My Simulated Longevity

The thin little boy looked only seven or eight years old. He was lying on the thatched roof, looking up at the sky.

After hearing his mother's call, he was about to get up, but accidentally fell down from the roof.

Fortunately, he landed on the haystack below and was not injured.

Goudan seemed to be used to it. He patted his body and straightened his clothes. He trotted all the way to home.

At the dinner table, his mother picked up some food for Goudan and scolded him, "Going to the east end of the village to play again? I told you to stay away from that lunatic!"

Goudan wolfed down the food and said nonchalantly, "I think Uncle Crazy is a good person. He is not as scary as you say."

Goudan's father, who was used to being silent and had not said a word since the beginning of the meal, put down his chopsticks and slapped Goudan on the head after hearing what Goudan said.

"You know nothing! Do you know what happened to so many people in the village who don't believe in evil? If I tell you to stay away from him, stay away from him!"

Goudan didn't dare to refute under the iron fist. But he was still unconvinced in his heart, and just ate his food in silence.

After that, although it was obvious that Goudan would no longer go to Uncle Crazy's house.

But whenever he had the chance, Goudan would secretly bring some delicious food to visit Uncle Crazy.

Uncle Crazy is what Goudan called him. The villagers all called him a madman.

He was also a member of the village. Since childhood, his parents died and he grew up eating at other people's homes. When he was young, he was still normal. But as he gradually entered middle age, he became a little crazy.

He often muttered some strange words.

What "I saw many of myself" and "I am not myself at all". Sometimes he even pointed at someone in the village and shouted in horror: "Aren't you dead?"

And the villagers he cursed would actually die suddenly in the near future in nine out of ten cases.

In this world, immortals and gods do exist. The villagers are convinced that the madman must be related to those mysterious powers. In order to avoid getting into trouble again, the villagers decided to unite and expel the madman.

But there seemed to be something in the village that he cared about very much. After sensing the villagers' malice, the madman suddenly attacked and hurt people.

Goudan didn't know how many people died that day. But since then, the villagers chose to avoid the madman and keep a distance from him.

Only a newborn calf like Goudan dared to approach the madman.

The madman stayed in his ancestral broken house all year round. There was no sunlight and it was extremely dark. He curled up in the corner and kept whispering something in his mouth.

At first, Goudan accidentally entered when he was playing hide-and-seek with his friends. He was also frightened by the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere in the house.

However, when he heard the madman's mumbling. Although he didn't understand what those syllables meant. But Goudan was deeply attracted by it.

It was not until the shouts of his friends outside the house came one after another that Goudan reluctantly left. Since then, whenever Goudan was in a trance, the madman's whispers would ring in his ears.

Finally, one day, Goudan could no longer control the temptation in his heart. He came to the madman's small dark room again.

He also brought a roast duck politely.

It seemed that the aroma of the food temporarily awakened the madman's mind. The madman stopped muttering, and unceremoniously snatched the roast duck and devoured it.

After a full meal, the madman, who was in a sober period, just warned Goudan to stay away from him.

How could Goudan, who was cheated of a roast duck, give up? Naturally, he didn't want to leave. He even asked the madman about the words he kept muttering.

The madman was silent at first.

Then he pulled out a pile of wooden tablets from the ruins of the house and said that these were all tablets of ancestors.

He didn't know what he was saying when he was crazy. However, this strange disease has been with their Xuanyuan clan since ancient times.

Fortunately, only one person in a generation will suffer from this strange disease. As the Xuanyuan clan gradually expanded, not many people in the human race remembered this genetic disease.

"This curse will end here." The madman put the tablets on the ground in order. When it was his turn, he only put an empty wooden sign.

Then, in Goudan's shocked eyes, all the tablets spontaneously combusted without wind, and turned into ashes in the small wooden house in an instant.

Goudan asked again about the inexplicable deaths of the villagers.

Uncle Crazy showed a pale smile: "What does a destined death have to do with me? The rooster crows, and the world is bright. Could it be that the sun in the sky is really caused by the rooster's crow?"

"Goudan, you have to know that everything in the world has happened countless times. Now it is just another rehearsal. For example, you..."

Uncle Crazy stared at Goudan, and then his face slowly showed an extremely terrified expression. After the fear, he began to become crazy again. Before completely losing his mind, he threw Goudan out of the door.

Since that day, Goudan vaguely believed that this crazy uncle must have some big secrets hidden in him.

Although the young Goudan could not understand what Uncle Crazy said. But he firmly believed that the secret of Uncle Crazy was very likely related to the legendary immortal!

For this reason, Goudan also tried every means to find out the real name of Uncle Crazy from his father.

Xuanyuan Sheng.

Even though everyone in the village had the surname Xuanyuan, Goudan thought Uncle Crazy's name was particularly good.

In the days that followed, Uncle Crazy's madness became more and more serious. Even Goudan's trick of bringing food to comfort him didn't work.

Goudan could only climb to Crazy Uncle’s roof, close his eyes and listen to Crazy Uncle’s increasingly weird voice below.

Every time I hear Uncle Crazy's tone of voice, it's particularly impressive to outsiders. Goudan slept very soundly.

Days like this lasted until Goudan was nine years old.

One night, an earth-shattering noise suddenly erupted in the village. After the villagers were awakened, they discovered that the explosion was coming from Xuanyuan Sheng's house.

When everyone arrived, they found that the place had been razed to the ground for unknown reasons.

Uncle Crazy's death did not cause much disturbance. In the eyes of the vast majority of the Xuanyuan tribe, the disappearance of the scourge of Xuanyuan Saint is actually a good thing.

Only Goudan felt extremely sad about Uncle Feng's death. He also went to the accident scene to search carefully when no one was around. Unfortunately, nothing was found except a burnt tablet.

Only the last corner of this wooden sign was burned. Goudan was illiterate, so he took it to the literate adults in the village and asked, only to find out that it was the word " macro ".

"Xuanyuan Hong."

Goudan has an excellent memory, and he vaguely remembers that when Uncle Feng arranged the tablets in order on the ground, this tablet seemed to be solemnly placed in the first position by Uncle Feng.

Knowing that it was his ancestor's tablet, Goudan didn't dare to keep it privately.

After kneeling down respectfully, Goudan burned the remaining wooden sign with a fire.

Xuanyuan Village has been independent of the world since ancient times.

Since the death of Xuanyuan Sheng, the village has returned to its peaceful life. Goudan gradually grew up, and the villagers no longer called him "Goudan".

Instead, he called out his name, Xuanyuan Tuo.

Xuanyuan Tuo's life trajectory is just like that of other villagers.

Sow, cultivate, harvest. Get married, take a wife, have children.

But in his spare time, Xuanyuan Tuo would vaguely recall the murmurings of his crazy uncle.

No matter how time passed, the mysterious tone would always remain in his mind. Never fade.

As Xuanyuan Tuo gets older, his life seems to be destined.

Until Xuanyuan Tuo turned fifty.

Xuanyuan Tuo's son died of illness. His wife could not bear the pain of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man away, and passed away soon after.

In less than half a year, I lost two close relatives one after another. Xuanyuan Tuo was in pain and wished to live.

I feel that I have no hope of life, and I often want to simply take my own life.

But at the critical moment, the mysterious music that he had grown up with sounded again. Dispel the dark thoughts in his mind.

Xuanyuan Tuo sat in silence for a few days, and the grief in his heart slowly subsided.

He has no plans to marry again and have children.

Instead, a thought rose up in my heart like a fire, and then spread like a prairie fire, out of control.

Seeing the passing of each of his close relatives' lives with his own eyes, Xuanyuan Tuo deeply realized the fragility of life.

Thinking that I am over fifty years old, maybe soon I will follow in the footsteps of those who have passed away. Xuanyuan Tuo felt extremely terrified in his heart.

He neither ate nor drank, and sat dry for two days.

Xuanyuan Tuo finally decided to cultivate immortality and seek immortality!

For an old farmer who is nearly fifty years old, Xunxianwen seems to be a complete joke.

Xuanyuan Tuo also knew how ridiculous his decision was.

So he didn't say anything, just silently packed up his luggage and left Xuanyuan Village.

Alone, he embarked on the road to seek immortality.

Fortunately, the immortality is prosperous in this world, and the immortals are not unable to escape from the world. On the contrary, in almost every big town, you can occasionally see the appearance of immortals flying away.

After suffering all kinds of ridicule, Xuanyuan Tuo finally found out the location of the nearest Immortal Cultivation Sect.

Return to Yuanzong!

After a lot of hardships along the way, Xuanyuan Tuo finally arrived outside Guiyuan Sect.

He was shocked to find that there were hundreds of people like him gathered here. But most of them are young children accompanied by attendants. He was the only one who thought about cultivating immortality even though half of his body was buried in the ground.

After some inquiring, Xuanyuan Tuo finally understood the reason why everyone gathered outside the mountain gate. This is because at this moment, it is not yet time for the Guiyuan Sect to accept disciples, and the sect-protecting array has been opened to cover the mountains, making it impossible for mortals to enter the immortal family's resort.

Xuanyuan Tuo asked again when the next apprenticeship ceremony would be held. It turned out that it was three years later.

I originally thought that like these people, I would wait outside the mountain gate obediently. But for some reason, Xuanyuan Tuo looked at the Immortal Sect's protective formation that everyone feared like a tiger, but he vaguely didn't feel very scary in his heart.

When he was about to make a move, Xuanyuan Tuo, who had always been bold, decided to take the risk.

The result was exactly as he expected. He encountered no danger at all along the way. He just reached the gate of Guiyuan Sect smoothly in such a daze!

Xuanyuan Tuo was overjoyed to meet the immortal leader. He wanted to join the Immortal Sect, but was mercilessly ridiculed by the other party.

Fortunately, when he was about to be forcibly expelled, an immortal named Xu, perhaps because he felt pity for him, gave him an introductory immortal method. He also promised that if he cultivated his spiritual power within a year, he could come back to him.

Although he did not officially join the Immortal Sect during this trip, he still obtained the Immortal Dharma after all.

Xuanyuan Tuo kept the book close to his body and bypassed the group of people who were still waiting at the mountain gate. And for safety reasons, he also traveled long distances to mortal towns further away.

Xuanyuan Tuo himself was illiterate. In order to practice the exercises, he asked others for advice whenever he had the opportunity along the way.

Although he is older, his brain is not bad at all. After arriving at the destination safely, Xuanyuan Tuo was able to recognize the characters in the introductory immortal spell.

Without the guidance of an immortal master, Xuanyuan Tuo figured it out on his own.

Immortal magic is so profound that even if it is an introductory cultivation technique, it cannot be practiced successfully by an old farmer in the mountains who has never seen the world.

What's more, Xuanyuan Tuo was already at the age when he knew his destiny. The best time for practice has long passed.

In addition, he has to make money during the day to maintain his basic livelihood...

In the blink of an eye, the one-year period is about to pass. However, Xuanyuan Tuokong harbored immortal magic, but still found nothing.

"Even if you cultivate spiritual energy, you won't be able to go back in time."

In Xuanyuan Tuo's heart, almost all thoughts were lost.

"Practice is too difficult for ordinary people like us."

He suddenly remembered the young immortal master he saw in the city a few days ago. However, at a young age, he was already able to ride the wind with ease.

The way of heaven is so unfair!

Despair, jealousy, fear...

Xuanyuan Tuo sat slumped on the ground and looked up at the sky.

"Why can't everyone in the world practice cultivation?"

"Why does this kind of restriction exist between heaven and earth?"

"What a thief!"

Cursing like this is too common. This world is happening all the time, day and night, everywhere.

But while Xuanyuan Tuo was cursing in his heart, the murmur of his very familiar crazy uncle Xuanyuan Sheng rang in his ears again.

But this time, it didn't disappear quickly.

Instead, it cycled over and over again until it completely filled his brain!

In a daze, Xuanyuan Tuo seemed to have returned to his childhood.

In that eerie little dark room, Uncle Crazy stood among the memorial tablets of Xuanyuan ancestors that filled the room. His face showed a ferocious look.

"It's here again! It's burning and its ghost is still there!"

"Then let's die together!"

Xuanyuan Sheng's body suddenly burst into flames.

Then rush towards the densely packed memorial tablets.

The dark flames gradually transferred from Xuanyuan Sheng's body to those tablets.

Amid Xuanyuan Sheng's maniacal laughter, the fire gradually engulfed everything.

In the end, only a corner of the one with Xuanyuan Hong written on it remained.

Then, he was picked up by Xuanyuan Tuo!

【Xuanyuan Hong】!

Three big words appeared in my mind like ghosts. From the gilded color, drops of blood gradually penetrated.

Then it exploded!

Xuanyuan Tuo fainted because of this.

When he woke up, he stared at the sky. Look at yourself in the mirror again.

Something seems to be different.

Looking back at the introductory immortal method given by the Immortal of Guiyuan Sect, Xuanyuan Tuo felt that it was extremely simple and easy to understand.

even……

A little too crude.

Xuanyuan Tuo was no longer eager to succeed in cultivation and returned to join the Guiyuan Sect.

Instead, he started to think about the problem he had thought about before.

“Why can’t everyone in this world practice cultivation?”

Xuanyuan Tuo knows that all things and people are different in nature.

But is there any method that can enable everyone in the world to ignore the talent gap and enable everyone to practice?

The usual murmurs no longer sounded, and Xuanyuan Tuo was still a little unaccustomed to them.

But at the same time, many pictures began to appear in his mind.

Among them, there are scenes of countless vegetation and animals.

There are faces that are both familiar and unfamiliar.

Others are dialogue scenes with unclear meanings.

"How sure are you of going here?"

"Just do your best and obey fate."

"That's not something you would say."

"The disparity in strength is too great, so we can only risk our lives in a fight."

"That's all, go ahead. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

…

Xuanyuan Tuo pressed his eyebrows.

It seems that I have forgotten some extremely important missions.

The messy memories cannot affect Xuanyuan Tuo's mind.

Instead, he relied on the countless memory fragments that suddenly emerged in his mind.

Xuanyuan Tuo continued to think deeply about the previous question.

How can everyone practice spiritual practice?

There are more and more pictures appearing in my mind, and they are becoming more and more complex.

Gradually, the life of another powerful monk named [Venerable Heavenly Doctor] was pieced together.

But Xuanyuan Tuo relied on his obsession to temporarily suppress everything.

Continue to think mechanically.

Sitting in the courtyard for thirty-three days.

On this day, Xuanyuan Tuo, who had become extremely thin with only a thin layer of skin left hanging on his bones, resembling a skeleton, suddenly stood up.

His eyes are as bright and bright as the stars in the sky.

He looked up at the sky and whispered to himself.

"I want to become an immortal, why do I need to ask God? If God doesn't give it to me, I will get it myself!"

"Follow heaven and follow the rules, go against heaven..."

"Zexian!"

Xuanyuan Tuo's originally stooped chest straightened up instantly.

He looked into the sky as a mortal.

Although he didn't have any special momentum, he seemed to be in no way inferior.

He continued to murmur: "Therefore, the path to immortality is..."

“Absorb the spirit of heaven and earth to control its energy;

Fake the wonders of heaven and earth to build the foundation of the road;

Peep into the laws of heaven and earth to refine the elixir;

Seize the essence of heaven and earth to become the Nascent Soul;

Extract the marrow of heaven and earth to obtain its spirit;

Sacrifice to the spirit of heaven and earth, and unite with the Tao with your body;

Go against the principles of heaven and earth to prove longevity! "

Xuanyuan Tuo spoke faster and faster until the last sentence, and fell down in a mess.

But he did not get up, just lay on the ground and laughed.

Xuanyuan Tuo, who was too weak and got the Tao he wanted, fell into a deep sleep.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was attracted spontaneously. It rolled in, forming a whirlwind, lifting Xuanyuan Tuo in the air and protecting him.

After a while, the strange phenomenon of spiritual energy filling the body gradually disappeared.

Xuanyuan Tuo slowly landed on the ground, and his half-century-old body was full of vitality. Although he still looked old on the outside, he contained great vitality inside.

I don't know how long it has been...

Xuanyuan Tuo's face, who was sleeping, suddenly twitched violently.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

It was just that there was no pupil, and the white of the eyes looked weird.

The voice also became older and deeper.

"Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao is more difficult to deal with than I thought. "

"I almost got completely lost and couldn't regain my consciousness."

"Ahem, I miscalculated."