For her, this painting was completed in one painful and lonely night after another, it accompanied the most true self, it witnessed the most helpless self, and also witnessed its most resolute will.

It is no longer a simple work, it is a precious friend, it is its own blood, its own flesh. The phantom fed it little by little, and it gave light to the phantom in the dark.

Compared with the master, compared to Changjue, its bond with the illusion is more deep. The whole life of the phantom is intimately attached to it, and there is no second thing in this world that is so completely inlaid together. Seeing her half-life blood struggling and crying in the fire, how could she be calm when she knew it was fake?

What if it's real? What if this illusion has the ability to steal her paintings without knowing it?

No way. However, can she be sure that she has always been awake? It only takes a moment to confuse her into handing over the painting silk by herself, could she have already held the painting silk with her own hands at some chaotic moment? Otherwise, how would King Ming know about the existence of the painting silk? Could it be that she had lost from the beginning? And the price of losing would be to destroy her most cherished work? Burning the flesh and blood that had condensed her purest passion?

No, she couldn't take that risk.

Phantom Wu vaguely remembered the first dream she had, in which her silk painting was burning in a cluster of blazing flames, and she did not hesitate to pounce on it, enduring the severe pain of the flames, and only rescued a small half of the broken silk.

She panicked in her heart, and subconsciously touched the Qiankun bag in her sleeve.

"It's hiding here. ”

Oops! Fooled!

King Ming laughed, and the rope in his hand came towards the phantom wu. Phantom Wu dodged sideways, only to feel that his ribs seemed to be pushed by a strong wind, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The long rope brought out a gust of wind from his sleeve, and before he had time to take a closer look, the long rope had already returned to the hands of King Ming.

He raised a wrist-thick silk in his hand, and laughed as if to show off, "Leave your obsession here!" He raised his hand, and a door opened behind Phantom, "You can leave." ”

Phantom Wu propped up the ground with her hands, slowly got up, she rubbed her sore knees, straightened the hem of her skirt for a long time, and without looking at King Ming, she turned around and walked towards the door.

Just as she was about to walk out of the tower room, a forbearant voice came from behind her: "You, how did you see through my illusion?!"

Phantom Wu stood still, turned her head slightly, revealing the good-looking arc of her side face, she bent the corners of her lips and closed her lips lightly: "Why should I tell you?" Although there was no danger, she was also exhausted just now, her face was calm, but her heart had already pounced on that Ming Wang eight hundred times - if she could hit it.

King Ming's expression was both ashamed and surprised, and his blue-black face was about to turn red: "Wait! I can exchange with you!"

"What are you going to trade it for?"

"...... with something I know"

"Let's hear it first. Phantom turned around and rested his other hand against the door, a scoundrel who "loves to talk but not to talk, and doesn't say to leave".

King Ming didn't know if he was really bored for too long, and he didn't care if Phantom Wu would cheat, so he immediately started the bamboo tube of pouring beans: "I won't care if you want to take the Lang Jing Mirror, but the weeping bell will definitely not be taken by you, she will definitely earn her life, do you know why?"

"Because this mirror is a treasure?"

King Ming waved his hand: "Although this mirror is a treasure, it is nothing more than a person who can reflect the three souls and seven spirits of people, and from the seven spirits can be divided into joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire. ”

"But isn't it just that we used this mirror to take out the soul of the motes, and that's what would be useful to her. ”

King Ming didn't expect that Phantom Wu already knew so much, and was a little surprised, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was normal for her to know so much: "This mirror is similar to the 'Demon Mirror', which can have a certain deterrent effect on the soul, and can allow the newly dead body to retain the soul, but it has no effect on the undead." What's more, you can't take the soul by relying on the mirror alone, for example, the weeping bell is borrowed from the locust branch, which is originally the wood of the extreme yin, so that the soul can be attached. As you said, the soul of the mote has been taken out, and is there anyone else in this world who cares about it except the mote? ”

Phantom Wu was explained by him like this, and she had a layer of understanding about this mirror, but what she thought of was Ming, what did he want this mirror for?

Seeing that she only nodded but didn't speak, King Ming had to continue: "But in the end, Weeping Ling will fight for this mirror, after all, because of the dust. The Thousand Years of the Spiritual Pagoda, if it weren't for the fact that it was to protect this mirror, it would have turned into powder and gravel a long time ago. Without this mirror, even if the weeping bell consumes its own spiritual power to maintain this tower, the spirit will not last long, and once the tower collapses, the locust tree will have no shelter. ”

Phantom Wu understood what he meant, according to common sense, no matter how strong this brick and wood tower is, it will not last for a thousand years. But the function of the existence of this tower is to protect the Langji mirror, the tower and the mirror give birth to a bond, and the mirror also gives birth to the power of maintenance of the tower.

It's like a terminally ill person, in order to complete the mission to protect the treasure, the power generated by willpower barely maintains the survival of the physical body, but once the treasure is gone, the spirit of perseverance has no meaning of existence, and the physical body that has long been exhausted will naturally die.

"You also exist to protect the treasure mirror, so why don't you stop me?"

"Didn't I stop it?" King Ming smiled helplessly, "It turns out that I can't stop you." Although they are both guards, the essence is different, I and the Spiritual Pagoda are both to protect the Langji Mirror, while the weeping bell is to protect the locust tree, oh, no, it should be said to be the guardian of the dust. I and the tower have a responsibility, everything has a destiny, but all life has life and death, and my duty will always come to an end. Langji also has its own destiny, it will not belong to one person forever, nor will it stay here forever, I just need to 'know the destiny of heaven and do my best', there is no need to force it, even if it is not you, the Feeling Spirit Pagoda will usher in another person who can take Langji away. In that case, it would be better for me to meet an opponent like you when I was still powerful than to watch a nobody pick up the leaks and be powerless when my spiritual power was withering. ”

"You've got it all figured out. ”

"It's not that I'm transparent, it's that I don't have feelings for what I'm guarding. The weeping bell is different, what she guards is a love, love is such a thing, only the person who sticks to it dies, and it itself has no end. Weeping Ling is delusional, she doesn't want to see the day when love dies. But her love has long since died, so she can only deceive herself and insist on taking the Spiritual Pagoda as a symbol that she can keep her love. In the final analysis, she is not guarding love, she is just taking a thought of attachment as love, in her opinion, this spiritual pagoda is the supreme guardian, but for others it has become a cage that is difficult to break free. ”

Phantom Wu frowned slightly, King Ming's tone was indifferent, but Phantom Wu heard a little sarcasm: "Cage?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about me, I have a duty, I will keep Langji for a day, and I will disperse when I am gone, so naturally there will be no resentment. But the dust is different, he is equivalent to being forced to stay here, and his soul is not free, is this not a cage or what?"

There seemed to be a flash of inspiration in her mind, and Phantom had always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't grasp any signs at all, until now she finally understood why she had such awkward feelings.

"Why are you sure that Mote doesn't want to stay with the bell?"

"For a thousand years, the spiritual pagoda has given birth to two spiritual consciousnesses, one is the illusion that originally has spiritual power, that is, me, and the second is the golden bell that absorbs the spiritual energy of the essence of heaven and earth pagoda and the pure qi of Buddhism, and can be maintained for a long time. Other blue bricks and stone tiles are dead things, wood blocks from trees to materials, also equal to dead things, even in the blessed land full of spiritual energy, there is no tens of thousands of years to give birth to spiritual consciousness, but not tens of thousands of years, these things have long been rotten into ashes. You should understand when I say that, right? What about Weichen? Weichen was also a powerful monk when he was alive, and his soul was attached to the locust tree, and he should have given birth to spiritual consciousness in this tower a long time ago, right?"

"So he didn't want to?"

"The soul has a spirit, not to mention the weeping bell, if the dust is willing, the weeping bell will make him reborn no matter what means. What if he doesn't have a physical body, and with his spiritual sense, how difficult is it to make an identical mote out of locust wood that can jump and jump? But Mochen doesn't want to, he is a sand gate, he believes in Buddhism, how can he exist in the world as a ghost? Maybe he doesn't want to lose his mana for him, and even use those evil ways to regenerate him. I'm not a dust, and I can't fully understand his thoughts, suicide is a sin, and a person in the Buddhist sect can be willing to kill himself, presumably he has long been tired of this mundane. Is love or not love still so important to him? But his last wish could not be fulfilled, and he was still locked in this place after all. ”

Yes, he didn't want to stay here, he closed himself, and would rather be a tree, but he wasn't a tree after all.

It's no wonder that she hasn't felt the slightest trace of the dust spirit consciousness in the Spirit Feeling Tower, but even so, the dust still revealed her mind to her.

The memories she and Changjue saw before, they both had preconceived ideas that they were Weeping Bell's memories, and what made Phantom Wu always feel strange was that Weeping Ling didn't need to ask them these at all.

Guarding the dust and guarding the locust tree is what she needs, telling them the story of herself and the dust is equivalent to helping Phantom Wu understand the past of the entire Temple of Mercy, which is actually a help for her who stepped into the illusion.

She had thought that the weeping bell had been dead after all this, and that she wanted to be liberated, but after she had collected the soul of the dust, she felt that something was wrong.

So those memories are not weeping bells at all, but dust, and the people who help her want to ask for liberation are dusts at all!