An Qisheng's entry into the city was certainly not due to the braying of the big donkey, nor was it a whim.
But with a glance in mid-air, I felt the unusual changes in the aura of this city.
Dreamland.
The people in this city and even the city itself do not exist in reality, they are just the manifestation of dreams.
However, the people who created this city had great will, and everything created by their thoughts was almost real.
In this city, no one is false, from humans and beasts to vegetation and dust.
For all those who don't know enough, this is reality.
Because the world of all flesh and blood creatures is originally a cognitive world where all senses converge. Even Tu Ba and Gong Yang Yan cannot see any flaws because their cognition is crushed.
But it was naturally impossible to hide it from him.
"oh?"
The old man in the bamboo hat raised his head slightly, a wave of confusion appeared in his pair of gloomy old eyes, and he immediately shook his head: "The enlightenment in the dream is my Buddha's great way. The little monk, with his meager means, does not dare to talk about the 'Tao'."
With that said, the old man drank all the wine in the glass and showed it as empty.
'Enlightenment in a dream...'
Habitat was shocked.
Enlightenment in a dream can be described as thunderous in the world of spiritual practice.
According to legend, the method of enlightenment in the dream was the method by which the legendary 'Brahma Sage' became enlightened!
This old man in a bamboo hat is actually a monk from Xumi Foshan?
An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly. There were ripples in it. The aroma of the wine was fragrant. He drank it down without hesitation.
"It is indeed a good wine, and the great monk is a good drink."
His eyes were clear, and a huge and bright light wheel could be seen faintly shining in them. The old monk's cultivation seemed to be much higher than that of Qing Wujie.
The cultivation of the mind is particularly outstanding, the light is visible, but the breath is not leaked at all.
It seems to be in front of you, but not in front of you.
Illusive yet real.
Putting down the cup, An Qisheng nodded slightly: "However, I heard that there are various precepts in Sumeru Buddha Mountain. This is a violation of the precepts by the great monk."
This city is illusory, and this wine is not real, but its color and taste are all excellent. Even An Qisheng has to admit that the taste is excellent.
The color, taste and taste are all so realistic that even An Qisheng, who has seen through it all, can still feel the taste of the wine.
"I, the Buddha, avoid all kinds of desires but do not destroy human nature. Food and sex are the fundamental foundation of human beings. Even if I, the Buddha, know this, I will not care about it."
The old man in the bamboo hat smiled faintly, but raised his hand and took off the bamboo hat: "Not to mention that the old monk has never really drank."
This is a slightly skinny old monk, with a face like a dead tree and deep wrinkles, but a pair of eyes that are very bright despite the vicissitudes of life.
It seemed to have the ability to penetrate people's hearts. Tu Ba only glanced at it, and his heart couldn't help but throbbing.
"well?"
Tu Ba was wondering when he suddenly heard a scream from Cai Xiaobai in his arms: "It's gone, it's all gone!"
"What?"
Habitat was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils shrank.
I saw that there were not many guests on the fifth floor, but all of them disappeared at some point!
What also disappeared together was the vague noise in his ears.
The whole world suddenly became silent. For a moment, the only sounds left between heaven and earth were each other's voices.
Involuntarily, my heart felt chilly.
"Master!"
At this time, Gong Yangyan's exclamation came along with the high-pitched braying of the big donkey.
The little old man rode his donkey and crashed directly into the fifth floor. He seemed to be greatly frightened: "There is a ghost in this city! I..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Gong Yangyan's face stiffened. He broke in through the window and landed right in front of the old monk. When his eyes swept over him, he felt as if he had been struck by thunder. He stood frozen on the spot and could not move.
More than just Gong Yangyan?
Tu Ba, Cai Xiaobai, and even the big donkey, whose mouth opened wide and spit flew out, all lost their voices for a moment, as if they had become people in the painting.
It looks extremely weird.
An Qisheng smiled, as if he didn't care about the state of the others, and didn't argue with him. He moved his fingers holding the wine glass slightly and raised his own glass:
"It's not polite to come and go without reciprocating. The great monk also drinks from me."
"Um?"
The old monk's long white eyebrows raised, his eyes dropped into the cup, and he saw the wine in the white jade cup slowly rippling.
He was a little surprised.
This city is a corner of the pure land in his heart. Although it is the same as the outside world, it is actually two worlds.
Without his permission, anyone who enters this city will lose their original knowledge. Even those who are not much different from his cultivation level will never be able to use magical powers in it.
This person clearly...
Thinking in his mind, he raised his eyebrows again, and the wrinkles on the old monk's face seemed to have relaxed:
"I thought that fellow Taoist was just physically strong and strong-willed, but I didn't expect that fellow Taoist was also a good player. The little monk's meager means turned out to be ridiculous."
After all, the old monk didn't care if there was anything wrong with the wine in the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking, An Qisheng smiled faintly, his eyes dark but without a smile: "Although he looks immature, he is not generous enough to make people laugh."
Using his mind to outline a virtual city was nothing to An Qisheng, but the city built by the old monk was almost the same as the real one.
If the old monk leaves this place, without any means, this city can truly turn the imaginary into the real due to the spiritual power.
Such magical power was enough for him to face up to.
pity......
"Ha~"
The old monk raised his eyebrows slightly, then lowered his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his chest, chanted the Buddha's name softly, and said:
"Old monk Fanwuyi, dare to ask what you call your friend, which family you studied under, where is the immortal mountain, what method did you learn, and which ancestor did you worship?"
"Ban Wuyi?!"
Before An Qisheng could speak, Gong Yangyan, who had been frozen for a long time, lost his voice in shock. He looked at the old monk in front of him, his face twitching violently:
"You, you are Brahma Martial Arts, the master of Brahma Martial Arts, Fan Wuyi?! You, you are still alive???"
There is no one in Brahma!
Looking at the old monk in front of him, Gong Yangyan felt a surge in his heart. This name was more than thunderous to him, and even to the entire Northwest Path practitioners?
Brahma Martial Arts has dominated the Northwest Path for more than ten thousand years, but these ten thousand years are by no means the peak of Brahma Martial Arts. In fact, it is a great decline!
The glory of Brahma Martial Arts was even before the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was a truly outstanding sect!
According to legend, before the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, the sky and the earth were dark and all living beings were in ruins. At that time, the wind and clouds were surging, and many heroes stood up to fight against each other and compete for the "Xia Ding".
Among them was Taizu Taizu of Zhou Dynasty, who was known as the 'Emperor'.
Taizu Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty started at the end of the Wei Dynasty, armed with a dragon stick, and conquered three thousand military states in the south, establishing a 30,000-year foundation for the Great Zhou Dynasty and endless glory.
The Brahma Martial Arts Path is one of the twenty-eight paths established by Emperor Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
At its most glorious time, he ruled the nineteen states of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and was considered to be below the imperial court and above ten thousand sects!
The Taoist master at that time was Brahma Wuyi!
This is an antique that has experienced changes in dynasties, overthrew Daxia, and competed with all the heroes in the world!
"Brahma Wuyi..."
An Qisheng's eyes moved, and Gong Yangyan knew it, so of course he didn't know it.
Even know more.
When Brahma Martial Arts was at its peak, he was once known as the king of all sects, only under the Imperial Court. However, this glory did not last long.
It disappeared along with the disappearance of Fan Wuyi who single-handedly pushed Fanwu Dao to the top.
The Brahma Martial Arts, which was once in charge of the Nineteen Daos of the Great Zhou Dynasty and was the king of all sects, has prospered but declined. Now, even the border Dao is almost no longer able to survive.
"Brahma martial arts..."
Fan Wuyi first murmured to himself, and then sighed: "After thirty thousand years of changes in the world of mortals, does anyone still remember this name? He said that it will last forever, and it is true, haha..."
"You, are you really the master of Brahma Martial Arts, Fan Wuyi?"
Gongyang Yan staggered back a few steps, a little shocked: "But it is said that you have already, how could you..."
He still didn't believe it.
It is true that people like Fan Wuyi have the ability to live forever, but immortality does not mean immortality. Even if he is a great monk of the soul, his body will disappear when he dies.
This is the rule of heaven and earth, no one can violate it.
Not to mention, if Brahma Wuyi was dead, how could he sit back and watch Brahma Martial Arts decline to the level it is today.
"So what if you live, so what if you die?"
Fan Wuyi didn't seem to care, he only glanced at the veteran Taoist who was not even four feet tall, and then looked at An Qisheng: "Fellow Taoist?"
An Qisheng gathered his thoughts and responded calmly: "I am a poor Taoist, Hongxuan, I will surrender myself to Yangshan and join a sect."
"Shouyang Mountain? It doesn't seem to be a famous mountain or holy place..."
Fan Wuyi frowned slightly, as if he hadn't heard anything, and couldn't help but shook his head: "It's because the young monk is ignorant."
"It's a small sect. It's not surprising that the great monk doesn't know about it."
An Qisheng's expression was as usual, he didn't seem to be surprised by the old monk's identity, nor did he care whether he knew how to be a sect. He just raised his glass again and said:
"There's been a lot of trouble this time, so I'll take my leave."
"Um?"
Fan Wuyi's eyes narrowed, as if he didn't expect the man in front of him to say this.
But then he smiled and said: "Why do Taoist friends come and go in such a hurry? Now that you are in the city, why not stay with a few more people and sit down and talk about Taoism? It is a pleasure in the world!"
"No, no."
An Qisheng just shook his head: "I can't wait to pass by. I still have important things to do, but it's hard to delay it any longer."
"Not busy, not busy."
Fan Wuyi also shook his head, the smile on his skinny face not diminishing: "If you have something to do, fellow Taoist, you might as well chat with the monk. Maybe, you will gain something..."
'this......'
Gong Yangyan couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he saw the words in front of him that seemed to be trying to retain the old monk who had been his best friend for many years.
I felt something was wrong.
The big flowered donkey and rabbit who sneaked aside were even more excited and the hairs on their bodies stood up.
This, this is obviously wrong...
boom!
Sure enough, in the next moment, with everyone's hearts skipping a beat, the old monk dropped his glass heavily, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a deep indifference:
"Fellow Taoist, do you really want to leave?"
His voice was neither high nor low, and there was no special power in it, but Tu Ba, Gong Yang Yan and others felt a chill in their hearts, and they felt a bone-chilling aura covering every inch of the void around them.
"Even if Brahma Wuyi's true body is here, I can leave if I want, and stay if I want to."
An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged as usual, he looked at the old monk sitting across the table, his tone was as calm as smoke, and his eyes were as deep as the sea:
"You're just obsessed with being a lonely soul, but you also want to keep someone around?"
