MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 564 parting

Chapter 564 Farewell

　One story and one story?

Zhenren Situ thought he had seen it wrong and couldn't help blinking. When he looked again, the expression in the ink painting was as usual, he was still cute and cute, with a hint of confusion, and there was no other abnormality.

"What exactly is going on?"

Zhenren Situ was puzzled and murmured in his heart.

On the other side, Bai Qingcheng was also a little unbelievable.

  Dispel the demons planted in the heart of the Tao…

Senior Brother, is he merciful?

This is impossible…

Bai Qingcheng couldn't help but ask: "Mo Hua...are you okay?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Uncle Master, I'm fine."

 Everyone looked at each other, and then Master Yuhua asked tentatively: "Little brother, have you ever seen a Taoist with a strange aura?"

“I’ve seen it before,” Mo Hua said matter-of-factly.

Everyone was shocked, and then someone asked: "Where is that Taoist?"

 “Gone.” Mo Hua said.

Everyone was stunned, "Leaving?"

“Yes,” Mo Hua nodded, “Master taught me meditation. When evil thoughts enter the body, if you meditate calmly, you can restrain yourself, guard your mind, and suppress evil thoughts...”

 “I meditated for a while, Master…”

Mo Hua almost shouted "Uncle Master", but he held back and changed his words, "...that Taoist... saw that my Taoist heart was firm and impeccable, so he left..."

 A group of emerging monks, as if they were listening to a book from heaven.

 Is this what it means to be a demon born in the heart of the Tao?

 But the young monk in front of him had clean eyes and clear thoughts, and was obviously free from the control of evil thoughts.

 “Is it meditation…”

All the immortals were curious, could this also be Mr. Zhuang’s method?

They wanted to ask, but it was not easy to ask such a thing.

Zhenren Situ frowned.

Bai Qingcheng was even more stunned.

 Others don’t know, but she and Mr. Zhuang come from the same school. How could she not know what meditation is used for?

 Meditation is used to calm down and cultivate the mind and get rid of distracting thoughts.

 It can also restore consciousness.

  But if it is said that it can restrain oneself and guard one's mind, and drive away demons in one's mind, it is obviously nonsense...

Bai Qingcheng glanced at the ink painting.

Mo Hua’s small face is serious and serious. There is a trace of confusion in his “honest” eyes, and he doesn’t look like he is lying at all.

This made Bai Qingcheng have some self-doubt.

  Could it be that I didn’t study well or didn’t study correctly?

Is there any deeper knowledge about meditation?

Bai Qingcheng was a little confused.

But no matter what, the ink painting is safe and sound, which is a good thing.

 Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief.

They would not want to kill a teenage monk unless they had to.

What's more, this young monk's status is somewhat special.

However, they were still a little worried, fearing that Mo Hua's demonic thoughts were still dormant and the demon seeds were dormant, and his sanity would suddenly be eroded and he would go crazy, so they could only lock him in the room and observe him for a while.

A few days later, everything was normal in the ink painting, and there was no strange evil aura.

 Everyone was relieved and released the ink paintings.

Only Mr. Situ would look thoughtfully at the ink paintings occasionally, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

 He could never forget the look in his eyes that he saw in the ink painting in a trance that day.

The look in his eyes that is half clear, half weird, and yet perfectly natural is really weird.

 It’s better to be clear…

But this weirdness... the more I look at it, the more I look like a trickster...

He was always afraid that one day Mo Hua's consciousness would suddenly change, his pupils would turn black, and he would turn into a small "trickster"...

 Fortunately, after that, the expression of the ink painting was as usual, nothing out of the ordinary.

 Situ Zhenren felt relieved at this.

At this point, the matter of the deceitful man has been settled and comes to an end.

 The Mysterious Heaven Formation has been solved, and the bottleneck of Mo Painting Tian Yan Jue has been broken. He can consider formally building the foundation.

 It just takes a little time to prepare before building the foundation.

It is important to warm up the meridians and qi sea, buy some elixir for later use, and prepare the spirit stones. In particular, it is important to refine the remaining thoughts, completely refine it, and do not leave flaws, otherwise you do n’t worry about it.

 But the other monks had to leave first.

 A group of people emerged, including various families and sects in Daoting, as well as Bai Qingcheng.

 For ink painting, foundation building is a major event.

 But to other monks, especially these immortals, it is no matter how trivial it is.

 The established itinerary will not change.

No one cares about whether Mo Hua, a small Qi refining monk, can build a foundation...

 In the next few days, Master Yuhua left one after another.

 Three days later, Mr. Zhuang will also be sent to the Bai family.

Mo Hua put aside the matter of foundation building for the time being.

 He was afraid that he would never see his master again, so he stayed by Mr. Zhuang's side every day these days.

The master who was once as gentle as spring breeze and rain is now lying there as cold as ice.

Mo Hua felt very sad.

How he wished that his master could open his eyes, take another look at him, and talk to him, but unfortunately, all these were delusions.

 Sometimes when Mo Hua gets tired, he lies aside and sleeps.

The Changming lamp is dim, and the warm light is draped on his body, as if someone is comforting him, but it is a pity that the ink painting knows nothing about it.

That day, Mo Hua fell asleep, hazy, and heard someone talking.

 It is Situ Zhenren and Bai Shishu.

 Perhaps they thought Mo Hua was asleep, so they did not avoid Mo Hua.

 “…Can it be saved?”

 “It’s difficult…”

As soon as Mo Hua heard this old voice, he knew it was Zhenren Situ.

“…In addition to the severance of the heavenly secrets, my physical body has also… Alas, the sea of ​​​​qi has been shattered, the sea of ​​consciousness has dried up, the Taoist bones have been taken away, and the hard work has been incinerated by the sword qi. There is no way to make up for it…”

“Even in the future, if there are any unparalleled treasures of heaven and earth to supplement this body, it will only be the first step..."

 “Spiritual consciousness is the most troublesome...”

 “This involves heaven’s secrets, as well as cause and effect…”

Bai Qingcheng looked pale, "Is there really no chance..."

Zhenren Situ shook his head, "This kind of thing is the same as becoming an immortal..."

"Is there a chance to become an immortal? There is definitely a chance, but in this vast nine states, among all living beings, for tens of thousands of years, no one can become an immortal..."

"There is a chance, but it is too slim. This kind of chance is almost as good as none..."

Bai Qingcheng sighed.

Zhenren Situ hesitated for a moment and then tried to persuade him: "Let me tell you something, Zhenren Bai... you may not like to hear it..."

Bai Qingcheng was startled, "Senior, tell me..."

Zhenren Situ considered it carefully and said: "Now, Mr. Zhuang has just 'died'..."

Zhenren Situ paused for a moment when he said this, feeling that something was wrong.

 When we say "dead", there is still a glimmer of life, but when we say "not dead", it's actually almost like death...

 “Mr. Zhuang’s life is on the verge of death…”

Zhenren Situ changed his words, and then continued, "My heart is sad when I lose my senior brother, but this sadness is only temporary."

“You want to save Mr. Zhuang, but this intention is actually only temporary... As time goes by, your thoughts will fade away..."

Situ Zhenren sighed deeply like a stranger:

“A monk’s life span is long, and this fleeting time is enough to erase all regrets and pains. When a person is alive, he becomes numb, and there is nothing he can’t let go of..."

"So..." Master Situ sighed, "Master Bai, you should practice on your own and care about your own affairs. There is no need to force anything else..."

Bai Qingcheng was a little silent.

 She knew that Master Situ was right.

She had experienced regrets and pain in her life, and felt that she had no life left to live, but as long as she survived a few years and crossed that hurdle...

 As time goes by, the sorrow and setbacks of the past will fade away, just like healed scars. Although they are ugly, they will no longer hurt.

Just like senior brother...

She is heartbroken now, but as time goes by, she may become numb and forget...

Bai Qingcheng pursed her lips, "What if I have to save you?"

Zhenren Situ frowned and said, "That will be hard work..."

"Mr. Zhuang has too many causes and effects, too many enemies, and entangled interests..."

“How many people in this world want Mr. Zhuang to die? No matter whether it’s the Taoist court or the demon sect, I’m afraid no one wants to save him.”

"If you save him, there will be many obstacles."

"Resurrection from the dead... is very difficult. In addition to a large number of spiritual stones and spiritual objects, it also requires perseverance and perseverance. Along the way, there is suffering, pain, and constant hope and despair. It is difficult to persevere..."

"It takes an extremely tenacious Taoist heart to persist in not changing your original intention..."

 “And...it’s not enough.”

“The physical body was saved, but the secret was dead, and I still can’t survive..."

“There must be a heavenly secret formation that contains the path of life and death. Only then can it be possible to make up for Mr. Zhuang’s dead secrets and exchange for a glimmer of life..."

 “Stealing Yin and Yang, seizing nature, reversing life and death…”

“Such formations are extremely profound, extremely powerful, and extremely ancient. Most of them have been annihilated in ancient dojos or forbidden areas where monks have become extinct. Where can you find the formation map?”

“Even if we have the formation diagram, who can learn it?”

 “Can’t learn…”

“Even if you learn it, who has the ability to actually build it?”

Zhenren Situ frowned and sighed sincerely:

“People in the world often say that formations are broad and profound, but only people like us who have truly delved into the depths of formations know how profound and profound formations really are!”

 “Beyond the mountains there are mountains, and beyond the sky there is the sky.”

 “But outside the sky, there is still an unreachable heaven...”

“There are some formations in this world that are so profound and difficult that they are not even meant for ‘people’ to learn…”

 Situ Zhenren’s old face even showed a trace of despair.

 …

Bai Qingcheng also looked frightened, but she was silent for a moment, gritted her teeth and said stubbornly:

"I will not give up!"

 Situ Zhenren sighed and nodded. Regardless of whether he really won't give up or not, he has already said what he should say, so he won't say more.

But Mo Hua, who was lying on his side, heard everything.

 “Stealing Yin and Yang, seizing nature, reversing life and death…”

 He kept these words firmly in his heart.

As the sky grew brighter, Master Situ and his uncle left after discussing the matter.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

 He looked at Mr. Zhuang again, remembered the master's appearance in his heart, and made a decision secretly.

 “Master who others cannot save, I will save you!”

“I’ll learn the formations that others can’t learn!”

"Even if everyone in this world wants my master to die, I will let him live well and live well!"

Mo Hua has a serious face and a firm gaze, deeply engraving this oath in his heart.

 The rising sun shines its rays on the master and the disciple.

Mo Hua murmured:

 “Master, please sleep for a while first…”

 “When the time comes, I’ll call you again…”

 …

Three days later, Bai Qingcheng will leave.

She wants to take away Mr. Zhuang, who locks cause and effect, and who is on the line between life and death, and she also wants to bring Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi back to the Bai family.

Bai Zixi found Bai Qingcheng and said firmly:

“Mom, I want to bring my junior brother back to the Bai family…”

Bai Zisheng also nodded at the side, "Mom, please take the ink paintings back with you..."

Bai Qingcheng looked a little indifferent, "Why?"

Bai Zixi's eyes were complicated and her thoughts were unclear, so she said: "I promised Master that I will take good care of my junior brother..."

 “Yeah, yeah.” Bai Zisheng also nodded.

 They moved out of the master, and I thought my mother would give them face.

But Bai Qingcheng shook his head and said: "You take care of me, how do you take care of me?"

 Both of them were stunned.

Bai Qingcheng said: "When we get to Bai's house, if he encounters danger, who can protect him?"

 “You?”

"What can you do if you only refine your Qi? Even if you build a foundation, what can you do?"

"In the second-level cultivation world, foundation-building monks can call the wind and rain, but in the Bai family, who can protect only foundation-building monks?"

Bai Qingcheng looked at the two children and couldn't bear it, but still said bluntly:

"What's more, you are descendants of the Bai family, and you rely on the Bai family, not yourself. You want to protect him, but if one day in the future..."

 “Is the Bai family going to harm him?”

 “What should you do? What can you do?”

"Can you resist the family?"

 “With your cultivation, how can you resist the Bai family, a powerful family of ten thousand years?”

"If you can't resist, are you going to watch...your little junior brother die?"

Bai Qingcheng's words are cold and realistic.

Bai Zixi, both of them looked pale, lowered their heads, and clasped their hands tightly, but could not speak.

 They can’t protect anything…

 Whether it’s a master or a junior disciple…

Bai Qingcheng looked at the two children, his eyes a little painful, and his tone softened slightly:

“Monks, after all, they still have to rely on their own cultivation...”

"I know that you are from the same family, but bringing that child Mo Hua back to the Bai family is not helping him, but harming him..."

“The Bai family is too big, the cause and effect is too deep, and it is too complicated..."

Bai Zixi said in a trembling voice: "Mom, then..."

Bai Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, slowly reached out, touched Bai Zixi's head, and sighed:

 “Let’s go…”

“Forgetting this little junior brother of yours is the best way to protect him…”

 …

 Little senior brother and little senior sister are leaving.

 They will go to Liyuan City, take the Feitian Yundu, and leave the border of Dali Mountain.

 Ink painting to say goodbye.

This is his first time to Liyuan City, and it is also his first time to see Yundu.

Yundu is very big and gorgeous. When it stops at the ferry, it looks like a giant Kun riding on the wings of the sky. It is said that when it flies, it is like a big ship in the sea of ​​clouds. It is extremely fast and can cross state boundaries.

The principle of cloud crossing seems to be to use the flow of spiritual energy to rise on the clouds.

Mo Hua was very curious, but because parting was imminent, he felt a little depressed and had no intention of studying Yundu...

Bai Zisheng was afraid that Mo Hua would be unhappy, so he chattered a lot.

They are all famous places in Qianzhou, such as the monastic buildings that reach the sky, the ancient temples and temples, the Jianqi Waterfall hanging from the sky, the Baijia Ancient Pavilion, Sanqingling Mountain... and so on.

 Ink Painting listened with great interest.

Bai Zisheng also asked Mo Hua to go to Bai's house to play.

But I told him to go after his cultivation level is higher.

 There are many bad guys in the Bai family who might harm him...

Mo Hua gave Bai Zisheng a gift, which was a big dragon controlled by the Spiritual Pivot Formation. Compared with before, it was no longer a reptile.

The ink painting is equipped with two wings, which can be fluttered off the ground. Although it does not "fly" very high, it is much better than crawling on the ground.

 It would be a bit ugly if it has wings.

Mo Hua also promised, "After I learn the formations well, I will make you a dragon that can fly without wings!"

Bai Zisheng was very happy, and then asked Mo Hua:

“Have you learned the trick I taught you well?”

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "What trick?"

Bai Zisheng looked unhappy and said word by word: "Fei! Dragon! Here! Sky!"

Mo Hua thought of Bai Zisheng’s own technique of jumping into the sky, taking a stance, holding a spear, and descending from the sky...

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, "Well...can I not learn..."

 It’s just a mere flower display, of no use at all.

"No!" Bai Zisheng insisted: "This is a move I created myself. I only teach it to you. In the world, we are the only two seniors who know it! You must learn it hard!"

Mo Hua said helplessly: "Okay..."

Seeing Mo Hua agree, Bai Zisheng nodded with satisfaction. Then he thought of something and felt a little depressed.

“I originally wanted to go back to Tongxian City to meet Uncle Mo and Aunt Liu, but I can’t go now. Qianzhou is so far away, and I don’t know if there will be a chance in the future…”

 The food made by Aunt Liu is delicious.

Bai Zisheng misses the days when Tongxian City was carefree and full of delicious food and drinks.

Mo Hua comforted him, "There will be a chance."

 Bai Zisheng cheered up and nodded.

Mo Hua thought for a while and then asked: "Where is the young senior sister..."

 He didn’t see the little senior sister along the way...

Bai Zisheng was slightly startled and sighed, "She originally wanted you to go to Bai's house, but now, you can't go, so maybe she's a little embarrassed to see you..."

 What's so embarrassing about this...

Mo Hua whispered: "Is the young senior sister losing her temper?"

 Bai Zisheng thought for a while and nodded, "I guess so..."

 But he also knew that it probably wasn't the case.

Ever since hearing what her mother said, Zi Xi locked herself in the room and saw no one. She seemed to be afraid and felt uncomfortable when she saw Mo Hua again.

Bai Zisheng didn’t quite understand and shook his head.

 It’s normal to feel uncomfortable after separation.

 Because of this, I need to see more of you...

Bai Zisheng reluctantly chatted with Mo Hua for a long time, until someone urged him and the Yundu was about to leave. Then he said goodbye to Mo Hua and entered the ferry with three steps and two steps.

 “We really have to…separate…”

 Before walking into Yundu, Bai Zisheng's eyes suddenly became sore.

So many days and nights, every moment the three of us got along with each other, the laughter, the noise, all the noises, all came to mind...

Bai Zisheng tried his best to hold back his tears, and finally took a look at the ink painting, remembering his junior brother's appearance in his heart, and then he took a step into the huge cloud crossing.

Mo Hua stood at the ferry, feeling reluctant to leave, but still silently watching the young senior brother and the invisible young senior sister leave.

 In the cloud crossing.

Bai Zisheng knocked on Bai Zixi's door, "Aren't you going to see your junior brother?"

 There was silence in the room.

 “If you don’t go see me, it’s very likely that you’ll never see me again…”

 Through the door, there was still no response from inside.

Bai Zisheng shook his head helplessly, held the big dragon that his junior brother gave him in his arms, and turned around to leave.

Inside the room, Bai Zixi sat quietly, her dark eyelashes trembling, her beautiful eyes a little lonely.

 The clear sunlight shone in, and her cheeks were slightly pale, adding a bit of melancholic beauty to the originally cold and flawless face.

She sat quietly like this, not knowing what to think, and her mood was complicated and slightly chaotic.

 A moment later, Yundu's huge buzzing sound sounded.

Bai Zixi was suddenly startled. Bai Zisheng's words rang in her mind again:

 “It’s very likely that… we’ll never see each other again…”

Her heart trembled, she quickly stood up, walked out of the room, and came to the deck of Yundu.

 But at this time, Yundu has already set sail.

The sky is clear and clear, and the gorgeous and huge bodies of clouds rise through the clouds, turning up layers of cloud waves.

 When Bai Zixi looked again, the sea of ​​clouds was vast.

The small figure painted in ink has been obscured by the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and completely disappeared from her eyes...

  Can't be seen anymore...

Bai Zixi felt a pain in her chest, like a knife, and a tear as crystal clear as ice and snow slowly slid down her pale and flawless cheek...

The white clouds are like huge waves, and the cloud currents are like ocean currents. They carry the clouds across and sail far away in the wind, drifting farther and farther in the endless sea of ​​clouds...

The road is long, separated by seas of clouds.

This time we say goodbye, I don’t know when we will meet again.

 (End of this chapter)