That night, Chen Changsheng tried many methods, but they all ended in failure.
Soul fire originates from life, and it is extremely difficult to make it burn more vigorously. Moreover, Chen Changsheng also found that the stronger his cultivation level was, the more difficult it became for the soul fire to flourish.
Just like a mortal, only one pill can extend his lifespan, but for monks who practice deeply, it is particularly difficult to increase their lifespan by a little bit.
It might be a way to give up your cultivation and become a mortal.
But……
Chen Changsheng is cultivating the soul, there is no reason to re-cultivate it, maybe it is just like this.
Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng raised his eyebrows.
"Is it possible that my hair was not deliberately planned by me in the previous life, but that I discovered such a method, so I wanted to seek changes, so I hid my magic power in my hair."
Chen Changsheng thought about it, but realized something was wrong.
"wrong……"
Isn't cultivation a direct way to make the soul fire burn more vigorously?
But over the years, the time he spent waking up didn't seem to increase much.
This shouldn't be the case.
Chen Changsheng suddenly stood up.
He paced back and forth in the courtyard and suddenly understood.
"Could it be..."
“That’s it, that’s how it should be!!”
"I am not really immortal, so the two thousand years cursed by the mayfly are not a calamity, but the end of my life!"
"It's just that my longevity has been divided!"
This is also the reason why he is good at spiritual practice but has not grown much during his lifetime.
That's why his soul fire is so weak, and the method of becoming a mortal to increase his soul fire is actually useless.
So as long as his lifespan is long enough, he can always exist in the world.
Chen Changsheng figured out how to break the curse of the ephemera, but he calmed down again.
seem……
Knowing that, there is nothing we can do.
He probably knew some things about his previous life. At that time, his cultivation level was quite high, and he could even wake up for a year, but in the end, he still failed to break the curse.
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but feel a little irritated.
"I thought I had found a way, but in the end it was just an empty joy."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and smiled. Thinking about it, he really took it for granted.
How could he solve the problems that he had never solved in his previous life and in his previous life so easily?
Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, only to see that it was already dawn.
Only then did he remember that he had originally planned to think about the real fire that night.
"It's not without gain. At least I know why I can only wake up for a few days."
Chen Changsheng stood up and looked at the rising sun outside. He sighed, then asked himself again.
Does he have any reason to live?
It seems not.
It sounds like immortality, but in fact it is just false immortality.
There will be his footprints in the years, he is just a person who shows up occasionally.
What he was really sad about was the feeling of frustration that changed every day when he woke up. If it was only for a hundred days, he would be willing to live through these hundred days completely.
But this is like an insurmountable gap, which has been pestering him and torturing him...
Chen Changsheng is in pain. He has been in unbearable pain since he appeared in this world.
…
In the morning, Sanniang Wang went to set up a stall on the street.
Ruyi and Ping An came to the yard, but they found that Uncle Chen didn't seem happy today, and he was often lost in thought about something.
Ruyi asked: "Is Uncle Chen sick like Ruyi?"
Chen Changsheng paused when he heard this and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Ruyi said: "Ruyi was like this when he was sick. He was always lack of energy and often thought about things and went to the mountains."
Chen Changsheng smiled when he heard this. He touched Ruyi's head and said, "Uncle Chen, I'm not sick, I just ran into some trouble."
After hearing this, Ruyi blinked and said: "If Uncle Chen is sick, remember to go to the doctor. My mother said that if you are sick, you need to take medicine to get better. Dr. Wang in the workshop is very powerful. Ruyi drank two sets of medicine and he was cured."
Everything is fine, now we are all alive and kicking."
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile again when he heard this.
After saying so much, Ruyi still felt that he was sick.
Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly said something in his heart.
'Maybe I'm really sick.'
It seems that Old Man Huang said the same thing about him before.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while, maybe he should find something to do.
And I will soon be out of money.
Find a job so that you don't feel like an outsider in the world.
Wait until Wang Sanniang comes back from the street.
Chen Changsheng asked Sanniang if there was any shortage of people in Qingshan City recently.
After hearing this, Wang Sanniang was a little surprised and said, "Is Brother Chen having some difficulties lately?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "That's not true. I just feel that being idle all the time is not a problem and I want to find something to do."
Wang Sanniang said: "If you have any difficulties, Brother Chen, please remember to tell me. I can help you to some extent."
Chen Changsheng repeatedly mentioned that this was not the reason, and Wang Sanniang finally let go of her worries and talked about finding a job.
In fact, I don’t know much about Sanniang Yijie, and she has only set up a stall for a short time, so I don’t know much about her.
Wang Sanniang remembered something and said, "By the way, I saw the shopkeeper of Tangji Teahouse looking for a storyteller earlier. It's a job on the table, and the wages should be quite high. Brother Chen, do you want to try it?"
"Mr. Storyteller..."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we can try it."
Wang Sanniang said: "Brother Chen is knowledgeable, so it shouldn't be a problem."
Chen Changsheng said: "That's not what you say. Storytellers don't just rely on their words to make money."
Nothing in Jiuliu is easy.
Wang Sanniang also agreed with what Chen Changsheng said. She had seen a lot of people in the past few days when setting up her stall. It was indeed not easy.
Taking advantage of this free time, Chen Changsheng planned to take a look.
Tangji Teahouse is not too far away, and Chen Changsheng arrived there in only half a quarter of an hour's walk.
There were quite a lot of people in the teahouse at this time.
It's dusk and it's a cool time, so it's very comfortable to drink a bowl of herbal tea and sit around.
The waiters in the teahouse were busy serving tea, so Chen Changsheng went straight to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper of Tangji Tea House was not named Tang. Most of the tea patrons called him shopkeeper Zhuang, presumably because he had a boss behind him.
Shopkeeper Zhuang saw someone coming up to him, so he said: "My guest, please sit inside to drink tea. A waiter will come to serve tea soon."
Chen Changsheng said: "Shopkeeper, Chen is not here to drink tea, but wants to ask about the storyteller's work."
Shopkeeper Zhuang's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, he stood up and said: "Brother, please come quickly."
Looking at the look on the shopkeeper's face, it seems that Tangji Tea House is really anxious for a storyteller.