After a whole day of exhaustion, Zhao Xun rested quickly after returning to the bad guy's office.
But he fell into a dream soon after falling asleep, and what was even more amazing was that he actually knew it was a dream.
He was sitting in an old SUV, feeling very melancholy.
There was a harsh hiss from the radio, accompanied by desolate and angry music, which really made people dizzy and restless. Zhao Xun turned off the radio helplessly, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath. Ignition, shift into gear, step on the accelerator, and the old off-road vehicle started slowly.
Zhao Xun carefully pushed a CD into the disc player. Hearing the warm prelude, he finally shook his head and blew out a smoke ring. You can buy a pack of cigarettes for six yuan, but the mouth feels dry. If someone like Zhao Xun smokes two or three packs a day, I really don’t know how long his already hoarse voice can last. But what's the use of keeping this voice? The first time Zhao Xun felt that his life was hopeless was the night after he broke up with his girlfriend. Zhao Xun drank in a bar all night in despair. He drank until he was drunk and was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage by the bar's receptionist overnight. From then on, Zhao Xun never went to that bar again. He could no longer tell whether it was day or night. His cell phone was turned off all year round, and even Zhao Xun's dead buddies couldn't find him.
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It's funny to say that since traveling broke into Zhao Xun's world, everything has changed dramatically. Zhao Xun was originally a dreamer, but he was not like the kind of man who was born to be a wanderer. After work, he always liked to lie quietly in bed and read alone. Zhao Xun, who had never left home a few times after giving birth to a child in his 24th year, never thought that one day he would drive a dilapidated off-road vehicle to travel to the West.
The old off-road vehicle drove leisurely on the asphalt road, and the music was rock and roll and very appropriate to the occasion. Zhao Xun, who was in a slightly better mood, naturally hoped that he could make a big leap and put that relationship completely behind him.
"May the sky bring down joyful rain, may the earth grow green grass, may God grant glory to the grassland..."
In the past few years, the grassland has been shrouded in the haze caused by drought and plague. The former scene of gurgling springs and green mountains has been replaced by withered grass and dead cattle and sheep.
The picture rotates sharply, like a movie montage.
Zhao Xun found himself in a pasture again, this time he was no longer the protagonist.
When the old priest saw the little boy knitting grasshoppers carelessly on the side, he raised his eyebrows and gave him a sharp look.
"Oh, yes, Grandpa Bass." Being called by name in front of so many people made the little boy extremely ashamed. Ural bit his lip tightly and buried his head. He wrung his hands and did not dare to look up at the sharp eyes like an eagle.
After some discussion, the elders of the clan decided to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony to ward off the disaster. As the most famous elder in the grassland, Bass deserves to be the host of this grand ceremony.
"Ural, you have to remember that it was the devil who infiltrated the grassland and brought plague and death!"
Ural nodded solemnly and mumbled a response. This is not because he really thinks so, but he just doesn't want this old man to find a reason to lecture again.
"He controls the world, he dominates all things, he created death and life, it is your honor to be tested by him!"
Of course Ural knew why he was singled out. As the son of the patriarch, Ural was born to be more eye-catching than other children on the grassland. Sometimes Ural wonders, is this luck or misfortune? Abban, who was born in the same year as him, would not receive so much attention. He could ride a pony on the summer grassland on a warm early spring, and he could close his eyes and look up on a lazy summer day. Lying on the hill, bathing in the warm sunshine.
Bass obviously didn't want to get entangled in this matter anymore, and waved his hand impatiently and said: "Let's forget about this matter. You have to behave more solemnly next time... Ural, you should treat the creation with piety. , He gave us life!”
The cheek with countless wrinkles is as old as the history book written in the parchment, and the high protruding bones are like the rugged stone milk at the foot of Tianshan Mountain...
Sometimes Ural wonders, is this slightly dark and vicissitudes of style the real reason to drive away the devil?
Ural had heard these words countless times when he was young, and he really didn't want this eccentric old man to take the opportunity to lecture him again.
Bass's left cheek muscles flexed slightly and he walked back to the fire in the center of the altar. Today's ceremony was very solemn, so he put on the milky white divine hat and scarlet robe, with a silver bell tied around his waist and a leather drum tied to his chest.
Suddenly, Bas muttered something in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly opened. Then he jumped up, chanting scriptures that Ural could not understand at all, and danced a very strange dance next to the fire to the beat of drums. The drumbeats became faster and faster, and his dance steps became faster and faster. He sang rhythmically, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his cheeks flushed with excitement. His dance steps were light but not illusive, powerful but not clumsy. He only stopped after a quick pause, and the entire festival suddenly became as silent as the beginning of the wilderness...
Just when Zhao Xun wanted to take a closer look, the entire scene suddenly disappeared.
Bass threw a bundle of pine branches into the fire, and the air was filled with fragrance. He knelt down devoutly and closed his eyes slightly. I saw him beating the leather drum on his waist loudly, waving his palms constantly, and muttering something in his mouth as if he was praying for something.
Green smoke lingered around Bas's side, and the mysterious characters soaked in his body seemed to gradually escape and float around. The muscles all over his body were trembling and beating along with the sound of ancient spiritual drums, as if he was trying to find something from the passing melody.
Why has he been having these weird dreams lately?
If the dream about driving to the West is somewhat true, what does the dream about offering sacrifices on the prairie mean?
Zhao Xun woke up suddenly and found that he was still in the bad guy's yamen room.
What's happening here?
How do these relate to the Western fantasy world that is the antithesis of this world?
What does the dark door mean?
Why can Zhao Xun see so clearly, and why can't he do anything?
Why is he being led by dreams?
Even if he is a time traveler, he shouldn't be under so much pressure, right?
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Zhao Xun felt like he was being driven crazy.
No, he must personally ask his mentor Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi tomorrow morning to find out what is going on.
To be honest, he hated this weird dream.
Originally, he didn't believe in the theory of strange powers and gods. But since even time travel has happened, what else is impossible?
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Early the next morning, Zhao Xun went to Qinglian Temple to look for his mentor.
Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi looked at Zhao Xun very doubtfully and found that his beloved disciple did have dark circles under his eyes, which he only found funny.
He forced himself not to laugh, and after a long time he cleared his throat and said, "Let me take a look."
However, it was said that Zhao Xun arrived at Qinglian Temple very quickly. The moment he saw his mentor, he immediately rushed forward and complained: "Teacher, I have been having some weird dreams recently. Why don't you help me find out where they are coming from?" Problem."
"Um?"
The first time Wu Quanyi saw Zhao Xun and entered his sea of consciousness, he felt that this child was extraordinary, and now his view is even more confirmed.
Because Zhao Xun’s sea of knowledge is unfathomable!
Zhao Xun knew that his mentor was going to enter his sea of consciousness, so he stood there quietly.
I saw Wu Quanyi take a deep breath, and then activated his mind-observation skills to instantly enter Zhao Xun's sea of consciousness.
Even those practitioners with extraordinary talents do not have boundless consciousness.
So Zhao Xun's situation is completely a special case.
This is a very rare phenomenon.
Generally speaking, a person's consciousness has limits and boundaries.
After making sure he couldn't see anything, Wu Quanyi withdrew from Zhao Xun's sea of consciousness.
He shook his head and said, "My dear disciple, your sea of consciousness is getting wider and wider, and I can't see anything. It seems like there is a layer of gray mist covering the sea of consciousness."
And after a period of observation, Wu Quanyi discovered that the width of Zhao Xun's sea of consciousness was actually expanding.
The continuous broadening and the continuous extension of the boundary will make it impossible for him to see the edge at a glance.
My mentor Wu Quanyi is a second-grade Taoist practitioner of Zhenger Ba Jing.
The Taoist practitioner's mind-observation skills can theoretically be more effective than those of lower-level practitioners.
"how so?"
Zhao Xun found it incredible.
"It has nothing to do with realm cultivation."
Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi said directly: "I don't think you are from this world."
"Is it because I have improved my cultivation level after several battles? But no matter how you say it, there is a gap between your realm and mine."
Zhao Xun felt puzzled.
How did the mentor figure it out?
Does the mentor know that he is a time traveler and comes from another world?
Damn it!
Hearing this, Zhao Xun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Just when Zhao Xun was so excited that he wanted to hold his mentor's hands, Wu Quanyi's next words made him extremely embarrassed.
"You are from the immortal world. The mountain chief has said that you are from Wenquxing. Wenquxing is from the immortal world."
But if the teacher knows the concept of time traveler, does that mean that the teacher is also a time traveler?
After all, only time travelers understand time travelers best, just like only magic can defeat magic.
If my mentor thinks so, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him.
"That's the case, mentor, then I'll tell you my dream, and you can analyze it."
"..."
Zhao Xun simply didn't know what to say for a moment.
After Zhao Xun’s lengthy explanation, Taoist Priest Qinglian understood.
"That grassland sacrifice... should be a very ancient ritual originating from the barbarians in the northern grasslands."
"Well, you say."
Zhao Xun naturally skipped the scene where he drove an off-road vehicle alone to relax, and instead directly talked about the bizarre sacrificial ceremony on the grassland, including the dream of the Dark Door and the fantasy world.
After a pause, Wu Quanyi continued: "In other words, by activating this ritual, the Mobei barbarians or the Demon Sect have reached a contract with the devil. According to this contract, they must be willing to do things for the devil, just like working as a coward. Same. Of course, in return, the devil will grant them three wishes."
hiss...
Taoist Qinglian's tone suddenly became very serious.
"I have also heard a little bit. It is said that it is a ritual for them to summon the devil. When they encounter extreme difficulties and have no way out, the high priest of the Demon Sect will start this summoning ritual."
The barbarians from the grassland moved south in large numbers, and there were also many practitioners of the Demon Sect among them.
If you are seated correctly, the one who performs the sacrifice will be the High Priest of the Demon Sect, and the one who participates in the sacrifice will be the prairie barbarians.
Hearing this, Zhao Xun gasped.
"That means this dream I had is probably true..."
Until the blizzard ended, the prairie barbarians found that they had no hope of survival.
In this case they had to go south to plunder.
The grassland barbarians decided to go south to besiege Chang'an at this time, also because they experienced a very severe snowstorm in winter.
This blizzard lasted for a long time, and countless cattle, sheep, and livestock died in this blizzard.
Not only do you no longer have to worry about food and drink, you can even live a luxurious life of wine and meat.
Who can resist this temptation?
And Chang'an, the richest place in the world, is their first choice.
As long as they plunder Chang'an, they can live a good life for several years.
"I just heard about it. It is said that the parallel world on the opposite side of our world is called Ellen Lore. The people living on Ellen Lore are very different from us. Their lifestyle, language and even practice system are completely different from this world. Different. The two worlds seem to be independent, but there is one way to connect them, and that is through the Dark Portal."
Wu Quanyi had told Zhao Xun about the Gate of Darkness before, but at that time he only had a quick glance and did not explain it in detail.
"As for the dream about the Dark Portal..."
Taoist Priest Qinglian frowned, his eyes full of uncertainty.
Zhao Xun felt a chill down his spine when he heard this.
If this legend is true, then his two dreams are actually completely related.
Since Zhao Xun asked again this time, Taoist Qinglian felt the need to explain it to him carefully.
"After the Dark Door is opened, people from the two worlds can travel between each other. If Ellen Lore's people come to our world, they will undoubtedly be invaders to us, no different from the prairie barbarians."
Everything is connected, everything is connected!
Zhao Xun felt excited and scared at the same time.
He even came up with a very bold idea, that is, the devil summoned by the prairie barbarians through the high priest of the Demon Sect did not come from this world, but from the world of Ellen Lore that was completely parallel to this world.
Summoning is not that easy. If they want to successfully summon the devil, they must open the dark door.
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"Teacher, if this is the case, what should we do now?"
Zhao Xun asked.
