Feng Ci originally wanted to laugh at Pei Qianyue.

He is Qianqiu Holy Venerable, he has been in the cultivation world for so many years, how can something happen so easily?

Just a little joke, Pei Qianyue was actually frightened by him.

At this moment, he was hugged by Pei Qianyue forcefully, and he felt the slightly trembling arms of the other party, as well as the low hoarse voice, and suddenly he couldn't say anything.

...is it too much this time?

Feng Ci reflected on himself for a moment, raised his hand with all his strength, patted Pei Qianyue on the shoulder, and said softly, "Okay, isn't it all right?"

Pei Qianyue didn't let go.

He was buried between Feng Ci's neck, and his voice was gnashing: "Next time you make a fool of yourself..."

Feng Ci frowned slightly.

Did you talk to the master like that?

How about the bullshit? Lock him up?

The wind resigned for a while, but did not come to write.

Pei Qianyue slowly let out a sigh of relief and released him.

He didn't mention it, Feng Ci didn't want to annoy him, so he didn't ask. He "rubbed" "rubbed" the arm that was sorely hugged by his own snake cub, and the other party said, "How do you know, jumping into the Mirror Lake is the way to crack the secret realm."

Pei Qianyue's voice was a little tired, Feng Ci was silent for a moment, a little guilty: "Speak?"

Pei Qianyue: "..."

The atmosphere in the cave was so heavy that even the air was frozen.

"Wow, this is the other one!" Feng Ci's gaze crossed Pei Qianyue and arrived at the replicator who was tied to the side. The duplicant's hands were bound, and a piece of cloth was stuffed in his mouth. The whole person was already wilted, and Feng Ci came over and didn't even respond.

Lu Jingming's face was innocent and well-behaved, and with the replica's current expression, it showed a lovable temperament.

It's much more appropriate than wind words.

Feng Ci squatted down in front of him and looked at it carefully: "It's exactly the same."

Pei Qianyue: "Wind, Ci."

The wind speaks for a moment.

It's over, I'm so angry that I don't even call my master.

Fengci cleared his throat and said, "What do you think, of course there is evidence."

"You think, this secret realm is a mirror world. The monks in the secret realm are turned into monsters, and their faces are disgusting. The "nature" of the illusionary clones is completely different from yours, and even the structure of the cave is completely opposite. The side of the intersection If you jump into the mirror lake, you will surely die, but in the mirror world, isn't the gate of death the gate of life?"

"...Six realms of reincarnation, endless hell, and life towards death. It is indeed the masterpiece of Master Huikong, and it has some Zen principles."

Feng Ci was so serious that he almost believed it himself.

Only he himself believed it was useless. From Pei Qianyue's expressionless face, he gave the other party's subtext.

He didn't believe a word.

Feng Ci sighed: "Well, it is indeed a guess."

Pei Qianyue's face suddenly became more difficult.

"The mirror lake under the cliff is obviously for people to jump. Besides, what other ways can you think of breaking the game?" Feng Ci said, "You dare not push the copy down to try, in case he gets out What's the matter, if you don't..."

Feng Ci paused and said with relief: "I'm angry, isn't this a right bet?"

Pei Qianyue asked, "You want to bet, why didn't you discuss it with us in advance?"

Feng Ci didn't take it seriously: "What's the use of discussing with you, can I still let you dance instead?"

Pei Qianyue: "Why not?"

Feng Ci was startled.

It had been a long time since he had spoken to him like that.

Not only the three thousand years of walking alone in the world of Sumeru, but even three thousand years ago, he was always at the forefront. The reason is very simple, only he has the ability to teach Dao, this is his responsibility, he has no right to hide behind anyone, and no one will stand in front of him.

Of course, he was also afraid, no one would not be afraid when facing death, he had no choice.

Whoever Tao wants to choose as his messenger will never give him a chance to refuse.

But now, Feng Ci has long regarded this as a habit, facing danger alone and solving difficulties alone. He has come here all these years. Unexpectedly, when he returns to his homeland after many years, he will meet someone who is willing to take his place on adventures.

When get older, it is easy to be pricked by some words.

A little smile appeared in Feng Ci's eyes. He opened his eyes and said softly, "I know, not next time."

After he promised, Pei Qianyue's face softened a little. After coaxing his own cub, it was time for him to find the exit of the secret realm.

The situation of Hanshan Temple is still unclear, and he has been delayed here for too long.

There was no wind to say the idea, and suddenly there was a sound behind him.

A ray of spiritual energy appeared in the middle of the cave, and the silver-white ray of light swirled in a circle, constantly circling and growing, and a figure in a black robe emerged from the ray of light.

It was the replicator who had been following Feng Ci all along.

Feng Ci raised his eyebrows: "Hey, you can still follow me."

Although this replicant is a product of the secret realm, in fact, he has not done anything to harm Feng Ci. Compared with the monster monks who want the "life" of intruders, this clone is more like a guide and a reminder in the secret realm.

After all, Master Huikong is a compassionate Buddhist, and the secret realm he created has also left a ray of life for the intruders.

The replicator slowly landed, and Chao Fengci came over: "Master—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Pei Qianyue suddenly picked up the long sword on the ground, and stabbed it with a sharp sword. The sword edge pierced directly into the opponent's chest.

Feng Ci was startled by his sudden attack, and hurried back to Pei Qianyue's situation. Fortunately, the injury was not transferred to Pei Qianyue this time.

After the secrets of the different spaces were cracked, the synaesthesia between the replicant and the deity disappeared.

Pei Qianyue raised his sword and cut off the other's skull.

Wind Ci: "..."

Before the duplicant's figure fell to the ground, it turned into flying sand and dissipated in the void.

Fengci pressed his eyebrows: "I know you can't tolerate him, but you should try it out first, in case the synaesthesia between you has not disappeared?"

"Just a gamble." Pei Qianyue said calmly, "Learn from the master."

The wind speech was silent, and it took a long time to recognize it: "Xiao Hei, you are little before."

Feng Ci: "You are more stingy than you think."

in various senses.

The fake Pei Qianyue was killed by the deity, and the fake Feng Ci naturally did not escape.

Pei Qianyue did what he said, and cut off the hands of the false wind before killing the person. Feng Ci was suddenly very fortunate that he had not yet found his physical body, and that this person's body was tortured and killed, and it was not so easy to have a psychological shadow.

After doing this, Feng Ci took Pei Qianyue to find Jinghu in the space where he was. As he expected, the place where Jinghu was originally located has become a secret exit.

The two jumped down from the exit of the secret realm.

The familiar bell sounded in his ears, Feng Ci opened his eyes, but did not return to Hanshan Temple.

It should be said, did not return to the original Hanshan Temple.

The environment in front of him seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze, and the surrounding light and shadow were blurred. Only the monk in the middle wearing a bright red cassock looked clear.

This seems to be a bedroom. The monk is sitting right in front of the room, his face is still very young, but his men are all white.

He slowly turned a string of beads in his hand and was chanting scriptures in a low voice.

This is a memory.

Behind Feng Ci, Pei Qianyue whispered, "It's Hui Kong."

Even if he doesn't say it, Feng Ci can guess.

After jumping into the exit of the secret realm, the spiritual power of his whole body also returned to his body, and at a glance it was obvious that the monk's cultivation realm was extremely high, not even much worse than Pei Qianyue.

In this Hanshan Temple, there is no one who can have this realm except the abbot Master Huikong.

What's more, this secret realm was created by Master Huikong. If anyone's memory is stored here, it will only be Huikong himself.

The long and long bells in the Neng Temple in the room, accompanied by Huikong's low recitation, came to calm people's minds. Suddenly, there was only a very slight sound, and the Buddha bead in his hand was broken.

The beads scattered all over the ground, Hui Kong opened his eyes, and there was a trace of sadness in his expression.

The bells in the temple also stopped at this time.

Feng Ci frowned, and roughly guessed what memory this was.

Master Huikong didn't do anything, he just got up and picked up the beads that were scattered on the ground one by one.

After a while, a little red fox jumped in from the hidden window.

The little fox turned into a seven- or eight-year-old child on the ground, and ran to Huikong's side, grabbing his sleeve: "Master, there is a fierce person from outside, Duo Senior Brother... Duo Senior Brother all died at his hands. , Senior Brother Jingchen is also dead, what should I do!"

Master Huikong finally picked up the last Buddha bead.

He returned to his original position holding the one hundred and eight Buddha beads, folded his hands together, and gently recited a Buddha's name.

The little fox demon's voice was tender and clear, with a cry: "Master, run away, that person is afraid..."

Master Huikong shook his head.

When he opened his palm, the string of beads had returned to its original state.

He put the Buddha bead on the little fox demon's neck, and "touched" his head: "It's too late."

"Why?!" The little fox demon burst into tears, "It's still too late to escape now!"

Hui Kong is still just shaking.

Just then, the door was opened with a bang.

A dazzling white light shone in from outside the door, Feng Ci passed by, and only a tall and vague figure walked in against the light.

Before the white light completely enveloped the whole room, he said Huikong's last words.

"For... life is not violated."

"Owner?"

A familiar voice called him in his ears, Feng Ci suddenly opened his eyes and saw Pei Qianyue who was close at hand.

The latter grabbed his arm and looked a little flustered.

Feng Ci was in a trance for a moment, and then realized that it was no longer in front of him: "Come out?"

"Yes." Pei Qianyue let go of his hand and said, "It seems that he was kicked out."

The wind was silent.

He is now standing on the topmost floor of the tower, there is no cover in all directions, and the breeze blows the silver bell under the eaves of the tower softly. Fengci went out, as if the thick fog was blown away by the wind, and the solemn and solemn ancient temple finally "revealed" its true appearance at this moment.

In the temple, the shriveled and charred corpses of monks were all sucked dry and died.

The monk of Hanshan Temple, Guo has long since died.

The memory in the secret realm is the memory of Master Huikong before his death.

Why was it kicked out at this time?

Feng Ci closed his eyes, trying to recall the figure in the secret realm just now.

He can't remember anything.

The familiar bell was still ringing slowly, and Feng Ci returned to the tall bronze bell.

It was clear that no one was ringing the bell, but the copper bell was still ringing one after another.

Below the bronze bell, sat a monk.

It is Master Huikong.

He put his hands together and gave him a Buddhist salute: "The distinguished guest has come from a long way, and the poor monk is disrespectful."

The monk was not as clear as he remembered, his body was translucent, with only a wisp of residual consciousness left.

Feng Ci hurried over and asked, "Who killed you, why didn't you let it go?"

Hui Kong's voice was calm: "The poor monk did not hide anything from the donor."

"You mean..." Feng Ci frowned, "Someone moved your memory?"

Huikong recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, but did not answer.

Feng Ci took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He asked, "Then what's going on here? Is it illusion?"

When he found out that Hanshan Temple was abnormal last night, he had already guessed a little.

He doesn't understand.

How could there be an illusion in this world that neither he nor Pei Qianyue could see through?

Huikong said warmly: "Hide, come out."

His voice fell, and a little fox came out from behind him.

The little fox's ears were drooping, and he hardly dared to face the two of them in front of him. As soon as his eyes met Feng Ci, he retracted behind Master Hui Kong, only "exposing" a small, fluffy head.

Hui Kong smiled and "touched" its head.

"Oh it's you?"

Feng Ci just remembered that, he did say that the fox clan is the clan that is best at creating illusions in the world, and it has an innate talent in illusions that mortals will never be able to reach.

Moreover, in Hui Kong's memory, the little fox could clearly transform into a human form, but now, there is not even the power to transform into a human form.

Feng Ci understood: "In order to create this illusion, you have used up all your spiritual power?"

The little fox let out a low whimper and got into Huikong's arms.

Huikong stroked its fur and said gently, "It should be said that the poor monk helped Xiaohu to create this illusion."

Wind Ci: "Why?"

Huikong said: "Because this is its wish."

In the string of Buddha beads that Hui Kong left to the little fox at last, he kept his lifelong cultivation. He will give it to the little fox to protect its life and fulfill its unfulfilled wish.

The little fox has only one wish.

It wants everyone in Hanshan Temple to come alive.

"There is no such thing as resurrection in this world, so Buddha Pearl helped Xiaohu create this illusion." Feng Ci said, "No wonder I didn't notice it at first."

Master Huikong's lifelong cultivation base, coupled with the unique magic skills of the fox clan, is indeed difficult to decipher even the words of wind.

The little fox was nestled in Master Huikong's arms, and his tail trembled as he "touched" it so comfortably.

Huikong's eyes narrowed: "The illusion of the little fox has exhausted the power of the Buddha beads, and it has also spent hundreds of years in its cultivation. Today, its memory is chaotic, its consciousness is unknown, and it has almost changed back to an ordinary fox."

"The monks in this temple have all died unjustly. Although their souls have been dissipated, their grievances can't go away, and they can't control them every night. The poor monk can only open the Wujian Tower and put them in the middle. Xiaohu can't even remember who he is. But I was still instinctively worried that what I did would bring danger to strangers, so I tried to remind the two to leave as soon as possible."

At this point, everything he encountered in Hanshan Temple was clear.

"So it is." Feng Ci crouched down in front of Master Huikong, raised his hand and "touched" the little fox's head, "It's hard work."

The little fox lifted from Huikong's arms.

His dark and bright eyes blinked, and he first turned his attention to Pei Qianyue who was standing behind Feng Ci, and then quickly licked in Feng Ci's palm when he was unprepared.

This look of love made Feng Ci laugh: "I'm afraid, I'm leaving soon, he won't bully you."

Huikong looked up, and the bronze bell vibrated at the top: "When the bell stops, the illusions of the monks will be released from the Wujie Pagoda, and the Hanshan Temple will return to its previous appearance. Take a break and leave."

Fengci responded with a "", stood up, but did not rush to leave.

"But before I leave, there is one more question I need to ask the master." Feng Ci said, "What is...'Fate is not violated'?"

Hui Kong fell silent.

Feng Ci stared at the person in front of him and asked slowly, "You clearly have a chance to leave before you die, why don't you leave? You have the ability to create an illusion that you can't even tell apart, so what if you can't help the murderer at all? Did people tamper with your memory to keep people from knowing your appearance, or just... afraid of the murderer's face?"

Hui Kong was silent for a long time.

For a long time, he put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in his mouth: "Some of the answers are already clear in the heart of the donor, so why ask more. As for some, the opportunity is not revealed, and the poor monk can't say much."

When Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue left the Infinity Tower, there was already a little light on the side.

In the misty mist in the mountains in the early morning, he stepped over the corpses on the ground of Hanshan Temple and came to the open door of the temple. A young monk collapsed by the door, his body completely shriveled, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.

A broom fell on his side.

Feng Ci stared at the corpse for a moment and closed his eyes.

"Langfeng City, is it okay not to go back for the time being?" Feng Ci suddenly asked.

Pei Qianyue: "Master means..."

"Let's go to the world." Feng Ci raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Between the mountains and rivers, Gusu City was still sleeping peacefully in the early morning. "Didn't you say you want to accompany one person? Go."

"." Pei Qianyue said, "Master's."

There was a noise behind him, and the little fox followed.

"Come to deliver?" Feng Ci bent down and picked up the little fox, "touching" his head.

The little fox was still a little afraid of Pei Qianyue, and his eyes stared at him vigilantly. Pei Qianyue didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, and just asked: "What is the master's plan here at Hanshan Temple?"

Feng Ci knew what he was referring to.

Hanshan Temple was wiped out, the spirits of the monks in the temple were dissipated, and the grievances were also controlled by the secret realm left by Master Huikong, so there might not be any major chaos in a short period of time. After all, this is not a long-term solution, and it is too close to Suzhou, and there may be unwitting outsiders who stray into it in the future.

Do you want to destroy this illusion, or let it continue.

Feng Ci did not answer in a hurry, but asked the little fox in a low voice: "You know, the illusion will always dissipate due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, right?"

The little fox looked up at him, his eyes full of ignorance.

"You still choose to do this." Feng Ci said softly, "You just want to be with him, right?"

The edge finally leaked the first ray of light.

The bells in the temple stopped.

Feng Ci carried it over, and the corpse that fell in front of the temple suddenly moved. The shriveled and charred skin recovered at the speed of the naked eye, and the flesh returned to this body.

The little monk stood up, looked around blankly, and picked up the broom beside him.

The little fox's eyes lit up, and it suddenly broke free from Feng Ci's embrace and ran to the temple.

When running, he raised the fallen leaves outside the temple, and the little monk shouted at him, "Little fox, you messed up the leaves you just swept!"

The little fox ignored it.

With a swipe of his tail, he quickly jumped into the temple gate, and was picked up by one hand: "Finally caught, where did you go last night?"

The little fox kicked his legs and was carried by Jingchen and walked into the temple: "Let's go, and go to the morning class. The master said that your scriptures are good for practice."

The quaint temple door slowly closed in the morning light, and the gradually awakened Hanshan Temple was also hidden inside the door.

Feng Ci retracted his gaze and said, "Send someone to block this place."

At least until the spiritual power of the illusion is exhausted, he does not intend to destroy it, nor is he qualified to destroy it.

Pei Qianyue responded softly.

Only then did Yu Jian leave Hanshan Temple.

After breaking through the clouds, Feng Ci was still looking back at the solemn ancient temple.

"Do you think it's worth it to spend hundreds of years of cultivation for a dream?" Feng Ci asked.

Pei Qianyue took Feng Ci in his arms, and raised his wide robe to shield him from the cold morning wind: "It's its own choice, it's not worth it or not."

Fengci said "oh", but didn't answer.

He still felt a little uncomfortable.

It could be because there have been too many lives and deaths over the years. Facing the demise of life, Feng Ci will regret it, but it will not feel unacceptable.

What's more, mortals are mortal, but the lifespan of demons is very long.

"But if it was, I wouldn't choose that." Pei Qianyue suddenly said.

Feng Ciyang: "What if it was you?"

Pei Qianyue: "Continue to practice, kill the enemy, and find a way to find his reincarnation."

But there is no such thing as reincarnation in this world.

Dead souls will return to the earth and go to another world. There are souls from thousands of worlds, where he dissipates, reunites, and returns to the human world when needed. This process can last for a long time, and the soul returning to the human world will not be its original appearance, "sex", or even not exist in the original world.

To find "reincarnation" is simply impossible.

Fengci didn't explain much, just asked: "What if you can't find him?"

Pei Qianyue lowered slightly.

Feng Ci felt an invisible gaze falling on him, and realized in a trance that he could have said the wrong thing. He opened his eyes and was about to change the subject, but Pei Qianyue spoke softly, his voice still very clear in the whistling wind.

"Then die with him," he said.