Wine is a river, food is a forest.

Once this land lord made a move, it was an earth-shattering shock, and the river of wine was surging and surging over.

The drunken drunkenness drowned Liu Chang and made him drowsy.

The wine pond meat forest is a luxurious scene.

"There are beautiful women here, gentle in the countryside, warm jade and fragrant, and heroes with short ambitions!" The land lord laughed again and clapped his hands.

The incense clouds are rolling, and many graceful women come out of it, the sky is fragrant and the country is colorful, wearing light yarn, looming, surrounded by Liu Bian's ears, warblers and swallows, and the sound of the beautiful sound makes people sink into consciousness.

Liu Bian's heart rose with great vigilance.

This false god can't convince himself when he sees words, so will he use this kind of charm?

He kept his mind and remained unmoved.

These illusions can confuse people's hearts, and once they are addicted to them, their own will will be taken away by others, and they can no longer be autonomous, and then life is really worse than death.

Wine pond meat forest, many beauties shuttle in it, coquettish and smiling, and if a heroic character falls here, it is inevitable that it will not sink.

But Liu Bian had already seen through the truth, sat upright on the ground, and let Er do tens of millions of tricks, and I didn't move.

Seeing that these two illusions could not impress Liu Bian, the land public method changed again.

Bang bang bang!

One by one, gold ingots fell from his mouth, dense as rain, and in a short time they were piled up as high as a hill.

Liu Bian was instantly buried in it.

"There are treasures here, countless gold, wealth and glory, and endless enjoyment!"

The gold is piled up into houses, mountains, and seas...... A golden light that confused people's eyes.

All the promising methods are like dream bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such!

A faint realization rose in Liu Bian's heart, no matter how much Ren Er's means are true, they are all false!

He held on to his heart and did not move.

The soul undergoes some kind of mysterious metamorphosis from the inside out, like a green insect that has faded its cocoon chrysalis and gradually grows wings, and can fly freely between heaven and earth, unrestrained, and calm.

This is a leap in the essence of the soul!

Once successful, the spirit no longer has to fear the wind raging, and walks freely under the night, coming and going freely.

This is the realm of night tours.

These are the things that test people's hearts.

Liu Bian's spirit was not confused, but was blessed by misfortune, touching the bottleneck of breaking through the realm of night travel, as long as he stepped over in one step, it would be extraordinary.

This wonderful transformation was also felt by the land lord.

"Good boy! This is to use me as a whetstone to achieve yourself! I am really arrogant, how can you do what you want?" Seeing that the treasure could not shake his heart, his methods changed again, "There are thousands of books here, hundreds of schools, three teachings and nine streams, and there is no end to learning!"

Puff puff!

Books, bamboo slips, picture scrolls...... There was a loud noise, and the pages of the book flapped in the air like wings, piled up one after another, and it became a sea of books.

If a scholar in the world sees such a treasure trove of books and scriptures, he must indulge in it and forget to return.

Tao Te Ching, Analects, Mozi, Nanhua Sutra...... Liu Bian's soul couldn't help but be shaken.

It's just that these books are not fake, but real.

The thought probed the past, and the handwriting on it was dancing with dragons and phoenixes, expounding the true meaning of a hundred schools.

This is no longer pure illusion.

There is reality in the virtual, there is fiction in the real, the virtual is real, and it is difficult to distinguish between the true and the false.

Liu Bian's secret horror is worthy of being a god, even if he has fallen to the god position, his means are extraordinary.

The gods are bound by believers and are not free.

But defeat is also a believer, and success is also a believer.

As long as the believers survive for a day, the gods will not die, and they will live forever, and their survival power will be greater than that of immortals.

After hundreds of years, even a fool in the mountains will become knowledgeable and knowledgeable, not to mention a righteous god.

These classic books contain the Avenue of Saints, and it takes a lot of effort to get through.

The land lord manifested these collected scriptures with the power of incense.

The books are windless and automatic, and there are bursts of chanting and chanting from them, and the subtlety and righteousness are as vast as the sea.

Liu Chang felt that many thoughts were forcibly stuffed into his sea of consciousness, making him dizzy and unconscious.

"There is a happy land here, bliss in the world, no red dust and sorrow, and no longevity!"

His eyebrows shone brightly, and many illusions of light and shadow loomed in them, and he knelt on the ground and bowed to a god.

"Grandpa of the land of great mercy, please shelter my family of three to be safe and sound, free of illness and disaster!"

"Land lord, please bless this year's land harvest, and the family has surplus food!"

"Master Tubo, please bless my family's future generations, and the future will be blessed!"

......

Mortals believe in God because they seek God.

Pray that God will protect future generations, have a bright future, and have a rich family...... All beings have their own desires, so they give their own beliefs!

How noisy the business thoughts were, accompanied by the sound of prayers, squeezed into the sea of Liu Chang's knowledge, and his own consciousness was almost submerged.

The saint is a classic, as thick as a mountain.

All beings have distracted thoughts and are confused.

With a two-pronged approach, Liu Chang's soul body fluctuated, and his consciousness was like a mortal who fell into the ocean, struggling desperately, but he was never able to reach the shore.

The quagmire is deep and dangerous, and such a feeling of despair may not be able to be resisted even by determined samurai and generals.

Liu Bian also had a feeling that his consciousness was falling into a sea of suffering.

"If this continues, my soul will be shattered!" he cried out in his heart.

Once this landlord made a move, his methods were so fierce that he would not give him a chance to breathe.

No matter how realistic the illusion is, it is still a battle at the soul level after all.

Liu Bian knew that as long as he kept his heart, he would not be afraid of his thousands of changes and methods, and he could break it with one heart and one thought.

He suddenly imagined that a ball like a brain was floating in the sea of consciousness.

There are billions of runes, each as small as dust, as bright as a star, and flickering, like countless brain cells running non-stop.

The nebula is lined up, shaped like gossip.

The upper part is the congenital Fuxi gossip, and the lower part is the post-astronomical king gossip, and the two are one, which is the birth of Taiji.

As soon as this Heavenly Dao brain appeared, it flowed out of the Heavenly Dao Ancient Times, endless vicissitudes, which have not changed for thousands of years, and have not been extinguished through eternity.

Endless vicissitudes swept in, the waves washed the sand, and many distractions and chaos were washed away, leaving only a crystal bright heart, which was the original face of his own thousands of lifetimes.

Liu Chang's soul body shuddered, and all the pain and despair were swept away, and he recovered his mind.

The illusion is shattered, the heaven and the earth are still heaven and earth, and there are no more wine pools and meat forests, beautiful women, countless gold, saint classics, and distracting thoughts of all beings......

Liu changed his heart and the will of heaven, and felt the boundless vicissitudes of ancient times.

The thoughts naturally escaped, pure as one, forcibly grabbing those incense flames and converging, forming a whirlpool visible to the naked eye.

In a trance, Liu Bian repeatedly touched a threshold, and as long as he pushed it gently, he would enter a new situation.

The world will be very different.