Observe me as a living thing and as an object. I exist and objects have their own color. This is the object-self.
Scenery is not just scenery, happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy are also a state in people's hearts. Therefore, if there are scenery in the heart, and there are joys, anger, sorrows, and joys, there will be a realm to exist; if there is no scenery in the heart, and it is heartless and meaningless, there will be no realm to depend on.
Combining these two, it is the realm of things and myself!
Yishan King's technique is driven by brute force, but he cannot hold a high position with brute force alone. It is precisely because of the existence of the realm of things and self that he can maintain his position and cannot be shaken. And his act of amassing money is precisely to maintain the huge consumption of the gradually weakening realm of things and self, to support his position as the master of the palace!
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"Hehe, your brat is so bold that you dare to pretend to be the King of Taiyin, which really makes the blue-faced ghost admire you! It's a pity that you should never have snatched the dead gas bottle, and finally offended King Yishan! Tsk tsk... If I couldn't help myself, I You really don’t want to take your kid’s life!”
In the realm of things and myself, the blue-faced ghost was pacing slowly and muttering to himself.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, the blue-faced ghost was not embarrassed and continued to smile: "Boy, you are also from the Gongdian, and you must have heard of the master of the palace's realm of things and me! So I advise you to avoid escaping. My thoughts, come out obediently! Save me the pain of panic!"
"Bah! How presumptuous! You have such a big mouth, you bitch! If you can, come and catch me!" As soon as the blue-faced ghost finished speaking, a high-pitched voice was heard from behind a stone wall.
"Hehe, you are indeed a young man. I can provoke you with just a few words!" The blue-faced ghost's pupils shrank, he stepped forward and wrapped the silk thread in his palm towards the wall in front of him.
"Now!" As a shrill voice sounded, the blue-faced ghost saw a tall, haggard figure emerge from behind the stone wall, bowing and pinching its nose.
"Where did this ghost thing come from?" The blue-faced ghost's expression froze.
Previously, he followed the instruction of King Yishan to bring the exit of Wanxiang Market to the Realm of Mono-Woman. After this kid came out, he sealed the exit, so he really didn't understand why there was a strange thing appearing in the Realm of Mono-Woman for no reason. Come.
But how could the other side allow him to think about it? At the same time as the sharp sound fell, a starlight lit up from the blue-faced ghost's peripheral vision, and expanded in a short period of time.
What ignited along with the starlight was the surprise in the blue-faced ghost's eyes, filling his pupils with this light.
"Original fire! It turns out to be the original fire of the executor!" The firelight shone, making the blue-faced ghost's complexion pale a little, and he exclaimed in disbelief: "What the hell are you..."
But before he could finish his sentence, he was hit by a ball of fire, knocking the sound from his mouth back into his throat!
"It's done! Hehe, it's all thanks to me, the old immortal!" Seeing the blue-faced ghost being swallowed up in the fire of origin, the old immortal said in a shrill voice, feeling very proud of himself.
"It's obvious that the class leader is very resourceful, so what does it have to do with you?" As soon as the old fairy finished speaking, there was a sneer, "Also, the class leader is originally gentle in words, but he is not pretentious like you!"
After hearing this, the old immortal reacted and loosened the fingertips holding his nose: "No matter what the process is, the result is still the same? You, a calico old man, clearly just have no chance to show off, so you talk about jealousy!"
"Shut up!" Just as the two were enjoying their verbal exchanges, Wu Fan suddenly interrupted their quarrel.
Seeing Wu Fan's gloomy expression, the opera ghost didn't even dare to breathe or speak any more. The withered old immortal was suddenly interrupted, but he was still a little unconvinced: "Little friend Wu Fan! This time it was clearly the calico old man who made the provocation..."
"Shh!" Wu Fan made a silent gesture, "I'm not blaming you! I just want to ask you two... did you hear anything?"
"Sound?" Lao Xian pulled his ears and twisted his neck, "This one didn't hear it, and this one didn't hear it either... Boy, are you changing the subject?"
Although Xi Gui has not been following Wu Fan for a long time, he knows that the latter will not be mysterious, especially at such a critical moment. But there was nothing unusual around him, so the actor could only focus on the original fire in front of him.
But after looking at it carefully for a few times, it suddenly exclaimed: "Don't move, evil spirit!"
Although the old immortal didn't know what was going on, seeing the nervous expression on the opera ghost's face, he still put down his feet and stood firm. And just when he stood firm, he saw countless strands shooting out of the fireball, wrapping around in front of them!
Before the old immortal had time to look back, he felt a pain behind him, and then he was pushed by a huge force and flew several feet away from the two of them, rolling into a ball in embarrassment.
"I didn't expect...you damn thing, your body and bones are so strong that you can withstand my fatal blow!" The original fire dissipated, and the blue-faced ghost appeared in front of several people unscathed, sneering.
"You calico old man! How dare you use me as a shield!" The old immortal reacted after hearing this and cursed loudly.
"This is called making the best use of things. Don't you really hope to have a chance to perform in front of the class leader!" The actor laughed.
"You're showing off! Old man Huabu, you just want to take revenge on me!" The old immortal endured the severe pain in his back and gritted his teeth angrily.
This is a realm of things and myself, so things that are not me cannot depend on me. This origin fire was born from Bao Bao and was infected with Bao Bao's color, so although this ball of fire looked shocking, because it was not used by Bao Bao himself, it could only be a bluff and could not pose any threat.
After dispelling the original fire, the blue-faced ghost planned to give the person in front of him a showdown, but he didn't expect that no one would pay attention to him after he finished speaking. He was also ashamed and ashamed, and his face turned purple.
"Grandpa Blue Face Ghost is talking to you, are you deaf?" Blue Face Ghost said angrily.
"This means that I, the old immortal, have a strong body. If it were you, old man of calico cloth, I'm afraid you would have become a piece of rags!" The old immortal still ignored the blue-faced ghost and complained in his mouth.
"How dare you ignore me! I don't care what your relationship is with the executor of the Vientiane Market! Go to hell!" The blue-faced ghost was already filled with smoke. He no longer had any scruples, and pulled out a thread from his palm and wrapped it around them.
"Little friend! Have you figured out a way? This bitch seems to have lost his mind!" The old immortal almost used up all his remaining strength to resist just now. Now when he saw the blue-faced ghost taking action, how could he dare to resist with his body? He directly picked up Xi Gui and Wu Fan one by one and ran away like crazy.
Although the old immortal and the opera ghost have always been at odds with each other, Wu Fan was particularly aware of the dispute just now and wanted them to attract the attention of the blue-faced ghost so that he could find a way to escape.
But he thought about it, and the only thing he could think of was how to hide it. It was a fantasy to completely escape from here!
Wu Fan knew that this evasion was not an option, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Old Immortal, please let me negotiate with that blue-faced ghost! After all, this matter has nothing to do with you. I only need to hand over the dead gas bottle as a condition." I can make you leave!"
"Bah, bah, bah! Even if the old immortal can leave this realm of things and me, he can't return to the mortal world without you! Since you brought me here, you have to be responsible to the end, so don't think about staying away and walking away!" Then, the old immortal clamped Wu Fan tightly under his side, almost suffocating him.
Wu Fan looked bitter when he heard this: "Oh...Old immortal, opera ghost, I'm really sorry, it was me who hurt you!"
"Interesting! I didn't expect that an evil ghost like you would still have some humanity!" The actor couldn't help sighing.
"Old Huabu, your life is in the hands of the old immortal! If you dare to speak out loud again, don't blame the old immortal for throwing you out and turning you into a spectacle!" the old immortal said fiercely.
The opera ghost was startled when he heard this, and fell silent as expected.
"It's okay if you know you're afraid! Just stay here! Don't disturb the old immortal, my leisure and elegance!" Perhaps he had been holding it in for too long, but once the old immortal spread his legs, he couldn't stop and threw the blue-faced ghost behind him. behind.
"Evil ghost, please put me down!" But before the old immortal could run a few steps this time, he heard the opera ghost speak again.
"Old Huabu, now is not the time to be angry! Why don't the old immortal want to leave you behind, but little friend Wufan won't agree!" The old immortal frowned and said in a deep voice.
The opera ghost shook his head: "I have no intention of committing suicide, I just feel that this is not the way to go! So..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Huabu, the old immortal has a clever plan!" The old immortal smiled slyly when he heard this: "Don't forget, the teacup ghost is still waiting for us! Once it senses something is wrong, it will definitely ask the green ghost king for help! The Green Ghost King borrowed our hands to take pictures of the dead gas bottles in the Vientiane Market, and he probably wanted to get here, so he definitely won't just sit idly by and ignore us!"
Wu Fan burst out laughing when he heard this. At first, he thought that the Green Ghost King was so thoughtful. Although it was difficult for her to agree in front of outsiders, sooner or later she would get back the dead gas bottle worth 80 million long-term gold.
However, he did not see the Green Ghost King until the Wanxiang Market ended. Only after asking Baoluo did he find out that the Green Ghost King was no longer in the Wanxiang Market...
"So as long as I delay long enough, when the Green Ghost King sends someone, he will take us out of here!" The old immortal looked proud.
"I have to admit that you, the devil, have some brains..." The actor smiled, and then continued: "If this continues, we're afraid we won't be able to support that time..."
"Old man Huabu, why did you say such depressing words?" The old immortal felt very unhappy, but as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that his breath was much heavier than before, and he murmured: "Strange, why did the old immortal You will feel a little powerless..."
After saying that, the old immortal turned around and saw that the blue-faced ghost had disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Little friend Wu Fan! The blue-faced ghost shouldn't be found here for a while. You should find a place quickly." Hidden, let me return to the chess pieces and rest for a while..."
If these discouraging words were spoken by the old immortal, Wu Fan would not be surprised, but now that he was speaking as a showman, it suddenly seemed a little abnormal.
After hearing what the old immortal said, Wu Fan did not hesitate and hurriedly took out the two chess pieces. After all, this was not the Vientiane Market, and the two of them could not be separated from the "body" for as long as before.
Wu Fan had just taken out the chess pieces, but he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. He saw that the originally delicate black and white pieces were covered with a layer of gray and full of cracks.
Wu Fan was about to pick up the chess pieces to check the situation, but he didn't expect that with just a slight twist, the two chess pieces turned into powder!
They are like two streams of distinct colors, flowing upward from the palm and disappearing between the fingers...
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