The entire Yun'an Temple is a magic formation.
The moment he heard these words, one can imagine how surprised Wei Changtian was.
He originally thought that the illusion formation was the Great Hall, and he entered the illusion only when he entered the palace.
But I never thought that the entire Yun'an Temple was actually a magic formation.
Just as Pu Xuan said, if this was really the case, then he would have been in an illusion long ago.
The pilgrims, monks, every plant and tree in the temple are all illusory things in this illusion.
Good guy, are you so generous?
In just one night, such a large formation was actually set up?
Wait, something seems not right.
As Wei Changtian's expression gradually changed from surprise to astonishment, he seemed to have thought of something.
Obviously, it is impossible to quietly deploy such a huge illusion array in just one night.
And this means that this formation has long existed.
So, the so-called Yunan Temple.
"There is no Yunan 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 has deceived everyone?"
"That's right."
On the opposite side, Puxuan saw that Wei Changtian had guessed the truth, so he didn't hide anything anymore.
"This is just an illusory formation, it's just covered by a temple."
"As a person born from 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 can't believe that no one has seen through this formation in three hundred years. Sometimes even I can't tell whether it is real or fake."
"Well, maybe things in this world are like this. If you look at it, it will be true. If you look at it, it will be false."
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Sighing slightly, Pu Xuan had a very complicated expression on his face.
Some are confused, some are calm, some are regretful.
And when Wei Changtian looked at him like this and listened to his rather mysterious words, he roughly guessed the truth about Yun'an Temple at this time.
To put it simply, someone set up this huge illusion array here three hundred years ago.
It is still unknown what the man wanted to do with this formation, but in short, in order to deceive others, he disguised the formation to look like a temple.
It is not accurate to say that it is "disguise". Strictly speaking, it should be "transformation".
Temples, pavilions, flowers, trees, monks and monks, everything in the temple is fake, only the pilgrims coming and going are real.
As long as the people of Linchuan City step into the temple gate, they have entered the illusion formation.
They burn incense and worship Buddha in false temples, kowtow and pray before false Buddha statues, and talk to false monks.
As for what their "bodies" were doing at this time, Wei Changtian didn't know.
Maybe he was standing blankly, or maybe he was wandering around in the empty space like a headless fly.
And when they finished burning incense, worshiping Buddha, and walked out of Yun'an Temple, they broke away from the illusion array and returned to reality.
No one knows that everything they have just experienced is fake.
Because what they saw and heard were all “real” feelings.
When truth and falsehood have reached the point of being indistinguishable, perhaps truth and falsehood themselves are no longer important.
Just like Pu Xuan said.
If you see the truth, it is true; if you see the false, it is false.
".I see."
With a wry smile, Wei Changtian didn't know how he felt now.
He didn't seem to care that he was already trapped in a fatal situation. After being silent for a while, 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. What a bald ass."
Wei Changtian muttered and then asked: "But didn't you just say that this formation is three hundred years old? How could he live for so long?"
"He was not the one who was in charge of the formation before."
Pu Xuan answered all questions: "The previous formation leader died fifty years ago, and he took control of this formation."
"oh"
Wei Changtian raised his eyes and looked at Pu Xuan, then asked: "Then he is really your eldest brother?"
"I'm just an illusory person. How can I have relatives?"
There was a hint of loneliness in Pu Xuan's eyes: "It was him who made me call him that, maybe because I wanted to make up for some regrets."
Make up for regrets?
The old beggar's brother is dead, so he made a fake one in the illusion array to masturbate?
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.
"These words you just said were said by you or him?"
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you said? Or did he say that?
At first glance, Wei Changtian's question seems a bit confusing, but when you think about it carefully, it actually has profound meaning.
If Pu Xuan is really just a virtual body created by the magic formation, then his "life and death" and even every move should be under the control of the old beggar.
But Wei Changtian didn't think the latter would explain so much to him at such a juncture. After all, he didn't have the aura of a protagonist like "the villain dies because he talks 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 was supposed to have no "personal will", actually gave birth to "thinking" in three hundred years.
And the reason why he talks so much may be because he cannot talk about these things to others. Nowadays, it is rare to have a "dying person" who can listen to his ramblings.
"You or that Guan Kong seems to think that I can't escape from this formation."
Slowly raising the Longquan Sword, after chatting for a long time, Wei Changtian finally made some moves again.
Countless long swords hovering in mid-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 stepped down from the lotus throne and looked down at the ant-like Wei Changtian, just like the Tathagata Buddha whose palm suppressed Sun Wukong for five hundred years in Journey to the West.
The aura of the second-level realm surged wildly. Wei Changtian turned to look at the golden Buddha statue, took a deep breath, and prepared to rush out.
But before he could move, Pu Xuan's sigh sounded from behind him.
"Oh, it's useless."
"This is an illusion formation. Everything you see and hear is illusion. It also means that he can create anything he wants."
"True immortals, true Buddhas, true gods. These can all appear in front of you."
"Here, he is the way of heaven."
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It was obvious that no matter how many "miracles" Wei Changtian had created before, Pu Xuan still didn't think he had the slightest chance of escaping.
Even Wei Changtian himself is not particularly confident.
But it’s like this anyway, you can’t just accept your fate and wait for death.
"The way of heaven?"
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.
"The way of heaven is nothing!"
(End of chapter)
