Xuewan's face lingered in Ding Jun's mind, and suddenly it shattered and disappeared.

He was startled and looked up suddenly, only to find that the mirror had also shattered at the same time, and behind the mirror, there was still an illusory and endless white mist.

"Well, since you're so resistant, I'm not reluctant, but you have to remember that this is where you end up. As for the outside, it is full of red dust, and fighting and killing will not play any role in promoting the process of human evolution. You go, we can't keep you. The voice finally gave up.

Ding Jun's feet were light, and he suddenly found that he was in the underground secret room, and Fang Qing and Lian Chengjiu were staring at him straightly.

"What's wrong with me? I ...... just now" From the eyes of the two, Ding Jun sensed that something was wrong.

"You were stunned for about half an hour, where did you go?" Liancheng asked.

Ding Jun shook his head, he couldn't explain his hallucination, so he simply shut up.

"I know you must have gone through a lot of changes in your thinking, otherwise, your eyes wouldn't be so empty." Fang Qing said.

Ding Jun's mind was confused, and he walked up the steps, wanting to exit the secret room.

"Where are you going?" Fang Qing asked loudly.

"Go out and say, it's too stuffy here." Ding Jun said.

When he came out of the secret room, Fang Qing also followed, quietly following behind.

"I want to go west." Ding Jun said thoughtlessly.

Fang Qing smiled and nodded silently in agreement.

"Don't ask me, why did you fall into that weird state just now?" Ding Jun asked.

Fang Qing shook her head silently.

Ding Jun sighed and slowly told the Xin Jue just now. He was very depressed and entangled in his heart, not knowing where the illusion came from, let alone what the mirror and the general in the illusion meant. The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear, maybe Fang Qing can provide some help.

"A qiē has a law, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, should be viewed as such." After listening, Fang Qing only replied to these four sentences.

Ding Jun tilted his head and silently chewed the meaning, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind gradually settled.

"You mean, ignore the illusion and get on with what you're going to do?" He asked.

"That's right." Fang Qing smiled, "If you don't think about it, you will die, and if you don't think about it, you will be reckless." What Master Confucius said has remained unchanged for two thousand years, educating generation after generation, and slowly passing on to our generation. Now, if we have an idea, we will implement it, and we will resolutely move forward, and we will never give up until we achieve our goal. I believe that we will be good partners, and I believe that we can find that snow night girl. Rest assured! ”

Ding Jun was seen through by the other party, his face turned red, and he smiled.

"Have you thought about it? Guge is not only an ancient ruin, an ancient remnant, but also a murderous demon cave and an explorer's grave, isn't it?" Fang Qing asked again.

Before coming to Torin Temple, Ding Jun had too much sorrow in his heart. He thought that when Shi Miaoshou faced the urn, he would be in pain. However, after a series of thrilling changes, the center of the matter has completely changed to the ruins of "Guge", from "human favor" to "interests".

Torin Monastery is a tantric holy place, and it should not be tainted by this earthly copper stench, and the complex changes of the stone magic hand have already tainted the purity of the holy land.

Ding Jun was just about to answer Fang Qing's question when a young monk walked into the courtyard and saluted Fang Qing: "Master Dawu has invited a Mr. Ding to come over and talk."

Fang Qing's face suddenly had joy: "Is it a half-step cliff where the master cultivates?"

The monk nodded, did not squint, and looked at Fang Qing intently: "Master said, please ask him to go alone, please don't disturb others."

Fang Qing also nodded, and respectfully returned the salute: "Please tell Master Sù, go immediately."

The monk turned away and disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

Fang Qing couldn't hold back the surprise: "Ding Jun, Master Dawu is the most famous sage in the Torin Temple, he has been in the temple for thirty years, and there are very few people who have been summoned. You are blessed to be summoned by him now. Let's go, we'll be right over! ”

Ding Jun had vaguely heard the name of "Great Enlightenment Venerable", which was one of the hundred great sages in Tibet, and ordinary people who wanted to be blessed by him may not have a chance.

The two of them swerved upward, and the mountain road became more and more rugged and steep.

"The half-step cliff is down, nearly 100 meters in the air, and there are mostly wolves, insects, rats and ants in it. The place where Master Dawu practiced was on a wooden plank suspended from the cliff. He wears size 42 shoes, only half of which is on a wooden plank, and has been in prison for forty-seven days. He has supreme wisdom and can see through all the hypocrisy and cruelty of the world. Fang Qing said.

"What's the use of him seeing me?" Ding Jun is not optimistic.

"No matter what he says, promise first." Fang Qing said.

The two climbed a near-upright mountain path and approached four giant trees that reached into the sky.

The mountain wind was cold, and Ding Jun was almost blown off the cliff.

"Ding Jun, do it yourself, go up by yourself." Fang Qing stopped.

Ding Jun did not shirk humility, and walked up step by step.

He climbed to the top of the mountain, looked down, and the clouds and mountains were covered in fog, and there was no trace. Four arm-thick brown ropes were drawn from the giant tree, and they stretched to the bottom of the cliff in a dead knot. About two meters below the cliff, a monk in a fluttering robe was left independent, as if he had been feathered into an immortal, freed from the shackles of the world and time.

Sure enough, only half of the monk's feet were on the wooden planks inserted in the cliff wall, and the forefeet were hanging in the air, and they could fall down into the abyss at any time, leaving no bones left.

"Come down." The monk did not raise his head, but said loudly.

The wind was strong at the top of the cliff, and as soon as the monk's words came out, he had already drifted away with the wind before he could fully understand them.

"The Master wants to see me?" Ding Jun asked.

The monk laughed: "Of course it's me."

Ding Jun shook his head: "I'll just listen here." He refused to take risks alone because there were still important things to be done in this life.

"Truth is like hail falling from the sky, which can only fall from high to low. If you don't come down, how can you catch the hail? How can those fruits of wisdom attain the true meaning of life if they do not come down from the tree?" The monk said thoughtlessly.

Ding Jun thought about it, leaned down lightly, landed on one of the planks, and pressed his back against the cliff wall, trying to keep his body balanced.

"Here, let's forget about the Torin Temple, forget about the qiē outside, because we are on the verge of life and death, as long as we slide out half a step, we will enter the realm of the undead. Only in this embarrassing realm of not advancing or retreating can we stimulate all the wisdom in the human brain and make the most correct choice. The monk said.

This is a person with brush eyebrows, leopard ringed eyes, full beard, and dark skin, if it weren't for being in the Torin Temple, Ding Jun would never associate the other party with the monk, because this person's appearance is really rough and unintelligent.

Strangely, the monk speaks, never through his own mouth, but with a slight bulge in his abdomen, which constantly makes sounds.

"Maybe." Ding Jun said.

The monk turned around and looked at Ding Jun intently: "Are you the person I am looking for?"

"Maybe." Ding Jun smiled bitterly again.

"So, you must have heard something in the air at Torin? A kind of cry, a kind of ghost crying wolf, a spirit of pursuing victory without fear of death. That's not an auditory hallucination, it's a real thing. The monk said.

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