Since ancient times, saints have suffered from internal friction.
First follow your heart and do things, then when things go against your expectations, then you doubt yourself and question your own behavior of following your heart.
Finally, enlightenment is achieved and the path is opened.
Taking stock of those people in history who are so famous that they can be called saints, most of them have gone through this process.
From the perspective of practitioners, these people have cut off their inner demons and strengthened their steps.
It is difficult for inner demons to arise. Ordinary people are often easily swayed by their own emotions and cannot give birth to inner demons at all. Even if inner demons are born, they will quickly sink into inner demons and die violently soon. Inner demons cannot grow at all.
The conditions for the birth of inner demons must first be contradictory.
Only contradictory people are qualified to give birth to inner demons.
Otherwise, they feel that everything they do is right, everything others do is wrong, and there is nothing wrong with them. Such people are often born not with inner demons, but with diodes, which are either black or white, either cowardly or extremely evil.
Zhao Wujiang's soul once again sensed his whole body, and he found no abnormalities.
But the scene in the dream was still vivid in his mind, and he probably already knew his state.
He was not swayed by those cruel words, and he was not yet completely convinced that he was right.
He chose to face his inner demons.
He gave himself a slap:
"Hey, Heizi, talk!"
He gave his inner demon a name, Heizi, which means he became black.
Heizi didn't answer. He was in good condition now and Heizi wouldn't show up rashly.
It was only when Zhao Wujiang was cultivating that he entered trance and dreamed about his relatives and friends, his mind was lacking, and the inner demons took advantage of it.
Zhao Wujiang stood up slowly. The Renzong of Nuo Da was eerily quiet at night.
He pushed open the door of the main hall and stepped onto the trestle that was interspersed with clouds and mist. He leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. After being displaced, he calmed down.
The bright moon hangs high.
He missed Dugu Mingyue a little, and missed the child he had never met.
I don’t know when we can meet again.
He missed Xuanyuan Jing and looked forward to the opening of Daolian's secret realm in a few days.
What he doesn't know is that the Daolian Secret Realm will be stained with blood because of him, and the entire Shenshui South Territory will also be shaken because of him.
Just like the first practitioner he met after coming to this world, the Protector King of the Blood God Sect was blessed.
Wang Youfu originally thought that what he brought back was a lucky star, but he didn't expect it to be an evil star, let alone an evil star. It was not the Blood God Sect that caused the bloody storm, but Daolian Secret Realm.
The coincidences in the world, the gears of fate, have been turning quietly since Zhao Wujiang came to this world.
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It was late at night, and Xuanyuan Jing was still on his way.
Ever since she met Zhao Wujiang in the pouring rain and learned about the secret realm of Lian from Zhao Wujiang over and over again, she started to rush to Tianbaozhou in the southern region of Shenshui.
Being in the Divine Realm of Middle Earth, it would take a long time for her to reach Tianbao Continent in the Southern Divine Water Realm.
She could actually use the folding fan given by Zhang Lindao to travel across mountains and rivers to reach the southern region of Shenshui faster.
But she didn't do that.
She always recalled that back then, it would have been great if she, as the emperor, could have done something bigger and helped Zhao Wujiang in the end.
This has always been a regret and a painful guilt in her heart.
Seeing Zhao Wujiang again, I don’t know if it’s a ghost or an obsession that guides him, but the only thing she can do now, the only thing that can be helpful to Zhao Wujiang when they meet again, is this mountain and river thousands of miles away.
She had to use it sparingly and save it for when they could meet again.
She set foot on the spiritual teleportation array again and again, just to meet her beloved as soon as possible.
She hopes that this time, Zhao Wujiang is real and exists as alive as before.
Not a dream, not an illusion, not a shadow, not an obsession.
When her hopes sank again and again, she traveled thousands of miles without hesitation.
Some people travel thousands of miles, and some people wander around for just one encounter, a reunion after separation.
