my simulation longevity

Chapter 1408: The Secret of the Dharma is Finally Solved

The thin little boy, who looked no more than seven or eight years old, was lying on the thatched roof, looking up at the sky.

After hearing his mother's call, he was about to get up, but accidentally lost his balance and fell directly from the roof.

Fortunately, he fell on the haystack below and was not injured.

Goudan seemed to be used to it. He patted himself, straightened his clothes, and trotted all the way home.

At the dinner table, while picking up some food for Goudan, his mother scolded him, "Are you going to the east end of the village to play again? I told you to stay away from that lunatic!"

Goudan wolfed down his food and said nonchalantly, "I think Uncle Crazy is a nice guy. He's not as scary as you say."

Goudan's father, who was used to being taciturn and had not said a word since the start of the meal, put down his chopsticks and slapped Goudan on the head after hearing what Goudan said.

"You know nothing! There are so many people in the village who don't believe in evil. Do you know what happened to them in the end? If I tell you to stay away from him, then stay away from him!"

Under the iron fist, Goudan did not dare to refute. But in his heart he was still unconvinced and just ate his food in silence.

After that, although it was obvious, Goudan no longer went to Uncle Feng's house.

But whenever he had the chance, Goudan would secretly bring some delicious food and visit Uncle Feng.

Crazy Uncle is what Goudan calls him. The villagers simply call him Crazy Man.

He is also a member of the village. He lost both his parents when he was young and grew up eating at other people's homes. When he was young, he was quite normal. But as he gradually entered middle age, he became a little crazy.

He often mutters strange words.

Things like “I saw many of myself” and “I am not myself at all”. Sometimes he would even point at someone in the village and yell in horror: “Aren’t you dead?”

And in all likelihood, the villagers who were cursed by him would suddenly die soon after.

Immortals and gods do exist in this world. The villagers are convinced that the madman must be related to those mysterious powers. In order to avoid getting into trouble again, the villagers decided to unite and expel the madman.

But there seemed to be something in the village that he was extremely concerned about. After sensing the villagers' ill will, the madman suddenly attacked and hurt people.

Goudan didn't know exactly how many people died that day, but from then on, the villagers chose to avoid the madman and keep their distance.

Only a young and inexperienced person like Goudan would dare to approach a madman.

The madman stayed in his ancestral house all year round. It was dark and dark without sunlight. He curled up in a corner, repeating something in a low voice.

At first, Goudan accidentally entered the house while playing hide-and-seek with his friends. He was frightened by the eerie atmosphere in the house.

However, when he heard the madman's mumbling, although he didn't understand what those syllables meant, Goudan couldn't help but be deeply attracted by it.

Only when he heard the shouts of his friends outside the house did Goudan reluctantly leave. From then on, whenever Goudan was distracted, he would hear the madman's whispers in his ears.

Finally, one day, Goudan could no longer control the temptation in his heart and came to the madman's small dark room again.

He even brought a roast duck out of courtesy.

It seemed that the aroma of the food briefly awakened the madman's mind. He stopped talking and snatched the roast duck without hesitation and devoured it.

After a hearty meal, the madman, who was now sober, just warned Goudan to stay away from him.

How could Goudan, who had been cheated out of a roast duck, let it go? Naturally, he didn't want to leave. He even asked the madman about the words he kept muttering.

The madman remained silent at first.

Then they dug out a pile of wooden tablets from the ruins of the house, saying that these were the tablets of their ancestors.

He didn't know what he said when he was crazy. However, this strange disease has been with the Xuanyuan clan since ancient times.

Fortunately, only one person in a generation will suffer from this strange disease. As the Xuanyuan clan gradually expanded, not many people in the human race remembered this genetic disease.

"This curse will end here." The madman rearranged the tablets on the ground in order. When it was his turn, he only put an empty wooden tablet.

Then, in Goudan's shocked eyes, all the tablets caught fire without wind and turned into ashes in the small wooden house in an instant.

Goudan asked again about the inexplicable deaths of the villagers.

The crazy uncle showed a pale smile: "What does a destined death have to do with me? The rooster crows, and the sky becomes bright. Could it be that the sun in the sky was really caused by the crowing of a rooster?"

"Goudan, you have to know that everything in the world has already happened countless times. This is just another rehearsal. For example, you..."

Crazy Uncle stared at Goudan closely, and then a look of extreme fear slowly appeared on his face. After the fear, he began to become crazy again. Before he completely lost his mind, he casually threw Goudan out of the door.

Since that day, Goudan secretly believed that this crazy uncle must be hiding some big secret.

Although the young Goudan could not understand what Uncle Crazy said, he firmly believed that the secret of Uncle Crazy was most likely related to the legendary immortal!

To this end, Goudan tried every possible means to find out the real name of his crazy uncle from his father.

Xuanyuan Saint.

Even though everyone in the village has the surname Xuanyuan, Goudan thinks Uncle Feng's name is particularly good.

In the days that followed, Crazy Uncle's madness became more and more serious. Even Goudan's attempt to comfort him with food was no longer effective.

Goudan could only climb to the roof of Crazy Uncle’s house, close his eyes and listen to the increasingly weird voices coming from Crazy Uncle below.

Every time Goudan heard Uncle Crazy's voice, which seemed particularly creepy to outsiders, he would sleep particularly soundly.

This kind of life continued until Goudan was nine years old.

One night, a deafening explosion suddenly occurred in the village. After being awakened, the villagers discovered that the explosion came from Xuanyuan Sheng's house.

When everyone arrived, they found that the place had been razed to the ground for some unknown reason.

The death of Crazy Uncle did not cause much commotion. In the eyes of the vast majority of Xuanyuan people, the disappearance of Xuanyuan Sheng, the scourge, was actually a good thing.

Only Goudan felt extremely sad about the death of Crazy Uncle. He went to the accident scene and searched carefully when no one was around. Unfortunately, he found nothing except a burnt tablet.

The wooden sign was burned to the point where only a corner was left. Goudan was illiterate, so he took it to ask a literate adult in the village, and only then did he figure out that it was the Chinese character "宏".

"Xuanyuan Hong."

Goudan has a very good memory. He vaguely remembers that when Uncle Feng was arranging the tablets on the ground in order, this tablet seemed to be placed solemnly in the first position by Uncle Feng.

Knowing that it was his ancestral tablet, Goudan did not dare to keep it privately.

After kneeling respectfully, Goudan burned the remaining wooden sign with fire.

Xuanyuan Village has been peaceful since ancient times.

After Xuanyuan Sheng's death, the village returned to its peaceful life. As Goudan grew up, the villagers no longer called him "Goudan".

Instead, he called out his name, Xuanyuan Tuo.

Xuanyuan Tuo's life trajectory is just like that of other villagers.

Sowing, cultivating, harvesting. Marrying, getting a wife, and having children.

But in his spare time, Xuanyuan Tuo would vaguely recall the murmurs of the crazy uncle in his mind.

No matter how time passes, that mysterious melody will always remain in his mind and never fade.

As Xuanyuan Tuo grows older, his life seems to be doomed.

Until Xuanyuan Tuo was fifty years old.

Xuanyuan Tuo's son died of illness, and his wife, unable to bear the pain of losing her son, died soon after.

In less than half a year, he lost two of his closest relatives one after another. Xuanyuan Tuo was devastated.

I feel like life is meaningless and I always want to end my life.

But at the critical moment, the mysterious music that accompanied him all the way to his childhood sounded again, dispelling the dark thoughts in his mind.

Xuanyuan Tuo sat there in a daze for several days, and the grief in his heart slowly subsided.

He had no plans to marry again and have children.

Instead, a thought rose in my mind like a flame, and then spread like wildfire, becoming unstoppable.

Having witnessed the passing of his loved ones, Xuanyuan Tuo deeply realized the fragility of life.

Thinking that he was already over fifty years old, and that he might soon follow in the footsteps of the deceased, Xuanyuan Tuo felt extremely terrified.

He sat there for two days without eating or drinking.

Xuanyuan Tuo finally decided to cultivate immortality and seek longevity!

For an old farmer who is nearly fifty years old, seeking immortals and asking for the way seems like a complete joke.

Xuanyuan Tuo also knew how ridiculous his decision was.

So he didn't say anything, but quietly packed his luggage and left Xuanyuan Village.

Alone, he embarked on the journey to seek immortality.

Fortunately, the immortal way is flourishing in this world, and the immortals are not hiding from the world. On the contrary, in almost every big town, you can occasionally see the figures of immortals flying in the air.

After enduring countless ridicules, Xuanyuan Tuo finally found out the location of the nearest immortal cultivation sect.

Return to Yuan Sect!
After going through untold hardships along the way, Xuanyuan Tuo finally arrived outside Guiyuan Sect.

He was shocked to find that there were hundreds of people like him gathered here. Most of them were children with followers. He was the only one like him who was still thinking about cultivating immortality even though half of his body was buried in the ground.

After some inquiries, Xuanyuan Tuo finally understood why everyone was gathering outside the mountain gate. It was because it was not yet time for Guiyuan Sect to recruit disciples, and the sect protection formation was activated to cover the mountains, making it impossible for mortals to enter the immortal resort.

Xuanyuan Tuo asked again when the next disciple-recruiting ceremony would be held, but he heard that it would be three years later.

He had thought of waiting outside the mountain gate like these people. But for some reason, Xuanyuan Tuo looked at the Xianmen defense formation that everyone feared like a tiger, but he didn't feel it was very scary.

As he was about to make a move, Xuanyuan Tuo, who had always been bold, decided to take a risk.

The result was just as he expected. He didn't encounter any danger along the way. He just walked to the gate of Guiyuan Sect smoothly!
Xuanyuan Tuo was overjoyed to meet the immortal. He wanted to become his disciple, but was mercilessly mocked by the immortal.

Fortunately, when he was about to be forcibly expelled, an immortal named Xu, perhaps out of pity for him, gave him a book of introductory immortal methods and promised that if he cultivated spiritual power within a year, he could come back to him.

Although he did not formally join the immortal sect this time, he did learn some immortal skills after all.

Xuanyuan Tuo kept the book close to his body and bypassed the group of people who were still waiting at the mountain gate. And for safety reasons, he also traveled a long distance to a mortal town farther away.

Xuanyuan Tuo himself was illiterate, so in order to practice his skills, he would ask for advice and learn from others whenever he had the chance along the way.

Although he was old, his brain was not bad at all. After arriving at the destination safely, Xuanyuan Tuo was able to recognize most of the words in the entry-level immortal method.

Without the guidance of a master, Xuanyuan Tuo had to figure things out on his own.

Immortal techniques are profound and difficult. Even the entry-level practice techniques cannot be successfully practiced by an old farmer who has never seen the world on his own.

Moreover, Xuanyuan Tuo was already in his 50s, and the best time for cultivation had long passed.

In addition, he has to earn money during the day to maintain his basic livelihood...

In a blink of an eye, the one-year period was about to pass. However, Xuanyuan Tuo had all his magic skills but still gained nothing.

"Even if I cultivate spiritual energy, I won't be able to return in time."

Xuanyuan Tuo felt almost completely hopeless.

"Practicing is too difficult for ordinary people like us."

He suddenly thought of the young immortal master he had seen in the city a few days ago. Although he was only a young man, he was already able to ride the wind freely.

How unfair is the way of heaven!
Despair, jealousy, fear...

Xuanyuan Tuo slumped on the ground, looking up at the sky.

“Why can’t everyone in the world practice cultivation?”

"Why does this restriction exist between heaven and earth?"

"This is a thief!"

Curses like this are all too common. They happen everywhere in the world, day and night, all the time.

But while Xuanyuan Tuo was cursing in his heart, the murmur of his very familiar crazy uncle Xuanyuan Sheng rang in his ears again.

But this time, it didn't disappear quickly.

Instead, it cycled over and over again until it completely filled his brain!

In a trance, Xuanyuan Tuo seemed to have returned to his childhood.

In that gloomy little dark room, Crazy Uncle stood among the tablets of Xuanyuan ancestors, with a ferocious look on his face.

"It appears again! The burning continues and the haunting continues!"

"Then let's die together!"

Suddenly, a blazing fire burst out from Xuanyuan Sheng's body.

Then he rushed towards the densely packed memorial tablets.

The dark flames gradually transferred from Xuanyuan Saint's body to those tablets.

Amid Xuanyuan Sheng's crazy laughter, the fire gradually engulfed everything.

In the end, only a corner of the one with the name Xuanyuan Hong written on it remained.

And then, he was picked up by Xuanyuan Tuo!
【Xuanyuan Hong】!
Three big characters appeared in my mind like a ghost. The gilded color gradually permeated with drops of blood.

Then it exploded with a loud bang!

Xuanyuan Tuo fainted because of this.

When he woke up, he stared at the sky, then looked at himself in the mirror.

Something seemed to be different.

After looking back at the introductory immortal method bestowed by the immortal master of Guiyuan Sect, Xuanyuan Tuo felt that it was extremely easy to understand.

even……

Some are too simple.

Xuanyuan Tuo is no longer in a hurry to achieve success in his cultivation and return to join Guiyuan Sect.

Instead, I started thinking about the question I had been thinking about before.

"Why can't everyone in this world practice cultivation?"

Xuanyuan Tuo knew that all things were created by nature and that people were different.

But is there any method that can enable everyone to practice cultivation regardless of the differences in talent?

The whispering sound that always accompanied him was no longer heard, and Xuanyuan Tuo felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

But at the same time, many images began to emerge in his mind.

Among them are scenes of countless plants, trees, and animals.

Some are faces that are both familiar and unfamiliar.

Others are scenes of dialogue whose meaning is unclear.

"How confident are you on this trip?"

"Just do your best and leave the rest to fate."

"That's not something you would say."

"The difference in strength is too great. The only option is to risk your life."

"Forget it, just go ahead. I don't know whether it will be a blessing or a curse."

……

Xuanyuan Tuo pressed his brow.

I seem to have forgotten some extremely important missions.

The chaotic memories cannot affect Xuanyuan Tuo's determination.

Instead, he made use of the countless fragments of memory that suddenly emerged in his mind.

Xuanyuan Tuo continued to think deeply about the previous question.

How can everyone practice cultivation?

The images that emerged in my mind became more and more numerous and complex.

Gradually pieced together the life of another powerful cultivator named [Venerable Heavenly Doctor].

But Xuanyuan Tuo relied on the obsession in his heart to temporarily suppress everything.

Continue to think mechanically.

I sat in the courtyard for thirty-three days.

On this day, Xuanyuan Tuo, who had become extremely thin, with only a thin layer of skin hanging on his bones and looking like a skeleton, suddenly stood up.

His eyes are as bright and shining as the stars in the sky.

He looked up at the sky and whispered to himself.

"I want to become an immortal, why should I ask the heavens for help? If the heavens don't give it to me, I will go and get it myself!"

"Following Heaven's will lead to mortals, but going against Heaven's will..."

"Zhexian!"

Xuanyuan Tuo's chest, which was originally hunched, straightened in an instant.

With his mortal body, he looked at the sky.

Although he didn't have any special aura, he seemed to be at no disadvantage.

He continued to chant: "So, the path to immortality is..."

“Absorb the spirit of heaven and earth to control their energy;
Borrowing the wonders of heaven and earth, to build the foundation of the Tao;

To peek into the laws of heaven and earth, to make the elixir;

Seize the essence of heaven and earth to become the Yuanying;

Draw the essence of heaven and earth to obtain their spirit;

Offering sacrifices to the spirits of heaven and earth, uniting one’s body with the Tao;

Going against the laws of heaven and earth to prove immortality!"

Xuanyuan Tuo spoke faster and faster, until he fell down due to exhaustion after the last sentence.

But he didn't get up. He just lay on the ground and laughed out loud.

Xuanyuan Tuo was too weak, and after getting what he wanted, he fell into a deep sleep.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was attracted spontaneously, rolling in and forming a whirlwind, lifting and protecting Xuanyuan Tuo in mid-air.

After a while, the strange phenomenon of spiritual energy filling the body gradually disappeared.

Xuanyuan Tuo slowly descended to the ground, his fifty-year-old body regained vitality. Although he still looked old, he was full of energy inside.

I don’t know how much time has passed…

Xuanyuan Tuo's face, which was in deep sleep, suddenly twitched violently.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

It just looks weird that there are no pupils and only whites of the eyes.

The voice also became older and deeper.

"Xuan Huang Tian Dao is more difficult to deal with than I expected."

"I almost got completely lost and couldn't regain consciousness."

"Ahem, I miscalculated."