It is said that Mr. Shen is an illusion condensed by the formation based on my memory, so his actions should also be based on my thoughts.
I feel like the current situation is like talking to myself. Shen Gong’s understanding of the underworld and the method of breaking the formation can be said to be my own imagination. Is it really reliable?
But there is no good way now. Firstly, I don’t understand the formation at all. Secondly, what Shen Gong showed is indeed an ability that the illusion should not have, so I can only rely on him to really have the ability.
Not entirely a fictional character of mine.
The Naihe River is still much the same as in my memory. The river water is as sticky as glue, and the cold white mist rises on the river. When I step on the Naihe Bridge, a few resentful spirits quietly float over and whisper in my ear, and then
Then he screamed and roared at me with a ferocious expression, as if he was trying to drag me into the river.
This is an old trick of evil spirits, they want to scare people into drowning.
But I can be considered an old acquaintance, and I am basically immune to this thing. I pulled out Jingmeng and used my sword energy to drive away a few annoying ghosts. I called out to Mr. Shen who was walking in front: "Wait a minute, I want to ask you something.
Son."
"If you fart, hurry up."
"Does your body know what is happening now?"
"I am not the main body. How can I know whether the main body knows or not."
Mr. Shen was more violent. He used his witchcraft power to directly destroy the resentful spirits around him, and then complained impatiently: "Why is this place so annoying? It's you, Gu Yan. I won't even bother to ask for help from others..."
...What did you say just now? Your true body, right?"
He took out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it with the dots of will-o'-the-wisps in the air: "It is said that there is a connection between the body and the consciousness. When a consciousness is differentiated, the body should be able to feel it.
But it’s impossible for you to expect me to help you. The main body is too far away from here and is a bit out of reach. Even if I rush to your side immediately, it will probably be after tomorrow, so I can’t count on it.”
"Then can you contact your true body?"
"That's impossible. This place already belongs to another world. I don't have that ability."
While talking, the three of them also walked off the bridge. The moment Meng Daozhang stepped down, the Naihe Bridge that had just appeared began to fade again and gradually disappeared from sight.
Immediately afterwards, Duke Shen told me: "So be careful when you go out. If you have the opportunity, return home as soon as possible. I don't think you can deal with anyone who can set up this formation."
I nodded: "I understand, but the premise is that I can get out of the formation safely and get on the plane home alive. Hey, why are these devils on Tianxin Island so strong?"
"It's not that they are strong, it's that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is getting weaker and weaker, but these demon cultivators have not been affected, so they appear to be stronger."
We walked side by side, talking and walking forward.
However, this exchange made Daozhang Meng feel a little confused: "What are you talking about? Zhu Rongpu, are your abilities now not as good as before?"
"Yes, I'm a bit rubbish now, so Wuchen, if there is any danger later, you have to protect me."
"Why is this happening? Is it because Daoxing was scattered by the Nine Heavens Demon God's thunder?"
"Absolutely. Anyway, the most I can do now is protect myself. If you encounter danger, you'll be lucky."
I didn’t want to explain too much to an illusion, so I looked around in front of me. I felt nothing was wrong and then I felt relieved: “Then what happens after I leave the formation? What will happen to you?”
After asking this question, a solemn look suddenly appeared in Mr. Shen's eyes: "I don't know, I was condensed because of you. After you leave, I may disappear directly, or I may continue to stay in this formation.
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If it is the former, there is nothing to say, and it will be gone if it is gone. But if it is the latter, I will continue to activate the formation, explore its essence, and then find a way to send this information to the main body.
Anyway, in my opinion, the original power contained in this may be the opportunity for us to escape from this prison. As for whether we can grasp it, it depends on fate."
What he said made me feel a little heavy in my heart, but I still couldn't help teasing him: "Do you still believe in fate?"
"Of course, I believe in my own life."
Taoist Meng started to interject again: "What are you talking about? Are you talking about opportunities, cages, and formations? Why can't I understand a word of it?"
What I got was a sarcastic comment from Duke Shen: "You don't understand anything. With your elm-headed melon seeds, what else do you know besides the piano fairy named Lian'er?"
Meng Daochang's face turned a little green, and he stared at me with displeasure: "Why did you even tell him such a thing? Also, Lian'er and I are just..."
"Okay, okay, I understand. Lian'er is my apprentice. If you are really interested in her, just say so. How can I help you two?"
I didn’t want Daozhang Meng to continue inking, so I started to draw pictures for him: “If we have a chance to see Lian’er later, I will tell her your thoughts and let her consider whether to be with you and get married.
Is it over?
As the saying goes, a teacher's orders cannot be violated. Lian'er will definitely listen to what I say. Let's get to know each other. Even if this is a generous gift from me, you won't be polite to me, eh?"
I could clearly see that Daozhang Meng's face was a little red.
He hesitated and tried to defend himself: "What nonsense are you talking about? I have nothing against Lian'er..."
"No, right?"
I didn't give him a chance to finish his words, so I pretended not to care and snorted: "Since you don't appreciate it, forget it. It happened that Lian'er flirted with that boy Yin Wuxin a thousand years ago. If you are not interested in her, then I will let you go."
She married Yin Wuxin. Anyway, with Lian'er's conditions, she can't marry anyone, you're right?"
As soon as he heard what I said, Taoist Meng became even more anxious, and his face looked like a red butt.
The more I see the old Taoist priest doing this, the more interesting it becomes, but now is really not the time to tease him, so I casually said: "Okay, I know what you think. You have thoughts about Lian'er but are embarrassed to say it. You have spent eighteen hundred years."
He has always had this kind of virtue, otherwise he would not have been overtaken by Yin Wuxin back then.
Just wait, Wuchen, I will find you a partner when I get out. You are an old virgin who has been single for a thousand or two thousand years. As a friend, I have to find a way to make you happy, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, before Taoist Meng could continue his explanation, a melodious sound of the piano suddenly reached the ears of the three people.
Sure enough, Lian'er, who had been mentioned by three people for so long, finally showed up.
In fact, I did this on purpose, because it was a bit inconvenient for Daoist Meng to be around, so I wanted Lian'er to appear and let her divert Daoist Meng's attention.
But what I didn't expect was that Lian'er didn't come by herself.