MTL - Asking About Longevity

Chapter 671 Bottleneck

 In Taixu Gate, the disciples live.

 The second floor of the dining building, private room.

 Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and others are treating Mo Hua to a feast.

 Out the window, there are green mountains and green water, surrounded by clouds and mist.

 Indoor spiritual fruit and wine, delicacies and delicious food.

This meal cost a lot of spirit stones, but Cheng Mo and others were all descendants of aristocratic families and there was no shortage of spirit stones, so Mo Hua could eat with peace of mind.

Xiao Yu'er also sat next to Mo Hua and ate and drank together.

 The dishes on the table are all Mo Hua's favorites.

Even if I don’t like to eat it, Mo Hua still likes it because it’s so expensive.

There are especially many chicken legs on the plate, as well as golden pheasant, grouse, cloud pheasant and other kinds of spiritual chickens...

This is not like what a small formation master would do at all...

 Because of these meritorious deeds, the account was quickly received.

Moreover, after killing so many traffickers and saving many people, three hundred points of merit are not too much.

These feats are indeed "exceptional", and this is very clear in the ink painting.

 The abducted monk was also rescued.

 Why is he so young at hiding, investigating, setting up ambushes, fighting, and assassinating?

Situ Jian then apologized slightly: "If it's inconvenient, there's no need to say it."

It's just that Daotingsi has always been stingy, so it would be nice to have him.

More than twenty traffickers in black died, and apparently only the leader in black "escaped".

 Because they are not descendants of a local family in Qianzhou, once they are trafficked, it is very difficult to trace them, and most of them go unnoticed.

 Getting these 300 points is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Xiao Yu'er also learned to paint with ink, holding the chicken drumsticks in her little hands and chewing them happily.

These people are all from the same sect, and after experiencing the battle with the traffickers in black, they have "lived and died together", so the atmosphere at the table was very good, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

In addition, we made an exception and transferred 300 points of merit to each of them.

 Going out to do an initial foundation-building task, divided equally, each person only gets a few dozen points, and occasionally even only a dozen points.

 But it is lucky that these children can be rescued.

 These were specially "offered" by Cheng Mo and Situ Jian to their junior senior brother.

Cheng Mo and the other five would like to take this feast to express their gratitude for Mo Hua’s “life-saving” grace.

 You can earn a few points just by looking at the gates and sweeping the streets.

 But Cheng Mo and others are different.

 So Daotingsi gave them some spiritual stones as rewards.

 A group of people lively and lively.

 It's just that they are not families from Qianzhou, but some small and medium-sized families from outside Qianzhou and in various state boundaries.

As for the contribution that Uncle Gu had promised him, including the siege of the Devil's Cave and the killing of the Fire Buddha, it was still "going through the process" at the Daoting Department, and it got stuck somewhere. So far, not even a shadow has been seen.

Although he is indeed curious, there are always some secrets in monks' practice that they don't want others to know.

 Merits are good things that cannot be bought even with spiritual stones.

These monks who were trafficked were not very old, most of them were between ten and fifteen years old. Their spiritual roots were all of the highest grade, and they were all children of their families.

After eating for a while, Situ Jian still couldn’t hold it back and asked curiously:

 “Ink painting...what did you do before?”

Cheng Mo and the others all had crooked smiles on their faces, saying that they had to treat Mo Hua to a big meal.

Mo Hua had a chicken drumstick in each hand and enjoyed eating it.

 Three hundred points of merit!

Mo Hua was okay. Although he was very happy, he was not a novice disciple who had never seen any meritorious deeds.

During the dinner, Cheng Mo handed Mo Hua chicken legs, Situ Jian poured fruit wine to Mo Hua, Yang Qianjun and Yi Li toasted to Mo Hua, and Hao Xuan prepared the dishes.

At the same time, I am also grateful to Mo Hua. Although it was a bit of a coincidence, it was indeed a big success for them.

 He currently has more than a thousand meritorious deeds in his account.

Dao Tingsi did not reveal the names of Mo Hua and others, fearing that they would be noticed by other traffickers, but it is also true that they have made great achievements.

Even though the trafficker is dead now, he is completely unrecognizable and there is no evidence of his death.

What's more, Daotingsi also added another 20,000 spiritual stones, which is not satisfactory.

Mo Hua ate happily.

 They came to Qianxue Zhoujie in advance to seek the opportunity to join the sect.

 These children have never seen so many meritorious deeds.

Mo Hua was startled.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and felt that since everyone was from the same sect, they might be able to help each other in the future, so he could talk to them appropriately to save them from being curious every day.

 “I am a demon hunter!”

 Ink painting is straightforward and straightforward.

Cheng Mo and others looked at the white and tender ink painting, the appearance of the small arms and legs, and looked a little suspicious.

 He looks nothing like a monster hunter...

 “Really?” Yi Li asked curiously.

Mo Hua said displeasedly, "Of course it's true!"

His father is a monster hunter, so naturally he is too.

It's just that his physical body is weak. When hunting monsters, he can't rush up and fight like other monster hunters.

But physical fighting is also killing, and using traps and formations is also killing.

 If you can hunt monsters, you are naturally a monster hunter.

What's more, even the evil demon was hunted and killed by his disintegration formation. If he is not a demon hunter, who else is?

Mo Hua explained to them:

“Fighting in the flesh is just a byword. The basic principle of a monster hunter is to prepare for a rainy day and not fight an unprepared battle…”

"Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste."

“Whether you are hunting monsters or fighting with people, before fighting, you must have a plan, a plan, and patience. If there are traps, use traps. If you can ambush, ambush.”

“Be sure to be steady, ambush deep, and strike ruthlessly...”

 “This is what my father taught me...”

 The ink painting has a proud look on his face.

"oh…"

 Cheng Mo and others couldn't help but nodded when they saw that Mo Hua's words were clear and reasonable.

Although Yu'er didn't understand, she nodded along with admiration.

"Then..." Yang Qianjun was also a little curious, "How do you do such things as detecting, tracking, killing people... cough, eliminating demons and defending the law, and not alerting snakes?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and then simply said: "Uncle Gu taught me!"

Yang Qianjun was stunned, "Uncle Gu?"

Mo Hua said: "Daotingsi Gujia, a kind-hearted uncle Diansi from the Jindan realm, he taught me!"

Mo Hua sighed and said with some gratitude:

“He was afraid that I would suffer a loss in the sect and that I would be in danger while doing my mission, so he told me all about Daotingsi’s experience in tracking down criminal cultivators.”

“Uncle Gu taught me these things!”

 The ink painting was categorical and emphasized again.

“Daotingsi, Gujia, Jindanjingdiansi…”

Yang Qianjun and others all looked serious.

 They glanced at Yu'er who was following Mo Hua again, and nodded secretly.

This child named Yu'er who is following Mo Hua is a direct descendant of the Shangguan family.

The Shangguan family and the Gu family have close ties.

 Mo Hua has a good relationship with the Shangguan family, and it is reasonable to have friendship with the Gu family.

And the Gu family has served in the Daoting Department for generations and acted according to the laws of the Dao. Naturally, they are very familiar with tracking and apprehending murderers.

It is natural and reasonable to have an uncle who cares about his family to teach him this.

 Although the method is a bit "brutal".

 But if you don’t be more aggressive when dealing with demonic cultivators, others will be cruel to you.

It suddenly became clear to Yang Qianjun and others.

No wonder Mo Hua is so skilled at things like tracking, assassination, and entrapment even though he is an array master.

 It turned out that someone taught me...

 Some of the doubts and grudges in their hearts gradually disappeared.

A few people ate for a while, and the atmosphere became more harmonious.

Mo Hua ate and drank enough, lying down to eat, but he heard Cheng Mo and others muttering, discussing how to spend the three hundred points of merit.

Cheng Mo said he wanted to buy gold, soil and stones.

Situ Jian said he wanted to save some more to buy a special Fire Spirit Sword made by Taixu Sect.

Yang Qianjun and Yi Li said they wanted to buy some spiritual items to break through the bottleneck...

Mo Hua was a little confused and asked:

"You are all members of aristocratic families, right? Your clan won't give you the things you use for cultivation? Do you still need to buy them from the sect?"

Situ Jian and others were startled.

Cheng Mo said: "Aren't you the same... Oh, right, you're not..."

 He scratched his head and explained:

“No amount of cultivation resources is too much. Let’s not forget spiritual stones, such as spiritual objects needed for breakthroughs in martial arts and spiritual weapons needed for Taoism. The more the better.”

 “As you practice the exercises, each time you have more spiritual objects, your spiritual power will become stronger.”

“When casting spiritual weapons, every time the materials are more expensive, the quality will be higher.”

“The cultivation of the top disciples of aristocratic families requires a lot of resources to strive for excellence.”

“No matter how much the family gives, it is still limited. After all, there are so many disciples in the family. Unless you are really spiritually gifted, all the resources will not be available to just one person.”

“Especially for disciples with high-grade spiritual roots, practicing high-grade exercises requires a lot of spiritual stones and spiritual objects.”

“One or two is fine, but if there are more children, the precious spiritual things will not be enough…”

Situ Jian nodded and continued:

“Generally speaking, the resources provided by the clan to disciples will only be 70 to 80%.”

“These resources are enough for your practice, but not enough for you to ‘keep improving’…”

"If you want to hone a deep foundation, practice your skills to the extreme, refine a better spiritual weapon, or stand out among the geniuses, you must cultivate in the best direction and pursue perfection as much as possible... "

 “These all cost a lot of resources.”

"Oh..." Mo Hua sounded a little confused.

Situ Jian was afraid that the ink painting would not be understood, so he gave an example:

“Regardless of specific spiritual root restrictions, assuming full qualifications, one can cultivate one hundred weekly spiritual powers.”

"Generally, children from aristocratic families, relying on the family's support, can cultivate to 70 to 80% and gather the spiritual power of 70 or 80 Zhoutian, which is enough."    "But if you want to go further, cultivate to 90 or even 90 Zhoutian. If you have spiritual power above the sky, you need additional resources.”

“For more than ninety weeks of spiritual power, it is extremely difficult and expensive to cultivate every week.”

“Probably ninety to ninety-one, the spiritual stones and spiritual objects required for this spiritual power cycle are more than the resources you need to cultivate to the eighty cycle from the beginning.”

 “The more extreme it is, the more so it is.”

 “If you want to get ahead in the sect, you must try your best to keep improving and practice to the extreme and achieve perfection.”

“It’s just these additional monastic resources that you have to figure out on your own.”

“Your parents, grandparents, or direct ancestors, if they are of a high level and have a prominent position in the clan, they will take care of part of the problem for you.”

 “For the rest, you have to fight for it yourself in the sect.”

“This is the case with martial arts, some Taoist methods, spiritual weapons, etc., etc.…”

“And the merits of the sect, which can be used as ‘hard currency’ to exchange for various resources and inheritance, are naturally extremely scarce, and no amount of them will be enough…”

Mo Hua opened his mouth wide and was shocked.

 There has never been a moment when he felt that the gap between the rich and the poor among monks was so huge.

The cultivation of Tianjiao disciples is completely different from the cultivation of casual cultivators like him.

 He himself just makes do and makes do.

His spiritual power, according to this rule, let alone eighty weeks, sixty weeks is enough, let alone the "perfect" ninety or one hundred weeks...

 He cannot afford to cultivate at all.

 It’s really too expensive…

Even if he is sold... no, even if he is sold from this life to the next one hundred and eight lifetimes, he will not be able to repair it at all.

Mo Hua sighed, feeling a little depressed.

However, when he changed his mind, he remembered that he was a "divine consciousness enlightenment".

 His Dao foundation is not in flesh and blood and spiritual power, and his strength does not rely much on precious spiritual weapons, so there is no need to "roll up" like them.

 Otherwise, even if you roll yourself into a twist, you won’t be able to compare with them...

Mo Hua felt happy again inexplicably.

 But he was still a little confused, so he asked quietly:

“Is it really meaningful to spend such a high price to cultivate spiritual power for an extra day or two?”

"How could it be meaningless?" Cheng Mo sighed, "If you have one more spiritual power, you are stronger than others."

 “A little stronger is also stronger.”

“Besides, don’t underestimate this. Your skills are a little worse, your Tao skills are a little worse, your spiritual weapons are a little worse... You are a little bit worse at everything, and the total difference is a lot..."

“This is just the foundation. The further you go to the back, the greater the disparity becomes…”

“And there’s more…” Hao Xuan also quickly explained to Mo Hua, “The sect accepts disciples, and some Yuhua or Dongxu great masters accept disciples. In fact, they all depend on the number of days of spiritual power.”

“Spiritual roots indicate potential, but potential is just potential.”

“If you don’t have the resources and can’t cultivate enough spiritual power, it means you have wasted your potential.”

“So the better your spiritual roots, the better your skills, and the more spiritual power you cultivate, the better your future will be.”

 “These three are indispensable.”

 “The same goes for family marriages.”

"Even if you are a waste, stupid and stupid, and only know how to practice, if your spiritual roots are of the highest quality, your skills are of the highest quality, and you can cultivate more than ninety-five spiritual powers, the clan will value you."

Mo Hua didn’t understand, “I only know how to cultivate, so what does the family value?”

Hao Xuan blurted out, "It's time to breed..."

Situ Jian slapped him on the back to remind him not to talk nonsense.

Hao Xuan grimaced in pain, and then said sarcastically, "No, no, it's...marriage..."

 “Marriage?” Mo Hua was startled.

"Yeah." Hao Xuan nodded, "My mother secretly told me that the bigger the family, the more impersonal it is and the more utilitarian it is."

“Even if you are a waste, as long as you have good qualifications and a lot of spiritual power, our ancestors will not care and will choose a good marriage for you, just so that you can give birth to offspring with better qualifications.”

Hao Xuan sighed, "It's like raising pigs and breeding good pig seedlings..."

Situ Jian glared at him again.

Hao Xuan immediately covered his mouth and thought:

 It’s so suspenseful, I almost let it slip again…

Yi Li also sighed:

“So sometimes, I also feel that our ancestors, who are highly cultivated, don’t regard the disciples in the family as ‘human beings’…”

Hao Xuan said strangely: "Aren't your ancestors of the Yi family pretty good? I haven't heard of any forced marriage..."

Yi Li muttered: "I didn't mention my ancestors..."

 …

Mo Hua listened on the side and frowned.

When Yang Qianjun saw this, his thoughts changed slightly and he said: "Of course, this is Qianzhou, and we are very particular about these things..."

He knew that Mo Hua's spiritual qualifications were not very good, and that his spiritual power was all over the world, but he was also very...shabby. He was afraid that Mo Hua would be sad, so he comforted him:

"But our Yang family is less particular about these things..."

“Our Yang family is from the Taoist Army. Although we also pay attention to qualifications, we pay more attention to military merit. Whoever makes great contributions must be valued by the family.”

“On the contrary, if you have good talent but don’t dare to fight on the battlefield, you will still be looked down upon.”

Yang Qianjun looked at the ink painting and said warmly: "Mo Hua, next year during the annual vacation, why don't you come with me to visit the Yang family?"

Mo Hua was stunned.

At that moment, he seemed to feel that Yang Jiyong and Yang Jishan were both possessed by Yang Qianjun.

The Yang family’s blood seems to be engraved with the four words “drawing people into the fold”.

Cheng Mo was unhappy, "Yang Qianjun, don't talk nonsense. There is no family that doesn't value spiritual qualifications."

Yang Qianjun corrected: "It's not that I don't read it, it's just that I'm not that particular..."

Cheng Mo said stubbornly: "It still means the same thing. No matter what, it still depends on the spiritual power. A strong one is a strong one..."

Yang Qianjun shook his head and said: "That being said... but you can't defeat others with ninety weeks of spiritual power, but you can defeat others with one more day of spiritual power?"

"If others don't confront you head-on, and secretly ambush the killer, it will be useless no matter how much spiritual power you have."

"We are really on the battlefield, with butcher's knives facing each other, and the sky is full of spiritual energy. It's like a meat grinder. What's the use of your extra week or two of spiritual energy?"

"If death is really imminent, unless you are planted with a talisman of immortality, you will die if you have eighty weeks of spiritual power, you will die if you have ninety weeks of spiritual power, and you will die if you have full spiritual power of one hundred weeks."

“In my opinion, the Qianxue state has been peaceful for too long, so I like to waste a lot of monastic resources in such a meaningless place.”

“I spent so much on spiritual stones and spiritual objects, and cultivated the spiritual power of one or two weeks, but in the end I didn’t go to the battlefield to fight, didn’t eliminate the demon guards, didn’t resist the barbarians, and just stayed in Qianzhou to enjoy the blessings..."

Yang Qianjun was angry for a moment and couldn't stop talking.

Situ Jian also patted Yang Qianjun on the shoulder.

Yang Qianjun was startled, then sighed and said helplessly:

 “I made a mistake…”

Cheng Mo thought of the Yang family’s recent campaign in the Southern Wilderness, poured him a glass of wine, and consoled him:

"Practice hard first. You and I can't help you with the matter in Nanhuang now."

Yang Qianjun took the wine, drank it, and nodded.

 After that, everyone stopped talking about other things, and the atmosphere became more relaxed. They only talked about the sect, the mission, and some trivial things. After eating and drinking, they said goodbye and dispersed.

Mo Hua kept these words in his heart.

 The Yang family, in the southern wilderness, resisted the barbarians.

This barbarian tribe is not related to the so-called "Lord of the Wilderness".

But Southern Wasteland…

 Should it refer to the vast wilderness south of Lizhou?

 It seems very far away from Qianzhou...

Mo Hua shook his head.

These things seem to be far away from me, so I won’t consider them for the time being.

Mo Hua took Yu'er for a walk, ate some food, and then returned to his disciple's home.

He was lying on the bed and just wanted to take a rest, but when he remembered what Cheng Mo and the others said, he suddenly realized a problem:

 Breaking through the realm!

  Cheng Mo's Dao foundation is either blood energy or spiritual power. When breaking through the bottleneck, they need to consume a lot of spiritual materials.

 The more spiritual things, the better.

 So they should save more points and prepare early.

 I am practicing "Tian Yan Jue", so I don't need additional spiritual objects to break through the bottleneck, which is a good thing.

 But this does not mean that your bottleneck must be simple.

 The bottleneck of "Tian Yan Jue" lies in spiritual consciousness.

 The bottleneck of the Qi refining period is to proceed step by step, from shallow to deep, to solve the formation step by step, and finally to solve the mystery of the formation and break through the bottleneck of foundation building.

What will be the bottleneck in the realm of foundation building?

 Or Frelimo?

The mysterious formation has been solved, what else is left to solve?

 The second-level mystery formation?

Mo Hua frowned.

"possible…"

 Generally speaking, this seems to be the case.

 But he still had a doubt in his heart. Is the bottleneck of foundation building really just that simple?

 After all, my spiritual consciousness is already very strong.

With the qualitative transformation of the sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness, it should not be difficult to solve the second-level puzzle formation in the early stage of foundation building.

 But what if it’s not? What else will change?

Mo Hua frowned in thought.

“Breakthrough from Qi refining to foundation building…the reconstruction of the Sea of ​​Consciousness Sutra and the Mysterious Sky Formation, the compression of spiritual consciousness and the qualitative change…”

 “Qualitative change…”

Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat.

"The bottleneck shouldn't be...the 'qualitative change' of spiritual consciousness, right?"

“Requiring me to…make further ‘qualitative changes’ based on the reconstruction of my spiritual consciousness?”

How to achieve further qualitative changes?

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and the only way to achieve "qualitative change" at present... seems to be the same as before, by killing the goat's horns, killing the demons with the horns, and obtaining the pale gold 'divine marrow' to further 'deify' the consciousness...

 Wouldn’t this mean that…

Mo Hua thought for a while.

Ha

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

No way…

 In this world, there shouldn’t be such a world-famous Kung Fu...

 You need to "eat" God to break through?

 (End of this chapter)