Chapter 95 Ling Mo (Eight Updates)

"Spiritual consciousness is limited."

Mo Hua inexplicably felt that Mr. Zhuang's words made sense.

In this case, Mo Hua would not dwell on it. After all, if the realm is improved, the spiritual consciousness will naturally improve. Everything will come naturally. Just concentrate on practicing. Anyway, there is no rush.

The most important thing at the moment is to learn more formations.

The bottleneck of the "Tian Yan Jue" technique is the puzzle formation. To solve the puzzle formation, you need to learn the complex formation. Mo Hua only learned a small part of the "Thousand Formation Atlas" given by Mr. Zhuang. With his current experience in formations, it is far from enough.

If you can't solve the puzzle formation, you can't break through the bottleneck. If you can't break through the bottleneck, your realm will stop. Once the realm stops, the path of cultivation will end.

So in addition to routine practice, Mo Hua put all his thoughts on the formation.

At night, he practiced the formation on the broken monument in the sea of ​​consciousness; when he woke up during the day, he drew the formation on paper; occasionally, when someone's formation failed, they would come to ask Mo Hua for help.

When Master Chen's refining business needed something, such as repairing the refining furnace or adding formations to spiritual tools, he would ask Mo Hua to take a look. Occasionally, Mr. Feng would introduce some cultivators to Mo Hua to draw formations.

Some would give Mo Hua some spiritual stones as a reward, while some were in a very difficult family situation and could only give some vegetables and fruits grown by themselves, or candy figures and toys sold in the market with apologetic feelings.

Mo Hua knew that it was not easy for casual cultivators to live, so he only collected some spiritual stones symbolically. He was also very happy to get some food, drinks and toys occasionally.

Mo Hua's original intention was to apply what he had learned and practice formations, so he didn't care much about these.

This also led to the fact that from then on, every time Mo Hua went shopping, the uncles, aunts, and uncles who had been helped by Mo Hua would give Mo Hua some things. Like wild fruits picked from the mountains, homemade steamed rice cakes, grasshoppers woven from bamboo, sachets for calming the mind, and even rouge and handkerchiefs for female practitioners...

Mo Hua wanted to give them spirit stones, but they said they didn't want them. If Mo Hua didn't accept them, they would be very unhappy.

In this way, Mo Hua didn't spend a single spirit stone, and walked from one end of the street to the other. The things he got couldn't fit into his storage bag. He looked like a little playboy who ate and drank for free, which made him laugh and cry.

After a while, Mo Hua discovered a very serious problem:

He didn't have spirit stones to buy spirit ink!

Since Liu Ruhua opened a restaurant, Mo Hua's situation has improved a lot.

The spirit stones that Mo Hua used for daily practice were given by his parents. Mo Hua didn't want them at first, but Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua firmly refused. They said that Mo Hua was still young and it was not time for him to be self-reliant.

Mo Hua could also earn some spirit stones by drawing formations himself. Mo Hua also used these spirit stones to buy pens and ink to practice formations. Occasionally, he could spend one or two spirit stones to buy some delicious food to satisfy his cravings.

Overall, Mo Hua's income and expenditure of spirit stones were relatively balanced, and he occasionally had a surplus.

Although the surplus was not much...

But since Mo Hua's cultivation level improved, his spiritual consciousness gradually strengthened, and the formations he drew became more complex. Because of the effect of "Tian Yan Jue", his spiritual consciousness control became stronger, and he drew formations faster and faster.

The faster he drew formations, the more formations he drew every day. The more formations he drew, the stronger his spiritual consciousness became. The stronger his spiritual consciousness became, the more complex the formations he drew. Despite the complexity of the formations, Mo Hua still drew faster and faster, resulting in more and more formations being drawn...

Daoist stele, Tian Yan Jue, meditation...

This originally virtuous cycle led to a vicious result:

Mo Hua's spirit ink was used like water, and his spirit stones were naturally spent like flowing water.

Until one day, Mo Hua found that he had run out of spiritual ink and spiritual stones, and then he realized the seriousness of the problem.

Mo Hua, who was penniless, was a little distressed, "What should I do?"

Ask my parents for it?

Mo Hua shook his head. He wanted his parents to spend more spiritual stones on cultivation, so that his parents would have a higher level of cultivation and a longer lifespan. If he asked, his parents would definitely give him all the spiritual stones.

Collect more spiritual stones when drawing the formation?

Mo Hua also felt that it was not good. The neighbors were all casual cultivators, and they were already tight on money and did not have many spiritual stones. Moreover, he had actually received a lot of favors from everyone, so it was not okay to collect more spiritual stones.

What about mixing spiritual ink by himself?

Mo Hua did not know the formula and method of mixing spiritual ink, not to mention that even if he mixed it himself, he would need raw materials, and Mo Hua had no place to get raw materials.

Mo Hua thought about this problem for two days, but still had no good solution.

That afternoon, Liu Ruhua frowned and said, "Xiaohu was injured when he went up the mountain to hunt monsters. I heard that he was seriously injured. You can send these things over for me to see how Xiaohu is injured."

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat and she said quickly, "Okay, mother, I'll go right away!"

When Mo Hua arrived at the Meng family, Dahu and Shuanghu were taking care of Xiaohu.

Xiaohu was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale, and there was a bloody claw mark on his back, and blood was constantly oozing out.

Seeing Mo Hua, Dahu and Shuanghu's eyes lit up, and then their faces became lost again.

This was the first time Mo Hua had seen Dahu and the others in two months.

Being a demon hunter is not an easy job. Demon beasts of the same realm are much stronger than cultivators, because demon beasts have extraordinary physical talents, strong blood, sharp reactions and agile movements. The demon power of demon beasts either carries the power of the five elements or carries innate poison, which is very tricky.

Once you become a demon hunter, it means hard work day and night and the danger of life and death.

Many powerful demon hunters were swallowed by demon beasts just because of a moment of carelessness. Even the most powerful demon hunters often have to act in groups and take care of each other when facing demon beasts, and there can be no negligence.

Dahu and his friends are still novices. They have just started hunting demons. There are many things to learn, which is naturally more dangerous.

Although Dahu and his three friends are already the best among the casual cultivators of the same age, whether it is cultivation or Taoism, Dahu and his three friends have learned quickly, but once they really start hunting demon beasts, it is still impossible to adapt quickly.

In the past two months, they have been staying in the mountains, learning to get familiar with the environment, recognizing demon beasts, and trying to fight with them. In the process of fighting with monsters, you must concentrate. If you are not careful, you will get hurt, and in serious cases, you may even lose your life.

A 17-year-old young monk went into the mountains with them. When he encountered a monster, he panicked for a moment and was bitten on the neck by the monster. He died of excessive blood loss.

This is what Dahu told Mo Hua before, and Mo Hua also deeply realized the weight of the three words "monster hunter". Now, Xiaohu, who has played with Mo Hua since childhood, also has a bloody wound on his back.

"Has Mr. Feng come to see it?"

Mo Hua looked at the pale Xiaohu and felt a little sad.

"Mr. Feng has seen it, and he has mixed herbs and applied them to the wound. Xiaohu also took the pills." Shuanghu's eyes were red.

"What happened?" Mo Hua couldn't help asking.