My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

Isn't this kind of life bad?

Good family background, good appearance, good talent, good future... even Yunhong asked himself, but he couldn't say anything wrong.

No, there is one bad thing:

All are fake.

While Yunhong was silent, the scene in front of him changed again:

He saw the lonely self of the boy, the skinny little boy struggling alone, and when other children were acting like a baby with their parents, he was desperately fighting for a little tuition;

After graduation, with the help of his parents, other students easily entered a big hospital and a good job, but he was replaced because of his excellent grades;

Finally found a job, because he has no background, all the dirty work is his, and the bonus recognition has nothing to do with him;

It's rare that there is a girl who doesn't dislike his conditions. The two of them spend their entire life's wages on buying a house, spend their days digging and searching, and don't even dare to get sick;

I had another child, and I have other children, but my family has none...

Due to years of overwork and illness, his wife finally passed away, and his son was also in a trance due to excessive grief, and was in a trance when crossing the road, and was run over by a speeding truck...

"Is this the truth of longing?" The voice suddenly raised, "Life, old age, sickness, death and parting are suffering. You would rather experience such grief than stay here?"

Yunhong looked at himself in front of him:

His gray hair, stooped figure, and year-round physical and mental exhaustion made him unable to see a little bit of the youthful spirit.

A person who is clearly only 50 years old looks like 70 years old.

He was crying, crying over the two tombstones in front of him.

In the small stone cave, one buried his lover, and the other buried his child.

Together with the rest of his life, he passed away with two cold tombstones.

Yunhong is clearly still standing here, but his spirit seems to reincarnate with the people inside, and he has truly experienced all the pain that "he" has experienced.

The pain hit the soul directly, and the great despair filled his heart, making him tremble all over and burst into tears.

"Stay here," the voice sounded again, with a demagogy that hit people's hearts directly, "stay here, and you will be able to enjoy happiness and joy forever..."

Yunhong stared blankly at the front, and suddenly smiled with tears on his face.

He pointed at the countless dry bones hidden behind those illusory pictures and sneered, "Is this the happiness and joy you mentioned?"

On the ground invisible to the naked eye, there are countless corpses in different poses.

Some of them have been reduced to a pile of bones, some are shriveled, and some look like new... They are the losers who have not been able to escape since ancient times.

They may have struggled before, or they may have been blinded by the illusion made by the rich and gentle township as soon as they came in, blindly sinking, and did not even notice their own death.

Yunhong raised his hand to wipe his face, and those cold tears disappeared without a trace.

He exhaled slowly, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly surged.

His cloth robe moves automatically without wind, the wooden hairpin flies off, and his loose hair flutters wildly in the air.

The spiritual power mixed with the spiritual energy in the air, forming a vortex visible to the naked eye, slowly supporting Yun Hong up.

"The reason why human life is precious is because it is only once."

"Escaping from reality and indulging in dreams is the work of cowards, and I despise it."

"Any if, what if, is meaningless. If you are not willing to accept fate, you should rise up and fight; if you are weak in heart, just die!"

Before he finished speaking, the turbulent spiritual power instantly swelled up, like a shock wave after an explosion, sweeping everything he could see madly.

The tall and beautiful buildings began to shake, and Yunhong's false wife and children were like flowers in the mirror of the moon in the water, suddenly shattered into thousands of pieces with a click.

The dream collapsed in front of his eyes, and the illusory happiness was like an ice surface vulnerable to a single blow, instantly shattered into powder, together with the so-called blue sky and white clouds, pouring down.

The cruel reality begins to reveal its true face:

They were surrounded by endless mountains, and the black snow line was cold, rolling from all directions with sharp angles.

There is a hard ravine under the feet, and the ravine is filled with bones, many new ones, especially with a sweet smile indulged in it.

Even when they died, they failed to wake up from their dreams.

The formation is broken.

Yunhong landed slowly, and his spiritual consciousness searched every corner of the formation spread like a carpet.

After a while, he chuckled, and walked slowly to a dead bone that was like a mummy whose face could not be seen clearly.

"it's here."

He casually lifted the bones with his toes, revealing a heart underneath.

A black heart that is still beating.

The consciousness turned into a rope, wrapping up the heart that was desperately fleeing downward.

The heart began to scream crazily, and the shrill sound swayed like waves.

Yunhong felt that the tip of his heart was being tightly grasped, and it tightened suddenly.

With a muffled snort, a stern look flashed across his eyes, and he suddenly tightened the rope of his spiritual sense.

The heart was like a duck with its mouth sealed, it struggled for a while and stopped moving.

"Someone tried to hack into my brain before," Yunhong raised his eyebrows, "but he failed, but I have always been curious about this method, but I have no chance to practice it, now..."

Spiritual consciousness is where the origin of a monk's soul is. Once the spiritual consciousness is lost, the whole person will be useless.

If the spiritual consciousness is invaded, everything about "him" will be spread out in the sun, and all the secrets will have nowhere to hide.

Yunhong once felt that this method was too cruel, but now that it really exists, there must be a reason for it.

The moment his consciousness invaded, Yunhong seemed to have cut into the life of another stranger.

Probably due to the age, or maybe because he was not very skilled in the operation for the first time, the life he saw was not coherent, there was a period, and there was no period.

But human beings are naturally good at making up their minds, and by connecting the cause and effect, they can almost complete the missing part in the middle.

The master of this formation was a humble monk in the Han Dynasty.

Speaking of which, his talent is really poor, but he is a ruthless character, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself.

After realizing that he might not be able to become a fairy with conventional methods, he resolutely learned sorcery, killed his wife to prove the Tao, and killed his son to practice.

However, God's will is hard to disobey, and soon, his body is on the verge of collapse, and Kunlun Xu, who has gone through all kinds of hardships to come to the source of all gods, is useless.

He started to hate.

I hate the injustice of God, why some people are born with immortal bones, some people are amazingly intelligent, and some people...but it's not him.

Why not me?

Why not me!

At the last moment of his life, he completely lost his mind, burned the last bit of vitality, and set up a psychedelic formation.

This formation itself is very evil.

The formation itself does not have any offensive power, but the prerequisite for opening it is the soul origin of a monk above the golden core stage.After merging the most penetrating resentment and obsession in the world, the formation is completed and completely integrated with the caster.

From then on, the formation will open up spiritual wisdom, and the caster will also be imprisoned/imprisoned here, and will never be detached.

Make a deal with the devil.

The psychedelic formation has a dark attribute, pointing directly to the most urgent desire deep in the human heart.

People have seven emotions and six desires, the most unattainable is also the most wanted.

Because this desire comes from the person, it is also the most difficult to overcome.

Since his death, countless monks who came to Kunlun Xu entered the formation by mistake.

Some of them tried to struggle, while others completely sank the moment they stepped into the formation...

Since people are mortal, why not enjoy themselves to the fullest and sleep forever in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?

After an unknown amount of time, Yunhong finally opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Why are you doing this?

I got into the corner of my own horn, and I simply dragged others to die together.

Those monks who died were not strong-minded, but most of them were just idiots who wanted to live forever. It was so innocent to die here.

The pain of being invaded by divine consciousness is indescribable. This pain directly affects the soul, and there is no way to avoid it or escape.

The black heart twitched crazily, let out a wail that did not resemble a human voice, and shed black oil-like blood.

Yunhong's eyes darkened, his thoughts moved slightly, and his spiritual consciousness rushed towards that heart overwhelmingly.

Accompanied by the shrill screams, the last trace of the evil cultivator who had killed countless people was finally completely wiped away.

The moment his heart disappeared, Yunhong suddenly heard a faint sigh, and it sounded in his ears like relief:

"Little friend, thank you..."

Yunhong was stunned, and when he wanted to distinguish carefully, the voice had completely shattered between the heaven and the earth along with the frenzied mountain wind.

The caster was dead, and the psychedelic formation that lived with him also turned into fly ash, dissipating like smoke before his eyes.