Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

It is said that parents are a door between oneself and death.

That was the first time that ten-year-old Fu Sheng understood the meaning of death.

After her parents died, her uncle brought Fu Sheng back to the family. Only then did Fu Sheng know that her family were all members of the hidden Painting Spirit Clan. After her parents died, the Painting Spirit abilities in her blood were inherited and awakened.

After several rounds of family tests, Fu Sheng's talent as a painter was revealed, which amazed the entire family. Fu Sheng was taken care of by the family and was trained as the first genius of the Painting Spirit Clan.

The scene turns again, to the year when he was fifteen.

When he was fifteen, it was the second time that Fu Sheng faced death.

My uncle is dead.

Before his death, the uncle told Fu Sheng the secret of the Painting Spirit Clan.

It turns out that the Painting Spirits are not tolerated by the world because of their powerful abilities. Everyone's lifespan is only thirty years. The Painting Spirits have tried countless methods, but none of them can extend their lifespan. They cannot escape the fate of dying at the age of thirty.

Although Fu Sheng was only fifteen at that time, she was already very capable and could protect herself even if others found her special. Before his death, his uncle told Fu Sheng that he hoped she could live freely in her limited youth.

The death of her uncle was like opening Pandora's box. Every year since then, when the camera turns, Fu Sheng always appears at various funerals. She continues to accept the deaths of relatives and friends around her: the aunt who took care of her, the aunt who loved her like a mother, the brothers and sisters who treated her like their own sister...

The Hualing people are very united and friendly, without any intrigue. Perhaps because life is precious, the feelings between members are particularly sincere. But it is also because of this that Fu Sheng cannot let go when facing their death.

At the age of twenty, Fu Sheng chose to leave his family and travel around the world alone.

She traveled around, saw the scenery and buildings, ate, drank and had fun along the way. Just as her uncle had hoped, Fu Sheng lived a carefree and unrestrained life every day.

But every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I dream about my parents.

She always feels a little resentful.

Fu Sheng has always wondered why her parents spend all their time on helping her grow up instead of accompanying her?

Death is like a cage. No matter how many places Fu Sheng goes, he is still trapped in this net.

Fu Sheng has seen so many people pass away that the word death is like an inescapable nightmare to her.

Sometimes she was reluctant to fall asleep because she felt that sleeping was a waste of time. Sometimes she didn't want to wake up after falling asleep because every time she opened her eyes, she would face the countdown of her life.

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The hall was silent, and the practitioners who had entered earlier fell to the ground.

The red-robed elder stood by, waiting for the first person to wake up from the dream.

Time passed little by little, and suddenly there was a movement on the ground. The red-robed venerable looked up and saw the first person to wake up. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "You came out in just one incense stick. You are the person who broke the nightmare the fastest today."

Upon hearing this, Fu Sheng stood up from the ground.

"Little monk, what is your nightmare?" The red-robed venerable seemed to be very interested. She sat on the soft chair, supporting her chin with her hand, and looked at Fu Sheng with a pair of affectionate eyes.

"My nightmare is sleeping." Fu Sheng said with a smile, "But in the dream I didn't want to sleep, so I woke up."

The red-robed venerable was startled for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "Then you really have no worries."

Fu Sheng also curved his lips: "Yes."

The Painting Spirits really have no worries. They can get whatever they want and paint whatever they need.

"You can leave now." The red-robed venerable said to Fu Sheng, "Your assessment has been completed. You can now go to the guest room with me to rest. As for the assessment results, I will inform you through the token tonight."

"Can't you tell me right then and there?" Fu Sheng asked, "Since the Venerable said that I was the first to break the dream, doesn't that mean I must have passed the test?"

"You are the first person to break the dream today, but you are not the first person to break the dream among all the applicants in the past five days. If you want to join Tianyan Sect, you must be among the top 300 in the overall ranking after all the assessments today." The red-robed venerable seemed to like Fu Sheng more. He was not annoyed when she asked and patiently explained to her: "However, your speed ranks among the top three among all the people so far. It is basically certain that you can enter Tianyan Sect."

Fu Sheng nodded, raised her hand to refuse the disciple who was about to take her to the guest room, and said, "Can I wait here? My friend hasn't woken up yet, I want to wait for him and be with him."

"Of course." The red-robed venerable raised his hand to let the disciple leave, then patted the empty soft chair beside him and said to Fu Sheng, "It just so happens that I am also bored, and I would love to have a handsome young monk like you accompany me."

She seemed to be born with a charming body, a face as beautiful as a demon, eyes as clear as autumn water, and the tone of her voice always rose slightly at the end of her words, which was indescribably alluring.

As a woman, Fu Sheng was so seduced that she couldn't help swallowing her saliva and just wanted to shout, "Sister, I can do it!"

However, due to his body being a man, taking into account the differences between men and women, and in order not to affect the reputation of the Red-robed Reverend, Fu Sheng finally chose to sit on another chair and did not really accept the invitation to sit with her.

Not long after Fu Sheng woke up, Mu Shi also woke up.

As expected of him, he is the cold-hearted and heartless man in the novel. I guess even nightmares can't trap him.

When Mu Shi woke up, he saw Fu Sheng already sitting on the chair. His eyes couldn't help but move, but his expression didn't change. He got up from the ground and heard the red-robed venerable say that the selection results would be notified in the evening. He didn't say anything and followed the disciple to the guest room.

After Mu Shi woke up, another stick of incense passed before people began to wake up one after another.

Fu Sheng started out by chatting casually with the red-robed venerable, then glanced at Yan Su from time to time, and finally had a worried look in his eyes, always paying attention to Yan Su's movements.

"Young monk, your friend Shousheng's heart is unstable." said the red-robed venerable.

Among the fifty people in this scene, except Yan Su, almost everyone else has woken up and left.

In the huge hall, only the male protagonist was left lying on the ground.

"How could that be?" Fu Sheng frowned and murmured.

She was indescribably anxious.

At first, Fu Sheng was not worried about the male protagonist at all, because there were many such plot levels in the novel, such as those that tested one's heart or caused nightmares. Every time they appeared, the male protagonist would solve them one by one, and every time he was the first one to break out of the illusion.

Even the most dangerous illusion in the whole novel - the inner demon realm in the Yunzhou Divine Tomb, in which the inner demon is haunted by the fire that wiped out the Yan family, the hero struggled for several times, and finally killed the inner demon and walked out of the illusion.

How come it is that after such a long time, the male protagonist still can’t wake up from an ordinary dream of Tianyan Sect that has very little power and is just a test of his Tao heart?