What the?

Yang Jian, who heard his father's words, was stunned, and immediately scolded, however, I don't know why, his earth-shattering mana has disappeared, and the sound he makes is also a babbling baby cry.

Seeing this, Yang Tianyou's worries between his eyebrows were even stronger: "Yunhua, do you think it could be because of the illusion that happened when we took our son to avoid being chased and killed!"

"Illusion?"

Zhang Yunhua's face changed slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Are you talking about Tianshuai Wang Yu's illusion?"

"En!" Yang Tianyou's lips turned a little pale: "I heard that this Wang Yu's illusion technique can make people's primordial spirits spend a long time in the illusory world of Buddha, and make the illusionist in it addicted to it and firmly believe that the world is real, it is really terrifying!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yunhua looked at Yang Jian, who was staring wide-eyed, and his face began to turn pale: "It seems to be true when you say this! I always feel a sense of vicissitudes in my son's eyes, as if he is an adult, but how can a baby feel like this? Do you say it will be ......?"

For a while, both of them looked at Yang Jian with worried eyes, and Yang Jian's heart was furious.

However, although Yang Jian's heart was furious, what shocked him the most in his heart was what his mother and father said.

The world?

Magic?

Will the addicted spend a long time in the world of babbling and be convinced that it is real?

This......

Yang Jian inexplicably felt a sense of absurdity, because didn't this mean that his memories were all the so-called whimsical world, all fake?

How is this possible?

Looking at his worried parents, Yang Jian's heart sank to the bottom, and his face was flushed with anxiety, but he could only babble, and even, no matter how he tried to run the exercises, there was no reaction.

"Is what your parents said true?"

Yang Jian couldn't believe all this, so he could only tell himself desperately: This is never true!

However, his panicked appearance was more like a state of illusion in the eyes of Zhang Yunhua and the others, and the two glanced at each other, and their hearts were even more worried.

Seeing this, Yang Tianyou glanced at his wife, Zhang Yunhua understood that he would put Yang Jian on the bed and left the room with Yang Tianyou.

Yang Jian looked at this scene and panicked even more, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger, as if something terrible was about to happen to him.

At this time, Zhang Yunhua and Yang Tianyou walked in again, Zhang Yunhua gently picked up Yang Jian, and after a few words of comfort, he followed Yang Tianyou out of the house.

Yang Jian didn't know where his parents were going to do it, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong, so in a hurry, he had to use the baby's nirvana - wow wow crying.

However, soon, after a little panic, Zhang Yunhua also used a mother's nirvana - breastfeeding.

So, under such a compulsion, Yang Jian was unwillingly fed all the way.

In the end, the three of them came to a dilapidated Taoist temple with broken mountains.

Outside the Taoist temple, a green cow was grazing, and when it saw the three people coming, it mooed and barked, and then an old man with a beard walked out of it.

"Senior, please save my son!"

As soon as they saw Lao Dao, Zhang Yunhua and his wife knelt down and bowed down, and with a wave of dust in Lao Dao's hand, the two did not kneel, but slowly stood up.

"Get up, I already know what is going on, and give him to me, and I will give it back to you in seven days!"

Zhang Yunhua and Yang Tianyou seemed to trust the old Tao in front of them, and after reluctantly glancing at Yang Jian, they handed him over to the old Tao in Yang Jian's incredible eyes.

Lao Dao smiled slightly, and returned to the Taoist temple with Yang Jian in his arms.

Zhang Yunhua and Yang Tianyou went down the mountain silently, built a grass hut at the bottom of the mountain, and prepared to go up the mountain again in seven days.

At this time, Yang Jian was put on the futon by Lao Dao and sat down, and the two stared at each other.

After a while, Lao Dao patted his head and muttered, "I forgot, your vocal cords haven't opened yet!"

After speaking, he pointed at Yang Jian's head, and Yang Jian suddenly found that he seemed to be able to speak, so he blurted out: ", who are you!?"

Lao Dao smiled: "Yang Jian, it seems that your illusion is really deep!"

Yang Jian frowned, shook his little hand, and said vigilantly: "Old Taoist, what do you want to do?"

The old Taoist priest glanced at Yang Jian with a strange look, and suddenly said, "Yang Jian, do you have a lot of memories in your mind, and think that everything now is an illusion!?"

Yang Jian was stunned, and felt an inexplicable panic in his heart: "I don't understand what you mean!"

"Hehe!" The old Taoist priest glanced at Yang Jian deeply, and chuckled: "I can understand your current mood, after all, Wang Yu's kid's magical powers do have some doorways, you have received this magical power as a child, and it is normal to fall into such a deep depth!"

At this moment, Yang Jian finally understood, so he simply stopped hiding it, but stared at Lao Dao and said in a deep voice: "How can you prove that my memories are all fake, and now this is the real place?"

The old Taoist priest did not answer, but stretched out his hand, and a Taiji diagram floated in mid-air.

"True or false, in fact, it is one!"

The old Taoist priest said meaningfully.

Yang Jian frowned, not understanding the meaning of the old way.

The old Taoist priest didn't explain, but with a wave of his hand, the two appeared in an unknown human realm, and Yang Jian found that he had recovered his appearance when he grew up.

"Look at the world, do you think it's real or false?"

Yang Jian's heart was shocked, and he looked intently, and saw some children running with windmills, some craftsmen selling sugar gourds, and also saw the children of official families who bullied men and women, and also saw the dusty women in the restaurant scratching their heads......

For a while, his eyes gradually became confused!

Is it real?

It's true!

Is it fake?

It seems to be a bit false again!

But......

"Yang Jian, the so-called truth and falsehood are in one mind, you think this is true, this is true, but if you think he is fake, then he is also fake!"

The old Taoist priest said meaningfully, and suddenly slapped his palm towards the city on the ground in Yang Jian's exclamation.

As a huge palm print was reflected on the ground, the city that was thriving just now was instantly wiped out, and there was not even a trace of the road disappearing.

"Tell me now, is what you just saw real or false?"

Yang Jian was stunned, the anger in his heart receded inexplicably, and when he calmed down, he found that he was still a baby, still sitting on the futon of the Taoist temple.

"Got it?"

The old Taoist priest's eyes flickered, and he asked again.

Yang Jian lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and said seriously: "Tell me, who are you?"

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