Of course, An Qisheng entered the city not because of the big flower donkey's shouting, nor was it on a whim.

Instead, I glanced in the air and felt the unusual changes in the aura in this city.

Dream.

The people of this city and even the city itself do not exist in reality, but are just manifestations of dreams.

However, the divine will of the person who created this city is extremely strong, and everything created by his thoughts is almost true.

In this city, there is nothing false about people, animals, and dust from plants and trees.

For all people who have poor understanding, this is true.

Because the world of all flesh and blood is a cognitive world where all senses gather. Even Rabbit Ba and Yang Yan cannot see any flaws because of their crushing cognition.

But it is naturally impossible to hide it from him.

"oh?"

The old man in the hat raised his head slightly, and a slight rippling wave appeared in his dark and old eyes. He then shook his head: "The enlightenment of Tao in my dream is my Buddhist path. I dare not talk about the 'Tao' for this little trick of the little monk."

As he said that, the old man drank all the wine in the glass and showed it in an empty cup.

‘Achieve the Tao in a dream…’

Rabbit Ba was shocked.

The enlightenment in dreams is well-known in the world of practice.

According to legend, the method of attaining enlightenment in the dream is the legendary "Brahma Saint" to achieve enlightenment!

This old man in the hat is actually a monk from Sumeru Foshan?

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly. There were already ripples in it. The fragrance of the wine was so strong that he didn't hesitate and drank it all in one sip.

"It's indeed a good wine, but the monk is very happy."

His eyes were clear, and there was a huge and dazzling wheel of light flashing in it. The old monk's cultivation seemed to be much more intelligent than Na Qing's unrestrainedness.

The cultivation of mind and nature is particularly superior, the light is revealed, but the breath is not leaked.

It seems to be in front of you, but not in front of you.

Illusory and real.

Putting down the cup, An Qisheng nodded slightly: "However, I heard that there are precepts in Sumeru Foshan, and the great monk is breaking the precepts."

This city is illusory, and this wine is not true, but its color and taste are all of them. Even An Qisheng has to admit that the taste is excellent.

Their color, flavor and taste are all in line with reality, so that even An Qisheng, who sees through all this, can feel the taste of the wine.

"I, Buddha, are afraid of all kinds of ** but do not destroy human nature. Food and sex are the root of human beings. Even if I know it, I will not care."

The old man in the hat smiled faintly, but raised his hand to take off the hat: "Not to mention the old monk, he has never really drunk alcohol."

This is a slightly thin old monk. His face is like a dead tree and his wrinkles are deep, but his eyes are bright even though they are all vicissitudes.

It seemed to have the ability to penetrate the human heart. Rabbit only glanced at it and couldn't help but feel thrilled.

"well?"

Tuba Zheng was shocked and suspicious, and suddenly heard a scream from Cai Xiaobai in his arms: "It has disappeared, it has all disappeared!"

"What?"

Tuba was stunned, and then her pupils shrank.

I saw that the few guests on the fifth floor disappeared at some point!

And what disappeared together was the faint noise in my ears.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, and for a moment, only each other's voices remained between heaven and earth.

I couldn't help but feel chilled.

"Sect Master!"

At this time, Gong Yang Yan's scream came with the loud cry of the big flower donkey.

The little old man rode a donkey and crashed into the fifth floor, as if he was greatly frightened: "This city, there are ghosts in this city! I..."

The voice came to an abrupt end.

Gong Yang Yan's face froze. He broke into the window and landed in front of the old monk. His eyes swept away, and he felt as if he was struck by thunder. The dead body stood still and did not move.

Not just Gong Yang Yan?

The rabbit eight, Cai Xiaobai, and even the big flower donkeys that opened their mouths and spitted out all lost their voices for a while, as if they had become the people in the painting.

It looks extremely strange.

An Qisheng smiled, as if he didn't care about the condition of the people, nor did he argue with him. He moved his fingers while holding the wine glass and raised his glass:

"It's impolite to come but not come back, and the great monk also drinks me."

"Um?"

The old monk raised his long white eyebrows and his eyes drooped into the cup. He saw that the wine in the white jade-like cup was empty and solid, slowly rippling.

He was a little surprised.

This city is an external manifestation of the Pure Land in his heart. Although it is exactly the same as the outside world, it is actually two worlds.

Without permission, anyone who enters this city will lose their original cognition. Even if they are not much different from his cultivation level, they will never be able to use their magical powers in it.

This person is clearly...

Thinking in my heart, and raising my eyebrows again, the wrinkles on the old monk's face seemed to be stretched:

"I thought the fellow Taoist was just a strong body and a strong mind, but I didn't expect that the fellow Taoist was also a good player. The young monk made a small trick, but he was a laughing at him."

After saying that, the old monk didn't care whether there was any problem with the wine in the glass, so he drank it all in one go.

Drinking and falling into a glass, An Qisheng smiled faintly, his eyes were dark but no smile: "Although he looks immature, he is a laughing master but not a joke."

To outline a Void City with thoughts, it is naturally nothing for An Qisheng, but the city cast by the old monk is almost the same as the truth.

If this old monk leaves here, there is no need for any means. Under the nurturing of inspiration, this city can truly turn virtual into real.

Such supernatural powers were enough to make him face it.

pity......

“Ha~”

The old monk raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his eyes, folded his hands in front of his chest, recited the Buddha's name lightly, and said:

"The old monk Fan Wuyi, how dare you ask what you call a fellow Taoist, which one is from, where is the immortal mountain, what method was learned, and which ancestor he worshiped?"

"Fan Wuyi?!"

Before An Qisheng could speak, Gong Yang Yan, who had been standing stiff for a long time, was shocked and looked at the old monk in front of him, and his face was twitching violently:

"You, you are the Brahmadao, the master of Brahmadao, Fanwuyi?! You, are you still alive???"

Fan Wuyi!

Looking at the old monk in front of him, Gong Yang Yan's heart was filled with waves. This name was more than thunderous to him and even the practitioners of the Northwest Dao.

The Buddhist martial arts dominate the Northwest Dao for more than ten thousand years, but this ten thousand years is by no means the peak of Fan martial arts, and it is even a great decline!

The glory of Fanwu martial arts was even before the founding of the Great Zhou Kingdom, and it was a real exorcist sect!

According to legend, before the founding of the Great Zhou Kingdom, the world was dark and sentient beings were sinking. At that time, the wind and clouds were rising, and heroes emerged, competing for each other, competing for the "Xia Ding".

Among them, there is Taizu of the Great Zhou, known as the "Emperor's Son".

The Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty started in the underworld, held a dragon stick and beat three thousand military states across the south, and set up a foundation for the Great Zhou Dynasty for 30,000 years, with endless glory.

The Fanwu Dao is one of the twenty-eight ways to support the imperial court by Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At its most glorious time, it ruled the nineteen states of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and was able to be called under the imperial court and above the ten thousand sects!

And the Taoist lord at that time was Fan Wuyi!

This is an old antique that has experienced the change of imperial dynasties, overthrows Daxia, and competes for the heroes of the world!

"There is no one in Fan..."

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and Gong Yang Yan knew it, so he naturally wouldn't have no idea.

Even know more.

When the Fanwu Dao was at its peak, it was once known as the king of all sects and was only under the imperial court. However, this glory did not last long.

It disappeared with the disappearance of Fan Wuyi, who pushed Fan Wuyi to the top.

It was prosperous and declined. It once ruled the nineteen paths of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the kings of various sects. Now, even the paths of the border are almost impossible to save.

"Fanwu Dao..."

Fan Wuyi first said to himself, then sighed: "Thirty thousand years of changes in the world, does anyone still remember this name? He said that it will be the best forever, so it is true, haha..."

"You, are you really the master of Fanwuyi?"
To be continued...