Amitabha, the donor should stop. ”

The great monk's face was peaceful, and he said slowly to Fahai.

The ripples around him, when he was around the great monk, dissipated little by little, and never approached him for half a minute.

"If I'm not mistaken, the mural behind you is a real illusion."

Fahai Haikou sneered, all this is false, only the mural behind the great monk is real.

At first, it seemed that he had escaped from the illusion, but he only walked from one illusion to another.

"Real or unreal."

The great monk was unmoved, and continued to laugh in his mouth.

"If you think it's true, that's true, and if you think it's illusory, it's illusory."

"Hmph, don't say much."

Fahai sneered, how could the real and the unreal be so distinguished.

Fantasy is illusion.

"Little donor, you still don't understand, if you want to, please."

The great monk has never retreated.

Stretching out his hand slightly, he signaled that Fahai could pass.

"Huh? You won't stop me? ”

Fahai frowned, feeling as if things had become even stranger.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has never stopped and will not stop."

The great monk bowed, but he generously let go of the way.

"He yearns for life, and the donor does it for himself."

With only one sentence in his mouth, Fahai's frowning brows became more and more puzzled.

Things weren't at all what he expected.

Did he guess wrong?

But the illusion around him shattered, as if to verify his conjecture.

After hesitating for a long time, Fahai finally stepped into the mural.

It's real, it's illusory.

He'll see it for himself.

"Amitabha."

The great monk only said a word, and sure enough, he didn't make the slightest move.

The mural glowed, and the next moment, Fahai's body slowly disappeared.

For a while, the ancient temple gradually became hazy and disappeared little by little.

Inside the frescoes, inside the pavilions

Fahai, who was sitting on the window platform, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a thick surprise in his eyes.

"It's back!"

Glancing at the scene outside the window, Fahai sighed inwardly.

"Little donor, are you awake?"

A coquettish sound sounded, and Fahai looked back and saw Peony standing in front of him intact.

"Huh? How many hours did I sleep? ”

Fahai was relieved to see this scene.

Sure enough, everything I experienced before was illusory.

"Little benefactor, you've been asleep for more than an hour."

Peony was puzzled and replied in her mouth.

"More than an hour?"

Fahai muttered in his mouth, always feeling a little problematic in his heart, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Little donor, it's not early at night, let's rest early."

Peony said slowly behind him, although Fahai had doubts, he didn't think about it anymore.

After glancing at the peony, Fahai finally persuaded him to retreat.

People of Buddhism, Fahai has its own bottom line.

"Hmph, I don't know how funny."

Peony, who was kicked out of the door, snorted coldly, although she didn't want to.

But being rejected is not the same as her rejecting others.

The night is slightly cool, and in the world of paintings, the stars are dotted with flowers, and the fragrance of flowers is elegant.

Fahai had no sleep all night and sat cross-legged.

It wasn't until the banquet the next day that Fahai went out.

Passing by the time of the painting wall, looking at the scenes, Faheimer was silent.

At the banquet, when Fahai arrived, Zhu Xiaolian, Meng Longtan and others had already arrived.

At this moment, between the song and the swallow dance, the left hug the right hug, so it is not romantic.

"Little donor, are you satisfied with last night?"

Above the stage, my aunt looked at Fahai below and smiled slightly.

This realm is in her hands, Fahai is a person of immortal grace, and she cares about it.

"It's okay, but it's a big dream after all."

Fahai Haizhong also chuckled in response.

He couldn't see through this illusion, but in Chen Xiaoming's memory, he saw through all this.

If this were still in the world of the wall.

So whether it's true or false, everything is a big dream.

Fahai doesn't need to care if it's all real or illusory.

When you wake up from a dream, it's a vain.

"Hahaha, everyone in the world is drunk, how do you know that this place is not a paradise." The aunt above laughed.

"That's right, little donor, this is a fairyland on earth."

The little scholar on the side was in his arms at the moment, and he couldn't help sighing.

Such a beautiful scene is like a fairyland for him.

"Gentle township, beautiful bones, the most consuming thing."

Fahai shook his head, silent.

glanced at the aunt and others above, and there was a trace of boredom in his heart.

Although this scene is good, this person is beautiful.

It's a pity, it's not a demon.

Even if they are slaughtered, there will be no points.

Inevitably, Fahai felt a little distracted.

"A few people, after the banquet is over, are you interested in taking a look at my fairyland treasure?"

The aunt above glanced down and stayed on Fahai for a long time.

His eyes came in, and he didn't know if Fahai was intentional or not.

It was strange to perceive the abnormality from this glimmer of gaze.

Treasure?

As soon as they heard the treasure of fairyland, Zhu Xiaolian, Meng Longtan and others naturally wanted to watch it.

Seeing this, Fahai raised his eyebrows and responded.

After the banquet, several people went together.

Accompanied by a group of fairyland fairies, flowers bloom on both sides, warblers and swallows, so lively.

The group came to the entrance of a cave, and on both sides were night pearls shining brightly, illuminating the cave.

"The treasure of Wonderland is ahead."

The aunt who led the way said a word, and the next moment, she led everyone into the cave.

Along the winding passage, it didn't take long for the group to come to the cave.

In the center of the cave, there is an open platform, on the platform, a round fairy bead floats, flashing with fairy light.

For a while, Zhu Xiaolian, Meng Longtan and others were stunned.

And the corners of Fahai's mouth couldn't help but sneer.

The people who came behind him had already faintly surrounded several people at this moment.

And the so-called treasure has been seen through by Fahai, and it is the core of a formation.

"Hehe, are you so impatient to do it?"

Fahai sneered in his mouth, and the golden armor wrestler behind him had already exploded and moved.

"Broken!"

The right hand flashed with a flash of inspiration, and the muzzle of the gun was directly aimed at the exploding golden armor wrestler, and the next moment, he saw a flash of inspiration, and directly opened the golden armor wrestler.

The mechanical sound of the system sounded in my head.

"Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife."

With the Buddha's name in his mouth, Fahai turned around with a smile on his face and looked at the people in the fairy land with a frightened face.

It's just that in just an instant, Fahai's expression changed greatly.

In the center of the eyebrows, the Buddha's light shines, and above the heart, a demon emerges.

But the next moment, a flash of red light flashed from the memory in his mind, and Fahai instantly regained his clarity.

"Amitabha."

With a recitation in his mouth, the doubts in Fahai's eyes were slowly unraveled at this moment.

"It's amazing."

With a sigh of praise in his mouth, Fahai was clear in his heart at the moment.

Whether it is the ancient temple before, or the world of painting walls at the moment.

It turned out to be a fantasy.

A fantasy born in his heart.

Illusion is born from the heart.

He thought in his heart that there would be an accident, so there was the appearance of the Buddha.

He thought that the Buddha was fake, so a great monk took action.

He thought in his heart that the people of this fairy realm would make a move, and Gu had such a scene.

The illusion is born from the heart, and the heart is moving and the illusion is moving!

(End of chapter)