Seeing Hao Duanduan turn into something like a painting in front of him, Pan Long was taken aback.

He didn't guess that these people might die, but what he guessed was that once these people were exposed as "ancients", they would turn into corpses or even piles of weathered dry bones - just like a corpse that had gone through a long time, but he never imagined that it would be like this.

Compared with his shock, several other scholars were even more frightened.

They looked around in a daze, panicked like quails about to be caught and skinned, and did not know what to do.

A scholar shouted, "Brother Wang, Brother Wang, what's wrong with you?"

He probably had a good relationship with the scholar who turned into a painting, and until this time, he still cared about the other party's situation. But no matter how much he shouted, the scholar remained motionless, as if frozen.

The scholar who shouted hesitated for a moment, seeing that the scholar surnamed Wang didn't seem to have changed more, looked left and right, picked up a branch on the ground, and poked at the other party.

The branches poked at the body were of no use. Pan Long clearly saw that the place where he was poked by the branch was not even a little dented, and it no longer looked like flesh and blood at all, but like a hard thing like a sculpture.

The scholar was still not dead, and poked twice to make sure that this "brother Wang" had indeed become something that was by no means a living person, so he showed a depressed look and threw away the branch.

"How could it be...... How could this be? We just came to see the first pagoda in the world, and we were caught up here for some reason, and then inexplicably, Brother Wang became like this......" He looked around blankly, "When I see Brother Wang's family, how should I explain to them?"

The other scholar suddenly looked at Pan Long.

He muttered to himself: "We are good here, but as soon as he came and said a few words, Brother Wang became like this......"

The scholars were reminded by him, and their eyes when they looked at Pan Long were suddenly full of fear.

The years go by, the times change or something, of course they also understand. But compared to those things that may not be certain, it is an indisputable fact that Pan Long only said a few words, and a companion became a portrait or a sculpture-like strange appearance.

I don't know who took the lead first, but these scholars suddenly shouted, turned around and ran away.

Pan Long didn't chase after him, he just stood where he was, motionless and watched as the scholars stumbled away and ran farther and farther.

He still hasn't understood what is going on in this world, so naturally he won't make rash moves.

After a moment's hesitation, he pulled out a spare long knife and tried to stab the "royal brother" in the arm.

The sharp blade touched the sleeve of the supposedly soft kaftan but did not pierce it, not even a single dent. The feeling coming from the tip of the knife was as if it had been pierced by extremely strong stone and iron, and it did not look like cotton cloth or a human body at all.

He frowned, adding a bit of strength to his hand.

Nothing has changed.

Pan Long frowned again, thought for a while, put away the knife, and then suddenly waved the long knife and slashed at the arm of "Brother Wang".

A faint blade extended from the blade and landed on the arm in the blink of an eye.

With his skills, this knife was enough to cut off a stubborn stone. Therefore, he was very careful when he exerted his strength, and immediately retracted his strength after preparing the knife, at most it was to cut the skin, and definitely not to cut off his arm.

But the feeling of slashing his arm made him more and more surprised.

The blade touched the arm, but there was no strength to rebound, and the true qi condensed on the knife was like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Huh?"

He couldn't help but exclaim—this was different from when he tried to touch it with the tip of his knife just now!

The same arm, which just now felt like it was really hard as iron and stone, now feels like ...... I can't tell, there is no such strange thing in the world that can completely absorb power. It's like meeting a martial arts master, and using extremely clever force to completely dissolve his power.

Seeing this situation, Pan Long's first guess was ...... Could it be that this person is still kidding me?

He has lived in the Northland for many years, and he has also followed his father to participate in autumn hunting, and has seen some ghosts and ghosts. And during the time when he followed Bi Lingkong to learn art, Bi Lingkong took him to see a lot of demons and monsters, and even fought against them.

In terms of understanding these inhuman things, he is far better than the average old Jianghu.

But he had never heard of it, that a living person would become something like a painting or a sculpture in front of his eyes!

But if this "Brother Wang" is a top master, joking with him and making fun of him, it would be much easier to explain.

"Senior Wang, don't be joking. He said, "It's not funny at all!"

The frozen-minded scholar did not react.

Pan Long shook his head, turned around and left.

If this senior Wang is really joking with him, then ignore it.

Whereas...... If the other party really turns into a weird appearance, there is nothing wrong with avoiding it from afar.

Being able to turn a big living person into such a weird thing, Pan Long felt that he probably couldn't afford to provoke him.

can't be provoked, so naturally we have to see if we can afford to hide.

His light skills are very good, his steps are like flying, and he ran out at least five or six miles in a while, and ran to the nearby seaside in one breath - the scenery in this painting is that the great sage of Cihang watched the sunrise on the seaside, and then suddenly realized the principle of impermanence of life and death in Buddhism, chanted poetry and walked into the sea, and everywhere he went, a lotus flower carried him higher and higher, and finally walked to the top of the nine heavens, achieving immortality.

As for the goddess scattering flowers and the like, it is all pure embellishment, and it doesn't have much practical significance.

Of course, Pan Long will not rush to Cihang Dasheng's side, this "Brother Wang" is just an ordinary scholar, he is already so eccentric, Cihang Dasheng is a legendary ancient immortal Buddha who cultivates both Buddhism and Taoism, and finally proves immortal, and he doesn't know how powerful it is, if he can't get close, it's best not to get close.

He is not the kind of person who lacks opportunities and wants to apprentice when he sees a master.

What's more, he felt that even if he was a great sage of Cihang, he might not be much better than his teacher.

Running to the beach in one breath, Pan Long hesitated for a moment and tried to swing a knife into the sea.

The knife gas entered the water, splashing waves, and it seemed to be no different from ordinary water.

He thought about it, took out a bamboo tube - this is a tool used to hold water when camping in the wilderness, hit a tube of seawater, and then heated it with internal force, only to see that the sea water in the bamboo tube quickly boiled, and the white water vapor kept coming out, gurgling and gurgling.

As the sea water boils, the already moist and salty smell in the air becomes more pronounced.

"It really looks like it's just ordinary seawater......

Pan Long muttered to himself, using internal force to completely evaporate a tube of seawater, and finally there was only a little gray-white powder left in the bamboo tube, which should be crude sea salt.

He didn't touch what might have been sea salt, and turned back and walked back into the mountains.

After a while, he found a mountain spring.

The spring is drawn from the bamboo tube, and the clear spring water flows into the bamboo tube, which quickly melts the sea salt.

But...... The water in the bamboo tube does not have the salty smell that seawater should have.

Pan Long smiled slightly, and once again activated the internal force, and the water in the bamboo tube quickly boiled.

This time, there is no saltiness in the water vapor produced by boiling.

When the water of the bamboo tube is steamed dry, the bottom of the bamboo tube is empty, and there is nothing left.

"Haha! I see!" Seeing this scene, Pan Long had completely understood, "Sure enough, it's just an illusion! This sea is not a real sea, and this spring is not a real spring." and even ...... This mountain and water, this heavenly sage, this heaven and earth, are all just illusions!"

"Perhaps...... Even those scholars are just illusions!"

In an instant, a wonderful feeling suddenly appeared and flowed into his heart.

[Everything in the world is illusory. 】

Pan Long closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw that he had returned to the Dongling Pagoda, and in front of him was the picture of Cihang stepping on the sea to become a saint.

"In this mural, there is really a hidden mental method of a senior master!"

He couldn't help but be a little surprised, although he didn't lack the profound mental method, but being able to get the mental method inheritance of the predecessors was still a gratifying thing after all.

He hurriedly turned to leave, and after a while he came to an inaccessible beach by the river, found an open space to sit down, closed his eyes, and then carefully pondered the mental method.

The first sentence of the opening sentence is to explain that all things are empty—not the "emptiness" of the so-called "transformation of existence and non-transformation, the unity of color and emptiness", but just like the meaning on paper, emptiness, nothingness, and nothingness.

This predecessor believed that everything in the world is essentially void. And what people see and what they perceive is not from external objects, but from their own hearts.

If you feel beautiful in your heart, then everything is beautiful, if you feel ugly, then everything is ugly, and even all kinds of joy and luck, all kinds of sorrow and misfortune, all the joys and sorrows in the world, in fact, do not exist at all, they are all empty.

Even this world does not exist.

All of this is just the thoughts of "me".

Pan Long naturally disagrees with such a view, he is still a materialist at heart. It is nothing more than the recognition of the existence of strange forces and gods on the basis of materialism - materialism does not reject these things, it is nothing more than that these things really do not exist in another world, so whether or not to recognize them has become the main symbol of materialism and idealism.

No matter how absurd something is, as long as it can be proved that it objectively exists, then there is nothing that materialism does not admit.

Comparatively speaking, materialism also only admits those things that can prove its objective existence. Or take a step back, if not if it can't be proven, at least you can try to falsify it - if the falsification fails, it will naturally be confirmed.

Materialism does not recognize anything that can neither be verified nor falsified, everything that "believes or does not believe", does not recognize it.

The same goes for Pan Long.

Therefore, this senior's mental method, fundamentally, he does not admit it.

Everything is the heart of "me", and what is "me"?

Is it that senior? or is it Pan Long?

That senior is just an immortal Buddha and the like, no matter how powerful his heart is, it can't be stronger than himself, how can he derive all things in heaven and earth, and create immortals, Buddhas, demons and gods?

Not to mention, the murals left by that predecessor are clearly just the story of this world, where did the legends and allusions of another world that Pan Long knew come from?

And if everything is just Pan Long's own thoughts, it will be even more ridiculous - he is a bad old man living in a rich and peaceful world, even if he hallucinates when he dies and wants to be young again, he will not be young into a completely different world, and experience those lives that he does not like.

If he had a choice, he would rather return to the old world, be born, old, sick and die as an ordinary person, and live a peaceful and stable life for another life.

Martial arts, spells, flying away?

It's not that there are no these in the game "Shushan......

It's a pity that he probably can't go back!

Thinking of this, Pan Long sighed deeply, and the excitement and joy of the adventure also dispersed most of it.

He put aside his chaotic thoughts, and then carefully pondered this mental method, and gained something again.

Although this mental method is not in line with his worldview and cannot be cultivated, based on this mental method, an effective means of fighting against illusion can be derived.

The essence of the art of illusion is nothing more than to disturb people's senses and make people make wrong judgments. If we can use "everything is illusory" as the basis, then all illusion techniques will naturally be illusory, and those disturbances will become meaningless, like a breeze blowing on the face, and will not have the slightest effect.

It's just that I want to accomplish this means, but it's not something that can be achieved overnight. Maybe...... The next time Tiangang tempers his body, he can use this topic as a pastime to figure it out in his leisure time for cultivation.

Pan Long nodded, and was about to leave, when he suddenly frowned again.

As far as he knew, the Dongling Pagoda was an ancient building that had been built before the establishment of the Great Xia Dynasty, and the murals in the tower were the same.

So, how could the senior who left the mural know the dress of the scholars in the Great Xia Dynasty era, and also know the name of the Son of Heaven in the Great Xia Dynasty?

His eyes widened.

Wrong!

Could it be ...... Those scholars are really the ancients who were sucked into the murals?

Thinking of this, he hurried towards the East Spirit Pagoda.

After a while, he stepped into the Dongling Pagoda again and came to the mural of the Great Sage of Cihang stepping on the sea and ascending to heaven.

Without much effort, he found a few scholars on the mural.

It's just that unlike just now, the scholars on the mural no longer gather together, looking at the sea view in the distance and admiring, but one person stands blankly by the pavilion where you can see the seaside, and the rest run to the bottom of the cliff in the distance, looking terrified.

Pan Long clearly saw that there was a severed branch at the foot of the scholar who was standing blankly.

It's like ...... The scene he had just experienced was mediocre.