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After Benjamin cleaned up the garbage in front of the palace, the two were ready to return.

At this time, there was a sound of opening the door from behind, and Qiancang speeded up as soon as he heard it, so as to prevent the collision as before.

If the other party asks some common-sense questions about Wika Village, Qian Cangyi doesn't know how to answer.

Taking into account the unique titles of "Yimi" and "Yisu", trying to guess it is tantamount to a fantasy.

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

Qiancangyi didn't stop, and continued to walk away from the palace.

"Can't you hear me? Don't stand still, I will teach you a lesson, let you kneel on the ground and lick the toe of my shoe!" The person standing at the gate of the palace was a little angry.

Benjamin got closer, lowered his voice and said to Qian Cangyi:

"She is a confidant of the Prophet and knows sorcery. You should run!"

Qiancangyi did not answer.

Running away now is tantamount to condemning Benjamin to death, and he will also reveal his identity, which is obviously unnecessary.

Qiancang 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 walked. Although Benjamin looked anxious, he couldn't do anything now.

This believer walked behind Qiancang and said:

"The Prophet told you something."

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

"follow me."

As soon as Qiancang turned around, hiding his face under his hood, he nodded and said nothing.

Since the other party did not report by himself, he didn't need to say more.

The current situation is that more words are more wrong, less words are less wrong.

Qiancangyi followed the believers to the palace.

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

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

There are strange paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, as if all were by Samuel.

One of them is the Burning Sea that Sander described before...

Qian Cangyi's gaze stayed a few more times in Fenhai, and his thoughts couldn't help returning to the time when he participated in "The Treasure of Fenhai".

Alone, struggling to death.

Now that there is a team and a group of teammates who can support each other, everything is improving, and even the essence of **** movies has been initially exposed.

A little bit of subtle changes gradually accumulate, making the former Qiancang No. 1 now the Qiancang No. 1 of today.

The believer in front pushed in and walked into the palace hall.

The exquisite wooden doors are carved with detailed patterns, and countless twisted lines are entangled and intersected, as chaotic as this movie world.

Qiancang blinked, withdrew his thoughts, and kept pace.

The scene in the palace hall is very different from what Qiancang thought.

This is not the Yinggeyan Dance, and there is no unintelligible picture as expected.

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

Between each symbol is a red candle with the thickness of a thumb. At this time, the red candle is burning.

At the center of the concentric circles, there are two round white cushions, and a man wearing a mask sits on the cushion far from the door.

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

The eyes of the mask are exposed, and there are three more obvious small holes in the mouth, so that the person wearing the mask can speak better.

Although the man sits cross-legged on the ground, he can still be seen that he is sturdy and nearly two meters tall.

Even without saying a word, the whole person still exudes an invisible pressure.

"Prophet, I am going to find Yisu the Cane, but I saw him as soon as I left the palace. I think it should meet your requirements." The believer who brought the Qiancang into the palace just now said to the prophet in front of him.

"Well, you go to rest." The prophet nodded.

The believer bowed slightly, then turned and left the palace.

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

"Please sit down."

Qiancang licked his lower lip, then took his right foot, stepped over the candlelight, and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

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

"Close your eyes and stretch out your right hand." The prophet's tone was calm, not just giving an order to Qiancang, but more like a teacher teaching.

Qiancang hesitated, and proceeded according to the prophet's request.

He slowly closed his eyes, then stretched out his right hand.

The Prophet stretched out his left hand, grabbed Qiancangyi’s right wrist, and turned the palm of Qiancangyi over so that the back of his hand was facing upwards. Then he gently pressed the thumb of his right hand on the back of Qiancangyi’s hand and said:

"This is a sincere conversation."

"There are no lies, right or wrong."

"May we all see the truth."

After the prophet said these words, he withdrew his hand.

Qiancang opened his eyes and saw the Prophet's hands resting on his knees.

The prophet looked at Qiancang's questioning eyes and explained:

"I often have some doubts in my heart, so I will seek answers by talking to others."

"Anything you say during this period will not be regarded as offensive. You can speak freely. Of course, only the questions I raise."

"If you can answer my inner doubts, I will reward you with satisfaction."

After speaking, the prophet folded his hands together and asked:

"understand?"

Qiancang nodded a little.

The Prophet closed his eyes and opened them again two seconds later. At this time, his piercing eyes were fixed on Qian Cang Yi, as if he wanted to see Qian Cang through his whole body.

Qiancang looked at the prophet once, and there was no fear in his expression.

The Prophet said at this moment:

"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 is the meaning of everything I do?"

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

"If you tried your best and found that everything was just a dream, what would you do?"

The Prophet raised many questions in a row.

Qiancang was a little surprised, but he didn't expect the prophet in front of him to be a philosopher.

"How would you... do it?" The Prophet repeated the last question.

Qiancang lowered his head in thought, and three seconds later, he replied in a deep voice:

"I will see where I am~www.wuxiaspot.com~If my life is not in danger, I will close my eyes and continue to dream."

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

Qiancangyi will reread "Life".

The prophet nodded slightly and continued to ask:

"What if you wake up and find that the whole world is completely different from what you imagined?"

"A...unintelligible world."

"The whole world is made up of madness, and you who are sensible are 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 ‘crazy’ person?"

The Prophet's speech rate began to slow down, and his tone became more cautious.

Qiancang realized that this "heart-to-heart talk" could not be easily perfunctory.