Chapter 42: Inner Demon
Jian Shiyuan's body was surrounded by the image of a golden lotus, with a golden Taoist pattern dotted on his forehead, and a lotus petal could be vaguely seen.
His spirit was damaged, his lips were extremely pale, and with a hint of gold on his forehead, he actually revealed a fragility that he had not had before, like morning dew illuminated by the first rays of the setting sun, so delicate that it would be burned away.
He made hand gestures unconsciously, and his image shook suddenly, swaying and dragging out a halo of light. He sat in the light and shadow, his face as handsome as a jade, and his character as clear and pure as jade.
At this moment, Jian Shiyuan's spiritual platform and sea of consciousness were in chaos, like a harbor after a storm, with countless golden powders scattered around.
He meticulously polished the shattered soul, leaving the cut edge a shimmering jade-like sheen. Jian Shiyuan couldn't stop the soul's disintegration, so rather than watch it dissolve naturally, he decided to polish it himself; at least he could make it look better.
Jian Shiyuan didn't feel a trace of anxiety as he looked at his spirit, now only three-quarters its original size. He had adapted to the pain and could now think calmly.
The more critical the situation, the calmer Jian Shiyuan becomes.
He thought about the usual way monks repaired their souls:
1. Treasures from heaven and earth nourish the spirit and soul.
Jian Shiyuan didn't have any Heart-Protecting Grass or Soul-Condensing Flower, and it was impossible for him to buy them now.
2. Practice the secret method of concentrating and nourishing the soul.
The secret methods that can repair the soul are all great techniques listed in the Great Book of Heaven and Earth. They are owned by major sects and aristocratic families and are not passed on to the world outside. Jian Shiyuan cannot obtain them.
3. Pretend to be dead and wait for help from friends and family.
This is obviously not feasible.
4. Transform a person into a puppet and temporarily retain consciousness.
Becoming a puppet controlled by others? Jian Shiyuan couldn't accept it.
There seemed to be no way forward, but Jian Shiyuan was not discouraged. Instead, he took the opposite approach and carefully thought about ways to wear down his soul.
Madam Ruyi's soul refining technique, magic array and artifacts, and heavenly fire. Suddenly, Jian Shiyuan thought of something.
Inner demon!
As his mind moved, a gust of wind blew through Jian Shiyuan's spiritual platform, stirring up countless floating golden powders. A pair of golden, inorganic eyes slowly opened in the void. Suddenly, thick fog suddenly rose from all sides of the spiritual platform, and countless golden mirrors could be vaguely seen rising from the depths.
scare--
A massive magic array enveloped the spirit platform with unstoppable force, like a giant hand, encircling Jian Shiyuan's spirit platform. The golden mirror moved automatically without wind, spinning rapidly.
With a "ding" sound, countless mirrors suddenly stopped. They stood still, humming, their colors gradually fading, their outlines blurred, and soon all disappeared.
Jian Shiyuan pinched half of the soul, forced it to transform into his own appearance, and threw it in the center of the spiritual platform, letting it float and sway.
No one knew what method Jian Shiyuan had used, but the once smooth, bright, and intact walls of his spiritual platform suddenly cracked with countless lines, and the spirit that had taken on his image also dimmed in color, emitting a sweet fragrance from within. The smell was so tempting, like a ripe peach, so sweet and fragrant that anyone who smelled it would feel intoxicated and want to devour it in one gulp.
Jian Shiyuan waited patiently.
His expression showed no sadness, joy, fear or hatred, as if he had entered a state of meditation, with no distracting thoughts in his mind.
He forcibly ruptured his spirit platform, causing his soul to emit a sweet fragrance that would lure the inner demon. He wanted to use his body as a lure to lure the inner demon to his spirit platform, trap it, and kill it.
The inner demon is a companion demon, invisible and formless. Initially, the cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation were unaware of its existence. It is weak and often appears as an illusion during the weak periods of a cultivator's tribulation or advancement.
The monks are exhausted both physically and mentally, and it is difficult for them to judge whether what is growing in their spiritual altars is inner demons or distracting thoughts. If they are not careful, they will be bewitched by them, their spirits will be sucked dry, their cultivation will be lost, and their souls will be shattered.
It is difficult for inner demons to penetrate a flawless spiritual platform. Once the spiritual platform is damaged and the soul is injured, they will rush in like a swarm. They will transform into the illusions that the cultivator cherishes and fears the most, confusing the cultivator to relax his vigilance, and even use illusions to manipulate the cultivator's emotions and induce the cultivator to give up resistance.
The inner demon was discovered when a Divine Transformation cultivator, while slaying his wife in a vision, unleashed an ugly demon, thus revealing himself. The cultivator, a ruthless cultivator, clearly loved his wife, yet he cruelly murdered her to prove his truth. The inner demon was caught off guard and unable to escape, and was slain on the spot.
The world of immortal cultivation fears and hates the inner demons. The inner demons know their secrets and weaknesses well, and often transform into the illusions they cherish and desire most.
Therefore, there are often cultivators who, knowing that it is an illusion, are still bewitched by their inner demons. They are obsessed with desire and unwilling to break free from the illusion. Some cultivators even damage their Daoist hearts when slaying their inner demons. From then on, every time they advance and cross the tribulation, they will be entangled by the inner demons, and they will not be able to break free until their death.
Jian Shiyuan's behavior of actively damaging his spiritual altar and luring out his inner demons can be considered shocking in the world of immortal cultivation.
Who can have a clear conscience?
Who can be without desires?
To tempt the inner demon is to seek death. No one can experience the inner demon's illusion unscathed.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Jian Shiyuan seemed to have forgotten the time.
A soft arm gently held Shenhun's face, soft and fragrant lips pressed against the side of his face, and gently bit the white earlobe.
Jian Shiyuan forced his consciousness into his soul.
He could feel the warm and moist touch on his ears. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a girl in gauze in front of him. She had a beautiful body and put her arms around Jian Shiyuan's neck. She moaned softly, as if she was longing for something.
Jian Shiyuan frowned slightly and closed his eyes.
"roll."
It's like a male cultivator who is resisting the temptation of a woman, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.
The girl transformed from the inner demon giggled. She already knew what Jian Shiyuan's beloved looked like, and also knew what kind of love he longed for.
The girl's clothes changed from revealing gauze to an exquisite and luxurious imperial concubine's robe. She held Jian Shiyuan's face coquettishly, as if she wanted to kiss his lips.
Jian Shiyuan turned his face sideways to avoid its attack.
The inner demon was not annoyed and continued to change into a knight, a vampire, an angel and all kinds of strange appearances that it had never heard of according to Jian Shiyuan's heart.
After so many times, the inner demon could no longer bear it.
This monk has too much desire, how can he have fun?
It was about to do something, but suddenly it sensed that the person Jian Shiyuan liked had changed again.
It was delighted and turned from a girl into a boy. This time, it directly chose a light gauze robe and hung it bonelessly on Jian Shiyuan's shoulders. Its thin white wrist gently rubbed Jian Shiyuan's neck.
"I think--"
Jian Shiyuan suddenly smiled, hugged it tightly in his arms, and held its illusory arms tightly with both hands. The inner demon was overjoyed, but who would have thought that the next second would not be a complete change of pace, but!
In the spiritual center, countless mirrors appeared. The inner demon had a bad feeling. After taking a closer look, he found that the mirrors completely reflected their postures and appearances. The person in Jian Shiyuan's arms had a face exactly like his!
It seemed to wake up and wanted to escape from Jian Shiyuan's arms, but Jian Shiyuan held it tightly.
The inner demon knew he was going to die, and immediately started cursing, "You pervert! Are you kidding me?!"
This monk is such a pervert!
It wore Jian Shiyuan's face, changing from male to female, and even dressed up in different ways to seduce him?!
"If you want to wear these weird clothes, go ahead and wear them yourself. Why torture me?"
Jian Shiyuan pinched its neck and murmured, "I'm just curious. After all, I can't wear these styles of clothes. Letting you try them on for me can satisfy my curiosity."
The inner demon still looked like the young Jian Shiyuan. It was shaking with anger, "You are still thinking about it! You are facing your own face——"
Suddenly, it seemed to realize something and its face turned pale.
"The person you love most is yourself? How is that possible?"
Jian Shiyuan looked at the young man in his arms and asked indifferently, "What's impossible? I control my heart. I can control who I want to love and who I want to hate."
At the beginning, Jian Shiyuan was afraid that the inner demon would not be able to find his deepest desires and realize that this was a trap, so he deliberately fabricated a first love girl who looked like himself. Sure enough, the inner demon did not find anything wrong with his illusionary appearance and seduced him enthusiastically.
Seeing his inner demon posing in front of his face, Jian Shiyuan tried hard not to laugh.
The inner demon shook his head in disbelief, "This is impossible, you're a human! How could you not have desires in your heart?!"
No human being has ever been without desires!
Only humans who have no desires and no longings can control their own hearts!
As long as he has desires, even the smallest ones, they will be noticed by his inner demons. Throughout history, how many heroes have died in the land of beauty and tenderness, and how many heroes have died in the pursuit of wealth and power. How could there be someone who has no desire for these things?!
And this person in front of me has absolutely no desire???
How is this possible? !
The inner demon knew it was doomed today, so instead of trying to escape, it asked fearfully, "Are you human?"
Without waiting for Jian Shiyuan's reply, it muttered to itself, "Even if I'm not human, I still have desires. Is a person without desires a heartless person?"
It screamed and turned back to its original form, trying to escape from Jian Shiyuan's spiritual platform, but Jian Shiyuan had set up magic circles all over the place, like a trap, so how could it possibly escape!
The inner demon looked up in horror, and a pair of golden eyes above his spirit platform slowly opened.
Countless mirrors are facing the inner demon, it has no way to escape, and it dares not escape.
The moment it saw the golden eyes, it trembled and asked in doubt and fear, "Sir?"
His golden eyes remained calm as he gazed down at the spiritual platform from a high position. The inner demon seemed to be reliving some terrifying scene, and he trembled as he crouched down. "Is that you? Master Monitor?"
Jian Shiyuan sensed something and wanted to stop it, but his inner demon exploded.
It would rather die than face this being.
After the inner demon exploded, countless gray-black powders floated in the spiritual platform. Jian Shiyuan removed his consciousness, and his soul returned to its original appearance. It greedily devoured the inner demon powder. A layer of crystal light faintly emerged from the broken edge, which firmly locked the golden powder.
His soul no longer dissipated, and the inner demon could repair his soul.
Jian Shiyuan did not feel a bit of joy. He was thinking about the words his inner demon said before it exploded.
Monitor? Jian Shiyuan?
This seemed like a conspiracy against him.
Jian Shiyuan breathed slowly to calm the waves in his heart.
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