After saying these words, the young man was like a puff of smoke, completely dissipating in mid-air.
Cheng Jing looked at the bronze coffin under him and felt that everything that had just happened was a dream.
But the boy's words still echoed in his ears, making him clearly realize that this was not his imagination.
He took a deep breath, then jumped off the bronze coffin, and began to slowly explore the fantasy realm in the young man's mouth.
Since it is an illusion, there is a way to break through it, and this method may be hidden in some unexpected corner.
But the phantom realm in front of him looked completely empty, and there was nothing like what the young man said about getting whatever he wanted.
Cheng Jing asked himself, what is it that he wants most in his heart?
When he was young and lying on the bed in the orphanage, hungry and cold, all he wanted most was to have a full meal.
After he was accepted into the apprenticeship by his master and had high hopes, what he wanted most was to practice hard and live up to his master's expectations.
When he went down the mountain to practice saving people, what he wanted most was to gain merit so that he could take a step further on the path of spiritual practice.
He is a very self-disciplined person and will work hard to achieve the goals he needs to achieve at every stage.
These goals are either for yourself or for others.
But when these goals were achieved one by one, he actually felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.
After achieving these goals, what should he do?
What meaning does the realization of these goals mean to him?
He was grateful to his master, so he embarked on the road of spiritual practice.
Is the road of spiritual practice really what he likes?
Is the path to immortality really his lifelong pursuit?
Is the goal for which he strives for his whole life really the most important thing in his heart?
What do you want?
He doesn't know.
Before he was in this illusory realm, he always thought he knew.
But everything in front of him seemed to be telling his self-deception.
A thin layer of mist floated in from nowhere and quickly enveloped this illusory realm.
He started walking in the fog in a daze, and suddenly he heard a crisp sound.
He immediately walked over there and saw a Taoist priest desperately grabbing gold and silver jewelry and stuffing it into his backpack.
There seems to be an endless supply of gold, silver and jewelry, and there seems to be infinite space in the backpack.
The Taoist priest's eyes were so red that he didn't even notice that a person appeared behind him.
If he breaks through now, he might be regarded as an enemy by the Taoist priest and fight with him, Cheng Jing thought to himself, and then withdrew from this area.
Maybe I am an indifferent person, Cheng Jing thought.
In the past, under the education of his masters, Cheng Jing would take the initiative to lend a helping hand when his fellow comrades were in trouble, but today in this phantom realm, his true nature seemed to be lured out bit by bit, and he was completely gone.
The appearance of a gentleman.
After a while, Cheng Jing heard another sound.
He realized what was going on and walked over there again.
This time, he saw the skinny old man wielding his wooden sword to resist evil spirits.
The skinny old Taoist was killing with all his strength, and his eyes turned red just like the man who was obsessed with money.
Cheng Jing also stood quietly and did not come forward to disturb him.
Although this person was his biological uncle, Cheng Jing did not get along with him very well, so when he saw that the other person was in a state of excitement, Cheng Jing did not step forward to persuade him.
I am really an indifferent person, and Cheng Jing's understanding of myself has deepened again.
He stood blankly in the mist for a long time.
This time, it was not until the sound of flipping books appeared in his ears that his attention was attracted.
He walked over and found that the man who was desperately reading the Taoist scriptures was his master.
The short and fat Taoist priest was like a round ball, constantly rolling among the countless Taoist scriptures.
Cheng Jing knew that this was his master's wish.
The inheritance of Yu Qingdao was flawed.
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Cheng Jing's master had always been happy to receive such a good talent and quality as Cheng Jing, but at the same time he felt guilty because the inheritance of Yu Qingdao was damaged and could not help Cheng Jing reach a higher level.
Therefore, his lifelong obsession is to complete the Taoist tradition of Yu Qingdao and allow Cheng Jing to go further on the road.
This is also the obsession of Yu Qingdao's predecessors in the past generations.
Seeing the master who had adopted him for eighteen years busy reading the Taoist scriptures, the emotion in Cheng Jing's heart was finally touched.
He stepped forward and wanted to wake up the master whose eyes were also red, but found that the short and fat Taoist priest was holding the Taoist scriptures.
The Taoist Scriptures are not blank, but filled with writing.
Cheng Jing saw at a glance that what was recorded in the Taoist scripture seemed to be the incomplete Taoist tradition of their Yuqing sect.
He turned these few words of meaning in his heart, and unexpectedly discovered that they were in line with the fundamentals of the Yuqing sect.
Dafa was in perfect harmony, and his bottleneck seemed to have been touched.
This is actually the lost tradition of Yu Qingdao He took a deep breath, and at this moment a soft word seemed to appear in his ear, "Why, I'm surprised."
Changli was sitting in the main tomb chamber, and the water mirror in front of him showed Cheng Jing's shocked expression.
Yu Qingdao's Taoism was created by a Jindan master.
With Changli's realm, even if he has never seen the original, he wants to make up for it.
It’s easy to be all natural.
Of course, due to the addition of Chang Li, the fundamental method of Yu Qing Dao has even improved to a higher level than before.
If the people of Yu Qing Dao could cultivate to the golden elixir realm before, then they can probably cultivate to the Nascent Soul now.
Cheng Jing was full of doubts about what that person wanted to do.
If he was full of hostility towards this group of people, then he would not let Cheng Jing go at all, let alone specifically advise him on how to get out of the fantasy realm.
If he didn't care about this group of people at all, then he wouldn't have created the illusion at all, and would still watch them as if they were watching a good show.
If he just regarded them as ants that could be beaten to death at any time, then what did he mean when he asked Cheng Jing to find his true body?
Cheng Jing turned around and walked towards the ancient bronze coffin step by step.
He thought he might know a way to leave the fantasy realm.
With an indifferent expression, he took out a few Lei Zhenzi that he carried with him, and then threw them on the ancient bronze coffin.
A loud bang broke out, and the ancient bronze coffin was blown to pieces, and it enveloped Cheng Jing.
The fog also dissipated, and it was obvious that the phantom realm was about to disappear.
This ancient bronze coffin hides the core of the fantasy world.
As long as it is destroyed, it can return to reality.
The ancient bronze coffins in front of others were all fake.
Only the one in front of Cheng Jing was real, so only Cheng Jing had the ability to break the illusion.
Chang Li told Cheng Jing from the beginning that whatever you want will appear in the fantasy realm.
All Cheng Jing wants now is to break the illusion, and then the real core of the illusion will appear in front of him.
Chang Li sat in the main tomb, watching what Cheng Jing did.
He clapped his hands in approval, then waved away the water mirror and said again, "What a smart little kid
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