After going down the mountain, the full-level boss made his fortune by fortune-telling

Chapter 270 The Way at Your Fingertips

In the old house deep in the mountains, there is an old figure kneeling.

The moment Li Xuanwei pushed the door and went in, Dunzhu stepped fiercely, with one hand still resting on the doorknob, looking at the kneeling figure with a hunched figure. In this dead and desolate place, she clearly heard the sound of my own breathing.

It was as if a hand had tightly strangled her neck, making it difficult for her to breathe and blurring her eyes.

Exhausting all her strength, she finally stepped forward, step by step, and slowly walked towards the figure.

"Master?"

Li Xuan yelled softly.

The thin figure remained motionless, the wind blowing in from the window lifted a corner of the old Taoist priest's Taoist robe, exposing even thinner limbs.

Slowly walked forward, turned around, knelt down slowly, and knelt down in front of the old Taoist priest. Li Xuanwei looked at him silently, and finally revealed an unspeakable sadness and helplessness in his usually calm eyes.

She looked at Master, her black eyes were intertwined with a thick blackness, like the dark clouds that kept piling up in the sky before the rainstorm, almost suffocating pain was brewing in the silence.

She can't count as Master's fate.

Even if you already feel something, you don't want to believe your own feelings.

Until everything appeared in front of his eyes, Li Xuanwei could no longer deceive himself and others.

Her master died.

In this world, the only person she was worried about had left her forever.

A turbulent wave broke out in her always calm heart, and Li Xuanwei couldn't restrain the corners of her trembling mouth, so she slowly lowered her head, almost half of her body prostrated on the ground, and knocked her forehead heavily.

One, two, three...

People who practice Taoism should have recognized life and death long ago.

Li Xuanwei also understood that this day would come sooner or later.

So she didn't show much sadness and despair, silently forbearing and restrained, suddenly there was an unspeakable loneliness and emptiness in her heart.

There is nothing in this world that she can't let go of. Looking back and thinking about it carefully, meeting and parting are already doomed.

Quietly, Li Xuanwei felt the power rushing from her dantian sweeping her whole body. She raised her head and closed her eyes. At this moment, her soul seemed to be separated from her body. Looking down, she clearly saw her body, like a Kneeling like a soulless sculpture.

At this moment, Li Xuanwei felt a powerful force slowly guiding her upwards.

In this way, she let this force carry her, and then watched herself getting taller and taller, and her physical body getting farther and farther away. In her sight, old houses, bamboo forests, forests, mountains, cities...

One by one, more and more distant, more and more small.

This international metropolis, which carries the dreams and souls of tens of millions of people, seems to have turned into a speck of dust at this moment. In Li Xuanwei's eyes, it has become a dead thing that is no different from rivers, mountains, forests and waters.

She can't see the city, let alone the smaller human beings living in the city.

She lowered her head, watching her hands gradually turning into illusory, gradually, a ray of golden light surrounded her body, she slowly raised her head, and saw the golden stairs that had already reached her.

At a glance, the ladder leads directly to the sea of ​​clouds, leading to the misty, a dazzling white light falls from the top of the head, bursts of fairy sounds are poured from the top of the head, in the dimness, she sees a golden door hidden in the clouds, which looks like a magnificent Like a mountain, then in front of her, the door slowly opened.

At this moment, Li Xuanwei realized that the ladder in front of her was the avenue she had pursued all her life, and the golden door was the fairyland that the avenue led to.

In the end, she made it right.

After a hundred years, the gate of the avenue is opened again for mortals.

The blazing intensity that my heart longed for made Li Xuanwei unable to resist following the light and stepping up the ladder.

At this moment, she only had that fairyland in her eyes, and her footsteps were extremely firm.

There is still a ladder, and there is still one step away. After taking this step, she can completely get rid of the mortal body and become a fairy.

The celestial music in her ears became more and more clear, mixed with low-pitched Sanskrit sounds. She stepped on the last step, and at that moment, Li Xuanwei's mind unexpectedly flooded with countless strange fragments. Unfamiliar fragments surged wantonly in her mind like a flood, impacting all her nerves and engulfing all her memory. The feeling that her brain was about to explode made Li Xuanwei's figure almost Unsteady standing, almost fell directly from this ladder.

Shortness of breath, brain pain.

Li Xuanwei covered his head, looked at the gate of the avenue that was close in front of him, and endured the impact of memories from several generations in his mind.

At this moment, as long as she tries to take another step forward, she will be able to transcend life and death, break through the physical body, and become an immortal immortal with boundless mana.

But at this time, the memories that kept appearing in her mind turned into vines tightly wrapped around her legs, making it impossible for her to take a half step forward.

That was her past ninth life.

That was the ninth life she practiced.

In every life, she has experienced the choice of the current situation.

That is, choose to become a god at ease, stripping away sorrow and joy.

Or choose to give up the fairy position that is at your fingertips, devote yourself to the world and sacrifice your life's cultivation to prevent the once-in-a-century catastrophe in the world.

At this time, familiar faces flashed in Li Xuanwei's mind.

At this time, an old and hoarse voice suddenly came from under his feet.

"Would you like to watch them die?"

Li Xuan lowered his head slightly, looking at the master who did not know when he appeared in front of him.

"Master..."

"Wei Wei, follow your own inner thoughts, are you willing to sacrifice your entire life to sacrifice for catastrophe, or take this last step and become a god at ease?"

"Master, disciple and grandson don't know."

"You have done this in the past nine lives, so why do you hesitate in this life? You were born to live for the world and die for the world."

At this moment, Li Xuanwei's emotions suddenly became agitated.

"Why? Why am I the one who sacrificed again and again?! Why do I have to give up everything to save the short-lived world?"

The master looked at her, with a look of helplessness and desolation on his face.

"This is your destiny."

"No! I don't want this fate! After ten lives, I want the Dao, I want to live forever, and I want to become a fairy!"

After finishing speaking, Li Xuanwei waved at his master.

"Master, please help me, give me a push, and make me immortal, okay?"

The master looked at her deeply, and finally stretched out his hand. Behind Li Xuanwei, he used all his cultivation and strength to help her break through the last step of the grand ladder.

The moment he stretched out his hand, Li Xuan turned his head violently, and met his master's eyes without any scruples.

(End of this chapter)