"As for why I'm using the Samadhi True Fire now, shouldn't I ask you? Initially, I was planning to have a good fight with you, using you as a tool for self-refining. But you've been cowardly, using the underworld to set up a trap, one that's linked to another, and even fabricating a false thought to influence my thinking and cause a flaw in my soul."
"Actually, when I realized you were influencing me with your delusions, I became alert. I knew my thinking had been seen through and influenced, and there was a high probability that I would fall into traps step by step and fall into a trap."
"So I began to separate my two sets of thoughts, letting my own mind sit high on the spiritual platform to observe the other set of thoughts. This set of thoughts is the influence you are exerting on me with your delusions, and it is the goal you want to achieve!"
"This isn't difficult for me. My 'method of observation' and yours are on the same level, but mine is about observing oneself, which is absolute control over the self. Your 'method of observation' is about observing external things. You can control external things, but you have to influence them through a series of means."
"If I hadn't noticed, you could indeed have influenced me. But once I realized it, your methods were ineffective. This is because our 'views' are at the same level, and my control over myself takes absolute priority."
"Then, through this train of thought, I realized that I should be angry and vent my anger. The various scenes and tortures I witnessed in the underworld had left a pent-up anger within me, and I needed to release it. I also realized that I should find you, fight you for three hundred rounds, and finally, after realizing some of my own flaws, return home with a satisfied heart."
“At first glance, this is indeed the result I want, because it was born in my mind and is my real idea, but in fact, it is not!
"It is the result of your delusion. In short, this result may seem to be what I want, but it is not what I want. It is what you want."
"Of course I can't give you what you want, so I started to correct my thinking."
Zhang Zhiwei was talking, but his hands were merciless. The Samadhi True Fire was almost at full power, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill the inner demon.
However, this inner demon was born a long time ago and was born from his soul. Its foundation is extremely strong. Even the Three Flavors True Fire cannot destroy it in a short time.
The inner demon in the form of a white ape was struggling, roaring, and wailing:
"You're trying to trick me?! If you've already noticed, why don't you just take action? Why are you going through all this unnecessary drama, killing those ghost messengers and the King of Hell with your fists and palms to vent your anger? How hateful, how despicable..."
Why are you so hard to kill?... Zhang Zhiwei continued to add more firewood to make the Samadhi True Fire burn more vigorously, and then said:
"Even if I learn this Samadhi True Fire quickly, it will still take some time. And to be honest, even if I see through your intentions, I can't tell from this result how you can make me lose my balance and sink into my inner world."
"But since you've dared to set up a trap step by step, gradually widening the gap in my heart in preparation for the final decisive blow, you must have relied on something. If I turn hostile directly and you, in a desperate move, use a big move, putting me in danger, what should I do?"
"So I played along, pretending to do what you wanted while practicing Samadhi True Fire. Haha... Did you still think you had victory guaranteed until I caught you and irritated you with Samadhi True Fire? You've observed me for so long, do you really think I'm a fool? I don't like to use my brain, not that I can't, but for many things, hands-on is the best option!"
As Zhang Zhiwei continued to add fuel, the flames of the Samadhi True Fire grew bigger and bigger. Even though the mind monkey was difficult to cultivate, it was getting smaller and smaller with screams.
"Stop burning...ah...ah...don't burn me to death...I hold a huge gap in your life, don't you want to know?" The monkey struggled weakly and wailed.
"I really want to know, but not now!"
Zhang Zhiwei continued to increase the firepower. Under his continuous refining, the heart monkey had lost its shape and turned into a white ball the size of a basketball, struggling and twisting in the Samadhi True Fire, but this white ball had facial features, hair and a tail.
Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei stopped, the flame in his palm went out, and with another wave of his hand, the blazing sea of fire disappeared.
"That's about it!"
Zhang Zhiwei held the white sphere in one hand, looked at it for a while, frowned, and said to himself:
"It looks like it's OK, but to be on the safe side, we have to burn it again!"
Samadhi True Fire spread from the palm of his hand, enveloping the white sphere.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." The white sphere began to struggle violently, its size getting smaller and smaller, and even making monkey sounds.
"It's already making monkey noises, so... let's burn it for a while longer!"
Zhang Zhiwei controlled the fire and kept it burning slowly, fearing that he would accidentally burn this thing to death. This was a talent, and if it grew bigger it would be a disaster, and if it was gone it would be a pity, so he had to find a suitable spot.
Zhang Zhiwei did not stop until he had burned the monkey heart into a white ball the size of a fist.
This level of inner demons can no longer cause any trouble, whether in the human body or in the inner world, but the basic abilities are still there, which is exactly what Zhang Zhiwei wants.
Zhang Zhiwei tapped the ball lightly, injecting a trace of spiritual power into it.
In an instant, the white ball fell to the ground and turned into a little white monkey, only about three inches tall, round like a ball, and dancing on the ground with its teeth and claws bared.
"Compared to before, it's much better now!"
Zhang Zhiwei pinched the little monkey's tail, lifted it up, and held it in front of him to look at it.
Its appearance is roughly the same as before, but perhaps because it has become smaller and rounder, the ferocious look is gone, instead giving people a naive feeling. Its pair of golden eyes are large and bright, and every time it blinks, it can flash a bright golden light.
Zhang Zhiwei flicked the little white ape with his fingers, just like flicking a pendant, and said:
"Okay, now it's your turn to use your ultimate move. Let me see the huge gap in my life!"
“Squeak…”
The monkey struggled hard in Zhang Zhiwei's hands, staring with its big golden eyes and screaming non-stop. It was very angry, but not very intimidating.
"Disobedient?"
Zhang Zhiwei raised a finger, and a wisp of blue flame emerged from the tip of his finger.
The fist-sized little white ape suddenly shrank its neck, its eyes flickered, and it began to squeak.
Then, Zhang Zhiwei felt that everything around him was fading away, and darkness was coming like a tide...
At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei felt an extremely suffocated feeling in his heart. It was an inexplicable restlessness that came from nowhere and spread throughout his body, just like being in a sauna, dull and hot.
He subconsciously clenched his fist.
“Squeak…”
A sharp monkey cry was heard.
Looking down, he saw that the white ape transformed from his inner demon was still in his hand, struggling constantly.
"Even after being burned like this by me, it still affects me!"
Zhang Zhiwei suppressed his restlessness and looked around. This was a quiet room. Judging from the furnishings, it was the same quiet room in the Taoist Temple, the room where he entered into meditation and entered the inner world.
"My problem is in Longhu Mountain?"
Zhang Zhiwei stood up suddenly and found that his clothes had become much older and even his appearance had become much more haggard.
"What's the trick?"
Zhang Zhiwei squeezed the monkey in his hand hard, making it squeak and scream, then he pushed open the door of the quiet room and walked out.
As soon as I went out, I heard the sounds of flying objects and explosions one after another.
Is there something going on on the mountain? Zhang Zhiwei walked to the window of the Daozang Hall and looked out.
Thick black smoke filled Longhu Mountain, orange-red flames spread across the mountain, and the sound of explosions was deafening.
Dozens of bombers flying the Rising Sun flag flew over the sky, and the bombs they dropped exploded, leaving only a scorched earth.
"Brother, brother, you finally woke up, you finally woke up. You were in meditation in the Daozang Hall and were trapped in the inner world for ten years. Ten years, and you finally woke up!"
At the gate of the Daozang Hall, a bloody man with no limbs and covered in blood crawled in like a seal, shouting miserably.
