I heard that in my next life I will be the World Destroyer

Chapter 33 You Have Been Deceived!

Lin Bujia could see it clearly just now, the surrounding mountains are almost all stones, not even a single tree.

Without the villager's bamboo raft, he couldn't even make another one!

With the means he has now, it is not enough to support him to cross the vast lake.

In other words, he probably won't be able to go back...

Lin Bujia wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only look at the only other living person at the moment.

Thinking of the truthful question just now, he replied in frustration: "Yes, I mean that evil beast."

The word evil animal gritted his teeth.

Zhenxing stroked his snow-white long beard, and looked up and down at Lin Bujia with a smile.

"The 'immortal' mentioned by the benefactor should be the poor monk."

"However, the poor monk is not an 'immortal', but just a person who seeks immortality."

Sure enough, he is a senior immortal cultivator!
Lin Bujia suddenly ignited hope again. Since he is a senior who has lived here for an unknown number of years, there must be a way to go to the other side from here, right?

He hurriedly saluted and asked, "Senior, do you know how to get back to Huanxi Village from here?"

"You also saw... my bamboo raft was swept away by that evil beast just now."

Lin Bujia couldn't help thinking in his heart, it turns out that the bamboo raft has to be added, so the evil dragon won't do it?

If there are only bamboo rafts, or only people, it will immediately make waves...

Lin Bujia recalled what the woman said, and felt more and more unlucky.

If I knew it earlier, I would have carried the bamboo raft ashore!

Zhen Xing smiled and said: "Don't need to worry too much, the benefactor, this evil animal has been greatly reduced since I tamed it back then, and has not done anything harmful to the world."

"It's just that occasionally I get a little playful, and I will take away some things on the shore to play around, and I will return them soon."

Lin Bujia was taken aback for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief.

It’s good to be back, it’s good to be back!
He smiled and asked, "Then how long will it... finish playing?"

Really smile without saying a word.

Lin Bujia's smile froze for a moment: "Uh, it must be soon?"

Zhenxing looked into the distance and sighed: "I remember... this seems to be the No. 17 bamboo raft that this evil animal swept away."

Lin Bujiao's smile disappeared completely: "So these bamboo rafts, are they back?"

Zhenxing shook his head, smiled and said, "No."

Lin Bujia: "..."

Wouldn't it be repaid at all? !

What is the concept of "soon" in your eyes? !
Thinking of this, Lin Buhua was suddenly taken aback, and looked suspiciously at the old monk in front of him.

Could it be... the concept of time in the eyes of this senior is really different, right?

"Senior, how many years have you been in this painting?"

"Well, it's too many to count."

Zhenxing thought for a while: "Hehe, what's the matter, it must be 800 years?"

Lin Bujiao opened his eyes wide.

Hiss... 800 years? !

Is this senior's lifespan really reached this point, or is it because of the different flow of time in the painting?

But even if there is five times the awareness, it will be close to the outside world for 200 years!
Forming pills prolongs life by 100 years, and conceiving infants prolongs life by 300 years. If this adds up, it is only 400 years!
If what this senior said is true, at least he has a golden core cultivation base...

Lin Bujia's impression of Jin Dan is that in Changchun Gate, only Jin Dan Qi can hold the position of elder.

And the current head, Xie Yushan, is at the eighth level of Jindan.

The authenticity in front of him was actually on the same level as the head of the sect, but it really made Lin Bujiao's heart tremble.

In addition, the other party did not respond to the "painting" that Lin Bujia said, and even had a tacit attitude.

That means that the other party really came in from the real world outside the picture.

Lin Bujia couldn't help asking: "Senior, haven't you thought about going out?"

Zhenxing took a look at him, shook his head and said with a smile: "That's not okay, if I leave, no one will keep the things in this painting."

Is that the Jiaolong?
Lin Bujia couldn't help but be in awe. It seems that the reason why the illusion of skeletons did not become the evil thing in Miss Ming's mouth was because of this senior.

Sacrificing one's own freedom to suppress evil dragons here is really a noble demeanor.

"What about you, what are you doing in this painting?"

Truth suddenly asked.

Lin Bujia was taken aback, and honestly told the process of how he came in and how he was entrusted by the woman.

Zhen Xing looked at Huanxi Village on the other side from a distance, with a smile in his eyes: "So that's how it is..."

Zhenxing slowly walked to the side, and lifted an oil lamp that was placed on the ground.

Only then did Lin Bujia realize that the little flame he had seen before was not a bonfire, but this oil lamp.

Half of Zhenxing's face was flushed by the light, and the scar on his face looked even more terrifying. He whispered to Lin Bujia, "Stupid! You were deceived by them!"

Lin Bujia was taken aback.

But I heard Zhenxing say: "The villagers in Huanxi Village are all the true spirits in this painting."

"The so-called 'Jiezhen study, ten thousand forests', this study refers to the four treasures of the study, the four things of pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"And the brush, ink, paper and inkstone are the true spirit of painting?"

"The so-called town house talisman, the town is actually the real spirit in the painting, so it is sealed on the entire scroll."

"If you destroy the talisman now, if they want to, they can leave the scroll and rush out of this world immediately!"

The old monk's voice was stern, he calmed down Lin Bujia for a while, and panicked in his heart.

Lin Bujia hurriedly said: "Then what should we do now? If they rush out, what will happen?"

With a straight face, Zhenxing said in a low voice: "For them, the world they have lived in for a lifetime is the reality."

"Those flowers, one tree, one grass and one tree, although they only make up this small village."

"But in their eyes, it's definitely real, isn't it?"

Lin Bujia nodded involuntarily.

Zhen Xing said again: "Then if one day, they walk out of this village, only to find that everything here is fake! It was drawn by someone!"

The old monk said quietly: "What do you think they will think?"

Lin Bujia was startled suddenly.

If someone told him that the world he has seen since he was a child is all fake, then he would definitely go crazy.

From themselves to others, if these villagers know that they are only people in the painting, they will definitely not be able to accept it...

"A change in the soul is called a demon."

Zhen Xing said: "If you don't come back for a long time, the woman will come looking for someone, and accidentally walk out of the painting."

He looked at Lin Bujia: "Then, the demon was born."

Lin Bujiao listened in a daze, and thought to himself, could it be that the phantom picture of the skeleton that Miss Ming mentioned actually came from this way?
He was startled and frightened: "Senior, what should we do now...?"

"For the present plan, the only way is to let you go back quickly."

"I have a mystic art of relying on the void, which can travel thousands of miles in a day."

"As long as you learn it, this Suolongtan can be crossed in the blink of an eye, so naturally it's not a problem."

Zhenxing suddenly sighed: "Oh, I couldn't leave this place originally, so I wanted to wait for someone who is destined to inherit my mantle."

"At this point, for the sake of expediency, I can only teach you this unique secret technique."

"Never mind, whatever..."

The old monk shook his head, feeling very sorry.

Seeing that the other party had such an oolong, he had no choice but to show his unique mantle and stunts to himself.

Lin Bujia felt extremely guilty in his heart.

If he said this, wouldn't he be taking advantage of others' danger for nothing?
Seeing his appearance, Zhen Xing walked around him with a lamp, and suddenly said: "How about this, you might as well learn the rest of my techniques as well."

The old monk stood behind Lin Bujia, his smiling eyes seemed to be burning with scarlet flames.

Although the lights were bright, there was no shadow behind him.

(End of this chapter)