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Su Chen was consumed by the illusion, standing there in a trance, his consciousness drawn into it. Just as the light of the illusion was about to approach Jiang Qingwu, the flowing mirror emitted a soft glow, like a transparent shield, protecting Jiang Qingwu from the illusion. However, at this moment, an inexplicably powerful force suddenly descended, like an invisible hand, dragging Jiang Qingwu's consciousness into Su Chen's illusionary world.

In this dreamlike world, everything felt both real and illusory. Su Chen, from a bystander's perspective, seemed to have traveled through a time tunnel, witnessing his own childhood, unable to distinguish reality from illusion. It was a quiet mountain village called Sujia Village. In the scene, a five-year-old boy sat quietly at his doorstep, intently selecting vegetables. From his facial resemblance to Su Chen's, Jiang Qingwu could clearly identify the boy as Su Chen himself.

The little boy's eyes were clear as water, gleaming with pure innocence. His tiny hands tightly grasped the vegetable leaves. Though his movements were a little clumsy, each time he picked the vegetables, he was filled with seriousness and concentration. He would occasionally look up toward the path at the village entrance, his eyes filled with anticipation, as if awaiting the arrival of someone or something.

As time went by, the sun gradually set in the west, its afterglow casting a golden shadow on the little boy. He frowned slightly, seeming a little worried, and muttered quietly, "Why haven't Mom and Dad come back yet? I've already picked the vegetables. I can cook when they come back." The sunlight shone on his childish face, reflecting his focused expression. He looked forward to cooking a delicious meal for his parents when they returned.

At this moment, an old man in a Taoist robe slowly approached. He had an ethereal demeanor and an extraordinary temperament. He called himself Wu Mo San Ren. "This is Yun Sheng's grandfather!" Jiang Qingwu exclaimed upon seeing the old man. "So Su Chen already knew Yun Sheng's grandfather so long ago."

Wu Mo Sanren keenly noticed Su Chen's exceptional talent for cultivation and, overjoyed, immediately decided to accept him as his last disciple. He walked up to Su Chen, squatted down, and smiled at him, "Little boy, what's your name?" Su Chen raised his head, looking at the stranger with some curiosity, and timidly replied, "My name is Su Chen."

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Mo Sanren's eyes. He stroked his beard and said, "Su Chen, you know that you have an extremely high talent for cultivating immortals. If you embark on the path of cultivating immortals, you will definitely achieve great things in the future. I am Wu Mo Sanren, and I would like to accept you as my closed disciple. Are you willing?"

Little Su Chen looked up at the mysterious old man, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Immortal cultivation? What's that?" he asked innocently, then hesitantly. "Can it make me as powerful as you? I saw you just descended from the sky, Grandpa?" Little Su Chen described it with excited gestures.

Wu Mo San Ren laughed heartily and patiently explained, "Cultivating immortality grants you magical powers, allowing you to help others and visit countless fascinating places. So, little Su Chen, do you want to come with me?" Little Su Chen's heart stirred. He imagined himself becoming an immortal, and a wave of yearning washed over him. "Then I'm going to cultivate immortality. I want to become incredibly powerful, and then protect Daddy, Mommy, and my friends," he said firmly.

Wu Mo Sanren smiled with satisfaction, but a beam of light flew towards him. Jiang Qingwu knew that it was an urgent letter. Wu Mo Sanren's face changed drastically after reading it, and then he said to Xiao Su Chen: "Xiao Su Chen, you wait for me here. I received an urgent letter and need to deal with some things. I will come back to pick you up soon. You must wait for me obediently!" After that, Wu Mo Sanren left in a hurry without waiting for Su Chen's reply.

When Su Chen saw Wu Mo Sanren was about to leave, he shouted like a possessed person: "Take me away, take me away! Don't leave me!" Su Chen's hand passed through Wu Mo Sanren's body, and he realized that he was in an illusion. He could only watch in pain as the illusion developed as he had experienced.

Jiang Qingwu sensed Su Chen's grief. In the illusion, little Su Chen shouted in the direction Wu Mo Sanren had left, "I'll wait for you!" Little Su Chen gazed in the direction Wu Mo Sanren had left, his heart filled with anticipation. He believed that this old man would return and lead him on the path to immortality.

Jiang Qingwu and Su Chen stood in the illusion, both stunned by the scene before them. Jiang Qingwu's heart was filled with emotion, while Su Chen gazed at everything around him with a look of nostalgia. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, wondering how wonderful it would have been if he had waited for Grandpa Mo... Those happy times running and playing with his friends on this land, playing together without worries, have now become precious memories. He missed his former innocence and the people who had accompanied him growing up, but all of this was almost gone...

In the dreamlike world, little Su Chen joyfully waited for the next few days. On the first day, he sat at the door early, staring intently at the village entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse of Wu Mo San Ren. He imagined what he would look like after cultivating, his heart filled with longing. "When I learn the immortal arts, I'm going to give my father and mother a good life, and help the villagers," he whispered. However, a day passed, and Wu Mo San Ren didn't return. Little Su Chen was a little disappointed, but he believed that Wu Mo San Ren would definitely return.

The next day, little Su Chen was still waiting with anticipation. He helped his parents with some chores within his ability, then ran to the door to look out. "Maybe Grandpa Wu Mo was delayed today and will come tomorrow," he consoled himself. However, the third day, the fourth day... Ten days passed, and still no one from Wu Mo appeared. Little Su Chen began to feel uneasy and anxious. He often sat alone at the door in a daze, the light in his eyes gradually dimming. "Has Grandpa Wu Mo forgotten me? Why hasn't he come back yet?" Little Su Chen's heart was filled with questions and disappointment.

Seeing how depressed Su Chen was, the village friends came to comfort him. "Su Chen, maybe that old man has something important to tell you. Don't be too sad." "Yeah, maybe he'll be here soon." However, Su Chen was still very sad. He began to wonder if Wu Mo Sanren really wouldn't come back.

However, fate always seems to play tricks on people, bringing them endless suffering and trials. Sujia Village suffered from a series of severe droughts, resulting in crop failures and the drying up of water sources. The villagers faced a severe famine. Food shortages left everyone with a hungry look, their bodies dwindling, and their lives in danger.

Xiao Suchen's family was also affected. Their food reserves dwindled, and life became increasingly difficult. They could only survive on thin porridge each day, often feeling hungry, yet unable to find more food. Faced with this predicament, they felt helpless and hopeless, unsure how to survive in the future.

Just when everyone was feeling hopeless, an unexpected turn of events occurred. An old monk named Zangzhi, a member of the Nirvana sect, traveled here. He was compassionate and sympathetic to all living beings. Seeing the suffering of the villagers, he decided without hesitation to provide them with porridge.

While distributing porridge, Master Zangzhi noticed little Su Chen. Seeing his clever appearance and high talent, he was secretly curious. So, he approached a villager and asked with a smile, "Donor, what is this child's name?" The villager replied respectfully, "Master, this child's name is Su Chen. He is from the Su family at the head of the village." Master Zangzhi nodded and continued, "How many people are there in his family?"

The villagers were so grateful to Master Zang Zhi that he answered every question: "There are only three people in Su Chen's family now. His parents are still alive, and Su Chen is the only child in the Su family." Master Zang Zhi nodded secretly in his heart, and his interest in Su Chen grew stronger.

Master Zangzhi approached little Su Chen and asked kindly, "Child, your name is Su Chen, right? I see you have excellent aptitude and are a promising candidate for cultivating immortality. Would you be willing to return to Nirvana Sect with me, study Buddhism, and embark on the path of cultivation?" Little Su Chen looked up at Master Zangzhi, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. Thinking of Wu Mo Sanren, he said to Master Zangzhi, "Master, there was an old man named Wu Mo Sanren who also said I had a talent for cultivating immortality and wanted to take me in as his disciple. He told me to wait for him, but he's been gone for over ten days and hasn't returned yet. I promised to wait for him, and I can't break my promise."

Master Zangzhi smiled faintly and said patiently, "My child, the world of immortal cultivation is vast and full of dangers. Opportunities and dangers coexist. A month has passed, and Wu Mo Sanren still hasn't appeared. He might have met with an accident. If you keep waiting here, you may miss a better opportunity to cultivate immortality. Besides, you can also learn many skills in the Nirvana Sect, and in the future you can help others and realize your own value."

After hearing this, Su Chen fell into a painful struggle. On the one hand, he longed to cultivate immortality, but on the other hand, he felt that he had promised Wu Mo San Ren to wait for him and he could not break his promise. He lowered his head and remained silent. Master Zang Zhi saw what he was thinking and continued to persuade him, "Child, fate sometimes gives us some difficult problems, but we must learn to adapt to the times. If Wu Mo San Ren really has the fate to become your master and disciple, maybe one day in the future you will meet again. But now, you can't let your talent go to waste. Nirvana Sect is a sect of immortal cultivation with a profound foundation, where you can get better training and teaching. Think about it, if you become stronger, won't you be more capable of looking for Wu Mo San Ren in the future, or helping more children like you?"

As Little Su Chen listened to Master Zang Zhi's words, he began to waver. He remembered how hard life had been for everyone in the village these past few days due to famine. He also wanted to be able to help his family and fellow villagers. Little Su Chen lowered his head, a painful struggle in his heart. On the one hand, he longed to cultivate immortality, but on the other hand, he didn't want to break his promise to Wu Mo San Ren. "But I promised to wait for Grandpa..." His voice was slightly choked with sobs. "I still feel sorry for Grandpa Wu Mo..." Little Su Chen whispered.

Master Zangzhi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Son, this isn't your fault. Wu Mo Sanren probably didn't expect this to happen when he left. You have to believe that if he knew you had a better choice, he would be happy for you. Also, on the path to becoming an immortal, you will encounter many people and encounter many things. Every choice you make is a form of growth. You must bravely face your destiny and pursue your dreams."

Master Zangzhi paused and then continued, patiently coaxing, "Son, fate sometimes presents us with challenges, but we must learn to adapt to the times. Think about it: your parents, in these difficult times, also hope for a good future for you. Moreover, in the Nirvana Sect, you can practice Buddhism and help more people, which is also a form of spiritual practice." Little Su Chen, looking at his parents' tired faces and the hope in their eyes, began to waver. He knew that his family's situation was already dire. If he could practice in the Nirvana Sect, perhaps he could ease some of the burden on his family and become stronger, able to protect his family in the future.

Yet, deep down, Su Chen still harbored a fear of the unknown. He had no idea what Nirvana Sect was like, nor was he sure if it was the right place for him. But faced with his family's predicament and his parents' expectations, he felt compelled to make a decision.

Master Zang Zhi smiled and touched little Su Chen's head, and said earnestly: "Good boy, I believe you will be able to adapt to the new environment and become an excellent disciple." However, Su Chen, who was witnessing all this outside the illusion, had already burst into tears. He clenched his fists tightly, and shouted with bloodshot eyes: "Don't go with him! Don't agree to him! Don't..." But little Su Chen didn't seem to hear his shouts, and was still immersed in his own world.

After an intense ideological struggle, little Su Chen finally made up his mind. He raised his head, his eyes gleaming with determination, and said to Master Zang Zhi, "Master, I am willing to go back with you to learn the methods of cultivation." Although there was still some reluctance in his eyes, there was more determination. Master Zang Zhi smiled with relief. He touched little Su Chen's head again and said, "Good boy, you have made the right choice. From today on, you are a Zen disciple. We in the Nirvana Sect have always been generous to gifted disciples like you. We will definitely train you to be a responsible and capable person."

On the day he left Sujia Village, little Su Chen looked back at the home where he had lived for five years, and silently vowed in his heart: "Dad and Mom, I will practice hard, and when I become strong, I will come back to protect you." He followed Master Zangzhi and embarked on the road to Nirvana Sect, starting his new journey in life.

In the illusion, Master Zangzhi waved gently, vanishing with little Su Chen, leaving behind only a tranquil scene. Su Chen, outside the illusion, collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Jiang Qingwu sensed Su Chen's emotions and knew he was about to fall prey to this demonic illusion. Although she was curious about Su Chen's past, he was currently a member of their Wuliang Sect, so she had to help him. With this in mind, she used the sect token to try to contact Su Chen.