After Benjamin finished cleaning up the garbage in front of the palace, the two prepared to return.

At this time, the sound of the door opening came from behind, and Qian Cang sped up his pace when he heard it to prevent him from bumping into him like he had just done.

If the other party asked some common sense questions about Wika Village, Qian Cangyi didn't know how to answer them at all.

Considering the unique names of "Yimi" and "Yisu", it is tantamount to a fantasy to guess correctly.

"You, stop!" A clear female voice sounded from behind her.

Qian Cangyi did not stop and continued to walk in the direction away from the palace.

"Can't you hear me? If you don't stand still, I'll teach you a lesson and let you kneel on the ground and lick the tips of my shoes! "The man standing at the gate of the palace was a little angry.

Benjamin moved a little closer, lowered his voice and said to Qian Cangyi:

"She's a confidant of the Prophet and knows how to do sorcery, so you better run!"

Qian Cangyi did not answer.

Running away now is tantamount to giving Benjamin a death sentence, and it will also reveal his identity, which is obviously not necessary.

Qian Cangyi chose to stop and see what the other party wanted to do.

At this time, the believers standing at the gate of the palace had already arrived, and Benjamin, although his face was anxious, could not do anything now.

The believer walked up behind Qian Cang and said:

"The Prophet has called you something."

"Don't worry, the Prophet won't blame you, and maybe he'll reward you."

"Follow me."

As soon as Qian Cang turned around and hid his face under the hood, he nodded and did not speak.

Since the other party didn't report himself, there was no need for him to say more.

The current situation is that more is more wrong, and less is wrong.

Qian Cangyi followed the believers towards the palace.

Benjamin's hand holding the trolley trembled slightly, and he was very worried.

As soon as Qian Cang climbed the steps, he first came to a corridor.

On both sides of the corridor are paintings of a strange style, as if all of them were made by Samuel.

One of them is the burning sea that Sander described earlier......

Qian Cangyi's gaze stayed in the burning sea a few more times, and his thoughts couldn't help but go back to the time when he participated in "The Treasure of the Burning Sea".

Alone, dying.

Now that we have a team and a group of teammates who can support each other, everything is getting better, and we even have a preliminary exposure to the essence of hell movies.

A little subtle change gradually accumulated, so that the past Qian Cang Yi has become today's Qian Cang Yi.

The believers in front pushed the door and entered the palace hall.

The delicate wooden doors are carved with delicate patterns, and countless twisted lines are intertwined and intertwined, as chaotic as this cinematic world.

Qian Cang blinked, retracted his thoughts, and stepped to follow.

The scene in the palace hall is very different from what Ichizumi Kankura wants.

It's not a song and a dance of warblers, and there's no unsightly picture as expected.

There is a concentric circle in the middle of the hall, and the part between the two circles is painted with many strange white symbols, some like symbols of mathematical calculations, some like oracle bone inscriptions.

Between each symbol is a thumb-thick red candle, at which point the red candle is burning.

In the center of the concentric circles, there are two round white cushions, on which a masked man sits away from the doorway.

The mask on the man's face is red and white, and the white mask has a red circle on the forehead, and from the bottom of the circle a thin red line extends from the bottom of the circle, and the thin line reaches the bridge of the nose and then separates, and stops at the corner of the mouth.

The eyes of the mask are exposed, and there are three small holes in the mouth to allow the wearer to speak better.

Although the man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, he could still be seen to be in a strong body, with a height of nearly two meters.

Even if he didn't say a word, the whole person still exuded an invisible pressure.

"Prophet, I was about to go looking for the cane Issu, but I saw him as soon as I left the palace, and I think it should meet your requirements." The believer who had just brought the money warehouse into the palace spoke to the prophet in front of him.

"Well, you go and rest." The Prophet nodded.

The believer bowed slightly, then turned to leave the palace.

At this time, the Prophet stretched out his right hand and put his fingers together, pointing to the cushion in front of him, and said:

"You may be seated."

Qian Cangyi licked his lips, then stepped his right foot, stepped over the candle, and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

Because of the bright light, the prophet in front of him could see his face even when he lowered his head.

"Close your eyes and stretch out your right hand." The prophet's tone was calm, not giving orders to the treasury, but more like a teacher teaching.

Qian Cangyi hesitated, but still did as the prophet asked.

He slowly closed his eyes, then extended his right hand.

The Prophet stretched out his left hand, grabbed the wrist of his right hand, flipped the palm of his hand so that the back of his hand was facing up, and then he gently pressed the thumb of his right hand on the back of his hand, and then spoke:

"It was a sincere conversation."

"There are no lies, right or wrong."

"May we all see the truth."

After saying these words, the Prophet withdrew his hand.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the Prophet's hands on his knees.

The Prophet looked into Qian Cang's questioning eyes and explained:

"I often have some doubts in my heart, so I will talk to others to find answers."

"I will not take anything you say during this time as offensive, you can say whatever you want, of course, only to the questions I ask."

"If you can answer my inner doubts, I will give you a satisfactory reward."

When the Prophet had finished speaking, he folded his hands and asked:

"Got it?"

The money warehouse is a little bit headed.

The Prophet closed his eyes, and only after two seconds did he reopen them, and at this time, his fierce gaze was fixed on Qian Cangyi, as if he wanted to see through Qian Cangyi's whole body.

Qian Cang looked back at the prophet with no fear in his expression.

The Prophet then spoke:

"How do we know that the world we live in is not a dream?"

"When I wake up from a dream, I always think of this unanswerable question?"

"If everything is a dream, then what's the point of everything I do?"

"Life or death, success or failure, it doesn't matter what."

"What would you do if you tried your best and found out that everything was just a dream?"

The prophet threw out many questions.

Qian Cangyi was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the prophet in front of him was still a philosopher.

"You're going to ...... How? The Prophet repeated the last question.

Qian Cangyi lowered his head and pondered, and after three seconds, he replied in a deep voice:

"I'll see where I am, and if my life isn't in danger, I'll close my eyes and continue dreaming."

"Of course, if I can't sleep, I will give up and start my own 'life'."

Qian Cangyi re-read "life".

The Prophet nodded slightly, and continued to ask:

"What if you woke up and found the whole world completely different from what you thought it would?"

"One...... The incomprehensible world. ”

"The whole world is made of madness, and you are sane like a small boat drifting in the crazy sea."

"Do you choose to give up your sanity and go crazy with the whole world, or do you choose to be the only one who is 'crazy'?"

The prophet's speech began to slow down and his tone became more cautious.

Qian Cangyi realized that this "heart-to-heart talk" could not be easily perfunctory. Fupin Chinese