With mixed feelings, Mo Hua thought to himself.
Seeing Mo Hua standing there in a daze for quite a long time without speaking, Ding Miao couldn’t help but call out softly:
"Brother?"
Mo Hua returned to his senses, smiled, and patted Miao’s head, saying:
"Thank you."
Without Miao’s simple drawing, he would not have discovered the clues.
The greatness in someone lies in not losing the innocence of childhood.
The more naïve a child is, the more pure and natural is their gaze, devoid of color, better able to see the true nature of things.
Miao tilted his head in confusion:
"Did I help?"
Mo Hua praised, "You’ve been a great help."
Miao immediately became happy, even though he didn’t know what help he had provided.
Mo Hua gave him another pastry.
Miao held it with both hands and began to eat it, feeling completely justified.
"Brother said I made a significant contribution, so this time I am not eating in vain," Miao nodded to himself in his mind.
...
Knowing the essence of the Formation, one must try to restore the Formation Diagram.
Mo Hua told Miao not to wander off and went to a high peak to take in the full view of the Spirit Field.
He then began to re-calculate the Spirit Field, structured like a Formation, back into its original Formation, using a Formation Master’s mindset and Formation Patterns’ penmanship.
While calculating, Mo Hua stopped.
Something was wrong.
He couldn’t figure it out anymore...
Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
Many layouts of the Spirit Fields were too square and ordered, but they were not based on Formation principles.
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Therefore, the Formation that was calculated turned out to be intermittent and fragmented.
Mo Hua sighed.
One trouble followed another...
He ran down to the bottom of the mountain again and asked Ding Miao:
"Miao’er, who in your village has lived the longest and knows the most?"
Miao’er furrowed her little brow, and her eyes suddenly lit up:
"The Elder!"
East Mountain Village indeed had an Elder, but he was old and did not manage affairs, and his cultivation was only in Qi Refinement, not Foundation Establishment.
The people had elected him Elder because he was of old age, with seniority, and able to command respect.
Calling him Elder, was actually more like the "Village Chief".
Little Miao’er led Mo Hua to the Elder.
Mo Hua stated his purpose, saying he wanted to ask a few questions.
Upon seeing Mo Hua, the Elder showed a grateful expression and said:
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"The Elder is too kind."
Mo Hua exchanged pleasantries briefly and then asked respectfully:
"Elder, has the layout of the Spirit Fields changed over the past few hundred years?"
The Elder pondered for a moment before slowly nodding:
"It has been changed."
"What was it changed for?" Mo Hua asked.
The Elder said, "The land passed down by our ancestors, we generally wouldn’t change it. This layout of the Spirit Fields has also been maintained for over a hundred years..."
"But later, the Sun Family reorganized some of the fields to facilitate their Formation Painting, so they reorganized some of the fields."
"Now many fields are in a checkerboard pattern, each one neat and orderly."
"After the reorganization, was there any change in the Spirit Fields?" Mo Hua inquired.
"No major changes, just that the land has become poorer year after year,"