The song, rough but with a hint of open-mindedness, reached Chen Bei's ears along with the breeze and the fragrance of flowers.
Chen Bei raised his eyes and looked around, only to see rippling blue waves on the lake, and the looming mountains in the distance. In the mist, there was a awning boat, breaking through the clouds and mist on the lake, slowly wandering towards him.
In front of the awning boat, an old man wearing a raincoat was sitting, holding a fishing rod and singing happily.
Seeing this scene, Chen Bei suddenly had no reason to completely prevent himself. He only felt as if he had entered a landscape painting.
But in an instant, Chen Bei's heart was beating wildly. In the sea of consciousness, his spiritual thoughts were surging, as if there was a huge force trying to wake him up!
But unfortunately, he seemed to be enjoying it and didn't want to wake up.
Is it an illusion?
Or inner demon?
Chen Bei felt clear for a moment, but then he was attracted by the old man's voice.
"Young man, why are you here?"
The old man looked at Chen Bei with stern eyes.
Che Bi was shocked. The boat that was far away just now arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Chen Bei didn't believe that there was no evil in this, but at this moment Chen Bei took a deep breath, then controlled the boat under his feet and moved closer to the old man's boat.
"Come here to come."
Approaching the awning boat, Chen Bei jumped on the old man's clothes, raised his hands to the old man and said, "May I ask, father-in-law, where did he come from?"
The old man chuckled: "Young men, don't be joking, this Taoyuan is not something you can just enter by just entering."
"Peach Garden?" Chen Bei looked around and saw that the shore of the lake was red. It was a good time for peach blossoms to bloom.
"It's a good place."
The scenery here is unparalleled, and Chen Bei did not want to care about the unreasonableness of it, and asked with a smile: "May I ask what you call me?"
The old man flicked the hook and actually caught a small fish. The old man took off the small fish and threw the small fish back into the lake. Then he said: "You can just call me Mr. Meng."
Mr. Meng looked at Chen Bei with a smile, as if waiting for Chen Bei's next words.
But Chen Bei only looked at the scenery next to him and had no intention of asking any further questions.
He didn't even ask why he threw the fish he caught back into the lake.
Chen Bei's attitude of having nothing to do with him made Mr. Meng feel a little strange.
But after all, Chen Bei didn't ask, and the old man had no intention of talking.
The two of them just sat quietly on the boat, letting the boat ripple with the current. Chen Bei felt the breeze blowing, and his originally calm heart finally felt a ripple.
He always felt that this place was a little too quiet, as if it was a forgotten corner.
Sensing the same thing as Chen Bei, Meng Lao's old face squeezed out a smile from the wrinkles.
"Young man, be steady."
Mr. Meng's voice was not high-pitched, but in Chen Bei's ears, it was like Huang Zhong Da Lu, suppressing all the impetuousness in Chen Bei's heart.
At this moment, Chen Bei felt that his state of mind had really stabilized a lot.
When he opened his eyes again, Chen Bei glanced at the hunched back and saluted him solemnly: "Thank you, Mr. Meng."
Mr. Meng smiled and did not say anything to him, but asked instead:
"Young man, what do you think of this place?"
"It's beautiful," Chen Bei said sincerely, "but it feels a little too quiet."
"Yes." Mr. Meng looked at him, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes:
"Then do you think this place is quiet at this moment? Or is it quiet in your heart?"
Chen Bei was silent for a moment. He didn't know what Mr. Meng meant.
After all, in Chen Bei's subconscious, he always felt that this place was fake. If this place itself was fake, then there was only one answer, and that was to be quiet in his heart.
"young people."
Seeing that Chen Bei had not spoken for a long time, the old man spoke again:
"Young people, between reality and reality, the reality is transformed into reality, and the reality is transformed into reality. Why are you so persistent?"
Chen Bei was horrified. Is there such a thing as fiction and reality?
I don't know if what the old man said was too mysterious or if my understanding was limited, but I suddenly fell into self-doubt.
"But regardless of reality, isn't this... all in an illusion?"
Seeing the confusion in Chen Bei's eyes, Mr. Meng laughed.
"This is indeed an illusion, but if you hear sounds and see colors, there is also the fragrance of flowers overflowing in the air. If you don't think it is false, then it is also true!"
Chen Bei suddenly wanted to give the old guy in front of him a kick and just keep talking. How could he be more difficult to serve than the old monks in Fulong Temple!
Light can say these things that people can’t understand.
I can’t understand what I’m listening to, I can’t learn it yet, and now I’m still doubting myself as if I have poor understanding.
At this moment, Mr. Meng started to laugh again, and his smiling expression showed a bit of kindness.
But the movements of his hands were anything but gentle.
Just when Chen Bei was lost in thought, the old man actually hit Chen Bei on the head with the fishing rod in his hand.
The thin fishing rod hit Chen Bei's head. Just as Chen Bei was about to have a seizure, he heard the old voice coming to his ears again: "Idiot, do you understand now?"
When the fishing rod was hit on his head, Chen Bei felt his head buzzing, but the place where he was hit made Chen Bei even more frightened.
If you let go of the place where you were hit, you will feel unbearable pain. But if you don't think about it, you won't feel any pain at all.
Chen Bei was startled and opened his eyes suddenly, and then saw Mr. Meng with a warm smile on his face.
Chen Beidang bowed to Mr. Meng and said, "Thank you very much for your advice."
Mr. Meng smiled: "He is a pretty good young man."
"Do you understand now that this is false and true?"
Chen Bei nodded solemnly: "Thank you, my father-in-law, for teaching me. I understand, it's true or false, but it all depends on your own mind. Whether this place is real or an illusion, I can kill people as long as I want."
"..." After listening to Chen Bei's words, Mr. Meng was stunned for a moment. After a long while, he said: "You have realized the word "kill"?
Chen Bei raised his eyebrows and asked confidently: "What else?"
In fact, what Chen Bei felt was naturally more than just the word "kill", but it was difficult to express his feelings to others after all.
Moreover, the most important thing he realized now was to help him kill people, and Chen Bei was not wrong.
Just looking at Mr. Meng's expression of hating iron for not becoming steel, Chen Bei smiled: "Mr. Meng, may I ask where you come from?"
"This world seems to be under your control. Do you live here, are you trapped here, or are you the spirit in the wall?"
After Chen Bei finished asking, Mr. Meng still looked calm. He turned around, swung the hook, and threw out the fishing line in his hand.
