Chapter 557

"Amitabha, benefactor, you'd better stop."

The big monk looked peaceful and said slowly to the Fahai.

The ripples around the big monk dissipated little by little and did not approach him for half a minute.

"If I guess correctly, the mural behind you is a real fantasy."

Fahai sneered that all this was vanity, and only the murals behind the great monk were real.

At the beginning, it seemed to get out of the illusion, but it just went from one illusion to another.

"Real or unreal."

The big monk remained unmoved and continued to laugh.

"If you think it's true, that's true. If you think it's illusory, that's illusory."

"Hum, stop talking."

Fahai sneered, how could it ever be so clear between reality and illusion.

Illusion is illusion.

"Little benefactor, you don't understand yet. If you want to, please."

The big monk stepped back without giving way.

With a slight stretch of his hand, he indicated that Fahai could pass.

"Hmm? Won't you stop me?"

Fahai frowned and felt that things seemed to become more strange.

"Amitabha, I have never stopped, nor will I stop."

Dahe Shangdao gave a gift, but he made way for the passage.

"He is dying. Benefactor, take care of himself."

Just a word in his mouth, Fahai's frown became more and more confused.

Things are not the same as he expected.

Did he guess wrong?

But the illusion around him was broken, as if to verify his conjecture.

After a long hesitation, Fahai finally stepped into the mural.

It's true, it's illusory.

He will see it himself.

"Amitabha."

The big monk only said one word, and sure enough, he didn't move at all.

The mural glowed, and the next moment, Fahai's body slowly disappeared.

For a time, the ancient temple gradually became hazy and disappeared little by little.

In the murals, in the pavilions

Sitting on the window platform, Fahai suddenly opened his eyes, with a thick surprised color in his eyes.

"Back!"

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Fahai sighed in his heart.

"Little benefactor, are you awake?"

When a soft drink sounded, Fahai looked back and saw the peony standing in front of him intact.

"Well, how many hours did I sleep?"

Fahai was relieved to see this scene.

Sure enough, everything I've experienced before is illusory.

"Little benefactor, you've been sleeping for more than an hour."

Peony was puzzled and replied.

"More than an hour?"

Fahai murmured in his mouth. He always felt that there was a problem in his heart, but he couldn't understand it.

"Little benefactor, it's getting late at night. Let's have a rest early."

Peony slowly and said behind him. Although Fahai was confused, he didn't think about it anymore.

After taking a look at the peony, Fahai finally persuaded him to retreat.

For Buddhist people, Fahai has its own bottom line.

"Hum, I don't know how funny."

The peony who was driven out of the door drank coldly, although she didn't want to.

But being rejected is different from her rejecting others.

The night is slightly cool. In the painted wall world, the stars are dotted with a slight fragrance of flowers.

Fahai sat cross legged all night without sleep.

It was not until the banquet the next day that Fahai went out.

Passing by the wall painting time, looking at the scenes, faheimer was silent.

At the banquet, when Fahai arrived, Zhu Xiaolian, Meng Longtan and others had arrived.

At the moment, the birds are singing and dancing, embracing each other.

"Little benefactor, were you satisfied last night?"

Above the stage, my aunt looked at Fahai below and smiled.

She is in charge of this world. Fahai is the person of fairy grace, and she cares about it.

"OK, but it's a big dream after all."

Fahai responded with the same chuckle.

His magic eyes can't see through this illusion, but Chen Xiaoming sees through all this in his memory.

If this is still in the world of wall painting.

Then whether it is true or false, everything is a big dream.

Fahai doesn't need to care whether all this is true or unreal.

When you wake up from your dream, it is naturally a vanity.

"Hahaha, the world is drunk, how do you know this is not a paradise." the aunt above laughed.

"Yes, little benefactor, this is a fairyland on earth."

At the moment, the little bookboy on one side was pregnant with beauty and couldn't help sighing.

Such a beautiful scene was a fairyland for him.

"Gentle countryside, beautiful bones, is the most debilitating thing."

Fahai shook his head and said nothing.

Glancing at the aunts above, there was a trace of boredom in his heart.

Although the scenery is good, the man is beautiful.

Unfortunately, it's not a demon.

Even if you kill, there will be no points.

Inevitably, Fahai felt a little depressed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after the banquet, are you interested in seeing my treasure in Wonderland?"

The aunt above glanced down and stayed on Fahai for a long time.

I don't know whether Fahai intended it or not.

However, strangely, from this trace of vision, he noticed the abnormality.

treasure?

As soon as they hear about the treasure of fairyland, Zhu Xiaolian, Meng Longtan and others naturally want to see it.

When Fahai saw this, he raised his eyebrows and responded.

After the banquet, several people went together.

Accompanied by a group of fairyland fairies, flowers bloom on both sides. Yingyingyan is very lively.

A group of people came to the entrance of a cave. On both sides, there were night pearls shining to illuminate the cave.

"The treasure of Wonderland is ahead."

The aunt who led the way said that the next moment, she took the people into the cave.

Along the winding passage, the party came to the cave soon.

In the center of the cave is an open platform on which a round fairy pearl floats and glitters with fairy light.

For a moment, Zhu Xiaolian and Meng Longtan were stunned.

And the corners of Fahai's mouth couldn't help sneering.

The people who came behind us have surrounded several people faintly at the moment.

The so-called treasure, which has been seen through by Fahai, is the core of an array.

"Hehe, can't wait to do it?"

Fahai sneered, and the golden warriors behind him burst into action.

"Broken!"

With a flash of the right hand, the muzzle of the gun was directly aimed at the exploding golden warrior. The next moment, I saw a flash of the right hand and directly opened the golden warrior.

The mechanical sound of the system sounded in my mind.

"Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife."

With a Buddha's horn in his mouth, Fahai turned around with a smile and looked at the people in Wonderland with a frightened face.

Just, just for a moment, Fahai's look changed greatly.

At the center of the eyebrows, the Buddha's light shines, and a wave of heart demons emerge.

But the next moment, a touch of red awn flashed from the memory of his mind, and Fahai instantly recovered Qingming.

"Amitabha."

Recited in the mouth, the doubt in Fahai's eyes was slowly untied at the moment.

"What a powerful illusion."

With a sigh of admiration, Fahai is clear in his heart at the moment.

The old temple or the painting wall world at the moment.

It turned out to be a fantasy.

A fantasy generated by his heart.

Illusions arise from the heart.

He thought there would be an accident, so there was the emergence of Buddha.

He thought the Buddha was false in his heart, so a big monk made a move.

He thought that the people in the fairyland would do it, and Gu had such a scene.

Fantasy is born from the heart, and the heart moves!