Chapter 673: God Human Ghost

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Mo Painting was dumbfounded and couldn't help but murmur:

"It won't be, right..."

If you really need to "eat" a god to break through a realm, then can anyone truly succeed in cultivating this method?

Or is this just my own guess?

Mo Painting frowned.

Although this "Heaven Derivation Art" is an ancient cultivation method, it was given to me by a profound and unfathomable master, and its origin is mysterious and elusive, but no matter what, it shouldn't be truly so "perverted"...

Kill a god, devour the divine marrow, change the quality of the divine consciousness, and only then can you break through the cultivation realm.

If this were truly the case, it shouldn't be called "Heaven Derivation Art", but should be called "Devour God Art"...

Mo Painting silently complained in her heart.

"It shouldn't be..."

Mo Painting quietly exhaled, but on second thought, her heart tightened again.

What if?

What if you truly need to kill a god and eat a god, and divinize your divine consciousness, only then can you break through the bottleneck, break through the Foundation Building mid-stage, late-stage, and even finally form a core? Then won't I be finished?

Mo Painting furrowed her brows, and her small face became stern.

Evil gods are not that easy to kill...

The item "divine marrow" is even harder to come by than to seek.

Time is also very limited.

Now is the second year of entry.

The third year is when decisions are made regarding promotion and staying in grade.

Suppose you truly need to "eat" a god to break the realm. If you don't prepare well in advance now and don't "eat" enough "divine marrow".

By next year, everyone will have broken through the bottleneck and become Foundation Building mid-stage cultivators.

If I'm in a hurry and can't break through, I will definitely stay in grade.

And suppose I always can't "eat" divine marrow and my cultivation is always blocked by the "bottleneck", I'm afraid I'll be stuck in the Foundation Building early-stage realm for a lifetime and stay in grade for a lifetime...

Mo Painting was startled in her heart.

If I stay in grade once, I will go from being Cheng Mo's "little senior brother" to being their "little senior brother".

If I always can't break through, then I will always stay in grade and be a "little senior brother" for a lifetime?

Mo Painting's expression was serious.

No, absolutely not!

Even for the sake of Elder Xun, I will not be "expelled" by the Taixu Sect.

But being stuck in Foundation Building for a lifetime, not only would I lose face, but it would also make Elder Xun, who valued me, lose face.

Moreover, if I truly cannot break through the realm and rely only on Foundation Building cultivation, there are many things I will never be able to do in this life.

I still need to wait until my cultivation is high enough to learn the kind of array that Elder Situ mentioned, which can "reverse yin and yang, reverse life and death, and seize creation", to save my master!

Mo Painting's gaze was firm.

"I need to think of some methods in advance..."

When encountering things, you should consider the worst situation...

Suppose the Heaven Derivation Art truly requires "eating" a god to break through, then I must prepare early, prepare for a rainy day, use all means to "eat" enough "divine marrow" in advance!

This way, even if this cultivation method is truly "perverted", I won't be afraid at all!

Mo Painting nodded.

"Let's plan based on the possibility of 'eating' a god to break the realm..."

"But where can I find so many 'gods' for me to 'eat'?"

Mo Painting wrinkled her brows, feeling a bit confused in her heart.

Evil gods are not like cabbages.

You can't find them just because you want to find them, catch them just because you want to catch them, or "eat" them just because you want to "eat" them...

Moreover, even if you truly find, catch, and "eat" them, there will still be other troubles.

What exactly a god is, Mo Painting is still not very clear.

What is the difference between an evil god and an ordinary god?

What is the "dao" of a god?

What are the means of a god?

And also, after eating "divine marrow" and being assimilated by divine nature, it seems that my humanity will gradually be erased, I will forget my original intention, and I will no longer be myself...

If these problems are not clear, I definitely cannot rest assured and boldly go "eat" a god.

Mo Painting wrinkled her brows, pondered deeply for a long time, but still had no clue.

Up to now, she has only ten years of cultivation experience, and very little knowledge of cultivation related to "gods".

Since she couldn't figure it out, Mo Painting temporarily stopped thinking about it.

Early the next morning, after finishing her cultivation class, Mo Painting ran to the Taixu Sect's scripture pavilion, wanting to see if there were any cultivation records or inheritance classics related to "gods".

Reading books in the scripture pavilion also requires spending merit points.

Mo Painting is currently considered "rich", and her merit points are abundant, so she doesn't feel distressed about this little expense.

But she flipped through for a long time, still with no harvest.

Some cultivation classics only contain sparse records, with very general descriptions, mostly about which state boundary has what kind of god, who receives incense and fire and protects one side.

Or perhaps it's about how human hearts indulge in greed and faith becomes corrupt, causing originally protective gods to fall and become evil gods.

Or perhaps it's about how evil gods cause chaos, and powerful cultivators suppress and seal evil gods...

But these records are mostly "according to legend" and "rumors", and it's unclear whether they are true or false.

Not to mention there are inheritance classics involving the origin of gods, cultivating gods, "eating" gods...

And what the golden evil god's big eye said before, such as god fetus, dao-ification, divine marrow, eating sacrifices, and what god position, incense and fire, authority, and other "god knowledge" inheritance classics.

Mo Painting vaguely had a feeling.

Gods and humans seem to be two completely different kinds of cultivated beings.

"Should I ask Elder Xun, or the sect elders?"

Mo Painting considered for a while, then gave up.

I have "evil intentions" and an "unspeakable" purpose. It's better not to ask the elders about this taboo problem.

Since that's the case, there is only one method:

Ask Yellow Mountain Lord.

After all, among her "friends", Yellow Mountain Lord is the only one who is a "god".

Although he has fallen and is just a dilapidated little mountain god, a mountain god is still a god, and he must know more than I do.

Mo Painting made up her mind.

Several days later, on a rest day, Mo Painting specially prepared good wine, food, and offerings and went on a trip to Withered Mountain.

This time, it was a special visit, not just passing by.

In order not to "break her promise" and not to let Yellow Mountain Lord be "disappointed", Mo Painting still got up early, hired a faster carriage, and thought of going early and returning early to avoid delays due to temporary matters.

The carriage galloped, and several hours later, Mo Painting arrived at Withered Mountain.

Getting off the carriage, it was still the familiar rugged mountain road and the familiar steep stone steps.

The surrounding scenery was still the same as in her memory, quiet and desolate.

From afar, she could see Yellow Mountain Lord's broken temple.

A sense of affection arose spontaneously in Mo Painting's heart.

She stepped on the moss-covered stone steps, facing the sunrise, feeling joyful and light-footed, step by step, walking towards the broken temple.

The mountain wind was fresh, and the mountain scenery was as before.

Mo Painting hummed a song, walking all the way into the broken temple. Raising her head, she saw Yellow Mountain Lord sitting upright on the clay sculpture above, but his face didn't look very good.

He seemed to have been punished, with a helpless and lifeless expression.

Mo Painting raised her head, looked at the sky, and puzzledly said:

"Mountain Lord, the weather is so good today, why are you so unhappy?"

Yellow Mountain Lord resentfully looked at Mo Painting.

Isn't it because I know you're coming...

Yellow Mountain Lord sighed silently in his heart.

Ever since he had a premonition that a small calamity was about to strike again, his heart had been hanging, and he hadn't slept well for several nights...

He had this premonition for the past ten days.

But later, for some reason, it suddenly dissipated.

Yellow Mountain Lord still thought this child wouldn't come, and a heavy stone landed in his heart, making him extremely happy.

But he wasn't happy for long, as this premonition suddenly became strong again and seemed unavoidable.

Yellow Mountain Lord also resigned himself to fate, so early in the morning, he just sat dully in the clay sculpture, waiting in torment for the "noble guest" to arrive.

Mo Painting looked left and right and curiously said, "Why aren't you hiding in the small dog hole this time?"

Yellow Mountain Lord had a numb expression.

If hiding in the small dog hole was useful, I would have gone to hide long ago.

But the fact is, even hiding in the small dog hole, I can't hide from this child, and will still be "sniffed" out by her scent...

I'm just a self-deceiving "god".

Mo Painting saw that Yellow Mountain Lord was a bit unhappy and thought it was because there was no incense and worship, and no offerings to eat, so he was in a low mood.

It seems that not only fallen humans have no good days.

Fallen gods also have to live poor days.

Living at the bottom, whether god or human, seems to be similar.

Mo Painting felt a little sympathetic and immediately became happy in her heart: It's good that I came!

"I brought you something good to eat!"

From her storage bag, Mo Painting took out the prepared spirit wine, spirit fruit, and various steamed buns, pastries, and meat, placed them on the altar, and then looked at Yellow Mountain Lord eagerly.

As if saying, eat quickly.

In Yellow Mountain Lord's complex mood, a little bit of emotion was born.

Clearly, this child means big trouble...

He sighed, not wanting to... of course, not daring to disregard Mo Painting's good intentions, then tasted a mouthful of wine and ate several mouthfuls of chicken.

As soon as the meat entered his mouth, Yellow Mountain Lord's narrow eyes lit up.

Heaven knows how long it had been since he had eaten such delicious offerings.

It was truly fragrant!

Yellow Mountain Lord temporarily forgot his worries and forgot himself while eating.

Mo Painting nodded.

These offerings were specially prepared by Mo Painting.

Some dishes were even made by her personally, containing the goodwill of a young "half-god".

But Mo Painting didn't know this kind of thing.

Yellow Mountain Lord didn't even think about it at all.

He only felt that today's offerings were especially delicious, perhaps even the most delicious offerings he had eaten since he was killed by divine thought and fell into the broken temple.

Yellow Mountain Lord ate shaking his head and swaying his body, his eyes narrowed.

Mo Painting was also very happy to see this, lightly jumped onto the offering table, sat side by side with Yellow Mountain Lord, and then took out a roasted lamb leg from her storage bag to eat with Yellow Mountain Lord.

Mo Painting remembered that Yellow Mountain Lord didn't eat lamb, so she happily took this lamb leg for herself.

Genius, a word, emotion, novel, s23us

Yellow Mountain Lord stiffened involuntarily when he smelled the lamb.

He turned his head and saw Mo Painting gnawing on the lamb leg as if she didn't know anything, her small mouth covered in oil, and he couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

After a while, Yellow Mountain Lord sighed, drank a mouthful of wine, and continued to eat his own offerings.

The mountain forest was beautiful and clear, and the temple was quiet.

The bright sunlight shone down from the roof, scattering all over the ground.

Mo Painting and Yellow Mountain Lord sat side by side like this, quietly, one gnawing on a lamb leg, the other eating offerings.

After eating for a while, Yellow Mountain Lord suddenly said:

"You're here to see me...is there something you need?"

"Mhmm!" Mo Painting nodded, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and asked directly:

"Mountain Lord, what is the difference between gods and humans?"

"This..."

Yellow Mountain Lord was slightly startled and puzzledly said, "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm just curious."

Mo Painting blinked her eyes.

Yellow Mountain Lord silently curled his lips. He didn't believe that Mo Painting had come so far and brought good food and drink just out of "curiosity".

"Tell me!" Mo Painting gnawed another small mouthful of lamb leg.

Yellow Mountain Lord was about to prevaricate a bit, but his heart suddenly palpitated.

When Mo Painting said these words, her face was pure and cute, but inexplicably, she carried some majesty, making him actually a bit...

Dare not refuse.

Yellow Mountain Lord was shocked in his heart.

Has something happened to this child again?

Why would her words make me, a mountain god, subconsciously dare not refuse?!

Yellow Mountain Lord's expression changed, and his mood fluctuated uncertainly.

Mo Painting was a little strange and then asked:

"Mountain Lord, what's wrong?"

Yellow Mountain Lord was startled, then barely managed a smile and awkwardly said:

"No, nothing..."

"Oh." Mo Painting looked at Yellow Mountain Lord suspiciously and then asked again, "Then can you tell me? What exactly is a god? And what's the difference from a human?"

After Mo Painting asked, she originally thought Yellow Mountain Lord would prevaricate again for a while.

Unexpectedly, Yellow Mountain Lord seemed to tremble slightly, then deeply sighed and candidly said, "Okay, I'll tell you..."

"Mhmm, mmhmm."

Mo Painting immediately straightened her small body and listened attentively.

Yellow Mountain Lord looked at Mo Painting with a complex expression, then slowly sighed and said:

"So-called gods are also a type of heaven and earth's myriad spirits, only different from humans in that they do not rely on flesh and blood to exist, but are a kind of powerful, independent, pure divine thought body."

"But this doesn't mean that gods don't need a host."

"Just like humans, they have both flesh and blood and divine consciousness, and both are indispensable."

"When human cultivation reaches a certain degree, the divine soul can briefly leave the flesh, but both the flesh and the divine soul cannot be damaged or die."

"If divine consciousness dissipates, then the flesh is without a master. If the flesh does not exist, then divine consciousness perishes."

"Gods are roughly the same..."

"Different gods have different hosts. Some are mountain stones, some are riverbeds, but most gods' hosts are actually a kind of 'god image'..."

"'God image' is equivalent to the god's 'flesh'."

"But there are many kinds of god images. Some are natal god images, some are twin god images, some are preaching god images, and there are also heterodox external god images..."

"Preaching?" Mo Painting was puzzled.

Yellow Mountain Lord said, "If a god wants to become strong, they need to eat incense and fire and receive human faith. Naturally, they need to 'preach'..."

"The wider the preaching, the more believers, the deeper the power of wishes, and the stronger the god."

"When a god preaches, it is impossible to move the unique 'natal' god image. They can only divide themselves and host in the 'preaching' god images, and then scatter them in various states to let the people in each place provide incense and fire..."

Mo Painting suddenly understood, "So the 'god images' that are most visible between heaven and earth are all 'preaching' god images, and the divine thoughts divided by the host god are used by the god to eat incense and fire and accept offerings?"

"As for the 'natal god image', it's equivalent to the god's old capital and cannot be easily revealed?"

Yellow Mountain Lord nodded: "Correct."

Mo Painting's eyes suddenly lit up, and she stared at the clay sculpture that Yellow Mountain Lord was hosting, and curiously said:

"Then this clay sculpture of yours is a natal god image or a preaching god image?"

Yellow Mountain Lord was startled and quickly covered his clay sculpture, "This cannot be told to you!"

He had just finished speaking.

Mo Painting didn't necessarily need to know, and seeing Yellow Mountain Lord's panicked expression, she comforted him and said:

"Don't worry, I just asked casually, I'm not planning anything against you..."

Yellow Mountain Lord was half-believing, half-doubting, but still hugged his clay sculpture and didn't let go.

Mo Painting said some more kind words and gave him some fruits, which finally appeased Yellow Mountain Lord.

"Preaching god image..."

Mo Painting thought for a while and suddenly asked, "Are there gods... who are hosted in human bodies?"

Yellow Mountain Lord's gaze trembled, and his expression became very terrible.

Mo Painting was slightly startled to see this, "What's wrong?"

Yellow Mountain Lord's face struggled, and finally he sighed and said:

"Yes..."

"Gods generally only host in god images. If it hosts in a human body, that means... it has become an evil god!"

"Evil god..."

Mo Painting's gaze sank slightly.

Yellow Mountain Lord's expression was solemn, and he continued to say, "God images are generally clay fetuses and stone sculptures. These things are dead objects between heaven and earth, without life or consciousness, so they are 'clean'."

"When a god hosts inside a god image and upholds its own 'dao', it is not affected and doesn't have any big problems."

"But humans are different. Humans have divine consciousness, and divine consciousness contains all kinds of unknown greed and desires, which are 'unclean'..."

"If a god hosts in a human body, it will either pollute the human or be polluted by the human..."

"Once polluted, it will degenerate..."

"Not only humans, but suppose a god hosts in a demonic beast, spirit beast, or any other creature with consciousness and life, this means that it is already an 'evil god', or at least, it is already walking on the road of an 'evil god'..."

There was a deep fear in Yellow Mountain Lord's gaze.

Mo Painting's heart was stern, and she said in a low voice, "Are evil gods... very terrible?"

Yellow Mountain Lord nodded with a fearful face.

Mo Painting thought for a while, still a little confused, "Why is it that hosting in a living body will be polluted, degenerate, and become an evil god?"

"Isn't just eating incense and fire and receiving faith enough not to degenerate?"

"What will happen after becoming an evil god?"

"Where exactly are evil gods terrible?"

Mo Painting asked a string of questions.

Yellow Mountain Lord heard the words and smiled bitterly, "I'm just a small fallen mountain god, how would I know these things? Evil gods are not someone I can offend..."

"That's true..."

Mo Painting nodded and then no longer troubled Yellow Mountain Lord by asking about the terrible problem of "evil gods".

Yellow Mountain Lord also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Right..." Mo Painting thought for a while, then picked another problem she was very puzzled about and slowly asked:

"Can humans become gods?"

Yellow Mountain Lord was startled, then immediately shook his head, "What are you thinking... this is definitely impossible."

"Not even like gods, eating incense and fire?" Mo Painting said.

Yellow Mountain Lord said in a bad mood, "Which living person do you see receiving incense and fire?"

Mo Painting recalled a bit. In her impression, there seemed to be no examples of living people receiving incense and fire.

Yellow Mountain Lord said, "Gods are gods, and humans are humans. Although both are a type of heaven and earth's spirits, they are completely different. It is impossible for humans to 'become gods'."

"Humans have no flesh, and after a long time, divine consciousness will dissipate."

"And if they have flesh, all kinds of desires will attach to their bodies, and they will continuously receive 'pollution' without stripping away the dust. Like this, it is even more impossible to become a god."

Mo Painting slowly nodded and asked again:

"Then suppose, without wanting flesh, directly hosting in an external object, for example, a painting, a sword, or a gourd..."

Mo Painting remembered that many visualization pictures she had seen, inside which were evil spirits, were mostly like this.

Yellow Mountain Lord said, "This is not a human, not a god, but a 'ghost'."

"Ghost?"

Mo Painting was a little astonished.

Yellow Mountain Lord nodded, "Human divine consciousness and flesh are one body, and the flesh, spirit, and god are fused and cannot be separated..."

"Once human divine consciousness leaves the flesh; or the flesh is destroyed and the divine consciousness remains; then this divine consciousness is 'incomplete'..."

"An incomplete thing will seek completeness."

"Hosting an external object, that external object may not be yours; hosting flesh, your original flesh may have been destroyed, and even if replaced with other flesh, it may still not be yours."

"Under this situation, your divine consciousness will continuously be consumed, your memory will gradually blur, and your original 'human nature' will also gradually distort..."

"Then gradually, you will become a 'ghost'."

"What will a human do once they become a ghost?" Yellow Mountain Lord looked at Mo Painting, sighed, and slowly asked.

Mo Painting furrowed her brows and thought for a while, "Will they eat the divine consciousness of other humans?"

Yellow Mountain Lord nodded, "Yes, your divine consciousness has no flesh and no place to nurture it. It is continuously consumed and has no way to recover, so you can only eat the divine consciousness of other humans to supplement it."

"Not other ghosts or evil thoughts?" Mo Painting asked.

Yellow Mountain Lord said, "Naturally you can, but where are other ghosts and evil thoughts so easy to encounter? Even if you encounter them, you are not necessarily their opponent."

"Even eating them doesn't really help."

Yellow Mountain Lord was a little emotional, "The most terrible thing about humans becoming ghosts is..."

"They will first eat their own flesh and blood relatives."

Mo Painting's gaze was stern, "Flesh and blood relatives?"

Yellow Mountain Lord nodded and said, "When a human becomes a 'ghost', their divine thought will be consumed, and their memory will blur."

"And among other people, those with the most memories related to you are naturally your flesh and blood relatives."

"So after becoming a fierce ghost, the first thing they want to 'eat' is the divine consciousness of your relatives, using this to maintain their own existence."

"This is instinct and cannot be suppressed."

"Even if it can be suppressed for a while, there will still be a day when its ferocity erupts."

"Next, the ghost's flesh is gone, and what is most closely related to its flesh are the relatives who share the same bloodline."

"So ghosts are also accustomed to parasitizing in the bodies of their parents and children."

Yellow Mountain Lord sighed, "Therefore, once a human becomes a 'ghost', or once a cultivator becomes a ghost cultivator, it means that they have probably already harmed their closest people..."

Mo Painting felt a little uneasy in her heart, somewhat thoughtful.

Yellow Mountain Lord finally said in a solemn tone:

"Gods, humans, and ghosts are all related to 'divine thought' and uphold certain dao rules, but they are clearly divided and completely different from each other."

"This related divine thought knowledge may all be extremely secret cultivation knowledge. I am a mountain god and have lived a little longer, which is why I know more."

"Ordinary cultivators do not cultivate divine consciousness, and their divine thought is not strong, so they know nothing about these things."

"They only know how to respect gods and fear ghosts, but they don't know what to respect and what to fear."

"Even among cultivators, some so-called great families, inside which are old things that have lived for a long time, do not have this kind of inheritance and do not understand gods and ghosts, and do not know too much..."

When Yellow Mountain Lord said this, he stroked his beard with a complacent look.

Mo Painting nodded respectfully, then was slightly startled, and looked at Yellow Mountain Lord suspiciously:

"Mountain Lord, have you lived for a very, very long time?"

Yellow Mountain Lord was startled, and cold sweat broke out.

(End of this chapter)

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