"I have a tree planted in my belly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"What tree?"

"The linden tree. ”

I looked at him, and he continued, "If you plant a tree in your belly, you will be able to absorb a steady stream of vitality from the tree. ”

My face was surprised for a few seconds, and then I said, "How many more qi can a tree have for you to absorb? What's more, its growth also needs the vitality and nutrients in your body, right?

"Am I like someone who will do more than he can do?" said the old man, smiling and stretching his neck.

The old man is the elder of the hourglass gate. Also the owner of black dogs and white cats. He said he liked to watch Black and White fight, so he let them go. We're in a little dark room right now. Why are we in a small dark room now? An hour ago, when I was escorted by two of the old man's disciples to the elder of the Hourglass Gate, I was stopped by the old man in front of me. Then he was brought to this little dark room.

The little dark room was located below the old man's bedroom, with no doors on all sides, and only a candle lit in the room that emitted a faint light.

He brought me here, then untied me and talked to me. The tone and expression are like an old friend.

Looking at his old face, I shook my head slightly, looked at his bright eyes intently, and said slowly: "Since you said that you are not a person who will do more than you can do, then why did you bring me here?"

The old man was as tall as me, had no hair, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were brighter than a baby's, and his waist was straighter than mine, and he said, "I'll teach you." ”

I don't understand. His eyes are so bright, I've never seen them so bright. There seemed to be a lot of things in his eyes, and I even saw me in his eyes.

I lifted my hand and opened my eyes, and I saw a drop of liquid on my hand. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, salty. The wind blew the noodles and dried them. Sunny.

Why is the sun shining overhead, why is the wind blowing on my face, why are there waves under my feet, why is the world full of water? Where am I?

My eyes saw an old man, an old man without hair. He said I could call him Zhang Lao.

"Elder Zhang, did you take me to the world of illusion, or in a dream?" I asked him directly, and this time, I didn't look at his bright eyes again.

I have cultivated the "Illusion Technique" in the Thousand Medicine Garden, and of course I can create such an illusory world: an illusory world built on the divine consciousness of people. The world in "Dream Technique" is to enter the world of dreams that have been made to oneself. Dreams can only be transformed by themselves, not created by themselves. Perhaps, the highest level of dreaming is to create dreams?

Don't...... The highest level of illusion is to pull everything in the world into the illusory world created by oneself, to replace the real world?

Perhaps, this real world was created by some being?

No, I think it's far.

Zhang Lao flew around in the sky with a smile, opening his arms, laughing like a child.

He came down. With hands on my shoulders, I felt so real. My neck twisted and I looked at his hand, which was indeed on my shoulder. I'm sure this is the illusion world he created. But why is it so real? It should be so real, otherwise, where can the enemy be killed by falsehood? This is not a dream. He put his hands on my shoulders and said with a smile: "You are very similar to me back then." That's one reason I called you. Another reason is that Xiaobai and Xiaohei have a good impression of you. ”

I frowned, was he joking? Saying that I was like him, maybe I could have been exposed, but he said that the black dog and the white cat had a good impression of me, and I couldn't believe it. They all look like they're going to kill me when they see me.

The blue sky and blue sea cover the eyes, the wind blows, and the sun shines on the hands. I closed my eyes and opened them again. I can't feel it, I can't feel the exit of this illusory world. To be brought to the world of illusion, there must be a medium, and the caster uses that medium to lower the mind of the caster, so as to seduce the caster's mind to the world of illusion.

That is to say, in reality, I am still in that dark and closed basement.

As for breaking illusions, it takes a lot of mental power. And this old man's mind is very strong, I can feel it, I can see it in his bright eyes. I could feel the oppression he gave me, and realized that I could never break out of this illusion world alone. Even if I rushed out, I couldn't escape the hourglass door. But seeing that he hasn't shown any ill will towards me, let's wait and see. That's all I can do, I can't choose him.

The old man withdrew his hand, smiled, and returned to the vicissitudes of life that the old man should have. He looked at me, I looked at him. His eyes look into my eyes, and my eyes look into his eyes. We stand on the water, let the wind blow, let the sun shine, we stand still.

After a long time, he spoke: "Don't you wonder how to plant a tree in your belly?"

"Curiosity also requires you to be willing to say, if you want to say it, just say it. I said. I sat down and sat on the rippling water. I know that in the face of a master whose absolute power is above him, it is better to remain casual. It's too deliberate, the other party is uncomfortable to look at, and I don't feel comfortable myself.

After sitting for a while, looking down at the rippling water, I didn't feel good, so I lay down and stretched my limbs, and the light from the bright sun in the sky made me close my eyes gently.

Zhang Lao's voice came. Only then did I realize that his voice was always very soft, really like an old friend I hadn't seen for many years was gently recounting the past to you. He spoke: "Trees, not ordinary trees. ”

I didn't speak. I knew he would keep talking.

Only after a while, he spoke: "The stomach is not an ordinary belly. ”

I frowned a few times, opened my eyes, sat up, and looked at him. He found that his eyes were on the sun in the sky, the brilliant sun. His eyes were motionless, just looking straight at the brilliant sun in the sky, and his eyes were so gentle, as if he was looking at his thousand-year-old lover. His eyes glowed white, and tears seemed to be formed under his eyelids, flowing down his criss-crossed, deep wrinkles, and finally sliding down the waters beneath his feet.

"Boom!"

My eyes shook, and suddenly the scene in front of me changed, and it became a dark place. My feet felt soft, and I rose to the sky in horror, and my consciousness was released. Suddenly there was light, and suddenly there was light in the place where I was. Zhang Lao was covered in astigmatism, and his expression was calm. There was pink flesh all around, and there was a puddle of water underneath, and there was a tree on the water!