Lan Mu, a golden retriever mouse, hid in a garden with a brush and a bronze mirror in his mouth, eating the abundant fruit while studying the two containments.
Three days passed, and their characteristics were basically figured out.
"They should all be containment objects with hidden dangers."
The first is the bronze mirror, which has a very simple function, has the ability to read minds, and can open the perspective of God and monitor all human beings within a radius of 100 kilometers.
There are only human beings, and any other non-human beings will not be displayed on it, including Lan Mu, whose human soul is the body of a mouse.
This characteristic is nothing, the monitoring ability and Lan Mu's spiritual power scanning coincide, but the scope is larger.
But being able to show what the target is doing at the moment is something that Lan Mu can't do.
"It's a pity, it's still a bit of a chicken rib.
It actually appeared in the form of A, and the names had to be found one by one, which was too troublesome. ” Lan Mu didn't find a search function, the only thing that was more convenient was that it could show people nearby.
And Lan Mu sensed that the bronze mirror body was a containment object, and it had some kind of side effect.
It seems that it will cause some kind of damage to brain cells, and if you use it too much, it will probably lead to a catastrophe "All the names that appear in the bronze mirror will become more and more dull and clumsy as the number of times they are viewed, and eventually they may become idiots."
Lan Mu used his mental power to scan the monitored person, and crystal particles will appear in the brain cells, and if there are more such particles, it will definitely cause damage to the human brain.
"It's no wonder that containment can't be abused, and CANC has suffered this loss, having misused containment and resulting in the flu that killed 70 million people."
"This containment object is used for a long time in a metropolis if someone is in use.
I'm afraid it will cause millions of people to become idiots on a large scale."
Lan Mu imagined for a moment, and all the people in Los Angeles became idiots.
That's sour "I'll take care of this thing."
As for the other containment brush, it is much more useful than a bronze mirror.
But at the same time, the side effects are also significant.
Its main characteristic is that it has the ability to ignite, and it can make dead things move.
For example, a stone statue only needs a finishing touch to make it move freely, becoming a puppet gargoyle and waiting for the orders of the brush holder.
In addition, it can also embody the life of painting, but this ability needs a carrier, and the better the carrier.
The closer the nature of the drawn creature is to the prototype.
The lotus root girls were painted, but they were actually lifeless, and they were just puppets.
The real life of Shambhala because of painting is actually the animals such as cattle, sheep, horses, dogs, and Shambhala people.
"Creating new humans on corpses is not much different from cloning" The lotus root is embodied, just a puppet.
The embodiment of the corpse is a living person, because this kind of living person can not be manipulated by the magic pen, and can even learn and think.
Of course, Lan Mu can't actually confirm it.
These Shambhalians are not real people, and their archetypal bodies are probably long dead, and even the original Dharma King must have died a long time ago.
They are all themselves embodied by the power of the magic pen.
"Nirvana" Lan Mu suddenly thought that there are often legends of living Buddhas attaining nirvana in Tibet, and Shambhala's Dharma King and Living Buddha are so revered.
I'm afraid this is the power of nirvana that is the biggest reason Legend has it that Shambhala can make people immortal, and another self is born on the corpse to live in place of the dead self, isn't this an alternative kind of eternal life?
"Huh.
This is also worthy of eternal life," Lan Mu quickly disdained this resurrection.
"It was manifested by the magic pen to take what the soul does not have.
How can it be considered a resurrection?"
The whole Shambhala seems to be lying to itself.
The person who lives with his own identity is no longer the original self, it is just a special puppet with the same appearance.
"It's just a puppet making a pen, and there is an essential gap between it and the energy of real life recovery."
"The life ball did not react at all, which means that the power of the magic pen has nothing to do with the life ball.
The power of the transformation of the life ball is the power that truly controls life. ” With the idea of principle, Lan Mu speculated about the side effects of the magic pen and thought of a hidden danger.
That is, after the bearer dies, the puppet does not change back, but retains its mobility.
This shows that the real control of the puppet is the magic pen, and the wielder is just giving a general order.
In this way, isn't there a hidden danger of turning the magic pen into a backlash "Oh, why do you want to do so much, I use it less, or even don't use it."
Lan Mu was afraid that if he went down again, he wouldn't even dare to use Best Metal.
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Although it is unknown why Canc determined that Best Metal is a truly harmless containment, Lan Mu genuinely likes this containment object, and even intends to use it as his real weapon.
It has to be said that if all containment items are in danger, using them too many times is equivalent to a hatred point accumulating, and one day a disaster will erupt.
Then Best metal can never prove that it is necessarily safe and harmless.
Perhaps, it's just a matter of time.
In the past three days, because of the death of His Holiness, Fang Moqi and others gathered all the outsiders together, and even began to lobby the Shambhala locals.
They still don't know that the Shambhala people are half-life, half-puppets, and they want to mobilize these pseudo-lifeforms to establish a new order.
Lan Mu knew about this, and couldn't help but laugh secretly.
Shambhala's order is the order of machines, which can be said to be utopian order.
To live is the only thought of all people, and to live forever in the happy and empty paradise is the goal of Shambhala people's life.
All have the same capital, all have the same happiness, and all have the same treatment.
Clothes come to stretch out, food comes to open your mouth, and you can live carefree after doing the little production work every day.
They don't have a higher goal anymore, to live until they die, and then let His Holiness, or that living Buddha, who doesn't exist, give them nirvana and a new life.
It's a boring cycle.
Alive, dead, nirvana, reborn, alive, dead Perhaps the first generation of Shambhala people is the real happiness.
They may have nothing, but in this paradise.
A real struggle was made, cities were built, palaces were built, pastoral hometowns were built.
In order to build a beautiful heavenly wonderland, they gave their lives.
But when they died, they enjoyed the wonderland in their place, and it was a puppet pseudo-life that existed in their name.
Under the control of the magic pen, the Dharma King should live in ignorance according to the established rules of work and rest.
Follow a boring order.
Numbly exists.
Lan Mu stared at the Divine Pen and thought to himself: "This should also be the horror of the Divine Brush, under the temptation of its so-called Nirvana, it has turned a beautiful Gensokyo into an empty and cold puppet country. ” In the space of three days, Shambhala had broken the tranquility of the past, and the numb life of ordinary life was suddenly thrown into chaos, and the whole town fell into disorderly chaos.
Because, the king of the law is dead When Fang Moqi and others informed the Shambhala people of the death of the Dharma King, they had to come to the confusion and confusion of the Shambhala people.
They stormed the palace.
After looking at the body of the Dharma King who had been dead for a long time, he found that the so-called Living Buddha's secret room was empty.
These poor puppets have lost the last hope of life.
There is no nirvana, no new birth.
There is no future either.
For the first time, they felt the anger for the first time.
What will happen to people who have lost their only purpose?
The Shambhala people angrily targeted Fang Moqi and the others.
Start yelling at them and shouting at them.
Lan Mu looked at the magic pen and said secretly: "You are really poisonous."
"You can't be secretly provoking, is it?"
He didn't know if the magic pen would secretly affect the people who were embodied by it.
I can only wait in silence.
Anyway, although there are many people in Shambhala, Fang Moqi and them are not so easy to hang up.
Lan Mu waited until he turned back into a human.
Only then did he raise his magic pen and shout.
"Let them stop" Lan Mu's spiritual power sensed that the group of Shambhala people did not react, and shouted a few more times, even changed to English, and tried several ways to give orders, but in the end it was still useless.
"How can you really not control these people?"
The gargoyle magic pen can control it, but these humans born from corpses can't control it, it's just weird.
"There is no soul, at least not a natural person, but the magic pen can't control it, are they human beings or puppets" Suspicious, Lan Mu found clothes to wear in the palace, and ran out of the palace to find a Shambhala.
He directly transformed into a nine-tailed fox and used charm on it.
The man froze, clearly immersed in the charm, but not too obsessed.
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"It turns out that the target of charm is not the soul, as long as there is a thought?"
"But what is the difference between the mind and the heart, whether I am the soul or the thinking man, how many mes are there?"
After thinking about it for a while, Lan Mu hurriedly stopped, this question was temporarily held back, and he quickly ran in the direction of Fang Moqi and the others.
At this moment, Fang Moqi and the others were in the snow-capped mountain area on the edge of Shambhala, and most of the people in the town had also run there.
It was obvious that Fang Moqi and his party were planning to leave Shambhala.
If he leaves, Lan Mu will definitely leave, he killed the Dharma King, and now he doesn't know how to leave Shambhala.
But when he reached the vicinity of the snow-capped mountain full of hope and reached over with his spiritual power, he heard a piece of news that made him regret it.
"There is no exit from Shambhala, and no one has left Shambhala for at least more than a hundred years," said Mr.
Charlie. ” "Why is there a legend of Shambhala out there," Reilly and Fang Mozaki exclaimed.
Mr.
Charlie said: "That's a very old legend, dating back a long, long time.
Anyway, I've been in Shambhala for 80 years, and I've been looking for an exit for so many years, didn't we search the palace the other two days, and that's the only place I haven't been.
No matter who I ask, no matter how I look for Shambhala, there is no exit at all, it is a separate and closed world. ” Fang Moqi and Reilly and others were pale, and Charlie and other explorers of the older generation were very bland.
Those old people have been in Shambhala for many years, and they have long since given up on returning home, and now that His Holiness is dead, they would rather retire in this beautiful wonderland, after all, this was once their dream home, which in itself was what they hoped for.
But the young people of Reilly find it difficult to accept that their beautiful illusions about Shambhala have been shattered, that this is not paradise at all, but just a sweetheart poison that consumes people's will.
To stay in Shambhala forever is the ultimate dream of a lifetime for some people out there, and everyone wants to come in However, it was a nightmare blow for those of them who got into it, and they wanted to get out Lan Mu in the distance heard this and was annoyed "Shambhala has no exit" "I don't believe it" "Even if there is really no exit, even if I become a towering beast, I will break this place and return to Earth" Lan Mu sank into his mind, ready to choose the color of his next transformation in the life ball.
To be continued
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