritual thoughts to transform. His sword skills can be used for close combat and long-distance attacks, and may be unrivaled in power.
But in the real world, his orthodox sword cultivation methods are very weak.
He does have a unique skill "sword control", but this kind of sword control, once used, will explode a spiritual sword.
He can't blow up his own magic weapon...
"No..." Mo Hua shook his head.
"The sword can't work, then..."
Mo Hua rummaged through his storage bag and took out a copper coin.
This is the copper coin given to him by his master. Before entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he used it to judge good and bad luck.
"Copper coin magic weapon?"
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then shook his head, "Can't kill, can't defend, can only tell fortunes, just like a 'fortune teller', what does this look like..."
You can't fight with other golden elixirs or kill with swords and magic weapons.
Fight by yourself, take out the copper coin of your life, and make a fortune first...
"If you want to calculate, you must do it secretly. You can't do it blatantly. Use this as a magic weapon..."
Mo Hua rummaged through the storage bag again, and there were some spiritual treasures in it, but this was not good, that was not good, he picked them over and over, but nothing worked.
He had no choice but to find someone to ask for advice.
Anyway, when he entered Qianxue State, he came to practice Taoism and study. If he knew everything, he would not worship the sect.
Mo Hua first asked around his fellow juniors.
But he learned that these young juniors of his, whatever skills they practiced, what Taoist techniques they learned, and even what inherited spiritual weapons they raised, what natal magic weapons they forged, and what kind of golden elixirs they forged, were all members of the family, elders, and parents. It's been arranged.
All roads have been paved long ago.
They don't have to worry about anything, just follow the path and move forward step by step.
Ink painting is a casual practice, let alone golden elixir. Once upon a time, foundation building was a luxury.
There is nothing we can learn from the experience of these juniors who come from "aristocratic families".
Mo Hua went to seek advice from Elder Xi again.
The teaching elder has been teaching and teaching for many years and has profound knowledge of Taoism, but he gave Mo Hua a lot of advice.
The ink painting itself has a special status, and its behavior is also lovable.
The teachers and elders in the sect, both in public and private matters, will do their best for him and give sincere advice, for fear that Mo Hua will suffer a loss in the matter of his natal magic weapon.
Some elders even reluctantly revealed some of their private inheritance methods.
But there are too many suggestions, and the ink painting is a bit overwhelming.
And the problem is that these suggestions are all based on the inheritance of profound family heritage and rich monastic resources, which is time-consuming, spiritual material, and spiritual stone.
The power of the final natal magic weapon is only comparable to that of a direct descendant of an ordinary aristocratic family.
Of course, this is actually quite remarkable.
After all, the starting point of ink painting is too low. Now it is enough to make a magic weapon comparable to the direct descendants of the aristocratic family. It is enough to show the profound foundation of Taixu Sect's preaching.
Logically speaking, a natal magic weapon at the level of a direct descendant of an aristocratic family is considered a "luxury" for Mo Hua.
He is a casual cultivator who can overcome many barriers to cultivation. Now, like the direct descendants of the aristocratic family, he has forged a superior natal magic weapon, which can be regarded as "reaching the sky in one step".
Greed is not a good thing, don't expect too much.
But the problem is that the cost of this method of casting a "natal magic weapon" is too high.
Moreover, because he was just improvising and was already in the late stage of foundation building, he started cultivating the natal magic weapon. Without the long "warming and cultivation" process, the consumption of casting the natal magic weapon was higher.
It would be okay if he stayed in Taixu Sect.
With the support of the sect and the ancestors, he can spend time and resources to keep his "life magic weapon" safe and sound.
But Mo Hua knew his situation.
He can't stay in Taixumen forever.
He practiced in Taixu Sect to study, to practice Taoism, and to make up for his shortcomings of being a casual cultivator, lacking a Taoist vision, having no Taoist connections, and lacking a complete Taoist inheritance.
He can't stay here forever, he has more important things to do.
There is still a master to save.
One day, not even long before, he will leave Taixu Sect.
Once he leaves Taixu Sect and enters Kyushu alone, he will be in a precarious and dangerous environment. There will be no stable environment and sufficient resources for him to maintain his natal magic weapon.
Moreover, the natal magic weapons passed down by these aristocratic families are all prepared for geniuses with high-grade or even high-grade spiritual roots. They do not fit well with Mo Hua's roots and his cultivation methods.
Mo Hua was helpless and finally asked Mr. Xun for advice.
Old Mr.
"I have also considered this issue, but there has been no good solution, so I didn't mention it to you."
Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting and said with some regret:
"To tell you the truth, you have already passed the optimal age for nourishing your natal magic weapon. No matter what you choose at this time, it is unlikely that it will be satisfactory..."
"I understand." Mo Hua nodded.
"Then what do you want to ask?"
Mo Hua then asked for advice: "Old sir, which direction is better for my natal magic weapon? Is it an offensive magic weapon with a sword, a defensive magic weapon like a golden bell and an iron cloth shirt, or is it a magic weapon for hiding, reconnaissance, and escaping?" ”
Mr. Xun thought for a moment and said:
"You are a formation master. As long as you know the formations, you can know them all. In fact, you are not suitable for such a single-function magic weapon, especially a sword-type killing magic weapon."
"The life magic weapon and the monk's life are in harmony, and both will be damaged. The physical body is inherently fragile, and it is unwise to 'hard-fight' with people using magic weapons such as swords and swords. If the fight fails, the backlash will be severe."
"A few formation masters will also be able to warm up a little, increase the speed of drawing formations, or improve the level of drawing formations, formation disks, or magic weapons such as formation pens."
"But the inheritance of this kind of magic weapon is very unpopular, and the increase is minimal. You already have a deep knowledge of formations and you can draw quickly. This kind of increase is dispensable for you."
Old Mr.
"To make up?" Mo Hua was startled.
"Yes, the natal magic weapon is one with your life. You can use the natal magic weapon to make up for your own shortcomings." Mr. Xun nodded.
"What to make up for?" Mo Hua asked.
"Your biggest problem..." Mr. Xun muttered, "is that your body is weak and your spiritual power is weak."
"So the first choice is the magic weapon to replenish spiritual power."
"The second choice is a magic weapon to strengthen the body."
"If it doesn't work, just learn from most formation masters and practice a magic weapon that can hide, escape, or protect one's life or escape."
The ink painting pondered, "Replenish spiritual power, strengthen the body, and escape..."
Mr. Xun nodded slightly, "But you have to choose what to cast. I can't make the decision for you."
Mr. Xun knows the real "background" of ink painting and also knows part of the cause and effect on him.
But he is not particularly clear about the inheritance path of ink painting, especially those related to that person and that sect, which often cannot be judged according to common sense.
Mr. Xun was afraid that his good intentions would lead to bad things and lead Mo Hua on a wrong path, so he could only give suggestions.
Specifically, it is up to Mo Hua to make his own decision based on his own weird inheritance, either visible or invisible.
Mo Hua nodded, "Thank you, old gentleman, for your advice. I understand."
"Well," Mr. Xun nodded, thought for a moment, and then said, "If you need anything, just ask. If you need any 'embryos,' also tell me. I will go to the Taixumen warehouse to look through it to see if there is anything suitable for it. …”
Mr. Xun devoted himself to ink painting.
Mo Hua said gratefully: "Thank you, old gentleman!"
Old Mr.
"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded.
After bidding farewell to Mr. Xun, Mo Hua returned to his disciple's residence.
Combined with Mr. Xun's suggestion, he looked for some monastic books, such as a complete list of monks' magic weapons, introduction to magic weapons, golden elixirs starting from natal magic weapons... and so on.
But the more I looked at it, the more I felt dazzled and it was difficult to make a choice.
Mo Hua couldn't help but struggle:
"What is the best choice for your natal magic weapon?"
(End of chapter)