I open a restaurant in Xiujie

In the illusion, time flies by quietly.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Old man Zhao found prey in the mountains, and miraculously found several spiritual trees.

The tree is very miraculous. It can grow tenaciously without being watered by a spiritual spring, and it bears many spiritual fruits every year. With the money obtained from selling spiritual fruits, old man Zhao built a brand new earthen house for his family and selflessly helped the whole village. We spent the hungry winter together.

Seeing that there is more and more surplus food in the family, the little girl with freckles is fed by him, she is full of energy, and her cooking skills are getting better and better under his help. Old man Zhao only thinks that the little life is as happy as a child. full of sunshine.

He seems to have forgotten his former identity, and he has truly integrated into the life of the illusion.

……

On the Zhaixing Pavilion, the face of the guide turned slightly pale.

To build such a huge illusion, and to switch the time in the illusion, it is indeed a bit strenuous for him as a sub-soul.

The man in Tsing Yi joined him in injecting spiritual power into the illusion, while thinking thoughtfully: "Master Chu Xian, do you want them to experience the life of ordinary people, do you want them to feel the suffering of ordinary people?"

The guide said indifferently: "It's just one aspect."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to stir it gently, and the mist in the illusion was stirred up like ink.

Old man Zhao lost his mind.

In an instant, a blazing fire ignited in front of his eyes, and the earthen house built after a year of hard work collapsed in the blink of an eye, and the villagers who got along with him screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"Immortal Elder, please forgive me, Immortal Elder, please forgive me!"

The villagers curled up on the ground, rolling like dying worms.Behind them is the village where old man Zhao has lived for more than a year. The newly built earthen house was destroyed in an instant, and the newly cultivated fertile land was also burned to the ground.

His beloved, the little girl who was held in the palm of his hand like a baby on the tip of his heart, half of his body was crushed under the collapsed earthen house, his legs and feet were crushed out of shape, and his lovely freckles were stained with blood, so scarlet.

Shockingly red.

"Mister, you go quickly..."

Her bloodless lips opened and closed slightly, but she couldn't even make a sound.

There was a whistling sound in front, and it came from the clouds and the fog.

Old man Zhao was still staring blankly, when suddenly someone grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him in the air like a chicken.

The man's hands were covered with blood, but his clothes were spotless and spotless, not stained with dust.

"It's you who found Lingzhi in the forest?"

The man said in an understatement, as if he was talking about the weather today: "Where did you find it? Take us there, or I will kill you."

Plop, plop.

Old man Zhao heard his heartbeat like thunder.

Fear, or anger, made every drop of blood in his body burn, the pain of losing a loved one and the hatred of being regarded as an ant drove his body—Old man Zhao suddenly raised his hand and punched the visitor on the cheek superior!

"Fuck you!" he yelled, "Go to hell!"

Old man Zhao thought he was a moth to a flame, a car with a mantis' arms.

Unexpectedly, the moment he swung his fist, the person coming was really blown away by him, and the people who followed behind saw this scene, and they all showed disbelief: "Leading the spirit into the body?"

"He has the aptitude for cultivation, and he was awakened just now driven by anger!"

"No, that's not right, how can someone who has just introduced spirits into his body beat Senior Brother Zhao with a punch. I'm afraid it's not the awakening of the bloodline... Hey, born to be super strong?"

"Quickly, take him back and show him to the master!"

……

Old man Zhao felt that he was stunned by a powerful force.

When I woke up again, I saw the delicate and luxurious beams carved with flowers and trees, the silk tulle curtain beside it fluttered gently with the wind, and the purple incense burner in the corner of the room curled up the fine smoke, the fragrance was tangy and intoxicating.

"Yeah, are you awake?"

Someone pushed the door open, walked to his bedside with slender steps, and gently handed him a bowl of fragrant Lingmi porridge.

Goji berries were sprinkled on the porridge, and the bright red decoration looked simple and delicate, but when he smelled the porridge, old man Zhao instinctively felt a grunt in his stomach.

He raised his head.

In front of him was a beautiful woman, with coquettish eyes like silk, and beautiful eyes that perfectly fit all his fantasies about the "beauty" of women in his heart. When he handed the porridge, his sleeves fell down, revealing a delicate wrist that was white and snowy.

Everything feels familiar.

Everything is very different.

The image of the burning village flashed through his mind, and old man Zhao suddenly felt very blocked in his heart.

He wanted to cry, to shout, but under the gaze of the woman's gentle and beautiful eyes, he felt his whole body froze and couldn't move.

The woman fed him porridge with a silver spoon, breathed out like blue, and smiled on her peach cheeks: "Master Immortal, welcome to Changqizong. I am the servant who takes care of your daily life. According to the order of the lord, this place will be the Immortal Master from now on." It's your residence now, my lord."

Old man Zhao was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Where are the people in our village?"

"Where's my family?"

The woman showed doubts: "You mean... the village where you lived before?"

She lowered her head docilely, and her voice was as soft as an intoxicating cloud: "Don't worry, Master Xianchang, the villagers have all been buried in the earth. Although that girl has passed away, for the sake of the family of Master Xianchang, the suzerain has already passed away." Take the shot and protect her soul."

"As long as you, Master Xianchang, practice hard and contribute to the sect, you will be able to reshape her body/body one day."

Old man Zhao was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was very hoarse: "For no reason, you destroyed my hometown and killed my relatives, and you still want me to work for you?"

The beautiful woman shook her head with a smile: "What is the fairy saying?"

"Since you have become a practitioner, you have stepped into a new world. The Immortal Elder doesn't need to worry about the affairs of ordinary people. The Immortal Elder is just staying in such a dilapidated small mountain village. Now this is your home. !"

She raised her hand and waved it lightly, suddenly a lot of spirit stones appeared in the room, as well as various spirit treasures, magic weapons, and elixirs, all of which were shining golden and piled up as high as a hill.

"If you stay here, you will have endless wealth, noble status, and a long lifespan. Everything in the world will serve you. When people see you, they will bow their heads and respectfully say 'Master Immortal'."

"Of course," she blushed slightly, "I am yours too."

……

On the Zhaixing Pavilion, the man in Tsing Yi looked very serious.

There are many illusion bubbles floating in front of him, and the pictures are like fleeting images.

The illusion has transformed the most true, kind and soft memory in everyone's heart, as well as the most perfect temptation in the world.

The people in Tsing Yi watched countless people fall in front of wealth, power and beauties, gently exposed the sufferings of the past, and put on a dignified skin that belonged to a monk.

From then on, the wine pool and the meat forest are very happy.

...is really annoying.

The man in Tsing Yi opened his mouth and wanted to "pooh" on the ground, but suddenly he shot a penetrating gaze from the side, and then he remembered that this place is the Zhaixing Pavilion, so he touched his nose embarrassingly.

Eliminate those who have sunk in the illusion, and there are not many remaining bubbles.

But fortunately, the man in Tsing Yi's gaze was fixed on a few of the bubbles - the people he knew well were not tempted, such as Che Yunwen, Qiong Qing, etc., all stood firmly with Daoyi.

Even the old man Zhao, who was blinded for a moment, suddenly got up and pushed the beautiful woman away, yelling at Ben to go out.

Seeing people yelling hoarsely in the illusion, the man in Tsing Yi couldn't help asking: "Those who resist the temptation are considered to have passed the test?"

The guide shook his head again.

"It's not that simple. Resisting the temptation is just passing the test in their own hearts. If they want to truly become the fighters we need with firm beliefs, they need to be able to bear more."

He raised his hand again and tapped lightly on the illusion.

Old man Zhao was suddenly in a trance again.

When he opened his eyes again, all the beautiful women and spirit treasures disappeared, and what appeared in front of his eyes was clearly the sea of ​​blood that was crushed behind him when he first climbed the mountain.

The waves are roaring, the undercurrent is turbulent, and bones of the sea are floating with the waves.

Old man Zhao vaguely saw the villagers, and saw the little girl who died because of a spiritual plant.

Behind them, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood flowed and rushed, carrying the momentum of crushing, and the suffocating sense of oppression rushed to the face, making people shudder.

Huge mental pressure came head-on, and countless blood images flashed in the old man Zhao's mind. Those tragedies made his calves tremble, and he couldn't help but fell limp to the ground.

In the attic, the guide who had witnessed everything sighed.

"Although I am just a soul-splitting soul, I have only inherited [-]% of the memory of the chef fairy, but I carry all the grievances collected by the chef fairy over the years."

"He has traveled through countless villages and seen countless tragedies. Although he couldn't save everyone, he secretly left behind the fragments of the consciousness of every unwilling victim. Countless bloody fragments intertwined and condensed into this sea of ​​blood."

"Only those who are truly compassionate can resist the storms of this sea; and only those who are truly united with the people can pass through this sea area without being stained with dust."

"The tens of thousands of dead souls agree from the bottom of their hearts. Since I have exhausted my energy to hold the Spirit Cauldron Conference, how could it be so easy for you to get the first place?"

The amount of information in the words of the guide was quite large, and the person in Tsing Yi couldn't help showing a look of horror: "The top names of the previous Lingding Conferences all came out of such a sea of ​​blood?"

"How is that possible." The guide shook his head and smiled wryly. "At most, they can be like that old man, keeping their hearts in the face of power and wealth."

"Actually...the Spirit Cauldron Conference has been held for many years, and I have never seen anyone who can walk out of the sea of ​​blood."

The guide gave a wry smile.

"I've given up hope," he said in a low voice, "Besides, the chef's time is running out..."

As soon as the words fell, a series of brisk footsteps suddenly came from behind the two of them.

The voice was very soft, but it sounded suddenly on the top of the dead and silent Zhaixing Attic, giving the two of them an almost ear-piercing illusion.

The passerby suddenly turned around!

The strength was so great that I almost twisted my neck.

It's true... The footsteps are real, someone really stepped out, not the kind of person in Tsing Yi who cheats with his space ability!

After the split soul is separated from the main body, as time goes by, the emotion will become weaker and weaker, but at this moment, the guide can clearly hear his excited heartbeat.

He stared fixedly at the landing of the stairs.

A moment later, a handsome figure appeared around the corner.

Yu Xiaotan walked up to the attic, saw the man in Tsing Yi from a distance, smiled and waved: "Hey Lao Qing, long time no see, you broke through this illusion very quickly."

The man in Tsing Yi looked as if he was being strangled by the neck, his eyes were wide open, he stared at Yu Xiaotan closely, and his eyes swept around the collar of the other party's clothes.

Not a single trace of blood.

It is really not stained with dust.