Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Before Jiang Yuchuan could reply, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone from the very top of the space.

Bathed in golden light, the originally dim space became resplendent, just like the Western Buddhist kingdom described in the scriptures.

The moment he was bathed in golden light, Gu Mingxuan's eyes became glazed over, and then he lost consciousness.

Jiang Yuchuan did not offer any resistance, and like Gu Mingxuan, he slowly closed his eyes.

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When Jiang Yuchuan opened his eyes again, the scene before him had changed dramatically, from the stone cave to a simple bedroom. And his own identity had also changed accordingly.

Soon, a memory that did not belong to him appeared in Jiang Yuchuan's mind.

The protagonist of the memory is the very role he is currently playing: a young monk named 'Yichuan' who grew up in a temple.

After receiving the memories, Jiang Yuchuan began to examine the incredibly realistic environment before him. "It seems that this must be the test of the metal-attribute spiritual object hidden in the Stone Buddha Cave."

Jiang Yuchuan finally understood why so many martial artists who went in didn't come out; the reason was that they had all been pulled into this illusion.

Even the most powerful mortal martial artist will lose themselves the moment they are pulled into an illusion, becoming completely immersed in it and merging into the role they are playing.

The test of illusion can be simple or difficult. There are only two ways to break free: one is to use your own strength to directly break free from the illusion's constraints; the other is to integrate into the illusion, find its weaknesses, and complete the test.

The first method is not difficult for Jiang Yuchuan at the moment; he can get rid of it whenever he wants.

However, in order to successfully obtain the last metal-attribute spiritual item, he still planned to try the second method.

After all, this illusion was set up by that spiritual object. If he could pass through it smoothly, he would naturally be able to get his hands on it with much less effort.

Just as Jiang Yuchuan was pondering, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Is Yichuan here? The host is calling us together, remember to come quickly!"

After the message was delivered, the monk outside the door left immediately without waiting for Jiang Yuchuan's reply.

Jiang Yuchuan got up, got out of bed, pushed open the door, and walked towards the main hall.

The sun was blazing outside, and there wasn't a breath of wind.

Under the sweltering heat, even breathing became extremely difficult.

The trees planted at the base of the wall had long since withered and died, leaving them bare without a single leaf.

The temple where Jiang Yuchuan is currently located is called Nanming Temple, a small temple with only about thirty monks.

When Jiang Yuchuan arrived at the main hall, there were only twenty people inside.

Without exception, all twenty monks of varying ages were sallow-faced and emaciated, appearing weak, listless, and drowsy.

Jiang Yuchuan knew that this was due to the drought.

According to the memories he received, when he entered the illusion, it hadn't rained for three consecutive years.

The three-year drought dealt a devastating blow to crops and fields. With no harvest, the entire country was affected by the disaster, with refugees scattered everywhere and corpses of the starving dead strewn across the land.

Jiang Yuchuan guessed that the old abbot had summoned them here at this moment to discuss the drought.

Sure enough, the next moment, everyone heard the old host standing at the front say in a hoarse voice:

"The reason I have summoned you all here is to inform you that, due to the three-year drought, our temple is no longer able to support you. Effective immediately, Nanming Temple is officially dissolved."

Upon hearing the news of the disbandment, the monks showed no surprise whatsoever, or rather, they had long since become indifferent to it, their faces expressionless.

After all, their lives will not change regardless of whether the temple is dissolved or not.

Of course, although Nanming Temple has been dissolved, monks who wish to remain in the temple are still allowed to do so, but they will have to solve their own food problems.

Jiang Yuchuan naturally wouldn't choose to stay here, so he packed his bags and left Nanming Temple that very day.

What they called luggage was actually just a worn-out, faded monk's robe and a string of prayer beads.

In this illusion, although Jiang Yuchuan was a mortal, he was not completely deceived by the illusion. Therefore, he was not troubled by hunger like the characters in the illusion, and thus he did not need to worry about filling his stomach.

Jiang Yuchuan had limited knowledge of this illusion, so his first step after leaving Nanming Temple was to familiarize himself with the various areas within the illusion in order to find a way to break free.

And so, Jiang Yuchuan became a wandering monk, walking for half a month and passing through several towns.

But no matter where you go, the desolate scenery is the same.

Apart from beggars who collapsed on the roadside due to hunger and inability to walk, there was almost no one else to be seen on the deserted streets.

To fit the role he played in the illusion, Jiang Yuchuan would sit cross-legged, holding prayer beads in his hand, wherever he went, and chant sutras to help the deceased people find peace.

Time flies, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yuchuan traveled around for a year, helping many people and chanting sutras to help countless souls find peace.

Because of his actions over the past year, the name "Master Yichuan" has become widely known.

After a year of doing good deeds, Jiang Yuchuan still hadn't discovered anything, but he could sense that something was subtly growing inside him.

Perhaps only when he figures out what exactly is inside his body will he be able to find a way to break the illusion.

Although he had been stuck in this illusion for more than a year, Jiang Yuchuan was not in a hurry, because the flow of time inside this type of illusion was usually much faster than outside.

A year here might be just a breath outside.

On this day, Jiang Yuchuan arrived at a place called Sanhe Village.

This village is very small, with fewer than one hundred households.

When Jiang Yuchuan arrived at Sanhe Village, white banners were hanging everywhere, indicating that a funeral was being held.

Jiang Yuchuan also discovered that although Sanhehe Village was small and had few people, it was cleaner and tidier than many towns he had visited, and was one of the few places where no traces of drought could be seen.

This situation proves that the village had stored enough food before the drought began, allowing the villagers to survive until now.

Not all villagers possess this kind of foresight, so Jiang Yuchuan is certain that there must be a highly respected wise man in this village.

As Jiang Yuchuan entered the village, he happened to see a boy of about seven or eight years old walking out of a courtyard.

The boy was tall and thin with dark skin, and his honest face had a pair of particularly bright eyes.

Upon seeing Jiang Yuchuan, the boy visibly froze for a moment, then turned and ran back into the courtyard, shouting into the house as he ran:

"Father, Mother, a bald monk has come to the outside of the village!"