A smile appeared on Mu Fusheng's face, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
"The Thousand Years of Dreams, an ancient Buddhist high-level magic method. Only by killing the person who performs the magic in the dream can you escape from the dream." Mu Fusheng paused for a moment and then said, "As a magician, if you are like the Bodhisattva Ming, then you can escape from the dream."
Anyone who dares to appear in front of me so openly is convinced that I am unable to kill you, so I will be trapped in this dream."
Ruoming suddenly laughed strangely and said: "I really didn't expect that there is another way to break this spell, that is, the person who performs the spell commits suicide, and the dream will be broken."
But the premise of this trick is that the person being performed the technique must realize that he is in a dream, which is something that few people can discover.
Because the caster of the Thousand-Year Dream must be quite familiar with the person being cast, in order to weave a dream based on the personal experience of the person being cast and guided by spiritual consciousness, which can be said to be more real than an illusion.
"However, Buddha, please think carefully. All the senses in this dream are real. If you choose self-annihilation, you will truly experience the pain of suicide." Ruoming stroked his beard and said as if watching a good show, "But
, maybe you can ask me to help you solve this technique."
If he could see the Buddha who was reincarnated by the Master and knelt down under him to beg for mercy, even if the goal was not achieved this time, it would be extremely satisfying for Ruoming.
It is much harder to endure the pain of a broken body, a severed liver and intestines, and watch yourself die than to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Sure enough, before the last Indian pose, Mu Fusheng stopped and looked up at Ruoming.
Ruoming thought at first that Mu Fusheng was about to beg for mercy, but soon he was so shocked by the look that he couldn't move.
Mu Fusheng said coldly every word: "It would be better to have broken jade than to have it intact."
After finishing speaking, he crossed his hands and completed the last seal.
Suddenly, Mu Fusheng felt that his spiritual roots were broken into several sections in an instant, and then shattered into pieces under a strong momentum.
Compared with this, the breakage of skin and bones is no longer painful.
Ruoming looked at Mu Fusheng, who was bleeding from all his orifices and lying on the ground unable to move, and suddenly burst into a burst of crazy laughter:
"Hahahaha, Buddha, you are so good. Remember, I can pull you into a dream once, and I can pull you countless times. I hope you can escape through self-annihilation every time!"
The Buddha was the reincarnation of Ruoming's master, Immortal Buddha, and his spiritual consciousness came from the same lineage. Ruoming knew this very well. In this way, it was easy for him to cast the great dream on Mu Fusheng for thousands of years.
Although it cannot cause real harm to Mu Fusheng, it is good to let him experience the joy of suicide every time.
At this point, the Millennium Dream's spell has been completely cracked, and Ruoming is forced out of the dream.
He stood on the top of Tianshan Mountain, clasped his hands, and said Shi Shiran: "In that case, Mu Fusheng, don't blame me for being rude."
Mu Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes on the bed in the inn. His whole body was stiff with pain, and every inch of his skin was shattering.
Dudu is very conscious.
He stiffened his neck and turned his head little by little to see that Yu Tanhua was sleeping soundly in his arms.
Mu Fusheng gave an almost broken smile. Fortunately, the senior was intact.
Youtanhua seemed to feel something in his sleep, and he closed his eyes and touched Mu Fusheng randomly.
Mu Fusheng's face almost turned green in pain, but the look he looked at You Tan Hua was so gentle that he almost cried out.
Youtanhua hesitated and said: "Well... little monk... why are you so sweaty... are you hot?"
Mu Fusheng opened his mouth, but the pain made his throat tighten: "..."
"It's not hot... I'll give you some of Lou Ying's Ten Thousand Years of Ice," You Tanhua still couldn't bear to open his sleepy eyes. He touched the cold air with his five fingers and burrowed into Mu Fusheng's robe.
The cold sweat on Mu Fusheng's body instantly turned to ice, and his body, which seemed to have been soaked in magma, instantly fell into the icy water again.
He closed his eyes and thought to himself: "Senior is really a witch."
However, after You Tan Hua's torment, his stiff body finally regained consciousness by accident.
The moment he could move his limbs, Mu Fusheng couldn't wait to hug Youtanhua tightly into his arms.