I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 213: Confrontation (Part )

Both of their hearts skipped a beat, but He Si reacted first and scolded, "You are not him, you just look the same. There are so many twins in the world, are they all the same person?"

He Si's deliberately raised voice revealed her uneasiness. The other party obviously heard the hesitation in her words and slowly said, "But we are not human."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of breaking air outside the door. He Si's heart tightened and she turned around hurriedly, only to see a round mirror cutting through the pitch-black night and flying towards them rapidly from behind - the mirror was so large that it could reflect the entire room. Upon closer inspection, it was actually the moon that was originally hanging in the sky.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, and Xiaojiu's light went out.

The mirror became brighter, as if it had also integrated the disappearing light into the mirror. He Si then discovered that half of the ancient temple behind her was disappearing, and the afterimage of the ancient temple slowly appeared in the mirror. The mirror swallowed this illusion into her body - she remembered the self who had been trapped in the mirror. It seemed that in a dream, in this place, on the top of the high cliff of Maitreya, she had met Qin Jian who was now standing in front of her. At that time, the silk in her hand broke the figure, and she watched the figure turn into a mirror, breaking into pieces, and she also saw herself calling for help in the cracked mirror.

He Si paused as she prepared to attack. She had to be wary of the mirror in front of her that swallowed everything. Why did that scene suddenly appear in her mind? Who was the person in the mirror that she saw that day? Could it be that she was trapped in it at this moment?

But her stagnation did not last, because Xiaojiu at the back let out a cry, and He Si found that its figure was fading away.

"Xiao Jiu!" The silk thread rushed towards the mirror faster than the sound, but He Si did not give up thinking. She recalled that she suffered losses twice in front of this mirror, both times because of the tactics she wanted to break the mirror. So she transferred her power from the point to the surface, allowing the silk thread that attacked like a sharp sword to entangle and weave into soft cloth, like a heavily rebuilt wall, blocking the light inside the temple and also blocking the mirror's forward trajectory.

Qin Jian did not look back. He had an ancient coin hidden in his sleeve, waiting for this moment. He flicked his right wrist slightly, and a golden dot flew out from between his index and middle fingers, so fast that only an afterimage remained, and it flew straight towards the person who looked exactly like him.

But the man on the other side smiled disdainfully. He looked confidently at the ancient coin passing through his chest, and then sighed slowly: "We are of the same roots, why are we so anxious to hurt each other?"

"Yeah..." Qin Jian also sighed slowly. After lying dormant for a long time, his attack failed to hit the target, but he did not show any sign of disappointment. Instead, he smiled.

The person opposite changed his expression, and he looked back hurriedly as if he remembered something. He flicked his long sleeves, but it was too late. With a ding, something hit the mirror enshrined on the stone platform - the origin of everything.

"You should know that my left hand is not injured." Qin Jian stood with his hands behind his back, becoming the one who was confident. At the same time, the sound of ding-dong-dong was endless in his ears, as if countless iron nails were hitting the mirror one after another, but there was nothing in his sight.

The figure of the person opposite him gradually faded away. He was unwilling to accept it, but he could only ask: "What is this?"

"3.2 billion thoughts." Compared to the person who was disappearing opposite him, Qin Jian's figure became clearer and more eye-catching in the temple. "Since you arranged all this under the Maitreya's loud noise, how could you not know? The Buddha asked Maitreya, how many thoughts, how many ideas, how many consciousnesses are there in the mind. Maitreya said, in the blink of an eye, 3.2 billion thoughts. Every thought takes shape, and every shape has consciousness."

"Didn't I choose this place because of you? Wasn't it to awaken your memory of when you were first born?"

"Still being stubborn." Qin Jian's brows turned cold, the sound of metal and stone colliding became sharper, and the mirror enshrined on the main seat in the Pharmacist Hall fell to the ground.

The mirror cracked, and the pressure on the silk that He Si was controlling disappeared. She saw the dark cracks spreading rapidly around her from the center of her sight. The twelve Yaksha generals were cut in half, the ancient bricks and tiles of the Medicine Master Hall were shattered, the branches and leaves of the plants were separated, and a cloud was split in half... He Si suddenly realized that it was not the mirror that was cracked, but the illusion that was shattered. The whole world fell apart along with the cracked texture.

A gust of wind with the aroma of wine blew up the sand and gravel under the night sky, and reality invaded this land. He Si sniffed the familiar sweet and sour smell of mulberries. Life was temporarily entrusting to a dream within a dream, and worldly affairs were like hearing the wind in the wind.

"Qin Jian." After the giant screen fell, there was a long feeling of dizziness. He Si's vision had not yet recovered. After her sense of smell, her sense of touch sensed the temperature of reality more quickly. Her hand was still covering Qin Jian's hand, but the temperature of her palm was extremely cold.

"Qin Jian!" she called again.

"I'm here."

The answer was very soft, and He Si felt a little relieved. The shaky world finally came into focus and slowly overlapped into a clear picture.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"

When He Si saw the man clearly, she was relieved and her heart was lifted again. He leaned quietly on the table, his clothes were messy, his eyes were downcast, and he didn't say a word. He didn't look at He Si, and he tried his best to stand. The sun shone on his face, making his face pale and almost transparent. There was sweat on his forehead, and his drooping eyelashes cast a light blue shadow on his pale skin. On his whole face, only his lips had a touch of bright red, bringing out a fragile and morbid beauty.

He didn't answer, and He Si didn't dare to ask any more questions, for she was afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth, the man in front of her would gradually fade away - just like in a dream, taken away by the mirror.

After a long while, Qin Jian finally shook his head and said softly, "I'm not injured, but the 3.2 billion thoughts in the blink of an eye consumed too much of my mind, and I can't bear it."

"It's just exhaustion, that's good." He Si looked Qin Jian up and down carefully again. Apart from weakness, she could not see any other signs of injury. She had to believe him for the time being. She stood up and moved a stool for him, motioning him to sit down, and then continued: "Just now... that confirmed your previous guess, you really split a new illusion that is beyond your control."

"Now it seems more like he split me off. He seems to know everything about me, which means he has memories that I don't have. Moreover," Qin Jian paused and said, "if it weren't for Xiao Jiu leading the way, I wouldn't be able to break his barrier."

"So what?" He Si said nonchalantly, "This only means that if you two were facing each other before, you might lose, but now with Xiao Jiu and I, you will definitely win."

Qin Jian did not smile at He Si's words. Instead, his expression became more solemn. After tapping the table twice with his index finger, he stared into He Si's eyes and asked, "Yes, with you, his chances of winning against me are getting lower and lower. So why did he set up this game to let us meet, awaken my memory, and trigger your ability?"