Chapter 977 Painting the Wall (5)
Huang Chao and Fudong are fighting for the dominance of the world line in a small space. Whichever side wins, the development of the world will run according to the will of that side. Without such interference, Fudong would turn the three passers-by into his own personality defects and disappear in smoke. He fundamentally defined the void of the three people. No matter how the three people revealed their characters and existence before, the final outcome Covered, they all become immobile thoughts.
This kind of world evolution and causal rotation is not a one-way flow of time, and the definition of critical moments can affect the existence of the entire long river of time. Fudo establishes the illusion of the three at the end, and the three become illusion from beginning to end. But Huang Chao did not allow him to act recklessly, and also interfered with the development of the world with his own will.
In such a confrontation of karma and fate, luck is an important factor. The unmoving arrangement takes the lead, and the causal characters related to him are powerful. Aunt Peacock, the ruler of Wanhualin Wonderland, has always appeared with invincible strength, but in the end he was turned into nothingness by a few words. Immobility can harvest the most, and control various variables in the development of the plot, because the strength of the aunt can bring everything to an inevitable ending. Her existence made everything else unchangeable.
"You don't understand real luck." Huang Chao thought silently as he looked at the Dharma Body of King Ming shrouded in Buddha's light.
At this moment, Zhu Xiaolian was trembling because of the excitement in his heart, God bless him, he has returned to the beginning of everything. Everything in front of him was not an illusion. After he used his righteous energy to break away all illusions, the temple in front of him remained unchanged. The murals on the walls were so lovely that he felt a ray of warm sunlight shining on his heart.
"This time, I will definitely not leave any regrets!" Zhu Xiaolian didn't know how Daoist Ming Yang brought him back to the starting point of everything, but his determination to reverse his fate was extremely firm! His luck rose rapidly like a rocket, and at this moment, he had the protagonist of this thin world.
The softest part of his heart surged with countless warmth, and he swore secretly: "No matter who it is, it will never take you away from me again."
The two worlds are linked by a mysterious cause and effect. Zhu Xiaolian achieved a different kind of rebirth in this world. This process brought him a powerful luck: when he has regrets and wants to reverse his tragic development, the fate of this luck The burning is even more intense, almost affecting the cause and effect in the dark.
Those who are reborn must have extraordinary luck, this is the unspoken rule of the fantasy world! Even if the reborn person still has the IQ and personality defects of the previous life, he can get along well. There is no way this is "the world is the same in time and time". Zhu Xiaolian is definitely the best among the reborn. He was an elite Confucian scholar before, and now he has been specially trained by Huang Chao. He has mastered his awe-inspiring righteousness, and his spirit echoes with the light of civilization: he opened two golden fingers , Rebirth, there is great power behind it!
With Zhu Xiaolian's luck, Huang Chao immediately sensed it in the nine-day silver-white moon. At this time, the independent world of temples, murals, and mountain roads has taken shape. Zhu Xiaolian's potential influence makes Huang Chao's twisting of the roots of the world more powerful. Monk Fudo made a calculation in his mind, and was extremely surprised and at a loss: Those two scholars are just mortals, why can they occupy so much dominance in the world? ! It made him want to break his head, but he would never have guessed that what Huang Chao stuffed in was a "reborn" protagonist! Hey, a monk who doesn't shave his head is really disrespectful, Huang Chao thought maliciously when he saw his short hair.
Zhu Xiaolian weighed the knife in his hand, leaned it against the altar, and came to the mural behind the Buddha with a pilgrimage. When he saw a familiar location with an image of a girl he could not forget, his eyes couldn't help but turn red. Zhu Xiaolian took a deep breath and stabilized his mind. Before he could finish his breath, he saw a girl in white gauze appear shining beside the mural.
Above the nine heavens, the moon palace formed by Huang Chao's illusion continued to grow. Not only did the osmanthus trees grow taller and more lush, extending to a height of three hundred feet, but the elegant shadow of the moon palace appeared on the distant plain. But there is no Chang'e Jade Rabbit or Wu Gang here, only Taoists and monks fighting each other. The earth shining with silver light, showing desolate loneliness and chilling,
Even the floating dust turned into solid ground. After the girl appeared, Monk Fudo's expression fluctuated, his mood was unsteady, and he slashed across the sky with his sword and rope. The Buddha's light was fierce and dignified, but Huang Chao's five-color brilliance surrounded him.
"You dare to prevent me from becoming a Buddha, the poor monk will never die with you!" The drastic change in the situation made Ren Fudo really anxious.
Huang Chao's authority over the world suddenly expanded. It turned out that Zhu Xiaolian saw that Meng Longtan was in a frozen frame, so he didn't dare to waste time, and ran into the illusory portal on the wall by himself. As a result, he fell into the core fairyland of the world, and began to merge and evolve with the theme of the whole world, completely breaking the immobile layout.
Facing the immobility threat, Huang Chao responded easily: "Hehe."
Zhu Xiaolian stood in the dark cave, with golden fireflies flying above his head, casting some faint rays of light. The girl hid not far in front of him, lying behind the stone with a weak posture, which made people feel protective. Heart.
Zhu Xiaolian's face was extremely solemn, and his heart was full of fear. He finally knew what he had encountered. Huang Chao led people to travel through time, opening up and covering the cause and effect of the two worlds, and Zhu Xiaolian's world completely overlapped with the original world.
He walked in his own history, from one fantasy world to another, and the world of "painted walls" can be described by Meitu. During such a journey, Huang Chao's grasp of the derivative world reached a precise level. His spiritual vision, in a world full of spirituality, is a fundamental force of the world. He can directly understand a thing, a rule, and "understand" directly, without having to use other media to explain.
Fudo wants to become enlightened in the "painted wall" world, and Huang Chao also wants to use this special world to get a glimpse of the origin of the fantasy world. This is a straightforward battle between the two, and the inevitable result is endless death. The way they decide the outcome is not fighting face to face, but influencing and mastering the world.
This world is limited to a small area, the material world is extremely small, and the world in the painting wall is vast, but the degree of illusion is higher, and it can even be directly covered as a "illusion". But the power in it is real, and every layer of the world is real. Liaozhai Great World, Wall Painting World, and Painting World are all illusory in essence. Is there any essential difference?
Even Huang Chao's real world must be the real world? Even if Huang Chao is also the protagonist of a book, is the world of the author and readers of this book really realistic?
In the moon palace, Huang Chao, who was facing Fudong, suddenly showed a calm smile, which contained no strength, but made Fudong feel a creepy touch. "What are you laughing at?" asked the huge golden King Ming, and the sword in his hand didn't stop when he was asking, and continued to slash at the ubiquitous Huang Chao with a bright sword light.
"I think, after making this bowl of chicken soup, you and I should seize the moment."
In the passageway, traces of sweat appeared on Zhu Xiaolian's forehead: "Before, part of my essence was almost deprived!" This time he had a stronger power to suppress himself, and confronted the power of the illusion, so he realized that he was almost robbed Part of the essence is gone!