Looking at the serious Ye Fan, Tang Sanzang felt that he must be crazy.

game?

Are the heavens and all worlds a game played by some people?

All the people in the heavens, all the worlds are just fictional characters in the game?

Nothing in reality?

Why does this feel so ridiculous?

Subconsciously touched his face, his head, and his real touch clearly told him that Tang Sanzang was definitely a real existence.

But when he thought of what Ye Fan said, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but think about it

The Buddha said that every thought is one world, and everything in the world in the thought is just arisen from a single thought.

If the existence in the world that arises in such thoughts knows that it only exists in one thought of others, and is born from one thought of others, and can it be destroyed by one thought of others?

Do they also feel that they are real?

"Master Master?"

"Um."

"What he said was fake, right?"

"It's true."

The three words made Tang Sanzang stunned there directly.

real?

Is Tang Sanzang just a character that has never really existed?

Is everything about his joy, his sorrow, and his allegations false?

Then what is he now?

What is his existence for?

What is the meaning of his existence?

Feeling the extremely unstable situation of Tang Sanzang's Dao Heart being impacted, Su Luo sighed secretly. It was because he was worried about this that he had never disclosed this to anyone.

Once the thought moves, it pulls its consciousness into the system space.

"Look at this painting."

Standing next to Tang Sanzang, Su Luo asked, pointing to a painting hanging on the wall.

Tang Sanzang looked up and looked at a painting on the wall.

"Dead things, no gods, no aggregates."

In front of me is a painting of ink paintings written by ordinary people.

There are mountains and rivers in the painting. Between the mountains and rivers, one person climbs up to look into the distance, as if he is staring and waiting.

But no matter how many landscapes, how gaze and wait, everything in the painting is frozen at the moment of the painting.

All stories and all possibilities are ultimately just a painting without any change.

Su Luo nodded, not commenting.

Hands gently brushed over the painting.

"What about now?"

"There is a spirit in the painting."

The landscape seems to have spirituality. The people in the painting seem to understand thinking, still still, still staring into the distance, but the people in the painting have already revealed some Taoist rhymes that can infect people's emotions.

It seems that through paintings, people can feel their mood.

Su Luo still nodded and gently brushed his hand over himself again.

“Look again.”

Tang Sanzang looked up and saw that the mountains in the painting were green, the water was gurgling, and the water was gurgling between the mountains and rivers. The people on the top of the mountain stared into the distance, with deep and distant eyes.

A scene reflected from his pupils, and in the scene, the group gradually drifted away

Tang Sanzang had a bit of spirit in his eyes, "I'm alive."

The painting in front of you seems to have turned into a world in painting. The people in the painting have their own stories and their own joys and sorrows.

The mountains and rivers in the painting have the charm of landscapes, and the seal carvings the mark of time.

Through the scenery in the painting beings, you can see the whole leopard as if you have a glimpse of it. What is revealed is a corner of the world in the painting, and what spreads in front of the world through this corner is the entire world in the painting.

Su Luo nodded with a smile, raised his finger and pointed it at the painting in front of him. The painting on the wall was shining brightly.

When the light dissipated, Su Luo pointed to the painting and said to Tang Sanzang, "Look at it now."

Looking along his master's finger, Tang Sanzang saw that the person in the painting was independent of the mountains and rivers, and his face seemed a little melancholy.

A kind of sadness spreads to the outside world in his own painting.

Tang Sanzang didn't understand what his master meant. He was about to ask a question, but saw that the person in the painting seemed to feel something. He withdrew his gaze and turned his head suddenly.

At that moment, Tang Sanzang seemed to feel the eyes of the person in the painting through the boundary between reality and illusion, and he completed a look with himself.

“He felt my presence.”

Su Luo nodded, raised his hand and pointed at the painting again. Under Tang Sanzang's eyes, the person in the painting seemed to have some insights.

Raise your foot and take a step forward.

Cross the boundaries between illusion and reality in one step.

The people in the painting stood in front of Tang Sanzang and Su Luo like this.

"Thank you for your grace to fulfill your grace."

He came from his paintings, but seemed to have his own life, his own memories, and his own innate character.

After standing still, I looked at Su Luo and Tang Sanzang. The person in the painting knelt down, full of gratitude.

Su Luo nodded and stroked his hand and helped the person in the painting up.

Turning his head and looking at his apprentice.

"Do you think he is different from you?"

Tang Sanzang looked at the person in the painting, opened his mouth several times, but didn't know how to answer.

"Master, I don't know that at this moment, he and his disciple seem to be essentially the same."

He felt that he understood what his master meant.

No matter whether he is a game or a dream, who cares whether he is a person in the painting or a sentient being in the mind.

Even if the person in the painting is on the day when he jumps out of the world in the painting, it is no different from the person who makes the painting.

Even if the heavens and all worlds are really just a game for others, when they break out of control and jump out of the cage.

They will naturally be equivalent to those people.

Su Luo smiled, but shook his head slightly, "No, different."

"Um?"

Just as he untied his heart, he heard his master's answer, and Tang Sanzang was stunned again.

"no the same?"

Su Luo nodded, "It's different."

Tang Sanzang showed doubts on his face. Su Luo looked at the person in the painting and pointed at Tang Sanzang and asked, "Are you afraid of him?"

The person in the painting hesitated for a moment and nodded weakly.

Su Luo looked at Tang Sanzang and asked again, "Then are you afraid of him?"

Tang Sanzang subconsciously shook his head, "Doctor wants to kill him but only think about it, why should he be afraid of him?"

Su Luo nodded, "So, even if he leaves the world in the painting, facing the person who created the world where he is, he cannot escape the fate that can be wiped out casually."

Tang Sanzang was stunned.

"so"

Su Luo smiled, "Can you enter the cycle of reincarnation?"

Tang Sanzang shook his head, "Master is joking. Although the disciples are ignorant, they also know that the Golden Immortal will not enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Su Luo nodded and asked again, "Can you be bound by heaven and earth?"

Tang Sanzang also shook his head, "Emperor of the Dao Hunyuan, immortality. You have been away for the years, and your disciples have a good relationship with Tiandao Luoli. Every now and then, I went to have a meal together. We also went to eat the King of Kings cough."

Tang Sanzang held his mouth in time, but saw a smile on his master's face.

"Bang!"
To be continued...