Chapter 872: Illusion Is True

In the underground palace, the bluestone path is winding and rugged, revealing a sense of desolation and dilapidation.

There is a broken sword beside the path, and the atmosphere is ancient and vicissitudes. Ouyang Ming flicked his fingers, and a stream of light flew out, and the broken sword turned into a plume of black smoke, which slowly drifted away.

Walking along the path, it didn't take long before a small terrace appeared in front of Ouyang Ming's eyes. The light below the terrace was flickering, and a simple restriction was placed.

Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, swept his sleeves, and countless gravel fell on the terrace.

At the moment when the gravel touched the terrace, a layer of black air visible to the naked eye flashed away. Green smoke came out and floated up into the sky, moving the whole body with one hair, and the visible place on the terrace was full of miasma.

As soon as he thought about it, he made a tactic with his right hand, and roared in his mouth: "Qi!" When the voice fell, a streamer the size of a palm flew out, and it grew in the wind. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an object like a turtle shell. The whole body is pitch black, and there are countless cumbersome and complicated lines on its back. It looks extremely vicissitudes, and it is the ancient dragon shield.

"Crack!" With a sound, the mist on the terrace splashed in all directions.

The light in Ouyang Ming's eyes flickered, he stepped forward, and rushed into the terrace after the ancient dragon shield.

But as soon as the body approached, a large amount of fog appeared in the sky above the terrace, spreading from the inside to the outside, and the spreading speed was extremely fast. Within the fog, there was a majestic resistance.

"Restriction!" Ouyang Ming knew it in his heart, changed direction and continued on his way.

But no matter which direction he came from, the fog suddenly appeared, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get over it, like a moat across the sky.

Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, and after taking a deep breath, he stepped a little bit, his left hand turned into a circle, and his right hand drew a square. When the two merged, like the evolution of sentient beings, countless afterimages appeared in front of him. He clicked again, and the speed of clapping his hands suddenly accelerated, increasing upwards with a special rhythm, no longer limited to real objects, but scribbling with his hands, whether it was square or round, curved or straight, all based on one thought.

The light in his eyes reached the extreme in an instant, "Pa...", there was a sudden and crisp sound from his waist.

Taking a step forward, the ancient dragon shield in front of him suddenly moved to his feet, and the phantoms in front of him quickly overlapped, like a Bodhisattva with angry eyes and low eyebrows, and at the same time, he turned his palms outwards in the air and rolled out.

Immediately, the afterimages are quickly connected and intertwined with each other, like a paoding undoing a cow like an antelope's horns, untying the restriction.

This method of lifting the ban was obtained by chance,

But this is also inseparable from Ouyang Ming's formation practice. Although formation and restriction belong to two different branches, they have the same effect. Moreover, this is only the simplest restriction, so Ou Yangming can easily break it.

Ouyang Ming didn't move forward in a hurry, but observed the cumbersome lines under the terrace. The lines were as black as ink, intersected with each other, and spread to every part of the terrace.

Ouyang Ming guarded the Lingtai, constantly deducing changes in the spiritual world, and at the same time compared with the formations he had learned.

The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. After a cup of tea, he exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and said with a light smile: "The array runes can form an array, but if they are combined in another way, they can become a prohibition. .But having said that, this method is too mysterious, and it is difficult to figure it out with my current formation cultivation."

After remembering all the rune lines on the terrace in his heart, he got up and walked forward.

Walking through the terrace, a stone door seemed to be forced into Ouyang Ming's eyes.

The stone gate is uneven, even full of sword marks, but most of the sword marks are covered by moss. Drops of crystal clear water rolled down from the top of the stone gate, along the sunken marks on the stone gate, and were absorbed by the moss. But the most bizarre thing is the couplets on both sides of the stone gate. Ou Yangming just glanced at it and felt his eyes dazzled.

A woman suddenly appeared in the spiritual world. She was wearing a red dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders. She was as black as ink swaying behind her, and her skin was as creamy as fat.

When she looked at things, her eyes seemed to be out of focus, and they were more delicate and brighter. I saw her jade hand raised, a soft brush was stained with ink, the tip of the soft brush seemed to have the power of ghosts and gods, one stroke was cursive script, one stroke could write numbers, the handwriting was strange, majestic, and easy to handle, just like the water of the Milky Way Hanging upside down at both ends of the stone gate, the shocking feeling brought by it is simply indescribable.

This font is not the graceful and graceful appearance of ordinary women, but it reveals majesty and righteousness.

"If you have evil thoughts in your heart, it's useless to let you burn incense. Keep your body upright, so what if you don't worship me?" Ouyang Ming muttered in his mouth, his eyes flashed, he pushed the door open, and in an instant, his eyes were blurred, Full of descriptions, a kind of unreal artistic conception ripples and unfolds.

When he regained his composure, the scene in front of him changed.

The room was antique and fragrant, the candles were dimly lit, and the sandalwood stove surrounded by the three of them was emitting green smoke.

He looked around, with a strange look in his eyes, and sighed in his heart, why am I here, I wasn't... Well, where was I before, I seem to have forgotten something important.

He frowned, completely forgetting even this thought.

At this moment, the door creaked softly, Wu Hanning with a cool demeanor and a charming face pushed the door lightly and entered.

"Yangming..." Wu Han looked at Ouyangming in a daze, a flush appeared on his charming face, and he unconsciously tugged at the hem of his clothes with his slender hands, wanting to refuse to return. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath breathed out orchids, and her virginity was fragrant, sultry and soul-stirring.

She said softly: "You must understand my feelings. I don't want anything, I just want to share the joys and sorrows with you." As soon as the words fell, she blushed, pure and gratifying.

Ouyang Mingzhi was full of complacency, and Wu Hanning was also bright and charming, and suddenly felt a little moved in his heart, and said softly: "This is not good, it is still daytime."

Wu Hanning lowered her head, showing shyness on her face, and exhaled: "What's wrong with this, monks are always going against the sky, not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth. Besides, since you broke into my sedan chair, I am yours." I'm dead." As soon as the voice fell, the beautiful eyes looked forward, stepped forward, pushed Ouyang Ming down on the bed, untied the ribbon on the hair, the long hair was fluttering, the corners of the mouth were raised, showing shame, the posture was beautiful, alluring . At the same time, exhaling lightly, blowing out the dim candle flame, the room became darker immediately.

Ouyang Ming opened his palm and lifted it away, only to feel a trembling touch.

Suddenly, with a low shout, Ni Yinghong pushed the door open and entered: "You... what are you doing?" Her eyes showed despair, as if her heart was broken, she glared at Ouyang Ming resentfully, and said with a bitter smile, "Husband, today, I will I ordered seven dishes, all of which you like to eat, and waited for you all day, but you...but you are doing these here, are you sorry for me?"

"No! It's not what you think!" Ouyang Ming blurted out, quickly pushed Wu Hanning away, and got up from the bed.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of his mouth twitched. This style of painting didn't seem right. Isn't this too bloody?

He looked at Ni Yinghong's slightly swollen lower abdomen, which revealed a majestic vitality, faintly, and the inspiration flashed away.

What's wrong, what's wrong... He kept interrogating himself.

This scene is so real that people can't get rid of it.

Suddenly, an old man appeared in front of him, holding a long sword in his hand, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He doesn't practice swords, he sorts out the loose soil every day, watches the stars fall, takes out a carving knife and carves some wood carvings, some people have birds and beasts, they are not vivid, they are only half alike, but he is meticulous. One day, he raised his sword and slashed out, all the wood carvings were shattered. The old man's eyes showed enlightenment, and he said with a smile, "So that's how it is..."

He was born in a princely family, and he was favored by thousands of people. When he was angry, he laid down millions of corpses, and his blood flowed like a river.

He stands on the city wall and flies a kite, the breeze is sultry, and the blue sky and white clouds are like the most beautiful scroll. He pulled the string, and the kite went higher. Suddenly, the dagger in his sleeve cut through the white string. The kite broke and disappeared in a few moments. He sighed again: "So that's how it is." !"

He stood at thirty and married a lovely wife, gentle and virtuous, virtuous and virtuous.

They work at sunrise every day and rest at sunset. Their lives are ordinary but they are extremely loving. They are old enough to have children. Their sons are filial, and they are always prudent in doing things. They have no worries in their hearts. Crane spots and wrinkles, the two cuddled each other, and walked slowly, their backs were stretched by the setting sun, he sighed leisurely, and said in a deep voice: "So that's how it is..."

This scene flashed before Ouyang Ming's eyes, and his eyes gradually revealed a clear color.

It turns out that this is the illusion, pointing directly at the guilt and regret of people's hearts. The more you can’t hold something, the more you want to hold it tightly, the more you long for it, the deeper you sink, the illusion is true, but the truth is not illusion, the true meaning of illusion is not illusion, but truth, guilt and regret .

Under the setting sun, Ouyang Ming glanced at his wife who had been with him all his life, and sighed leisurely: "I still have a lot to do, the burden on my shoulders is too heavy, how can I indulge in this beauty?"

The wrinkled old woman seemed to feel something, looked up at him, and said, "Are you leaving?"

"Well, let's go!" He replied softly without regret on his face.

As soon as the voice fell, the wrinkles on the face quickly dissipated, and a majestic vitality was transmitted from the dantian.

There was emotion on his face, and his voice was low: "If it's not broken now, when will it be?"

Before the words fell, the sky was torn apart from far to near, completely turning into nothingness.

Fame, wealth, lingering old age, and the safety of children and heirs are what people long for deep in their hearts, but the desire will only fill up and sink deeper and deeper. The so-called desire and dissatisfaction is just like this. Greed, hatred, ignorance, love and parting, resentment and hatred are all floating in front of your eyes. It turns out that it is true. Illusion is not illusion, and reality is illusion.

The light in his eyes was bright, and when he opened them again, the light in front of him was dim, and the stone door behind him was closed tightly.

And in front of him, there were six big formations billowing with mist, and a vicissitudes of life reverberated.

There are not many lines of runes in this formation, but it is extremely concise, and it seems that you will be completely lost in it at a glance.

As for the place farther away, there are nine stone ladders. The top of the stone ladders is filled with mist, so they can't see clearly.