Chapter 295: Evil Thoughts

Latest website: www.mhtxs.ccAfter eating, Mo Hua drew array methods for a while, then lay in bed with closed eyes to restore his spirit, waiting until the hour of Zi arrived to enter the sea of consciousness.

In the sea of consciousness, the illusory Dao Monument appeared.

Mo Hua carefully examined the Dao Monument, discovering no abnormalities; it was the same as usual.

Mo Hua was somewhat disappointed.

He had thought that since he had eaten the green-faced little ghost and refined its divine thought, and his divine sense had advanced to Foundation Establishment, this Dao Monument would change, producing some mysterious variations.

But now, looking at it, he realized he had thought too much.

The Dao Monument was illusory, ancient and simple, profound and silent, like the Great Dao itself, eternal through ancient times.

Mo Hua silently stared at the Dao Monument.

This Dao Monument in his sea of consciousness had accompanied Mo Hua for over ten years. Originally, he was very familiar with it, but now, looking at it again, he felt it was profoundly unfathomable, as if hiding many unknowable causes and effects.

"I wonder, wait until my realm is higher, my divine sense is stronger, or my cultivation experience is broader, if I can clarify the secrets hidden in the Dao Monument?"

Mo Hua pondered in his heart.

Afterward, Mo Hua put aside his distracting thoughts and, as usual, practiced array methods on the Dao Monument.

Cultivation emphasizes daily accumulation, and array methods also emphasize persistence.

Everything requires continuous effort and persistent practice; nothing can be achieved in one go, nor can one be eager for quick success.

Even now that Mo Hua's divine sense was very strong, he still needed to practice array methods step by step, grinding and consolidating them repeatedly.

Mo Hua used his finger as a pen, drawing complex and profound array patterns on the Dao Monument.

These were profound array patterns that ordinary first-grade array masters were fundamentally unable to learn. These profound array patterns constituted the array, which was the first-grade ten-pattern Reverse Spirit Array.

This was also the most difficult array method Mo Hua had currently learned.

For the current Mo Hua, only this array method was worth spending more time practicing.

After all, his divine sense had already reached Foundation Establishment. Ordinary first-grade array methods didn't offer much deeper comprehension, nor could they hone his divine sense. Drawing them felt like drinking water, easy, relaxed, and tasteless.

Of course, these words Mo Hua only thought in his heart. If he said them out loud, he would definitely invite hatred.

Mo Hua concentratedly practiced the Reverse Spirit Array.

But as he practiced, Mo Hua discovered something was not right.

Every time he consumed his divine sense, some remnants would occasionally appear in his sea of consciousness.

In these remnants, there were Daoist temples hidden in green mountains, Daoist children who were sometimes naive and sometimes evil, Daoists who were sometimes immortal-like and sometimes greedy-looking, and various cultivators harboring ill intentions...

Mo Hua's state of mind also changed frequently.

Sometimes pure, sometimes irritable, sometimes depressed, sometimes violent, and even more, he developed a craving for human flesh.

Mo Hua quickly sat in meditation to contemplate and discard distracting thoughts.

After a moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes, frowning.

"Is it that the divine thought of the previous green-faced little ghost wasn't purified completely, and so many evil thoughts still remain?"

He again thought of what Mister Zhuang had said, that visualization diagrams are perilous and unpredictable, and the visualized divine sense might be some "non-human" existences...

If this were true, perhaps the aftereffects of "eating" the little ghost were more dangerous than he had imagined.

"Tomorrow I'll go ask Mister Zhuang."

Since evil thoughts remained, it was not good to use his divine sense to practice array methods again.

Otherwise, the remaining evil thoughts would subtly pollute his sea of consciousness, thereby leading him astray, or even into the wrong path.

Mo Hua then continued to sit in meditation and contemplate, reflecting on himself, overcoming evil thoughts, and guarding his original heart.

At the hour of Mao, at daybreak, Mo Hua sat cross-legged, his body draped in the morning sun, cultivating as usual.

After cultivating, his spiritual power was a bit more abundant. Mo Hua ate the breakfast his mother made, and brought some wine and meat, then went to Zuowang Residence to visit Mister Zhuang.

Mo Hua hadn't visited the Mister for several days.

In the mountain residence, the scenery was as always, serene and leisurely, looking at it made people's hearts calm and peaceful.

It was still early, and Mister Zhuang was still dozing.

Mo Hua secretly glanced towards the room, seeing that the Mister was indeed still leisurely lying on the bamboo chair, with closed eyes to restore his spirit, his mind wandering. He then didn't think to disturb the Mister.

Mo Hua, as usual, sat on the outdoor steps, found an array book, and placed it on his knee, quietly reading.

Above him was brilliant golden sunlight, and facing him was emerald-like mountain scenery.

Mo Hua read the book while looking at the scenery, feeling that the evil thoughts in his heart suddenly disappeared, and his mood became much more leisurely.

As he looked, Mo Hua suddenly discovered movement in the room. He turned his head and saw that Mister Zhuang, at some unknown time, had actually stood up, his expression serious as he looked at Mo Hua.

"Who are you?"

Mister Zhuang asked, his tone slightly cold.

Mo Hua was startled, scratched his head, "Mister, I am Mo Hua..."

Mister Zhuang looked at Mo Hua for a few moments, his tone slightly eased, and asked: "Your divine sense, where did it come from?"

"I saw a visualization diagram."

It's actually a visualization diagram...

Mister Zhuang nodded slightly, "Then?"

"In the diagram there was a little ghost, it jumped into my sea of consciousness, I just ate it..."

Mo Hua was concise and to the point.

Mister Zhuang, who was always calm as a cloud and whose color did not change even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, also couldn't help showing a shocked expression, "Ate?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Ate."

Mister Zhuang's mouth twitched, "How did you eat it?"

"It wanted to eat me, I didn't let it, so I used an array method to injure it, it turned into several wisps of green smoke, I swallowed them into my belly..."

Mo Hua roughly described the process, only not mentioning the Dao Monument.

Actually, it was the Dao Monument's aura that burned the green-faced little ghost into green smoke.

"Your divine sense can manifest?" Mister Zhuang asked.

"Um." Mo Hua nodded.

Mo Hua learned from the green-faced little ghost that the appearance of one's own manifested divine thought in the sea of consciousness is called divine sense manifestation.

Mo Hua's divine sense could manifest from a young age, and he still thought this was a commonplace matter, but seeing that little ghost's expression, he then knew that not all cultivators could manifest their own divine sense in their sea of consciousness.

At this time, Mister Zhuang's expression was not surprised. It seemed that although he hadn't asked before, he should have already guessed that Mo Hua's divine sense could manifest.

Mister Zhuang again said: "You ate the little ghost, refined it, so your divine sense suddenly surged?"

Mo Hua nodded, thinking in his heart that Mister Zhuang was indeed capable. Mo Hua had only said a few words, and Mister Zhuang had already guessed seven or eight parts of the matter's ins and outs.

Mister Zhuang stood in place, his expression complex. He wanted to speak several times but stopped, finally slowly confirming:

"So you now, divine sense has already reached Foundation Establishment?"

"Yes, Mister!" Mo Hua smiled shyly, his eyes bright and sparkling, a bit proud.

Mister Zhuang sighed, then slowly sat back down, his expression restoring its leisureliness, only his heart was clearly not as calm as his surface.

These days, Mo Hua hadn't come to find him. He had thought he had gone somewhere to play and temporarily forgotten the time. He hadn't expected that in just a few days' effort, Mo Hua's divine sense had already reached Foundation Establishment.

"Too fast..." Mister Zhuang silently said in his heart.

Although it is said that all things are forewarned is forearmed, without prejudgment is wasteful.

But Mo Hua's divine sense had grown so fast that it was fundamentally hard to predict. As a result, all the preparations and plans he had made before had to be overturned and redone...

Mo Hua saw that Mister Zhuang seemed somewhat distracted, and then asked about the worry in his heart:

"Mister, I ate the little ghost from the visualization diagram. In my sea of consciousness, there seem to be its memories, and occasionally many illusions will arise, producing various distracting thoughts. Will this be dangerous?"

"This..." Mister Zhuang's gaze deepened, "It's hard to say."

Mo Hua didn't expect the well-informed Mister Zhuang to have such a vague answer. He couldn't help but ask:

"Why is it hard to say?"

"Because no one has ever done this before..."

Mo Hua was startled, "No one has ever eaten a little ghost?"

"Yes." Mister Zhuang looked at Mo Hua, his expression somewhat complex, "Generally, they are eaten by little ghosts. You are the first to have eaten a little ghost..."