Chapter 105: The Guangyuan Bridge, the period when the monks got the idea
Illusion.
Folks also call it blindness.
It even gives people the illusion that illusions are fake and far less powerful than other spells.
But in fact, if illusion can be practiced to the extreme, its power will not be inferior to any other magic.
There are many ancient anecdotes recorded in the classics of the Shu Dao School. Those powerful soul masters and land gods can kill all the monsters and ghosts from all over the world with a simple magic trick.
Different techniques, of course, have different levels of difficulty in practice.
But which one is strong and which one is weak, in the final analysis, still depends on the person who uses the technique.
Whether it is illusion or other magic, the principle is the same.
In ancient times, some people even spent their whole lives specializing in only one skill, whether it was wall penetration or earth walking. After practicing it to the extreme, they could even kill or injure immortals.
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Zhou Yi carefully studied the notes about illusions in the secret book and nodded secretly.
The major principles in the world are actually pretty much the same.
Doing anything to the extreme is extraordinary... well, under most normal circumstances.
The reason why he became interested in illusions was because of the saying, "All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."
Many people misinterpret the Buddha's words and believe that everything in the world is an illusion created by the original mind and does not exist.
But in fact, the Buddhist words do not emphasize non-existence, but rather admonish practitioners to regard the existence of the world as non-existence, let alone not to be obsessed with existence.
Illusion is a technique that causes the person who performs the technique to have hallucinations without knowing it is an hallucination.
Illusions can be real or fake.
Whether it is true or false, whether it exists or not, all depends on the human mind.
Just like Cui Ying'er, under the control of the Yinmen elders, transformed the severed limbs of Lingnan soldiers into biluo naan cakes and gave them to the people of Pingsha Town.
After the people eat it, they only find it delicious and want to eat it more. As time goes by, they will gradually become bloodthirsty and cruel people.
Another example is the blue bird and the strong man that Zhou Yi encountered just now.
If his sword energy were not powerful enough to cut through with one sword, his soul would definitely be injured by the warrior.
But there is another way to solve it, which is to see through this illusion and get out of it.
And those who can see through all the illusions in the world are often masters of illusions themselves.
"You have a way of saying...are all appearances false?"
Zhou Yi murmured in a low voice, as if he had some realization.
He no longer clings to existence and truth and falsehood, only keeping his true heart.
The health-preserving power in his body also changed again.
Sometimes it is like sand in a river, sometimes it is like stars in the sky, flowing erratically between heaven and earth in the body, changing unpredictably.
…
"Holy... holy monk?"
Fang Ziqi's eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.
Although he couldn't see the waste, the secret book was floating in the air.
The changes in the text line by line are clearly visible.
He understood immediately, his body was shaking slightly with excitement, and his eyes were filled with ecstasy.
"Could it be...that this is the real secret hidden in it? Everything I have learned over the years is all fake? No wonder, I always feel that many of the formulas don't match up!"
Zhou Yi opened his eyes and glanced at the excited Fang Ziqi, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"Donor Fang wants it?"
Fang Ziqi nodded without thinking.
Over the years, all his hopes for a comeback have been pinned on this medicinal secret book.
Now that the clouds had finally cleared and the moon was bright, he was naturally extremely eager to practice the real technique.
"take it."
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, Mo Tou threw the pamphlet back to Fang Ziqi.
Fang Ziqi happily took it. Before he could say anything, he saw the monk whispering the Buddha's name and walking to the other side of the stone bridge.
For no reason, Fang Ziqi felt panic in his heart.
He shamelessly chased after Zhou Yi and said with a dry smile: "I wonder if the holy monk has any other advice about that opportunity?"
Zhou Yi did not stop.
"Donor Fang has been given the opportunity to do magic, but he is still not satisfied. It should be noted that if the human heart is not enough, the snake swallows the elephant, and the bamboo basket will draw water in vain."
While talking, Zhou Yi walked faster and faster.
Fang Ziqi called while trying hard to catch up.
He clearly felt that the snow-white monk's robe was floating in front of him, and he could reach it by raising his hand, but he couldn't grab it.
As the monk got further and further away, Fang Ziqi became more and more panicked.
The opportunity that he had already touched was also leaving him.
"Holy Monk! Wait for me! Holy Monk..."
I don’t know how long I chased him, but Fang Ziqi finally couldn’t run anymore.
He was sweating profusely and panting. He fell to his knees with a plop, looking at the snow-white monk's robe that had disappeared into the depths of the night, gasping for air, and his eyes gradually turned red.
"Damn it! Fang Ziqi, Fang Ziqi! Why are you so stupid! You are so incompetent that you pissed off the holy monk!"
Fang Ziqi clenched his fists with both hands and kept hitting the ground. His eyes were filled with annoyance and regret, and then he buried his head deeply between his knees.
He knew what he had missed in his momentary hesitation.
It is not only the favor of the holy monk, but also a rare opportunity in the world that can change your destiny.
Even the book of magic tricks that finally revealed its true form after so many years has become less fragrant.
"Holy Monk... I regret so much... If God gives me another chance, I am willing to use this book of secrets and my future in the art in exchange for the Holy Monk's looking back."
The night breeze cools the heart and spleen.
A gentle and pleasant voice sounded from beside me.
"Donor Fang, are you really willing?"
Fang Ziqi was startled, and suddenly raised his head, and saw the young monk leaning on the stone bridge railing, with a faint smile on his lips, calmly looking at the distant night scene of the world.
"ah!"
Only then did Fang Ziqi realize that he had been running for so long without even getting out of the stone bridge.
Suddenly, the secret booklet flew out of his hand, the pages flipped, and appeared in front of Zhou Yi.
"You said you were willing to use it in exchange. For Xiao Monk, just being able to say nice words is of no use."
Zhou Yi faced the booklet and blew out a breath.
The health-preserving power in the body has long been transformed into the power of martial arts.
The breath he exhaled turned into a flame filled with green light in the middle, wrapping the secret book.
Wow!
The vellum secret book was set on fire.
The fire became more and more intense and turned into a raging fire in a blink of an eye.
The vellum booklet was also burned to ashes in the fire.
With the night wind, it floated down the river.
Fang Ziqi's face changed. At first, he felt his heart suddenly tightening, and countless thoughts and expectations disappeared with the fire.
Gradually, his heart calmed down.
His face returned to normal, his mind was calm, and he bowed deeply to Zhou Yi.
"In front of the holy monk, I will not tell lies. I am willing to abandon my art and only ask the holy monk to give me the opportunity."
Zhou Yi looked at Fang Ziqi for a while, then nodded slightly.
"Such a state of mind is quite reluctant. However, it is far from enough to get that opportunity. Young man, keep working hard."
Fang Ziqi leaned down and bowed even lower: "Please give me some advice from the holy monk."
Zhou Yi thought for a while: "Let's do this, I will give you eight more characters, but you must do these eight characters to the extreme.
That is, don’t be surprised by favors and humiliations, and don’t be surprised by surprises.”
"Don't be surprised by favor or humiliation, don't be surprised by surprise..."
Fang Ziqi murmured in a low voice, lost in thought.
When he came back to regain his senses, the young monk by the bridge had disappeared.
Snapped!
There was a soft sound behind me.
The secret book on leather fell from the sky, intact, with no trace of burning.
It turns out that both the endless stone bridge and the burned secret books are just illusions.
Fang Ziqi looked at this scene calmly, feeling the slight wave in his heart, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.