Phantom closed his eyes and calmed his mind, and his spiritual sense was reduced, and the eyes of his heart were allowed to look at everything around him.

There is light over there! She mustered all her strength and jumped towards the light, the black curtain around her body seemed to be cut by a horizontal knife, the breeze blew on her face, and when she raised her eyes, the sky was full of stars.

Phantom Wu stands alone in front of the Feeling Spirit Tower, the tower body is full of light, and the golden bell at the corner of the eaves shakes gently, like a tender willow stirring the spring water.

When I went out that night, I guess it was from here that I entered the memory of the weeping bell, and the long must be nearby.

Phantom turned around, and sure enough, he found Changjue in the half-human-tall bushes not far behind him.

Chang Jue squatted and didn't move, staring straight ahead with a pair of eyes, and at first glance, his mind was stuck in the illusion. In fact, those who have fallen for illusion are best to come out by their own will, and only then can they crack the illusion in the true sense.

If you rely on the help of others to get out of the illusion, the illusion will remain in your mind, and it will affect the person who is in the middle of the illusion to a greater or lesser extent, and the most serious will make people unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and they will be in a trance for a long time.

Therefore, when you have to use illusions, you will only cast a very splendid and ethereal illusion, which is different from the real world, and this illusion is easy to confuse people in a short time, but it is also easy to crack and come out, and it will not have any impact on people.

But there are also very powerful illusionists, who already rely on their own skills to eat, so they are not so kind. Creating some illusions that are difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and making people dependent on their own illusions, is like having an "iron rice bowl", but there are only a few people in this world who are really suffering enough to rely on illusion for comfort.

In addition to being a powerful illusionist, he is good at confusing people's spirits and demons, and he often creates the kind of illusion that traps people and is difficult to get out of. Most of the illusions created are used to protect themselves, and of course, they can also use the illusion to form a spell, like a magic circle, which can resist outsiders from entering their territory.

The illusion can be built on a superior geographical environment, for example, some places are born to be the situation of the cage, the realm of gossip, only need some magic weapons to create a trap, once someone steps into that place, they will automatically enter the illusion, and the illusion is very suspicious that this spiritual tower may be such a place.

Whether it is an illusion created by one's own spiritual power, or this illusion maintained by magic weapons, if it is used to trap the enemy, then most of them are more dangerous. This kind of illusion will create a world that is not much different from the real world, and it is likely that it is a picture of what you have experienced, making people feel that they have gone back to the past in an instant, or have fallen into a dream.

In this kind of fantasy, you will usually see the most unforgettable scenes in your heart and recreate the most impressive events. Seeing the person you want to see the most, the person you love the most, or the person you hate the most, you can re-experience the pain and the pleasure you cherish the most, which causes the emotions of the practitioner to fluctuate in a short period of time, and the greater the influence, the deeper you will fall into the illusion.

Those who are not determined will lose themselves in this kind of love and hatred, or they will go crazy or be trapped in it. Some people are hard to resist the demons in their hearts, and even draw their swords to kill themselves, it can be said that illusion itself is a bloody weapon to hurt people.

Whether it is a naturally formed illusion or an illusion created by the spirit with spiritual power, most of them can strengthen their own power by absorbing the emotional energy of the practitioner. The illusion will expand, the spiritual power will increase, and the demon spirits who take illusion as their own strength will also increase their cultivation through this method.

Just as the legendary dream demon is strengthened by the dream that devours people, even when the phantom is still a phantom demon grass, it grows because of the dream of absorbing Huiming.

Whether it is fairies, demons and ghosts, as long as they exist in heaven and earth, they need to survive, and if they harm people infinitely, this kind of thing is understandable.

But Phantom Wu didn't know what kind of illusion Chang Jue was trapped in at this time, she decided to wait a little longer, if Chang Jue still couldn't get out on his own, then Phantom Wu could only take the risk of pulling him out.

The night sky overhead is surrounded by tall trees, and in the bright moonlight, the stars resemble small white flowers embroidered on a dark blue silk cloth, which can only be used as an embellishment for the bright moon.

There was silence all around, only a few leaves swaying and rustling, but in such a peaceful environment, Phantom Wu could not get a moment of peace.

She looked straight at the person in front of her, and if she saw any signs of mood swings on his face, she would not hesitate to help. Only Phantom herself knew how anxious and nervous she was, and her palms were slippery, as if she was holding a cluster of ice cubes.

Once again, she deeply realized how sad it is that even if the body is only a stone's throw away, the soul can be divided into two worlds.

Fortunately, she is not completely powerless, and most importantly, she always believes that Changjue can lift the shackles on her own.

After this incident, Phantom Wu actually felt sincerely glad that she always trusted Changjue, just as Changjue always believed in herself. If he and Chang Jue were in the position of weeping bells and motes, even if they couldn't stay together because of their identity and responsibility, Phantom Wu believed that they could always have a tacit understanding, at least they wouldn't have a disagreement because of emptiness.

Trust is actually the cheapest and most precious bridge between people, it can be easily owned by people, and some people may not really have it in their lifetime. It can be rock-solid, or it can be as fragile as water-soaked tissue paper that can be easily torn off with a single finger.

Phantom Wu felt that her heart was full, and the rock pressed in her heart, but it would not make her depressed. The most simple feelings between people are carried on trust, and the trust she has is so precious that she can inherit any emotion - the emotion of longevity, and the emotion of this world.

As soon as Chang Jue opened his eyes, he saw such a smiling and tearful face as Phantom Wu. Her face was almost transparent in the moonlight, her eyes were wet like a spring in a mountain stream, and her smile was filled with satisfaction and joy, as if she was witnessing a white tan bloom at night.

Chang Jue looked at this face and smiled unconsciously.

"I knew you could come out on your own!" Phantom Wu was relieved to see that he had woken up.

Chang Jue was a little ashamed, he should have appeared earlier, he shouldn't have indulged himself in the illusion, he was so worried about the illusion.

Huanwu couldn't feel his careful thoughts, she directly pulled up the long one: "The matter of the weeping bell and the dust, you must tell Lin Qiyi them." Chang Jue had to gather his mind and go back to the Zen Monastery with Phantom Wu.

But when he returned to the monastery, he was amazed by what he saw.

This is still a quiet and elegant temple, and it is simply in ruins. The main hall is dilapidated, leaving only broken walls, flowers and trees in the courtyard are growing indiscriminately, and weeds are even more vigorous in the untended space, almost intertwined with the house and the temple grow.

The once flourishing camellia has long since withered, leaving only the remains of the branches crooked among the weeds, and the release pond under the tree is full of fallen leaf silt. The cobwebs that can be seen everywhere under the porch glow silver in the moonlight, adding a touch of damaged splendor to this lifeless Buddhist temple.

The stone statues of Buddha* are missing, and only the rubble on the ground can make people imagine what kind of face they once stood here, for people to admire or give people comfort.

The great sun in the main hall can still maintain a complete Buddha body because of the shelter of the house, and it is also dusty at this time, and it is no longer a Buddha who is not stained with dust.

Yes, this is the real Temple of Mercy. The monks here are buried under the grass in front of the Spiritual Pagoda, and no one can take care of this place that can give the world a moment of shelter.

The two of them hurried to the Zen courtyard, the original quaint Zen courtyard was more dilapidated than the main courtyard, the door was crooked, most of the roof collapsed to the ground, and the blue and white moonlight could shine directly into the house.

Lin Qiyi and Fan Xiaotan were not in the house, and there was no trace of Jiming. However, Phantom Wu is not worried about him, since he dares to come here, it means that he must have been prepared, he should have seen through the illusion here a long time ago, so he said such a thing to Phantom Wu.

It's just that I don't know if Phantom Wu can be regarded as a "void phase" in his mouth at this time?

"Where are they going?" Phantom Wu couldn't help but mutter, could Lin Qiyi and Fan Xiaotan be lured out by some illusion? Or did they see through the illusion and knew that they couldn't stay here for long?

"If they saw the real scene here, their first reaction would be to leave, right?" said Changjue.

"Let's go to town. "Even though Phantom Wu said this, he was actually very unsure in his heart, if this place was so dilapidated, then this peaceful town would probably not be much better.

But in fact, this Huhuai Town is not much better than the Temple of Mercy, it can be said that it is even worse.

The streets, houses, and stalls are as lively as yesterday, even more lively than daytime. The whole town was wrapped in a white mist, and a chill spread all over the body with a damp mist.

The moonlight and starlight were all isolated from the town, but the whole town was wrapped in a strange and bleak blue light, and in this strange environment, countless "people" with different faces and forms wandered among them.

Phantom Wu and Chang Jue have seen clearly, those people are resentful spirits. Most of the resentful spirits still maintain their original appearance, but they can be tormented by resentment for so long that even the most intact appearance is gradually distorted.

The woman's head was swollen like a watermelon, or a smashed watermelon, and it seemed as if her head had been smashed with a blunt object. Even so, her two eyeballs were still embedded in a pile of flesh and blood, and her right eye was completely detached, with only a white ball-like thing hanging from her ear with a tendon. Her dry hands were churning in the oil pan, and she didn't dare to look at it, and she didn't have any interest in looking at it.

The seller sat on the ground, and he could only sit on the ground. Beneath the hem of his tattered clothes were a pair of bloody severed legs, as if they had been gnawed by a beast, otherwise Phantom would not have imagined anything else that could inflict such a terrible wound.

The three or five children were still around the merchant, but their running and jumping movements became extremely slow, as if the old people were dancing a strange dance together.

There was a little boy covered in water, his hair and clothes were attached to his body, his little white face was soaked and swollen, and streams of water were still flowing from his face as if someone had poured water on his head, and he couldn't tell whether it was water or tears.