These spirit grass illusion farmers, beside Ling Feng, wielded their sickles vigorously, sweating like rain, not feeling tired.

"Uncle, are you plowing, harvesting, and living happily here day after day?"

Under all the boredom, Ling Feng asked subconsciously, and instead smiled self-deprecatingly.

Everything in front of him is just a projection from an unknown plane, and each other is like a mirror through each other, how can the other party hear his question?

In fact, as Ling Feng expected, many farmers around, regardless of men, women, and children, treated Ling Feng as if he were air, and they didn't even notice his existence.

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth curled up with a hint of bitterness.

The Escape Secret Realm was so big that Ling Feng had already traveled to every corner, and with his eyesight, he couldn't find a single clue about the 'Great Escape Question'.

It can be seen from this that it is very difficult to comprehend the Great Pleasure Question, and this alone is enough to eliminate 99 percent of the people.

Not right-

Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

Since there is no clue to comprehend the Great Joy Question in the Secret Realm, why did the Venerable Manifestation Dao still make a bet with Ling Feng on this apprenticeship?

Ling Feng's mind became active.

He vaguely felt that if he wanted to get the opportunity to comprehend the 'Great Pleasure Question', it was in these old farmers who had transformed into spiritual grass.

If he has a way to communicate with these old farmers, he may be able to find an opportunity to make a breakthrough.

Separated by a mirror, like people from two worlds, if you want to communicate, ordinary methods will naturally not work.

Then there is the sea that relies on Ling Feng's divine sense. Huge mental power!

Ling Feng activated all the spiritual power of the four Dao marks in the Wheel of Destiny and extended out in all directions.

The majestic spiritual power fluctuations turned into substance, forcing a trace of milky white ripples to appear in the surrounding void.

"Uncle. Can you hear me?"

Waiting for the majestic spiritual power to envelop the people and things in the surrounding area, Ling Feng raised his voice and asked again.

"What?"

An old farmer closest to Ling Feng stopped what he was doing, raised his head, stared at Ling Feng in a daze, and suddenly took a step back and said, "Young man." Where did you come from, it scared the old man. ”

"Can you hear me?"

Ling Feng a carp rolling. Jumping up, full of joy.

Sure enough, as he expected, if he wanted to communicate with these old farmers who had been transformed into spirit grass, he had to rely on a strong soul power.

Meantime. Ling Feng also learned why so many disciples of Condensation Peak had failed to enter the Freedom Secret Realm.

Because it was impossible for them to have as many as four Dao marks in their life wheel like Ling Feng.

This restriction is enough to eliminate countless people.

"Young man, are you crazy, you are standing in front of the old man and me, how can I not see you?"

The old farmer muttered. Again the wheat was harvested diligently.

"Old man, I came to the Secret Realm of Freedom to comprehend the Great Escape. ”

Ling Feng reminded excitedly: "Da Xiaoyao asked if you know?"

"Young man. What kind of place are you talking about? Is this the place?"

The old man said suspiciously: "Our ancestors have lived here for generations, and this place is called Xiaoyao Village. ”

"Okay, you said that Xiaoyao Village is Xiaoyao Village. ”

Ling Feng hurriedly said, "Then have you heard of the Great Escape?"

"The ancestors of the ancestors, a proverb passed down orally from generation to generation, I don't know if it has something to do with the great pleasure you are seeking. ”

The old man recalled: "The ancestors said this: All living beings are suffering and are muddy. If you have an epiphany, you may be able to find the answers you need. ”

"All beings are suffering. Muddy, where can you get away?"

Ling Feng muttered.

The whole person seems to be enchanted.

He subconsciously took steps and walked around in this fairy island.

"Where can the people be free when they are afflicted?"

Crossing the mountains and wading through the water, Ling Feng was still like a puppet, and he didn't know how long it had been, but he passed through a bush of flowers, and suddenly he found that he had almost stepped on an ant.

This insignificant ant was carrying food dozens of times larger than itself, trying to crawl to the cave where he lived.

"An ant, can't tell the difference between high and low, ignorant, and lives in the mud all its life, is it free?"

Ling Feng subconsciously squatted down directly, and drew a circle on the ground with his fingertips, trapping the hard-working ant in it.

"The circle I drew at random is like a moat to you, you carry such heavy food, I don't know how much time you have to waste to climb over. ”

Ling Feng said to himself, "You are so small and humble in my eyes, it's really sad and lamentable!

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a hungry golden eagle appeared and hovered above Ling Feng's head.

Instead, the golden eagle was too hungry to spread its wings, and let out a trace of sorrow, falling in front of Ling Feng's eyes.

Ling Feng stretched out his palm to grab it, his mind seemed to be manipulated, and he subconsciously cut off a piece of flesh from his body with his hand to feed the eagle.

When the eagle got the food and was full, he did not have a trace of gratitude, and 'fluttered' twice, and spread his wings and flew high again.

"I've fed you, but the next time you're hungry and you can't find food for a while, you'll still die. ”

Ling Feng said with a sense of understanding: "Since you have to die sooner or later, why should I do this, you have been busy all your life for food and clothing, are you free?"

Ling Feng's mind was like a marquee, showing scenes of worldly life.

In the world, the elderly, who have lost their loved ones, are helpless, and the sick are begging along the streets for a full meal.

In a peasant family, all the children were killed in the war, and only a lonely old man with a sixtieth birthday remained, crying heartbroken.

A merchant with a wealthy family, a group of wives and concubines, because of the children's competition for property, everywhere on guard, can not rest day and night, troubles arise, and finally become suspicious, causing the wife to be separated.

With a solid family background, three wives and four concubines, and a group of children, he is countless times happier than those beggars who are not clothed, but he still has his own troubles.

"Heaven and earth are so big, where can you prove that you are free?"

Ling Feng roared wildly.

All living beings in this world have their own troubles, and I have the ability to erase all their troubles from memory.

So how are they different from a doll?

Ling Feng was like a demon, the whole person instantly became haggard, and the white hair instantly covered the top of his head.

Why do birds fly?

And the ants on the ground can't?

Because there are wings?

Who gave them wings?

Why can domestic animals only be food for humans?

And soul beasts can devour humans?

Is it because of strength?

And who gave them the strength?

Heaven and earth are like a cage, planning out frames one by one to restrict the freedom of living beings.

If you want to be free, you have to break these frames, and you can do whatever you want without them. (