This night, Chen Changsheng tried many methods, but in the end they all failed.

The soul fire originated from fate, and it was really difficult to make it burn more vigorously, and Chen Changsheng also found that the stronger his cultivation was, the more difficult it was for the soul fire to flourish.

Just like a mortal, he only needs one pill to prolong his lifespan, but it is especially difficult for a monk who has cultivated to the depths to increase his longevity every time.

Cutting off cultivation and turning into a mortal may be a method.

But......

Chen Changsheng cultivates the divine soul, there is no reason to re-cultivate, maybe that's it.

Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng raised his eyebrows.

"Could it be that my hair was not deliberately planned by me in my previous life, but I discovered such a method at the beginning, so I wanted to seek a change, so I hid my mana in my hair."

Chen Changsheng thought about it, but found that something was wrong.

"No...... right"

Isn't cultivation a direct way to make the soul fire burn more vigorously?

But over the years, the time he has been awake doesn't seem to have increased much.

It shouldn't be.

Chen Changsheng stood up suddenly.

He paced back and forth in the courtyard, and suddenly understood.

"Isn't it ......"

"That's it, that's how it should be!!"

"I'm not really immortal, so the two thousand years of mayfly curse is not a catastrophe, but a time when my life is at the end of my life!"

"It's just that my Shouyuan has been divided!"

This is also the reason why he has grown well in cultivation, but he has not grown much during his time on earth.

That's why his soul fire is so weak, and the method of turning into a mortal to increase his soul fire is actually useless.

So as long as he has enough longevity, then he can always exist in the world.

Chen Changsheng figured out how to break the mayfly curse, but he calmed down again.

Seem......

There's nothing you can do about it.

He also probably knew some about the things in his previous life, and his cultivation at that time was quite high, and he was even able to wake up once for a year, but in the end, he didn't break the curse.

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but feel a little irritable.

"I thought I had found a way, but it turned out to be just empty joy."

Chen Changsheng shook his head and smiled, thinking that he was really taking it for granted.

In his previous life, the problems that had not been solved in his previous life, how could he solve them so easily when he came here.

Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, only to see that the sky was already dawning.

Only then did he remember that he had planned to ponder the true fire that night.

"It's not without gain, at least I know why I can only wake up for this little time."

Chen Changsheng got up and looked at the rising sun outside, he sighed, and then asked himself again.

Is there any reason why he has to live?

It doesn't seem to be.

It is said to be immortal, but in fact, it is just a fake immortality.

There will be his footprints in the years, and he is just a person who occasionally appears.

What he really grieves about is the frustration of waking up day by day, if it is only a hundred days, let him live through these hundred days completely, he is also willing.

But this is like an insurmountable chasm, which has been entangled and tormented him......

Chen Changsheng is painful, and since he appeared in this world, he has been miserable.

……

In the morning, Wang Sanniang went to set up a stall on the street.

Ruyi and Ping'an came to the courtyard, but they found that Uncle Chen didn't seem to be happy today, and he was often thinking about something.

Ruyi asked, "Is Uncle Chen sick like Ruyi?" ”

Chen Changsheng paused when he heard this, and asked, "Why do you say that?" ”

Ruyi said: "Ruyi is like this when he is sick, he is always unenergetic, and he often thinks about things and goes to the side of the mountain." ”

Chen Changsheng smiled when he heard this, he touched Ruyi's head and said, "Your Uncle Chen and I are not sick, but we have encountered some troubles. ”

Ruyi blinked after hearing this: "If Uncle Chen is sick, remember to go to the doctor, my mother said that if you are sick, you have to drink medicine to get better, and Dr. Wang in the workshop is amazing, Ruyi drank two pairs of medicine and was all fine, and now they are all alive." ”

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile again when he heard this.

After saying so much, Ruyi still felt that he was sick.

Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he suddenly said something in his heart.

Maybe I'm really sick. ’

It seems that Old Man Huang also said the same thing about him before.

Chen Changsheng thought about it, and maybe he should find something to do.

And I'm going to run out of money lately.

Find a job so that you don't feel like an outsider in the world.

When Wang Sanniang came back from the street.

Chen Changsheng asked Sanniang if there was a shortage of people in Qingshan City recently.

Wang Sanniang was a little surprised after hearing this: "Brother Chen, has it been a little difficult recently? ”

Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "That's not true, I just feel that it's not a matter to be idle all the time, and I want to find something to do." ”

Wang Sanniang said: "If there is any difficulty, Brother Chen remember to tell me, how much can he help." ”

Chen Changsheng repeatedly said that this was not the reason, and Wang Sanniang let go of her worries and talked about finding a job.

Sanniang and a woman don't know much, and she hasn't been setting up a stall for a long time, so she doesn't know much about it.

Wang Sanniang remembered something and said: "By the way, I saw that the shopkeeper of Tang Ji Teahouse was looking for a storyteller, it is a job on the table, and the salary should be a lot, do you want to try it?" ”

"Mr. Storyteller......"

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Maybe you can try." ”

Wang Sanniang said: "Brother Chen is knowledgeable, so it should be no problem. ”

Chen Changsheng said: "That's not the case, Mr. Storyteller doesn't just make money by lip service. ”

There is no easy job in the Nine Streams.

Wang Sanniang also agreed with what Chen Changsheng said, she has seen a lot of stalls in the past few days, and it is indeed not easy.

Taking advantage of this idle time, Chen Changsheng planned to take a look.

Tang Ji Teahouse is not too far away, and Chen Changsheng only walked for half an hour to get to the place.

There are quite a lot of people in the teahouse at this hour.

It was dusk, and it was a cool time, so it was very comfortable to sit idly with such a bowl of herbal tea.

The guy in the teahouse was busy serving tea, Chen Changsheng went directly to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper of the Tang Ji teahouse was not surnamed Tang, and most of the tea customers who came and went called him the shopkeeper, thinking that there was an owner in the back.

The shopkeeper of Zhuang saw that people came forward, so he said: "The guest officer will sit in the tea drink, and there will be a guy to serve tea in a while." ”

Chen Changsheng said: "Shopkeeper, Chen is not here to drink tea, but wants to ask the storyteller about his work." ”

Shopkeeper Zhuang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he got up and said, "Brother, please." ”

Looking at the shopkeeper's look, it seems that Tang Ji Teahouse is indeed in a hurry to ask for a storyteller.