The mountain ghost blows out the lights

As the illusion collapsed, the surrounding voices gradually poured in.

Flowers and leaves swayed, birdsong and the sound of the wind were no longer separated by a layer of fog, and a hairball-like goblin poked his head out from behind the tree, as if to inquire whether the matter here was over.

The handsome monk stood with his eyes downcast, and there was neither anger nor compassion in his eyes.

In terms of image alone, the nightmare-eating tapir's performance is quite realistic, neither in tone nor in appearance, showing any flaws.

Even He Zigui, who is very familiar with his master, didn't realize that he was a fake at the beginning, and he really thought it was his master who traveled thousands of miles to find Taoyuan to see him.

This nightmare-eating tapir has done this kind of thing many times. It is well versed in this way, and understands how much you can do and how much you can make mistakes. Half illusion and half reality are the most attractive.

The dreams they construct seem to build new castles on top of people's original memories. The real memories are entangled with illusions, so that people in it can't tell which part is the illusion, so it is logical to pretend to be hunting targets familiar person.

They seduce them, amplify their emotions, make them work so hard to produce food for themselves, until they dry up and die, a thin layer of human skin around their bones, still unaware that they are in a dream.

As long as you fall into the dreamland woven by them, no matter what your identity is, it will be very difficult to escape.

It is not easy to find a suitable person who can be driven emotionally by him. People in the world only know a little about creatures like nightmares, and they don’t know that there are differences within their races. Although generally speaking, they all need ups and downs in dreams. However, their favorite feelings and hunting methods are also different.

The one who has her eyes on He Zigui and Xiao Taozhi likes the drama where relatives turn against each other and lovers become enemies.

The relationship between these two is too obscure and their identities are too complicated. When the nightmare eater sees He Zigui and Xiao Taozhi, he knows that this pair is his best prey.

Originally, it wanted He Zigui to kill the girl who made him fall in love, and then pulled him into the deepest part of the dream, making him experience this experience over and over again, despair over and over again, until he fell into madness, and finally was killed by himself. wear out.

It has read He Zigui's memory and seen Master Niankong in his memory, this is its illusion, it can transform itself to be the same as Master Niankong, and even learn moves and mana.

It has confidence in itself, actions, details, habits, manners, even if there are subtle omissions, He Zigui's memory and emotions are all chaotic, and even if he is too busy to take care of himself, it is impossible to find such trivial details.

Other people in Taoyuan don't know Master Niankong, and there is no risk of exposure.

It's a pity that it has calculated thousands of times, and every detail has been considered. No matter how it pretends to be, it is still not a human being.

People's hearts are changeable and complicated, and many things can only be seen on the surface.

The dream-eating tapir was as angry as silk, and his voice was hoarse, but he was still unwilling: "Niankong's temper is not good."

He Zigui nodded and said, "Yes."

The dream-eating tapir said again: "If he knows that you are with a peach blossom demon, he will be furious. First he will scold you, and then he will drag you to Taohualou to settle accounts with this peach blossom demon."

He Zifu still admitted: "You are right."

The more the dream-eating tapir thought about it, the more he felt that he was justified: "You are his most talented disciple, and you are a natural Buddha bone! I didn't tell you that you will become a Buddha for a hundred years. I didn't lie to you. He will never agree with you. Give up halfway, for love..."

He Zigui interrupted it calmly: "Wrong."

He has adjusted his breathing and expression. Although he is not wearing a robe, and there is a conspicuous cut in the clothes at the shoulders, his appearance cannot be described as neat and decent.

But he only glanced at it lightly, and made the dream-eating tapir forget what he wanted to say just now, and curled up quietly, not daring to make a sound.

——Isn’t He Zigui a monk?Shouldn't the six senses be clean and the four senses empty?Where did he come from so much deterrent power!

The nightmare-eating tapir was puzzled.

"You don't understand." He Zigui said softly, "Master doesn't want me to become a Buddha."

The wording of these words is inaccurate. It's not that Niankong doesn't want to, but that he has no opinion on this matter at all.It is true that he saved He Zifu, and it is true that he is a natural born Buddha bone with excellent talent, but in his way of practice, the most important word is "destiny". Human fate cannot be forced.

Only this one word, the nightmare eater will never understand.

Niankong has indeed taken Hezifu to practice so far, but he never said words like 'you must become a Buddha' and 'you must listen to me'.

"Becoming a Buddha is my own choice, and Master has not interfered."

Following the man's narration, the world regained its color and vitality, and Qingshan woke up again.

In fact, He Zigui had a very difficult time these days.

When the nightmare-eating tapir first came to Hezigui, it only cast a small-scale illusion on him, making everyone who saw him think that what he saw was Niankong, but at that time the real illusion was not there yet. Not fully spread.

Its magic power is limited. To support such a large illusion, it must be based on an opportunity. It must strike when one's target is stimulated and lost his mind, and two parties must be present at the same time to pull them all together. close to his own fantasy.

As for that opportunity...

The dream-eating tapir chose to tell Hezigui the truth directly, and before he could react, he took him to face the Taohualou full of monsters, and quickly tore up the truth that Xiaotaozhi tried so hard to hide. Open, with the girl's dripping heart, spread alive in front of He Zigui's eyes.

Sure enough, Hezigui was shocked and gave it a chance to sneak in.

From the moment Xiao Taozhi brought them upstairs, He Zigui and Xiao Taozhi were in a dream that was both real and illusory.

Most of it is real, and some of it is fantasy.

I don't know if it's because He Zigui's mind has been peaceful all his life, and when he suddenly experienced such a strong emotional fluctuation, he would react stronger than ordinary people. The ethereal Sanskrit sounds filled his head, on the one hand reminding him of his identity all the time, on the other hand it made him too late to think.

The strange emotions and the impact of the truth violently disturbed his mind, reason and emotion tore his spirit, and no one would let go, almost tearing Hezigui into two halves.

However, He Zigui was talented after all, and the Buddha bone saved a small part of his sanity, making him aware that the situation was wrong, and subconsciously concealed his abnormality.

That night, He Zigui exhausted all his strength to make himself look normal.He seemed unresponsive that day, and he seemed very indifferent, but there were actually reasons for it.

When he came back to his senses again... things had already become like this.

The nightmare-eating tapir's catalysis of feelings is silent and silent.

If you wish to dream, you can dream, it's just a dream, and in the end everything is empty.

He Zigui's emotions are chaotic, his hatred for monsters is like a spark in the ashes that has not yet been extinguished, and it will ignite along with the wind, burning his heart and lungs with pain, and thinking of Xiao Taozhi, he will be on fire ground pain.

The nightmare-eating tapir had expected this to happen, so it concluded that He Zigui had completely fallen into the trap.But it forgot that no matter how calm the monk in front of him is, no matter how calm his mind is, he is still a human being and has not had time to become a god or Buddha.

Human nature is inherently contradictory and complicated. The nightmare-eating tapir fanned the flames and at the same time aroused the love and hatred in his heart. Although the vigilance against monsters is deeply rooted, love is a stronger emotion that cannot be quenched.

After all, after practicing Zen for many years, He Zigui's mind is as clear as a mirror, and he sees that all five aggregates are empty.He seemed to have stripped off his rationality alone, watching the things wrapped under his skin in a mess with cold eyes, and then gradually peeled off the cocoons, completely understanding what he wanted.

She is a demon... so what about a demon?

To know and understand a person, you have to see it with your own eyes. Identity...identity doesn't mean anything.

He knew about this before, but he couldn't help but have some prejudice against the monster. Now that he was so excited by the nightmare, he became more thorough.

He realized in advance what might take a long time to comprehend.

——He Zigui's master, Master Niankong, is a more transparent eminent monk than him. He Zigui can understand things, and if he doesn't have Taoism, he will not understand.

The dream-eating tapir's wishful thinking became its biggest flaw.

It was about to die, lying on the ground, its limbs twitching slightly, still murmuring: "I don't understand."

Why?What went wrong?

He Zigui sighed slightly: "Do you still remember that I asked you a question?"

After Xiao Taozhi left yesterday, He Zigui opened his mouth for the first time, asking the nightmare eater if he still remembers the time when Niankong picked him up.

The nightmare-eating tapir had read all his memories, so of course he remembered, he opened his mouth in a standard manner, and recalled a few sentences following his words.

"You only saw that I chose to become a Buddha in the end, but you ignored that my master gave me another choice at the beginning." He Zifu said, "You never really understood him, nor did you understand me."

"Do you know that Master gave me two names back then?" He Zifu asked it.

The dream-eating tapir does not speak.

It knows, but from its point of view, there is no big difference between the two names, and there is no meaning for the child to choose.

It thought it was an unnecessary move by the old monk.

He Zigui is a natural Buddha bone, as long as he steps into this path, his future will be limitless. If Master Niankong really wanted him to practice with him, he should have taken him away at that time without saying anything.

There should be no other name for him.

Zigui, Zigui.

Thinking about it now, perhaps at that time, Master Niankong had foreseen the two paths that this child would take in the future.

Either become a Buddha, or be captured by all living beings.

No matter what He Zigui chose in the end, it was impossible for him to intervene arbitrarily, let alone force He Zigui to do something he didn't want to do.

He said, "Son, do you choose to go home with me, or become a Buddha?"

He Zifu chose to become a Buddha.

Since then, he has read many scriptures and classics, which kept him away from love. They all said that love breeds madness, love breeds anxiety, fear and jealousy. It sounds like love is really a bad thing.

But he may be stupid, he may be dull, he may not know good from bad, he has listened to the warning ten thousand times, and it is really his turn, but he still cannot achieve detachment.

The five aggregates are all empty... so what about emptiness?

If you are born in this world, you can't live as you want, but if you practice hard for 100 years and become a Buddha, can you transform from a living person with mortal eyes into something useful?

Why did Hezifu choose to become a Buddha between returning home and becoming a Buddha?

In fact, at that time he didn't know what a Buddha was, and he didn't know what a Buddha bone was. He was just a child and didn't understand the truth. The temptation of family was much stronger than the illusory 'Buddha'.

He just wants power, to be able to protect what he wants to protect.

Now he has something he wants to protect, but he has to give it up for strength. Isn't this the end of the matter?

This may be a fallacy, something that deviates from the true result, but He Zigui thought hard for a long time, but in the end he couldn't study it thoroughly, and he was desperate to the end.

There is no need to explain these things to the dream-eating tapir, so He Zigui didn't say anything, and finally chanted the Buddha's name, took off the Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist, and handed them to Yan Jinping, with an expression of no reluctance: "Meeting is fate, Son, or?"

Not for nothing, of course Yan Jinping accepted it, and said with a smile, "It's decided?"

"It's decided." He Zigui said.

He made a choice again.

He decided to admit it.