A strong feeling of weightlessness hit her. When she woke up, the solemn temple disappeared. A thin piece of snow fell on her long eyelashes, and what came into view was a town covered in white snow.
Dreams can blur the consciousness of the dreamer and the owner, causing them to have an illusion. This is real, and no matter how contrary and abnormal it is, it will not easily cause them to wake up.
This is how Jiang Yao felt when he fell into a dream. Everything around him was very real, so real that it seemed like this was reality.
She was in a daze for a few seconds before she quickly realized what was going on. She looked around and saw that she was the only one sleeping, and someone outside had to guard their bodies.
Outside the dream.
The little novice monk, Baimao and Jiang Yao all fell into a deep sleep. Zong Lin, who was not asleep, was worried that they would be discovered by the monks in the temple, so he quickly helped them into an empty side hall.
The hall was dark and cold, and the three of them were lying side by side, with Zong Lin standing guard next to them.
Back to dreamland.
Jiang Yao knelt down and held up the snow in the palm of his hand, feeling no coldness at all.
The Xitang Town in front of me was the same as it was outside the dream, unchanged. In the middle of winter, there is heavy snow. The ground is covered with a layer of ankle-deep snow, the black tiles are covered with a touch of white, and icicles condensed into ice stand from the eaves.
Then a group of townspeople suddenly appeared. They were preparing New Year's goods, wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, and walking in the streets. Lively shouts could be heard in the distance, and someone was shoveling snow on the street.
The little novice monk once said that he was abandoned when he was born, and the abbot of Qingyun Temple adopted him. The abbot did not allow him to leave the temple, so he has stayed in the temple as long as he can remember.
'Fake. '
It's not that what he said is false, it's that his memory is hidden.
When people stay in a place for a long time, memories are formed. In his dream, the names of every shop in the town were clear.
This also shows that the young novice has not only been out of the temple, but is also very familiar with Xitang Town. This cannot be achieved overnight.
Jiang Yao walked for a while and came to Qingyun Temple.
She saw a man with blurred features and figure carrying a bamboo basket coming to the temple gate, placing the bamboo basket on the steps, then turned and ran away.
After a while, a monk opened the door and walked out. The monk's facial features were still blurred. He opened the cotton cloth in the bamboo basket and found a newborn baby boy.
The monk entered the temple holding the bamboo basket.
Afterwards, the flow of dream time speeds up.
The baby boy grew up to look like a child, and then grew into a boy... which corresponded to the past that the little novice monk once said.
Jiang Yao frowned.
wrong.
It is understandable that the person who abandoned the baby cannot see the face or figure clearly. As babies, their brains and nervous systems are not fully developed and they cannot remember things normally.
But how could he not remember the master who had grown up with him?
Moreover, except for the abbot with vague features, there are no other monks in the temple.
Although Jiang Yao had long known that the young novice's memory had been altered, Jiang Yao was still surprised.
Who tried so hard to change the memory of the little novice?
"Huh."
The human bone beads in the palm of his hand suddenly radiated hot heat. Jiang Yao's thoughts were interrupted and he spread his palm.
She didn't expect that this string of beads would follow her into the little novice's dream.
Jiang Yao turned around, and the white Buddha beads seemed to be guiding her to a certain place.
There were too few clues at the moment. Even in his dreams, all he saw were altered memories. Jiang Yao simply followed the direction guided by the beads.
After leaving the town, there was endless thick white snow, and a hazy mist shrouded the fields.
Jiang Yao walked step by step for about five or six minutes when a ruined temple appeared in front of him.
Her memory was not affected by the dream, and she recognized the ruined temple at a glance as a righteous village built not far from the town outside the dream.
Yizhuang became a ruined temple, and finally found useful clues.
Stepping into the ruined temple, the Buddhist beads lit up with white light, and the white light gradually engulfed her.
.
"Well……"
Bai Mao, who was sleeping in the middle, suddenly let out a low groan.
His face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and thin drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, soaking the white hair hanging over his eyebrows. His body seemed to be under great pressure and suddenly became tense.
Seeing this, Zong Lin hurriedly stepped forward, took out the bottle of Baiyu wound medicine, poured out one pill, opened Bai Mao's mouth, and put it under his tongue.
Bai Mao's talent level is too low, and using 'Dream' consumes a lot of mental energy. And it is necessary to build a bridge with the little novice's dream. If the little novice notices something strange, Bai Mao will suffer double the backlash.
Zong Lin could only stand by and watch.
"Bang bang——"
The door was suddenly knocked from outside.
The first thing Zong Lin did after entering the palace was to put soul-calming charms on the doors and windows.
Jiang Yao said that Qingyun Temple is not safe. The closer to the arrival of the ghost god, the wider the scope of the ghost image's activity. This is also the reason why Zong Lin and Baimao were attacked by ghosts at the townspeople's homes yesterday.
The phantom is a clone, not as good as the main body, and the Soul Suppressing Talisman can deal with it. But this place is the boss's hometown after all, and the main boss will try his best to prevent them from exploring the main line.
She must not be affected during the process of 'dreaming'. She can only rely on Zong Lin's strength to resist the attack of the phantom before she wakes up.
Zong Lin had already made full preparations. The ink lines on the walls and doors and windows of the narrow side hall were all over. Not only that, the door and window frames were also smeared with rooster blood to prevent evil spirits from invading.
Last night, Jiang Yao whittled a 678 peach wood sword, and Bai Mao drew a spell on it, a powerful weapon to ward off evil spirits.
He kept in mind the nine-character code of the uncanny image [cannot be spoken, cannot be seen, cannot be heard—], blocked his ears, and closed his eyes.
.
It was bad outside, but Jiang Yao in the dream was even worse.
After the white light dissipated, she returned to Xitang Town from the ruined temple. It was still the coldest month of winter, and the town was covered with thick snow. The cold wind blew into her collar, and she actually felt the chill.
Jiang Yao's consciousness was affected by the deep dream and gradually became blurred.
I am gradually integrating into this dream.
Not far away from her, a shabby, dirty and thin little beggar was driven into the alley and beaten by thugs for stealing two steamed buns.
The little beggar's thin body looked like he was only seven or eight years old at most. Two white-faced steamed buns fell into the stinking ditch. He didn't feel dirty. He stretched out his hands that were beaten blue and purple to pick up the steamed buns carefully. Put it in your arms.
The food was ready for today. The little beggar dragged his scarred body and limped out of the town, avoiding passers-by.
From the perspective of a bystander, Jiang Yao followed him all the way to the ruined temple outside the town.
The walls of the ruined temple were shattered, the wooden windows were hanging precariously on their frames, and there were big holes in the eaves. Snowflakes fell into the temple, and the cold wind blew fiercely. The broken bowls placed on the table were blown off by the wind and fell to the ground.
The little beggar walked over, picked it up, and put it back. He came to a corner filled with weeds, got in, took out the frozen and hard steamed buns in his arms, and started to nibble on them.
The scene changes.
This time the little beggar who stole the food was beaten even worse, his legs were broken, and he crawled back to the ruined temple. As soon as he arrived at the temple gate, he fainted.
He didn't die. An old monk passing by saved him.