"As you say, from the beginning to the present, the initial heart has long been less important. ”

As soon as the phantom chatterbox opened, he couldn't hold it back: "At first, I was for my master, and I guessed his intentions when I accidentally discovered the embroidery frame he prepared. Although he never said it to me, maybe he changed his mind, maybe he found a better way? But only I know that I have never had such noble thoughts, I am just angry, I am wronged, I am the one who is with him, but I can never compare to a dead person. ”

"He found me because he asked me to sacrifice. But he was so kind, he gave up on me, and I didn't even have a chance to dedicate myself to him. I was sad and aggrieved when I found out that the person I was closest to and most trusted had approached me with the purpose of using me, but I was not happy at all when I found out that he had given up using me and was unwilling to trade his life for his life. He didn't want to owe me, emotionally and morally, and he shut me completely out of his world. ”

"He can pay for Luo Zhao wholeheartedly, he doesn't care about gains and losses, and he doesn't care if others really need his contribution, he treats Luo Zhao as 'his own person', and I am just an accident in the process of realizing his wishes. Maybe he already knew my feelings for him, but he didn't care about it at all, in his eyes I was always a child who didn't know the world, and my efforts would even become a stain on his noble love. Do you know how helpless I felt when I realized this? I felt worthless, the sense of loss that I was not needed, and the anger of being ignored by him, which was the reason why I chose to embroider this painting. It's not noble at all, it's just the product of a girl's hopeless love. ”

"I want Master to see that I can also give, that I am willing to sacrifice for Him, and that I am willing to do anything as long as it can fulfill His wishes. I even imagined what the expression on his face would have been when I fulfilled his long-cherished wish and died, which was my desperate motivation. He doesn't want to be indebted to me, and I don't want to owe him anything, and he has fulfilled my ability to live in this world as a human being, and it doesn't hurt to give him this life as a reward. I thought this was my love, and the fear of death faded in front of it, and death would be the last and most magnificent sacrifice of life. ”

"Then you understand now?" King Ming listened with relish, and he seemed to be very interested in Phantom's mental journey. Maybe he can take an interest in anything.

"I don't fully understand it. Phantom Wu smiled bitterly: "But I at least know what I originally thought was my dedication to love, and the unwillingness and resentment that arose because of this were just out of dissatisfaction with myself." Compared with Luo Zhao, I am so small, I have no ability, and my heart is pitifully small, and I really can't find fault with my master's liking of her and not liking me. The sense of disparity that comes from admitting this makes me feel pitiful, and it seems that only this painting can change a little bit of my useless life. I gradually realized that I was more afraid of the pale life and the powerless self than death. ”

"That sounds really moving. King Ming's voice was full of smiles, "In this way, at the beginning, the sacrifice for the person you love is actually out of the pursuit of your own value. Listening to what you mean, it seems that you have already understood that you are not a man and a woman in love with your master?"

"Yes. ”

"You're in love with that young man in the illusion of the seventh layer?"

It was the first time that Phantom Wu had been asked this question so bluntly, and this question had come to her mind many times, like a sun emitting heat, she loved the warmth, but she couldn't look directly at the light.

But what was there to avoid now? She had said so much anyway, and words took precedence over thought, freeing her heart, and it was almost the first time she had faced herself so soberly. Her feelings for Huiming have returned to peace, and it is precisely because of such simple feelings that she wholeheartedly wants to fulfill Huiming's wishes.

The obsession with Master for so long was completely let go at the moment when he said it. She wanted to talk so much that this illusion became her best person to talk to. She felt a sense of relief that she had never felt before.

"Yes, I love him. ”

"That's it, if you lose your life, what about your love?" King Ming seemed to be worried about her.

"This is fate, Luo Zhao is her mother, and my obsessions are all gathered in one place. I didn't expect to meet him, and I didn't know I was going to fall in love with him. Before that, I had been doing this for ten years. Ten years is just a snap of a finger in the Buddhist scriptures, in the eternal world, in front of the gods with endless lifespan, ten years is not worth mentioning, but for me, it is more than half of my human years. It is my hard work, my achievement, my life has long been linked to this painting, and giving up this painting is equivalent to giving up my life. ”

"Alas, why are you so persistent, attachment gives birth to demons. ”

Phantom Wu looked very calm: "I'm not a disciple of Buddhism, and I don't care about obsession hurting people." If my persistence can be exchanged for a person who can save more people's lives, fulfill Master's wish, and allow the people I love to regain the arms of their loved ones, I will actually earn a lot of benefits. Thinking about it this way, swallowing the bitter fruit of the demons in the heart can also be satisfying. ”

"The bitter fruit of the demons is enough to satisfy the stomach, but it can also be deadly. Wouldn't it be foolish to die before you could taste the satisfaction of a full stomach? King Ming lost his composure and was a little anxious, "Life should be like a flame, bright and hot, and the same is true of love, only by doing your best to burn, can you leave no regrets when you are gone." ”

King Ming said as he pulled out a stream of flame from behind him. The flames in the mural come alive with his movements, gushing out like a torrent, showing the illusions their endless vitality.

The red flames have a faint blue-purple color, like butterflies dancing bewitching on the fingertips of dancing girls, and the undulating fireworks are their hands, even if they are tired, they can't let go. It was a deeper obsession, an innate desire of fire.

"Isn't it beautiful?" King Ming's blue-black face showed a bit of bewilderment in the flames, "This is the Garuda fire, the poisonous snake that Garuda has eaten all his life finally gave birth to a toxin that eats away from the heart and tarsus bones in its body, and the painful Garuda gave up his life, self."

Burned to death and reduced to ashes. This flame is the flame that ends this fate, it condenses the joys, sorrows, sorrows and sorrows of Garuda's life, and ends its last pain and resentment. ”

The flames flew out of King Ming's palm, and did not stop until they were in front of Phantom Wu's eyes, and the light of the fire danced in her pupils, and this treacherous vitality released an extreme beauty. At this moment, Phantom Wu deeply understood the so-called moth to the fire, before such beauty, the moth can only decorate its life with death, and the beauty born from the determination to die can match the beauty of this flame.

The moth to the fire is itself a contest of fear and determination, in which hope and despair find the perfect balance, love and hate are sublimated in the purest beauty, and this is already an unparalleled ending for a life.

Even if it is reduced to ashes, it is impossible to refuse such a gorgeous temptation.

"This flame will not be quenched until everything is burned up. As soon as King Ming's words fell, the flames floating in front of his eyes fell like raindrops, and the floor under his feet was instantly ignited, like a huge and magnificent peony flower, which was decisively stretching its overlapping petals.

Phantom couldn't help but retreat, even in the illusion, she still couldn't escape the control of her instinct.

Fortunately, the flames didn't spread much, and the phantom kept a distance of five steps from the flames.

"'Repair the house first. There is often a high heart. In order to be in the object. Therefore by this body. 'Garuda fire takes all things and burns all upside-down dreams. Let your obsession burn in this flame, which is the most wonderful destination for all those who are unwilling to be obsessed!" King Ming laughed, and so did the creatures in the entire mandala, the bricks and tiles in the Spirit Tower laughed, the broken wooden blocks laughed, and the golden bells laughed...... These laughter were deafening, even if I covered my ears, I only felt that this laughter came from my body, as if my internal organs were also laughing.

She was afraid that the laughter would come out of her mouth, so she could only bite her lower lip tightly.

"Smack" - the sound of something falling into the fire, and Phantom couldn't help but look. It was a silk six feet long and three feet wide, and the woman on the silk was lifelike, and her unfinished face turned into wisps of green smoke in the flames.

My silk painting! Phantom almost cried out - no, no, it was an illusion!

She can't be fooled, isn't this the purpose of King Ming? Guide herself to speak her heart, deepen the importance of silk painting in her consciousness, and then use Garuda fire to confuse her mind, and finally give herself a fatal blow!

In this virtual and real illusion, no matter how rigorous a person is, it is inevitable to reveal his true emotions, and it doesn't take a lot to be caught by a keen illusion. Once caught, emotions become hooked swimming fish, which can only swing with the ups and downs of the fishing line, and as soon as the fishing line is broken, the emotions will collapse.

Not many people can care about the so-called truth and falsehood in this situation, and the collapsed emotions drown out reason, and they urgently need an outlet.

At this time, the painting silk burning in front of the phantom is a bait, and the bait does not need to be real enough to lure a panicked swimming fish.

Phantom Wu can't collapse, she can't cry or laugh, she doesn't have to do anything to declare victory.

But it's too hard, it's almost a big fight.