Anyone who has read history can relate the above story to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom era.

Ding Jun was speechless, because he had seen a similar metaphor in the underground secret room before. The two phases confirm that he believes that one qiē is not groundless.

The history of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is familiar to most people, and the many doubts hidden in it are even more intriguing. However, the peasant uprising came and went in such a hurry, and there was so little history to trace that those doubts became mathematical equations that could never be solved. The fratricidal brothers, the defeat of Tianjing, the westward journey, the difficulty of the Dadu River until the final death proudly became the tragic chain in the fate of the winged king Shi Dakai. Later generations can only lament that every qiē is ruthlessly tricked by the hands of the heavens. The same Dadu River destroyed Shi Dakai's Taiping Tian**, but was proudly trampled under the feet of another hero, and achieved the great cause of opening the world. However, what does that history have to do with the practitioners on the half-step cliff of Torin Temple?

"I still don't understand, can the seniors explain it more clearly?" The fog above Ding Jun's head had not dissipated, and he still couldn't see the direction clearly.

"Redemption Some people came to this world with a mission, which is to redeem a qiē. Some people have the ability to transform the world, whip south, point the sword at the Central Plains, and eventually become big names in social change; Some people don't measure their own strength and become the laughing stock of the mantis arm as a car. So, keep your heart deep in the dust and keep a low profile until it's settled, and then you will show your true colors......," the monk said.

Ding Jun smiled bitterly, becoming more and more ungraspable. Because he couldn't understand how the monks around him came from the much-anticipated international stage to the remote and remote Torin Monastery.

"This is the last moment." The monk said.

When he stretched out his arms again, his back left the cliff. Ding Jun was shocked to find that the clothes on his back were full of holes, and hundreds of blue-gray branches had passed through the hole, connecting him to the cliff. Each branch is the thickness of a little finger, and the branches are covered with green moss, intertwined into a large bundle, like the vascular tissue in the human body.

"A battle of life and death, a king and a loser." The monk said again.

Right in front of them, the mist flowed slowly, sometimes thicker and sometimes lighter, gradually changing into a myriad of abstract figures. On the left, there is a giant with a sword, with a disheveled head and uninhibited debauchery; On the right, there is a tall and burly general with a helmet and armor, with a long-handled broadsword in his hand.

With a wave of air, the giant and the general suddenly moved forward, fighting together.

Ding Jun didn't dare to blink, and looked at the mysterious picture motionlessly, until the two clouds of mist suddenly separated, and the giant and the general fluttered their arms and flew up, turning into vultures and goshawks in midair. There is only one vulture, while the goshawk is an overwhelming flock.

"Vultures? Goshawk? Isn't that the fight I saw when I first came down? So, am I seeing a real vulture fighting an eagle, or is it another hallucination?" Ding Jun couldn't help but think like that.

"It's time to end, after so many years, there will always be a time when the dust settles...... the monk muttered.

Another sharp voice also entered Ding Jun's ears: "It will never end, unless the water on the plateau flows in the opposite direction, from east to west." You think that the victory of good over evil is the end, but you don't know that the dark fire under the earth will definitely burst out of the ground and burn this qiē. Those dark fires will never burn out, you will never see them, they will live forever and die with the planet...... Hahahaha, hahahaha......"

"Guge divine power doesn't exist zài, does it?" The monk closed his eyes, but his ears twitched, apparently listening intently to the voice.

"Why do you always deny the facts? Everyone knows that it is real, just below the women's city in the West Pole. No matter how much you try to cover up the truth, you won't change the status quo. Hand over the map, hand over the map, hand over the map......" The sharp voice was sharply raised several times.

Ding Jun subconsciously raised his hand to cover his ears, his eardrum was pierced and painful, and he couldn't hear any sound next, and his brain was at a loss.

He saw that the vultures in the fog were fighting the eagles, and beyond the mist, the vultures were coming back and fighting with another group of rock eagles.

"Mirrors? Mirror World?" His mind flickered, and he remembered the mirrored world he had seen in the hallucination of the underground chamber. At this moment, the battle between the two eagles and eagles is not the relationship between the body and the mirror. However, there are no mirrors in the air, so why is there such a strange scene?

Suddenly, Ding Jun noticed something rattling behind him, some tiny snake-like object piercing through his clothes and touching his body.

"Don't ...... Move...... Maps, Guardian Maps...... I'll give it to you, I'll give it all to you, this is the day of my death, after the thirty-three rings of thunder, as soon as the qiē ends, my mission will be over, and the rest will be handed over to you, and I'll leave it to you......" The monk's voice sounded again.

Those thin snakes swam behind Ding Jun, from the initial one to dozens. He couldn't see, but the touch of his skin told him unmistakably that the snake was looking for the weak link in his skin and choosing to enter the gap. In other words, those things were trying to sneak into him and make him like a monk.

Ding Jun had a fierce confrontation in his mind, and he had a difficult choice between "allowed" and "not allowed". Because his body has undergone years of military training, he has a natural reaction in an instant, and his musculoskeletal tension is like a copper drum, keeping out sudden danger.

He didn't want to become a guardian monk on a half-step cliff, but the monk's previous words were opening up his deep consciousness, making him vaguely feel that he had some kind of great responsibility that he was born with, and he had to pay dedication and carry the burden. If you choose the latter, you will have to accept this cruel test.

"You have to accept and don't let the thread of life break here...... The life and death of an individual is insignificant compared to the survival of the world. Under the nest, Ann has finished eggs? You have to accept ...... Must ......" The monk's voice grew weaker and weaker, and his tone became more and more desperate.

At this time, Ding Jun only asked five words in his heart: "Is that true?"

The way for human beings to contact the world is basically through seeing, hearing, tongue, nose and even finger touch, and only in this way can we discern whether the world around us is really illusory. Now, Ding Jun no longer believes in his senses, and is on the verge of a triple combination of reality, mirroring, and psychedelia. He even suspected that the cliff behind him, the abyss at his feet, and the battle of the eagles in front of him were all fake, and by extension, he rushed to the Torin Temple alone, the Thorin Temple's treachery, and the death of Shi Hai were all fake. Then, he also suspected that his life and the course of his life were fake.

One qiē, all fake, is an illusion; A qiē has never begun, and there has never been a zài.

Suddenly, he smiled faintly, as if in an instant, he had seen through the true meaning of life, and completely put life and death out of the way. At that moment, he opened his heart and let go of the confinement of his body, allowing those thin snake-like branches to drive straight into his body.

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