Chapter 893: Three Hundred Years of Illusion
The entire Yun'an Temple is an illusion.
The moment Wei Changtian heard this, one can imagine how surprised he was.
He originally thought that the illusion array was the Great Hall, and that he entered the illusion the moment he entered the hall.
But I never expected that the entire Yun'an Temple was actually an illusion.
Just as Pu Xuan said, if this was true, then he would have been in an illusion a long time ago.
The pilgrims, monks, grass and trees in the temple are all illusory things in this dreamland.
Wow, is this a big deal?
In just one night, they actually set up such a large formation? Wait, something seems to be wrong. As Wei Changtian's expression gradually changed from surprise to astonishment, he seemed to have thought of something.
Obviously, it is impossible to set up such a huge illusion array quietly in just one night.
And this means that this formation has existed for a long time.
So, the so-called Yun'an Temple. "There is no Yun'an Temple at all."
Looking at Pu Xuan, who didn't know if there really was such a "person", Wei Changtian's pupils shrank slightly: "Or is it that the so-called Yun'an Temple is actually just an illusion that deceived everyone?"
"That's right."
On the other side, Pu Xuan saw that Wei Changtian had guessed the truth, so he didn't hide anything anymore.
"This is just an illusion, it's just covered by the temple."
"As a person created by this formation, I have been here since the moment I was born. More than three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"I never thought that no one could see through this formation in three hundred years. Sometimes even I can't tell whether this is real or fake."
"Alas, perhaps this is how things in this world are. If you see it as true, it is true, and if you see it as false, it is false."
“.”
Pu Xuan sighed softly, with a very complicated expression on his face.
Some are confused, some are calm, some are regretful.
Looking at him and listening to his rather mysterious words, Wei Changtian roughly guessed the truth about Yun'an Temple.
To put it simply, someone set up this huge illusion array here three hundred years ago.
It is still unknown what that person wants to do with the help of this formation, but in order to conceal his tracks, he disguised the formation to look like a temple.
It is not accurate to call it "disguise", strictly speaking it should be "illusion".
The temple buildings, flowers, trees, monks and everything in the temple are fake; only the pilgrims coming and going are real.
As soon as the people of Linchuan City stepped into the temple gate, they entered an illusion array.
They burned incense and worshipped Buddha in fake temples, kowtowed and prayed before fake Buddha statues, and talked with fake monks.
As for what their "bodies" were doing at this moment, Wei Changtian had no idea.
Maybe they were standing there blankly, or maybe they were wandering around in an empty space like a headless fly.
And the moment they finished burning incense, worshiping Buddha, and walked out of Yun'an Temple, they escaped from the illusion and returned to reality.
No one knew that everything they had just experienced was fake.
Because what they see and hear are the most "real" feelings.
When truth and falsehood have reached the point where they cannot be distinguished, perhaps truth and falsehood themselves are no longer important.
Just like Pu Xuan said.
What is true is true, and what is false is false. ".I understand."
With a bitter smile, Wei Changtian didn't know what his mood was at the moment.
He didn't seem to care that he had fallen into a deadly situation. After a long silence, he slowly said, "So, the person who controls this formation is the old beggar?"
"yes."
Pu Xuan nodded: "His name is Guan Kong."
"Guan Kong, you are really a bald ass."
Wei Changtian muttered, and then asked: "But didn't you just say that this formation has been around for three hundred years? How could he have lived so long?"
"He was not the one in charge of the formation before."
Pu Xuan answered every question: "He took control of this formation after the previous master died fifty years ago."
"oh"
Wei Changtian looked up at Pu Xuan and asked, "Is he really your elder brother?"
"I am just an imaginary person, how can I have any relatives?"
There was a trace of loneliness in Pu Xuan's eyes: "He made me call him that, maybe he wanted to make up for some regrets."
Make up for regrets?
The old beggar's brother died, so he created a fake one in the illusion array to comfort himself? Shaking his head, Wei Changtian was too lazy to care about these trivial matters, but suddenly smiled for no reason and asked the last question.
"Did you say these words just now, or did he say them?"
“.”
Did you say that? Or did he say that? At first glance, Wei Changtian's question seemed a bit unreasonable, but upon closer thought, it actually had a lot of meaning.
If Pu Xuan was really just an illusion created by the formation, then his "life and death" and even his every move should be under the control of the old beggar.
But Wei Changtian didn’t think that the latter would explain so much to him at such a critical moment. After all, he didn’t have the protagonist halo of “the villain dies because of talking too much”.
So. "It's me."
The next moment, Pu Xuan's answer confirmed Wei Changtian's guess.
really.
Although the reason is unknown, Pu Xuan, who should have no "personal will", actually developed "thinking" during the long three hundred years.
The reason why he said so much was probably because he couldn't tell these things to anyone else, and now it was rare to have a "dying person" who could listen to him chattering.
"You, or Guan Kong, seem to be certain that I can't escape from this formation."
Slowly raising the Longquan Sword and after chatting for a long time, Wei Changtian finally made another move.
Countless long swords hovering in the air began to gather together, forming a dense sword net behind him. The sword light gradually spread to the surroundings, and soon a silver sword formation was formed in the vast golden light.
At the same time, the tall Buddha statue also stepped down from the lotus seat and looked down at Wei Changtian, who was as small as an ant, just like the Tathagata Buddha in Journey to the West who suppressed Sun Wukong for five hundred years.
The momentum of the second level realm was surging wildly. Wei Changtian turned around and looked at the golden Buddha statue. He took a deep breath and prepared to rush out.
But before he could move, Pu Xuan's sigh sounded behind him.
"Alas, it's no use."
"This is an illusion array. Everything you see and hear is illusory. It also means that he can create anything he wants."
"True immortals, true Buddhas, true gods. All of these can appear before you."
"Here, he is the way of heaven."
“.”
It was obvious that no matter how many "miracles" Wei Changtian had created before, Pu Xuan still didn't think he had any chance of escaping.
Even Wei Changtian himself was not particularly confident.
But since it has come to this, I can't just accept my fate and wait for death.
"Heavenly Way?"
With a sneer, Wei Changtian did not look back, but suddenly turned into a black shadow and shot out, carrying countless long swords and rushing straight towards the golden Buddha statue.
"Heaven's Way is shit!"
(End of this chapter)
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