My Simulated Longevity

, my simulated path to immortality

"Between life and death, there is great terror!"

"Between life and death, there are great opportunities!"

"Ordinary mortals, when faced with the threat of death, will explode with power far beyond ordinary. What about monks like us?"

Zhong Shentong's expression became serious and he said seriously.

"The greater the pressure, the greater the motivation. What pressure can be stronger than death?"

"With the help of the dead line, the speed of practice and the ability to comprehend will be a thousand times higher than usual."

"This is my personal experience, absolutely true!"

"If fellow Taoist masters can master this kind of power, they can cultivate to the Nascent Soul before their lifespan ends. It will definitely not be difficult!"

Zhong Shen communicated swornly.

"It's true as fellow Taoist said, then why are there monks in the world who are trapped for a lifetime and unable to break through until death?" Li Fan said helplessly.

Zhong Shentong was slightly startled, and after thinking carefully, he quickly came up with an answer.

"Then it must be that they are not afraid of death enough!"

"I understand! Fellow Taoist is now detached and open-minded, regardless of life and death. I'm worried that I can't practice with the pressure of death, right!" Zhong Shentong suddenly realized.

"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"

"Don't worry. Among the "Mysterious Skills of Life and Death" that I practice, there is a "Life and Death Induction Chapter". After studying it, you can fully understand the preciousness of life and the horror of death."

Li Fan carefully looked at the old man in front of him.

I feel that this Zhong Shentong's thinking is a little different from ordinary people.

Could it be that practicing this "Xuan Gong of Life and Death" damaged your brain? Are you just telling the people you meet for the first time the skills you practice?

He replied seriously: "My Taoist friend's skills are mysterious and wonderful. I admire you."

"But the Dharma cannot be practiced by the same people. I am not blessed to be able to accept the exercises of fellow Taoists..."

Zhong Shentong interrupted Li Fan nonchalantly: "This is why I came to find my fellow Taoist."

"Please, fellow Taoist, teach me how to put life and death at risk?"

"How can I be like fellow Taoist and not afraid of death?"

"If you can conquer the fear of death, then I will surely be free!"

Zhong Shentong said somewhat eagerly.

When Li Fan heard this, he was suddenly stunned.

"Zhong Daoyou, you..."

Zhong Shentong waved his hand: "I know fellow Taoists may not understand. But this is the fact. I really don't want to live now."

"I have lived in this world for one hundred and sixty-eight years, and I have seen all kinds of hardships."

"Everything in the world is no longer interesting to me."

"Fighting over skills, treasures, territory, and lifespan..."

"Haha, I just think they are noisy."

"If possible, I would have killed myself."

Having said this, a trace of helplessness flashed in Zhong Shentong's eyes: "But the "Mysterious Art of Life and Death" I practice has made it impossible for me to fight against the instinctive fear of death in my heart."

"Whenever I have thoughts of committing suicide, my instinct will make me do something against my will."

"In order to stop practicing, I even thought about handing over the skills to other monks to practice."

"But often soon after, when I feel that my cultivation speed is getting slower and slower, as if I am getting closer to death, I will lose my mind and find the other person and kill him."

"So after I heard about Taoist monks' deeds of not being afraid of death, I traveled thousands of miles to come and ask for advice."

Zhong Shentong said sincerely.

Li Fan was silent.

If Li Fan is a persistent seeker of immortality, then this Zhong Shentong is a suicidal person who has had enough of life.

However, he was tragically restrained by his own skills and unable to commit suicide.

Resulting in some schizophrenic painful conditions.

"Can't you even do it by yourself?" Li Fan asked.

Zhong Shentong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"This "Mysterious Skill of Life and Death" is really weird." Li Fan heard this and thought to himself.

Regarding the current situation of Zhong Shentong, Li Fan could only do nothing to help.

Li Fan is not afraid of life and death, but he simply doesn't know how to die.

If he really encountered something that could truly endanger his life, he would definitely run faster than anyone else.

After thinking about it, Li Fan said very sincerely: "My situation may be of no use to fellow Taoists."

"I'm just open-minded by nature, there's nothing special about me."

Zhong Shentong said quickly: "I understand. I understand."

"But the fear of death is human nature. How do fellow Taoists overcome it?"

Seeing that he looked like he would not give up until he reached the Yellow River, Li Fan had no choice but to blurt out: "It's not that I'm not afraid. I just thought that when a person dies, it must be a real death?"

"Maybe, after death, you can really live, right?"

"Have you ever heard of the story of [The Brain in the Cauldron], fellow Taoist?"

"Or have you ever heard of rumors about [Real Dreams]?"

Li Fan said whatever he thought of.

Zhong Shentong's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Listening to your words is worth a hundred years of enlightenment."

"That's right, that's right. Death is not the end, but the ushering in of true new life." After hearing what Li Fan said, he seemed to be in a daze and muttered to himself.

"No need to be afraid at all..."

I don't know how long it took, but his face looked relieved, as if he had realized something.

However, a dangerous colorful light suddenly appeared on Lao Dao's body.

Zhong Shentong himself sneered: "You still want to scare me. I have already understood the old way."

"It's all just an illusion. Death is life. Only when everyone is dead can there be life!"

The colorful divine light was moving faster and faster. Li Fan secretly felt that something was not good and quietly retreated.

"Explore everything and foresee the truth!"

Zhong Shentong raised his right palm, with a determined expression on his face, and was about to slap it down on the top of his head.

"Friend Zhong Dao! "Induction of Life and Death"!"

Li Fan shouted.

Zhong Shentong's movements suddenly stopped.

With a slight finger, a jade slip flew towards Li Fan.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Li Fan, I'll go first!"

After saying that, Zhong Shentong continued to take pictures.

At this moment, his left palm was out of control and suddenly stretched out to block his right palm.

Zhong Shentong's expression suddenly turned fierce.

"Dare to block my path? Die!"

A seven-colored divine light emitted from the right palm and went straight to the left palm.

At the same time, another ray of light shot out from the left palm in time.

After the two rays of light collided, they canceled each other out.

However, Zhong Shentong himself did not stop and cursed in a low voice.

At the same time, there seemed to be two mortal enemies in his body, fighting each other to the death with each move.

Colorful divine light flew across the sky, activating the protective formations within the stronghold.

He Chen, who was outside, heard the commotion inside and hurried in.

Seeing the crazy Zhong Shentong, he looked at Li Fan with some surprise.

Li Fan shrugged, signaling him not to act rashly.

As time goes by, the battle between the two personalities in Zhong Shentong's body becomes more and more intense.

The small Jiaxu stronghold could no longer accommodate him.

As the colorful brilliance continued to shine, he disappeared into the depths of the Yuan-devouring white mist.

The people watching the excitement in the stronghold were talking a lot.

Li Fan, on the other hand, quietly came to the secret practice room and read the jade slips that Zhong Shentong had submitted before.