Looking at the big tree in front of him, Chen Feng was silent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info He didn't have the slightest impression of the illusion in front of him, and naturally he couldn't dispel it with his memory.

Since it can't be broken, let him exist, Chen Feng thought to himself.

Gradually, thick clouds of smoke rose all around, like ghosts, floating around Chen Feng, making terrifying screams. Chen Feng already had the experience of escaping from the fire, so naturally he would not take the smoke in front of him in his eyes, but only regarded them as illusions and turned a blind eye.

Regardless of whether he was in the Secret Heaven Realm with his whole body or his pure thoughts, Chen Feng did not intend to give up on himself. Silently operating the secret power, just like his cultivation in the outside world, Chen Feng's state was adjusted to the best little by little.

After resting enough, Chen Feng raised his feet and left, who knew that as soon as he took a step, he saw a deep hole appear in front of his eyes. The cave is intertwined with canine teeth, like the open mouth of a monster. The surroundings were completely shrouded in smoke, and Chen Feng could no longer see anything except the hole in front of him.

There was silence all around, and so did the cave, and nothing changed. Chen Feng stood for a long time, but the illusion in front of him did not change in the slightest.

To go in or not to go in? Chen Feng was a little hesitant.

But Chen Feng knew that if the illusion in front of him remained unchanged and he had no way to break it, then he might have to stand here forever until he died of thirst, starvation, exhaustion, or old age. The entrance of the cave in front of you was like an eye in the dark, confronting Chen Feng, with a provocation in his eyes, do you dare to come in?

Finally, Chen Feng gritted his teeth and rushed in.

If this is the case, why not?

The cave was dark and gloomy, and the narrow cave stretched deep into it, and Chen Feng walked for a long time without seeing the end.

Finally, the cave became spacious, and many stone statues appeared on both sides, with different faces, different postures, and ever-changing demeanors, but without exception, they were all people Chen Feng had ever seen. These stone statues were as realistic as Chen Feng had seen with his own eyes, especially the expressions on his faces, as if they were all alive.

Chen Feng saw the boy next door in the fishing village, his hair was messy and his face was innocent; I saw the young master who had come to the fishing village in the town, commanding and arrogant; saw the girl who was married far away in the mountains, full of nostalgia; When I saw my wife after her husband's death, she looked sad...... These are the former residents of the fishing village, and now they are long gone, but their image is still in Chen Feng's mind, and their blood feud is still engraved in Chen Feng's heart. Chen Feng will never forget these. It was they who embellished Chen Feng's life, it was they who made Chen Feng feel hard work and kindness, and it was they who made Chen Feng witness the suffering and unyielding!

After walking a few steps, Chen Feng saw the stone statues of his grandparents, their faces were kind, with a look of pity, and they waved to Chen Feng, as if to say: Child, you are too tired to live, grandfather and grandmother miss you, come to us......

Suddenly, Chen Feng was moved. Looking at the old faces of my grandparents and thinking of their dedication to myself, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

A drop of cold water seeped out of the cave wall and dripped onto the stone statue's cheek, making a whimpering sound that sounded as if it were a grandparent crying.

"Grandfather! Grandmother! Chen Feng choked out, and he reached out and grabbed the cold hand of his grandparents' stone statue.

For a while, Chen Feng was completely immersed in the injury, but he forgot that what he was facing was only a stone statue, and what he was in was only an illusion.

Just when Chen Feng was completely immersed in the illusion and couldn't extricate himself, he had completely lost the idea of living, and he was about to die, Chen Feng's neck, the place where the centipede raised by the strange old man in the bamboo building in the morgue had bitten, suddenly became painful. In Chen Feng's body, the medicinal power of the life-and-death line-line soup had been integrated into his first secret vortex, and now that it was attacking at the same time, Chen Feng's brain felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, and it suddenly became painful.

After these two consecutive pains, Chen Feng's sanity immediately regained a trace of consciousness.

Chen Feng looked at the placket of his clothes that were wet with tears, and couldn't help but ask himself, "What's wrong with me?" Thinking about his mental state before, Chen Feng couldn't help palpitating, and couldn't help but be full of gratitude to that strange old man for letting him take the life-and-death line soup. The first-line soup of life and death not only allowed Chen Feng to condense the origin of secret power, possess the secret vortex, and become a secret person, but also gave him the ability to resist negative emotions that ordinary secret people did not have.

Wiping away his tears, Chen Feng carefully examined the stone statues in front of him, and already knew that these were just illusions, not real. However, their faces were still so clear, which also made Chen Feng maintain the respect he deserved for them.

His sanity gradually recovered, but Chen Feng's feelings were still indulged in memories.

No matter whether a person's life is long or short, whether they are mortals or secret beings, all they live is practice. The biggest place of cultivation is not the secret realm, but the hustle and bustle of the red dust.

Only the hustle and bustle of the world is red dust. There are officialdom and wealth in the red dust, and there are pastoral mountains and forests. A "red" character represents all kinds of temptations in the world and symbolizes people's pursuit and **. The word "dust" represents all kinds of suffering in the world, symbolizing people's understanding and understanding. Gains and losses, sorrows and joys, this is the eternal variation in the red dust.

Chen Feng thought that if the heavens, stars, and moon beads did not appear in his life, he would not suffer the catastrophe of destroying the village, and he would be a fisherman for the rest of his life, just like other children in the fishing village. However, Chen Feng didn't think it was very bad.

After experiencing the hardships of the secret world, Chen Feng has understood that people are precious in spirit. If you can turn your knowledge into wisdom and your feelings into wisdom, you will naturally be able to mend the defects of life and smooth out the waves of life.

However, if I hadn't experienced these ups and downs, would I have been able to have the understanding I have today? Chen Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly. Life is so full of paradoxes, full of things that can be seen everywhere but meaningless, and things that the heart longs for are very few and never reachable. How many people seem to be in the beginning stage from birth to death, which constitutes innate regret and pain. As a result, some people see through the red dust, or understand and realize the truth of the world, or they don't want anything anymore. Granny Yin, Feng Yuan, Leng Feng, Ming Yuan and others, because of their different pursuits and understandings, live different lives.

However, not everyone is enlightened. Just like Feng Yuan, he may not be able to let go of the pursuit of the secret world until he dies. The rainstorm is like a note, some people pay attention to the wet clothes, and some people are eager for the rainbow after the rain; Seeing the lowly soil, some people dislike its dirt, while others praise it for growing fruitful crops. Doesn't the secret realm and power give people the same feeling?

Life between heaven and earth is indeed very small compared to the infinite space and the time without beginning and end.

However, this insignificance is only relative. The mayfly is born and dies, but for it, this is also a precious life. The life span of a secret person is more than hundreds or even thousands of years, and if they are spent in cultivation, they are not worth the dreams of mortals.

In Chen Feng's view, the continuation of any life is first and foremost an instinct. Behind the instinct, there is also the pursuit of dreams. In the dark, there is a goal that makes people unswerving, and that is the highest meaning of life.