When Ji Yuan walked on the quiet path, with the steps of his steps, the scenery on the left and right sides of him immediately gradually became blurred, and as soon as he took five or six steps, a faint white mist rose around him, and at a glance it seemed that there was a picture flickering.

Quietly, a strange fluctuation came from the path, and faintly a formation pattern emerged, filled with an obscure atmosphere.

As he walked forward, he also drove the white mist around him, whether he would roll up one or two pictures and flash them, but he couldn't see the content clearly, only an extremely familiar feeling came to his heart.

It's as if those images come from his memories, all of them are scenes he has experienced.

Ji Yuan's gaze gradually became a little blurred, and he subconsciously walked forward, his face was dull as if he had lost his soul.

In a trance, he seemed to see his past, and familiar faces appeared in front of him, including the master and brothers, the uncles and aunts around the Taoist temple, and the old people who were always chatting and playing chess at the entrance of the alley.

Obviously, his vision has gradually blurred, but the picture in the white fog around him is becoming clearer and clearer, he seems to be walking on the streets of Qianyu City, and even the faces of those vendors and passers-by can be clearly seen.

As soon as he stepped down, he came to the small courtyard of the slum, where there was a scruffy-looking scholar who was shaking his head and reading aloud a book of saint's articles.

Another step, and very naturally appeared in the century-old temple, under an old tree in front of him, the young monk turned the rosary with one hand, and gently tapped the wooden fish with the other.

Ji Yuan stopped silently, the scene in front of him gradually receded, turning into a picture and floating in the white mist on the right, and on the fog on his left hand was a small courtyard with scholars suspended.

There is not only the sound of reading aloud in my ears, but also the solemn chanting sound, which is both so familiar and so unfamiliar.

After a long time, when he took another step, the images on both sides slowly dissipated like dust and smoke, and two different voices gradually faded away behind him.

Suddenly, an endless flood of darkness came flooding in, engulfing all light almost instantaneously......

Ji Yuan walked forward as if he had lost his mind, walking alone in the boundless darkness, where time seemed to not exist, leaving only the infinite loneliness that could make people collapse.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sudden sound in front of him, and the darkness in front of him slowly dissipated, and a picture of Joan appeared in front of him.

Under the dim sky, a young Taoist priest stood with a sword, silently looking at his former best friend in front of him, the scholar who had given up all his fame for the hopeless group of people.

Ji Yuan watched quietly with lost eyes, and after seeing himself in the picture and killing his former best friend with his own hands, a trace of fluctuation finally appeared in his eyes.

In silence, he suddenly turned his gaze to the side, looking at the monk who was already in a coma in the corner of the frame, and suddenly there was an indescribable feeling spreading in his heart.

"Interesting?"

He asked in a deep voice, his voice slowly spreading through the darkness.

As the sound gradually fell, his eyes flashed with clarity, and then gradually returned to his normal look.

After a long time, seeing that no one responded, Ji Yuan gently waved his hand to erase the picture in front of him, although the movement was slow but very firm, without the slightest hesitation.

And as the picture in front of him gradually dissipated, the darkness around him receded little by little, and a few rays of light squeezed in one after another.

At the same time, the silence of the place was broken by a loud noise, and as the darkness receded completely, he found himself standing in the streets of Qianyu City, surrounded by pedestrians coming and going.

On the street corner not far away, there are still a few vendors selling snacks, wontons, Yangchun noodles, scallion pancakes, etc., and the rich fragrance fills the whole street.

"Such a real illusion......

Ji Yuan muttered to himself in a low voice, everything in front of him made him feel like he had returned to Qianyu City.

Although I knew that I was in a fantasy world, everything in front of me was extremely real, and I could even smell the aroma of food in the air.

He was suddenly stunned, and his eyes fell on the boy not far away, looking at the set of washes

Some white robes, and an indescribable feeling suddenly rose in my heart.

"There's no end to it......

After a long time, he couldn't help but sigh, and there was a little helplessness on his face.

Since entering the underground dojo, he has encountered more and more illusions and illusions, but almost every time, this memory in his heart will be evoked.

Shaking his head, Ji Yuan walked forward, and immediately came to his childhood self.

He held the young man's head with one hand, struck him heavily on his forehead with the other, and then pulled it to the side, and continued to walk forward without looking.

Ever since he cut off his childhood evil thoughts with sword intent in the illusion of a disciple of Mochizuki Gate, he has no longer been fluctuating because of this, and he can calmly accept his former self.

"You can't be clean!"

The boy behind him shouted with all his might, "You think you've cut off your evil thoughts, but you're just running away from your past, but what has happened is still there no matter how hard you try!"

As soon as the sound started, Ji Yuan stopped, waited for the sound to fall slowly, and couldn't help sighing.

He didn't turn around, because he already knew in his heart that the boy behind him was not really his younger self, but the host of the illusion.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that after contemplating the twelfth method, the stone tablet did not ask him a single question as the previous eleven times, and it directly turned into fine sand all over the ground.

Now it seems that this is the belated question.

"The past is like smoke, the past is like dust, everything should be dispersed with the wind, the so-called existence or not is just a memory."

He didn't think about it, so he turned his back to "his young self" and said, "No matter how it was, it may have some impact, but it can't determine the future."

When he fell for the illusion of the disciples of the Mochizuki Gate, he was also reminded of his past memories and saw himself who was full of evil thoughts when he was a child.

That time, Ji Yuan not only cut off the evil thoughts of the past with sword intent, but also gained a lot of insights and understood a very simple truth.

The past is the past after all, and no matter how many things happen, the only thing that really determines the future is the present.

As soon as the words fell, he stopped moving, and walked forward with a slow but determined footsteps, and with each step he fell, the scene around him quickly faded away.

It's as if as he says, all the past will eventually drift away with the wind.

When all illusions were completely gone, a white light suddenly filled his vision, and when he got used to the light in front of him, he found that he had returned to the quiet path.

It's just that at this time, the path is already full of white mist, and he has come to the end.

Ji Yuan glanced ahead, and immediately saw that behind the end, there was a dense bamboo forest, in which there was a small clearing, at best, only seven or eight zhang in size.

In the clearing between the bamboo forests, there are several tables made of green bamboo, but they are empty and there is nothing on them.

And around the table tables, there were seven figures including Huang Tianci, standing quietly opposite each other, and there was a very strange atmosphere between them.

After a little groaning, Ji Yuan stepped forward a few steps to this place, and he was only seven or eight steps away from the few people in front of him.

"You're the only one who has walked to this place at the moment."

Huang Tianci turned around slowly, smiling, "Congratulations."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Ji Yuan seemed a little silent, although the other party still had a smile on his face, he was already very tired.

Even in those eyes, there was a twilight that seemed to have gone through thousands of years.

"These people ......"

He sighed in his heart, and then turned to look at Xu Luoxuan and the others next to him.

The six men and women stood like puppets, with no expression on their faces, and even their eyes lost their due look, and they could no longer feel the slightest breath.

"These are my former friends, who traveled the world together when they were young, and even though they are all from the mountains and fields, they are still moving forward with hope."

Huang Tianci sighed, and a look of remembrance appeared in his eyes.

It's a pity that his former friend has long passed away in the long years, and now it is just a dream bubble that he barely showed up after paying a great price by special means.

Without the blessing of his divine thoughts, without the infusion of memories from the past, there is only such a body left.

Shaking his head, Huang Tianci waved his hand lightly, and then a breeze gently swept by, causing the figures of the six people to turn into dust and smoke, which slowly dissipated in front of him.

"You are the master of the Water Mansion, the former Dan Dao Grandmaster."

After a long time, Ji Yuan spoke up, but he didn't have the slightest doubt, but he had already affirmed the identity of the other party.

Hearing this, Huang Tianci nodded lightly, and did not deny this, and even had a halo on his body, and then turned into an old man with white hair and beard.

"After thousands of years, this dojo has finally reappeared in the world, and if it were a few more years, I really wouldn't be able to hold on."

He shook his head and sighed, but the thought of being able to walk outside the Water Mansion with his "friends" again, and deal with the monks of all shapes and shapes, couldn't help but put a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"River Water Shinto?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows, and a guess suddenly appeared in his heart.

Sure enough, the old man in front of him nodded, and a faint fluctuation of divine power appeared on his body, which proved the conjecture in his heart.

This person didn't know how to escape thousands of years ago, but under the influence of the power of heavenly punishment and other factors, he had no choice but to use the method of "River Water Divine Dao" to transform himself into a water god.

It is precisely because of this that the other party has been able to persist until now, but it is only thousands of years, which is too reluctant for a god who has no incense wishing power.

If it weren't for Huang Tianci as the Dan Dao Sect Master, and the fact that Shuifu had not been affected by the great war of the past year, and that there were a large number of elixirs, I am afraid he would not have been able to persist until now.