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"Brother, it's been ten years, ten years. Master and the brothers have been hoping day and night that you would wake up. You finally woke up, but... wow..."
The shrill voice wailed, like the devil's sound filling his ears, echoing in Zhang Zhiwei's mind.
"Who are you……"
Zhang Zhiwei walked over slowly. The man in front of him was covered in blood, including his face. It was difficult to identify his appearance. His limbs were missing, revealing broken bones.
The Taoist robe on his body was cut by something like a sharp weapon, and a huge wound slanted down from his neck to his waist. A large amount of blood dripped all the way, and his pink internal organs were exposed with every breath.
"This voice... Oda? Jinzhong?"
Zhang Zhiwei helped the "bloody man" up and carefully wiped the blood off his face. Although he looked much older, one could still tell Tian Jinzhong's appearance was the little fan who followed him around every day.
"Xiao...Jinzhong, you...how did you end up like this?"
Zhang Zhiwei covered the huge gash on Tian Jinzhong's body somewhat helplessly. Even though he knew it was an illusion in the inner scene, he still felt uneasy.
Tian Jinzhong wanted to grab Zhang Zhiwei's hand, but when he raised his arm, he found that his hand was gone.
He cried out in despair, moved his body, leaned close to Zhang Zhiwei, and spoke incoherently.
"Brother, brother... you slept for a long time, a very long time... During the years you were trapped in your inner world, the situation in the world changed very quickly... First, there was the warlord melee... Then the Japanese pirates invaded and carried out a massacre..."
"Master led his fellow disciples, along with the various factions of the Zhengyi Sect, down the mountain to save the nation... They carried out numerous sniper attacks on the enemy and executed numerous decapitation operations, killing a large number of high-ranking Japanese pirates."
"The Japanese pirates were enraged and sent numerous alien forces to attack the mountain several times, but we repelled them every time. Later... later, the chief priest of Shintoism, the state religion of the Japanese pirates, challenged Master to a duel at Tianmen Mountain."
"Master accepted the challenge and went to the altar on the appointed date. However, he never expected that the Japanese pirates had no moral principles... During the duel, an iron bird flew over and dropped a powerful bomb, destroying half the mountain."
"The devils have no moral principles... Master was in a crucial moment of battle with the Shinto chief priest... He couldn't... couldn't dodge. Many Japanese pirates and aliens led their troops into the mountains, and many of my fellow disciples died."
"I was also ambushed by a black-clothed Japanese pirate wearing a hat. Brother, you have to be careful... be careful... His knife is very strange. The Golden Light Curse can't stop it... can't stop it... you have to be careful... be careful..."
Tian Jinzhong's voice became smaller and smaller.
Zhang Zhiwei hugged Tian Jinzhong tightly, patted him on the head gently, and whispered something, as if he was talking to Tian Jinzhong, but also as if he was talking to himself.
"Yeah, okay, okay, I get it, Brother, don't worry, you'll be fine, everything will be fine. Go to sleep first, this is all a dream, just wake up and I'll treat you to a pork elbow. Leave these things to Brother. When has Brother ever let you down..."
After a moment, Tian Jinzhong's voice stopped, and Zhang Zhiwei's voice also stopped.
The air froze in an instant.
"The Supreme Star is constantly responding, exorcising evil spirits and binding demons to protect lives and bodies. Wisdom is clear and the mind is at peace. The three souls will never be lost..."
Zhang Zhiwei silently chanted the Heart Purification Mantra, trying to separate himself from his egoic thoughts, to be at ease and unaffected by false thoughts.
Consciousness is like a mad horse. You must hold on to the reins tightly, otherwise the restless thoughts will backfire on you.
After restraining his restless consciousness, Zhang Zhiwei gently placed Tian Jinzhong on the ground, then picked up the tail of the monkey next to him and smashed it on the ground madly.
"Sun thief, you're so fucking cruel! If I were to rashly enter this inner world while you're controlling my thinking, I'm afraid something serious would happen!"
“Squeak…”
The monkey screamed and squeaked from being thrown around, but it had no way to fight back. It was now the weakest it had been since its birth, with its spiritual power less than one percent of its peak.
After wrestling for a while, Zhang Zhiwei stopped and looked towards the entrance of the Daozang Hall, muttering to himself:
"This inner scene is where I am most vulnerable. Therefore, my weakness, my true weakness, is not the Three Lives Stone, the underworld, past lives, or my obsession with power."
"It's Longhu Mountain, and my fellow brothers there. We're not plants or trees, so who can be heartless? We've spent ten years together, and I know full well they'll meet a miserable end. So, I crave immense power to reverse everything, and that's why I've become obsessed!"
Zhang Zhiwei turned over and jumped to the top floor of the Taoist Temple, overlooking the current Longhu Mountain. He saw that the originally solemn hall was now in ruins and filled with smoke.
At the mountain gate, the plaque of Tianshi Mansion had been smashed to pieces by bullets. Japanese soldiers in yellow uniforms were coming in and out, and the atmosphere was solemn and murderous.
Tianmen Mountain, which is far away from the Tianshi Mansion, has two altars on the two opposing hilltops.
At one of the altars, dark clouds covered the sky and hundreds of ghosts roamed around.
Another altar was blown to pieces. On the high platform of the altar, an old figure sat with a dejected look on his face.
"How could my master lose to some shitty Shinto chief priest?"
“Only by seeing our own delusions can we warn ourselves, understand ourselves, and thus make better progress!”
Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, and a wisp of blue-green flame rose up.
He held the fire in his palm, stared at it for a moment, and slowly pushed it out like releasing a Kongming lantern.
The Samadhi True Fire does not burn firewood or soil or stones. It only burns the souls of all things in the world. It can burn everything in this spiritual space.
The blue-green flame landed in the void, and with the landing point as the center, the void burned, just like a piece of paper with a hole burned in the middle, spreading out in all directions.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
In an instant, the entire inner world was ignited, and the blue-green flames engulfed the sky and the earth.
Those illusions that were almost real began to distort under the burning of the Samadhi True Fire.
If the previous illusion was a flat painting, then the current illusion was the product of a naughty child randomly crumpling it into a ball, twisted and chaotic, and it was impossible to tell which side was the sky and which side was the earth.
Zhang Zhiwei stood there quietly until the inner world was burned into nothingness, leaving only him and the little white ape in his hand, whose aura was extremely weak.
Zhang Zhiwei pinched the little white ape's tail, lifted it into the air, and flicked its head with his fingers:
"You are both a demon and a monkey in your heart. Stop thinking about climbing up the ladder step by step. Let go of your obsession, turn over a new leaf, stay in the Crimson Palace honestly, and be your monkey in your heart. If you cause trouble again, I'll burn you!"
After knocking on his inner monkey a few times, Zhang Zhiwei moved his mind and exited the inner world.