Aiming for the Immortal Path

The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the fertile fields are full of green. Wild flowers are blooming everywhere in the fields, exuding a rich fragrance.

In the village, every household is filled with smoke.

Figures of men, women, old and young were walking back and forth, with joyful smiles on their faces.

Faces that looked unfamiliar flashed through my mind quickly, and then became familiar.

Su Twelve's body shook violently, and an indescribable emotion filled his heart.

When he turned his head, he saw a vicissitudes of life old man with a bent back and a kind face, looking at him with a grin.

"What's wrong, Twelve? Come home with grandpa for dinner!"

Su Twelve couldn't help but tremble when he heard the old concerned voice.

Before he could speak, two tears slipped quietly from the corners of his eyes.

If he had not embarked on this path of cultivating immortality, if Xiaoshi Village had not suffered the disaster that year, everything in front of him would have been like his original life.

It’s also what he longs for most!

In his heart, becoming an immortal and living forever are nothing compared to a peaceful and happy life with his relatives.

Even if your life is short, at least you will always have peace of mind, which is better than living in the world of cultivating immortals, wandering around and being on tenterhooks.

Su Twelve knew in his heart that everything he saw at this moment was an illusion.

But invisibly, there seemed to be a voice whispering in his ears, constantly whispering to him that as long as he was willing, everything in front of him could come true.

Even though my heart strings were always tense and my heart was full of alertness.

But the moment that old, familiar face appeared and tears quietly fell from the corners of his eyes, it also meant that there was a momentary gap in Su Twelve's mental defense.

The sound disappeared, and the inner demon suddenly appeared in my mind in the form of an inexplicable will.

This will is formless and seems to have infinite magic power, directly affecting Su Twelve's subconscious.

At the moment when Su Twelve fell into memories of the past, the memories of many years of practice seemed to be swept away by invisible forces.

It peeled off from my mind and gradually became blurry.

Instead, there was a series of new memories that quietly appeared and took root in his memory.

In my memory, a child living in a small mountain village and dependent on his grandfather grew up safely. After that, he met the woman he liked, got married, had children, and lived happily with his family.

There is no disaster, no suffering.

No matter how you look at it, this is the best model that meets Su Twelve's deepest desires and yearnings.

As he breathed, Su Twelve's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Under the influence of this strange will, he also began to gradually accept this new identity. He seemed to have forgotten that he was still a monk and was going through a tribulation.

He nodded numbly, instinctively, and followed the 'grandpa' beside him towards the village.

With every step I take, new memories in my mind grow like vines and grass.

In his memory, there were more past experiences with playmates and villagers in the village, which deepened Su Twelve's connection with the village and made Su Twelve gradually become more determined.

However, at the moment when he reached the entrance of the village.

Fragmentary images flashed through his mind.

Xiao Yue, Han Yu, Lu Mingshi, Bai Feixue, Feng Fei, Li Piaoyue, Yin Qingxue, Shen Miaoyin...

The seemingly vague names appeared and disappeared quickly, making Su Twelve feel strongly uneasy, and his steps became hesitant again.

For a moment, a moment of clarity flashed through my mind.

An obscure Buddhist scripture came to mind, and without thinking, Su Twelve could recite it out loud.

The low voice of chanting sutras sounded, and the hazy consciousness quickly became clear, and the memories that appeared for no reason disappeared.

Go, the memory that was so vague that it was about to disappear came to mind again.

The moment he regained consciousness, a light flashed in Su Twelve's eyes.

"Divine Light Thorn!"

The consciousness of the sea of ​​​​consciousness condensed into a sword in an instant, and quickly locked onto a mass of unprovoked will exuding demonic energy in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the unreasonable will immediately collapsed.

At the same time, the scene in front of Su Twelve changed again. The familiar Xiaoshi Village and the familiar figures disappeared.

The scene in front of him changed again, and the Tribulation Platform of Baizhangfang City reappeared in front of him.

"call……"

With a long sigh of relief, Su Twelve collapsed on the ground, his whole body already wet with cold sweat.

"What a calamity demon, it's so terrifying. Even if you take all precautions, you still can't prevent it!"

"If it hadn't been for a critical moment, I would have thought in my heart that when I accepted the Buddhist bead inheritance, it contained meticulous Buddhist teachings that specifically defeated evil spirits, I'm afraid that at this moment, I would have been completely controlled by the inner demons!"

"The second thing is that the consciousness sinks into the demonic sea. Death is the final outcome!"

Whispering softly, Su Twelve secretly rejoiced once again.

After coming back to his senses, he realized how dangerous the situation just now was.

I have just fallen into the illusion of inner demons. If I fail to wake up at the last moment and get rid of the inner demons.

There are two outcomes.

The body dies and the path disappears, or the person loses his or her self-awareness, is possessed by inner demons, falls into the demonic path, and becomes a demonic cultivator that everyone in the world of immortality shouts to beat.

But in a place like the Holy Land of Immortal Cultivation, the Tribulation Platform, once one falls into the devil's path, the outcome is not difficult to imagine.

I'm afraid that before I leave this tribulation platform, I will be killed on the spot by the formation here.

In the end, it is still the end of death and destruction.

End of game.

The ability to get rid of inner demons this time was not only due to the merits of Buddhist practice, but also related to his years of cultivation and the bonds he created with people.

During the previous crisis, the figures that flashed through his mind were all closely related to him.

And people like Senior Sister Shen Miaoyin are an obsession in his heart.

"Those who seek immortality should cut off their emotions and thoughts and cut off all ties in order to seek supreme freedom."

"But now that I'm encountering my inner demons, although it's because of the fetters in my heart that the inner demons have an opportunity to take advantage of me, it's also because of these fetters that I was able to regain some clarity at the last critical moment."

"It's hard to say whether all kinds of bonds in the world are good or bad. But... can even a true immortal be able to cut off love without any bonds at all?"

Muttering softly, various thoughts flashed through Su Twelve's mind.

On the road of cultivating immortality, nine out of ten Xuanmen techniques and secrets that you come into contact with will mention that monks who seek immortality should give up their love and abandon their thoughts.

But the actual situation is not like this.

Even in Baizhangfang City, a holy land for cultivating immortals, the relationship between monks is also intricate and extremely complicated.

He has doubts about this. It can be said that the higher his state of mind, the more doubts he has.

Therefore, no matter when or where he was, he never stopped thinking.

While Su Twelve was thinking, the dark clouds in the sky disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, dazzling sunlight fell in the sky, and white clouds with dense purple air gathered from all directions.

Every white cloud contains amazing spiritual power full of vitality.

The moment they gathered together, the majestic spiritual power turned into a waterfall of water and flowed down, all landing on the tribulation platform where Su Twelve was.

Little drops of water spilled.

The next moment, Su Twelve's body, which was severely injured by the thunderstorm, was healed quickly like a dead tree blooming with spring.