In a dream. The man sitting on the top of the five-story magic tower was admiring the all-too-familiar starry sky alone.
What's quite rare is that after entering, I didn't see Fatty and Chuuji myself, nor did I see the silver-bearded dwarf guardian who appeared here for some reason. It's true that I need to be quiet now. That kind of sarcastic conversation that will only make me angry is not what I need now. Are you too tolerant of that female dwarf? Maybe after we get out, we should resolve this matter.
It's just that the feeling is different today, as if something is quite active. Even why he appeared here, someone was a little confused. It was not him who wanted to come in today.
Suddenly a burst of familiar music sounded. The brisk flute sound is paired with the guzheng. Although I haven't heard it for more than ten years, I still remember it deeply. It’s just that the Dream Magic Tower also comes with its own BGM? How come I only found out today.
This melodious music is not some classical music, or a song by an idol star, but the soundtrack of a certain puppet in the Pili Puppet Show, a specialty of Onigashima. Just why...
"Half god, half saint, half immortal, all Confucianism and all Taoism, all sage. He has thousands of true books in his mind, and masters half the world of civil and military affairs."
He has white hair, a lotus crown, a hairpin, hooked eyebrows, and a little red cinnabar on his forehead. He has an elegant temperament. He has a black robe with yellow silk thread, a sword bag on his back, a whisk in his right hand, and a gold leaf in his left hand. The real-life version of Qingxiang Bailiansu really used her early appearance, chanting a poem, slowly walking out of the starry sky and heading towards someone.
At the moment, someone has only one thought. Although the clothes are in the early stage, fortunately the face is in the later stage. Otherwise, it is really hard for someone to imagine what the early round face will look like after it is transformed into a real person. The nickname of vegetarian flatbread is not given casually.
"Fellow Taoist invites you."
Someone who is still in a fugue only knows um um ah ah. Su Huanzhen showed a narrow expression, bowed again and said in greeting: "Previously..."
"Alas! Fellow Taoist! Fellow Daoist is fine! Fellow Daoist is very good! Please, please." Lin said in a panic. Are you kidding me? Su Su actually said the word 'senior'. The book will be finished tomorrow. Maybe he didn't mean these two words, but someone wouldn't dare to bet.
Just such a fuss brought him back to his senses, and he couldn't understand why the person holding the golden leaf appeared in front of him again and again. Although he had not appeared before, the golden leaf that floated into his hand to remind him also indicated his identity from a certain angle. Just why?
"It seems that fellow Taoist disciples don't quite believe me. What about this one?" As he said that, Su Huanzhen stepped aside. Another person walked out from the starry sky. The same poem was sung: "The merits cover three parts of the country, and the name is the Eight Formations. The stone in the river will not turn, and the regret will be swallowed up by Wu."
The person who came was eight feet long, with a face like a crown jade, a long beard under his chin, wearing a kudzu scarf on his head, a crane cloak, and a feather fan in his hand. He looked like an immortal. The man emerged from the starry sky, walking seemingly slowly but actually very quickly; in the blink of an eye, he had landed on the top of the tower, looking graceful and graceful.
He first bowed to Su Huanzhen beside him and greeted him: "Suxian."
"Prime Minister." Su Huanzhen returned the favor.
The visitor bowed to someone who was in a daze. "Tower Master."
Stunned...
"Liangguan Su Xian came on stage and opened the way with a poem, which is the imitation of Edong Shi. Could this be offensive to the tower master?"
Someone finally remembered to shake his head, but he was still dumbfounded...
"Perhaps the weight is not enough. What about this one?" As he said this, the suave middle-aged scribe holding a feather fan stepped aside.
A person appears in the starry sky, riding a strange object. The face is like a horse, the antlers are like a deer, the hooves are like an ox, and the tail is like a donkey. The four hooves are self-generating clouds, and they are carrying a fishing old man to kick. He sang loudly: "Ziya has fallen into the mortal world at this time, and he is like a grumbling savage with a white head. He has become old and clumsy several times, and he has been angry three times after experiencing the world. The river has not entered the dream of flying bears, and the Weishui River is known to have Ruilin. World. He founded the emperor's business in the wind and clouds, and lived in Changchun for eight hundred years."
An old man with white beard and white hair, with a fishing rod hanging straight on his back and a fish basket tied to his waist, sat sideways on the four different figures and walked on the clouds to the top of the tower. The old man got off his mount neatly and came to Lin with his hands raised in greeting: "Old Jiang Shang, I have met the tower master."
Someone knelt down, completely knelt down!
When things go beyond a certain level of weirdness, the first possibility someone thinks of is that the other two are teasing the person. You can change at will in your dreams, regardless of appearance, style, clothing or even gender.
But there is one thing that cannot be done, and that is the clone. Regardless of whether it is a mirror clone or a clone that can behave differently, neither one of myself can do it in this dream. In other words, when Lin saw the third person appear, he knew that it had nothing to do with the other two.
So these are the 'real things'?
No! Two are dead people who only appear in history, and one is a puppet who is not even a living person and will appear in front of him. Whatever the reason, he knelt down.
On the top of the Dream Magic Tower, there was an Eight Immortals table, with four people sitting on each side. In addition to Lin, there are three other people, old, middle-aged and young. There is a pot of fragrant tea on the table. This is Tieguanyin, a pot of good tea that someone drank before traveling through time. Of course it won't be top-notch, because I have never drunk that kind of thing and can't imagine it, so naturally there is no way to manifest it in this dream.
As a little tea boy, Lin helped the three masters fill a cup and said at the same time: "In other words, you are actually you, but you are not you either."
"Although it's a bit convoluted, it's not wrong to understand it this way."
"Existing in Alaya Consciousness, shaping one's body in the shape of his heart. Enjoying collective memory, but having unique personality, so you will not be limited to the era or subject matter. As long as everyone recognizes it, it makes sense. This is the Eastern Order Does the West have to fight for the reasons for faith by receiving incest?”
"Of course. The so-called gods are not just what people imagine, shape, and explain. So I used to be a god and enjoy immortality on the list of gods, but I still have to go through it and I will not be willing to die. It's great. It's difficult to be a fairy but a god." Jiang Ziya blew it carefully, took a sip of hot tea, and said with emotion.
Look at this picture, there are three black lines on someone's forehead. He asked: "Is The Romance of the Gods true or false?"
"The truth is also false, and the false is also true. It depends on whether you believe it or not." The old lady smiled kindly and said what he said was the same as what he didn't say.
But this reminded someone of his previous plan, and he whispered: "This means that if I find a way to bring the World Tree back to Earth, there is really a lot to be done."
Shaking his feather fan gently, Zhuge Liang said: "That's true, but this is also something we don't want the tower master to do."
do not wish? "Why?" Lin asked.
"Liu Bowen killed the dragon seven hundred years ago, and Sun Wen changed the Yuan Dynasty a hundred years ago. The tower master wouldn't think that these things were pointless." Su Huanzhen said with a smile.
The decline of martial arts, the rise of science and technology, and the end of the Dharma era ushering in the earth, are there people deliberately controlling it? "Is this what you want? Why?"
“But it’s just a matter of time and I gradually move towards this path.”
"Then what's wrong with returning to a world like that? It's not like now, when the East is suppressed by the West everywhere."
Jiang Ziya shook his head and said: "Master of the Tower, changing the dynasty is not a trivial matter. With such a huge change, have you ever thought about how much it would cost just to let the East overpower the West? According to you, the government and consortium will not Okay, what if it were replaced by a sect or a clan? In my opinion, they are the same. As for coexistence, it is even more ridiculous. How can one mountain tolerate two tigers? If two tigers fight, there will be a winner or loser. That’s it, if both sides suffer, then whose fault is it?”
Hearing this, Lin could only smile bitterly. Many fairy tales and Western superhero comics do not depict a unified world, but more cruel competition. Speaking of which, how is it different from reality? It's like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
But this makes people even more confused. "If that's the case, then why did I come to this world?"
"It is change in the midst of change." Su Huanzhen said: "The evolution of the world will naturally be promoted by smart and talented people. However, if it lags for too long or stops moving forward, a little change is needed. So the tower master was Exchange here."
"Exchange!" After hearing this key, Lin's eyes lit up and asked: "Who was exchanged back?"
Su Huanzhen pinched her fingers and said like a treasure trove: "In the distant past, there are Wang Mang of the New Dynasty and Liu Xiu of the Eastern Han Dynasty. In modern times in the West, there are Evers Pressley and Stephen Jobs. To talk about the famous figures in modern times in the East, then It’s just Mao…”
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, stop. I probably know who you want to say, so stop here. Otherwise this book will not be finished tomorrow, but will be harmonious. So, can I achieve great things like those people?"
"Not really." The old, middle and young people shook their heads at the same time and shrugged regretfully. Zhuge Liang even said bluntly: "Everyone will be destroyed, and everyone will die. There are only a few outstanding people in the world."
After laughing, Su Huanzhen said again: "Master of the tower, please do not belittle yourself. Among the many people who have exchanged, there are very few who can see us. Those who can find a promising way to return home are even rarer. Treat this person If you are such a person, we will naturally not begrudge you our help."
"On condition that we do things according to your ideas?"
"No." Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan again and said, "Lend us your power, it's easy. But where does the power come from? If the plank road is not repaired, it will be difficult to get out of the river. In the same way, without the help of the World Tree, we can't It’s hard to sit here and talk about it. The pagoda master is the first priority and should think about how to fix this matter."
This was quite clear. Lin Ziran was thinking about it in his heart. However, being able to come into contact with them at such a high level does not really make people feel at ease, but instead makes them more confused and troubled. Lin asked: "Is there really no limit to borrowing the power of the earth? Why do you think this kind of thing is unreliable?"
"Haha, of course there is." Su Huanzhen pointed to the sky with her right hand and the ground with her left hand, and said, "Where the starry sky is, we will be there." Then Zhuge Liang and Jiang Taigong also pointed to the sky and the ground, and said at the same time. Then, more of the same actions and words came from all directions. The sound rumbled, like a roaring wave or the roar of the earth. Under the starry sky, there are countless figures.
