Shu Guan stood up from his chair with some surprise.
For such a big shot in the mortal world, what kind of difficulties did he encounter that he couldn't solve, so much so that he needed to find a fortune teller?
As for the reason why he stood up from the chair at this time, it was not because of Zhang Haotian's identity.
In the mortal world, Zhang Haotian is indeed a big shot, but as a practitioner who is above the mortal world, Shu Guan can look down on any big shot among mortals.
The only reason why he stood up was because this old man named Zhang Haotian was a respectable person.
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This Zhang Haotian is a true hero and true gentleman who only appears in a thousand years.
So after Du Wenqiang introduced the old man as Zhang Haotian, Shu Guan immediately stood up from his chair.
"Mr. Shu, Mr. Zhang has encountered some things these days. I specially recommend him to come here and ask Mr. Shu to take a look at it."
Du Wenqiang whispered to Shu Guan.
Shu Guan raised his head and glanced at Zhang Haotian. Although this old man was already over seventy years old, his blood and energy were still strong and he should be in good health. However, at this time, his eye sockets were sunken and his pupils were filled with tiredness. , maybe it’s because I didn’t get a good rest last night.
"Mr. Shu, you're done."
At this time, the old man who could be called the leader of the Republic of China bowed his hands towards Shu Guan without any pretense and said with a smile.
His accent is very strong, the kind of accent that comes from the Liangzhou and Gansu regions.
Zhang Haotian is originally from Ganzhou.
After entering the door, he looked at Shu Guan carefully, and then there was some surprise in his eyes.
Although he is just an ordinary mortal and cannot see the details of Shu Guan, after all, Zhang Haotian has experienced so many storms in his life and has seen so many great people, so he is naturally very experienced in understanding people.
So after carefully observing the young man in front of him, Zhang Haotian could tell that this young man's demeanor was indeed extraordinary, and he was not like an ordinary fortune teller who usually relies on his words to defraud people of money.
No wonder this young man is now famous throughout Shanghai's upper class society, and Du Wenqiang would never dare to recommend this person to him if he was not extremely confident.
"Mr. Zhang, please sit down first."
Shu Guan turned around the long table and personally helped Zhang Haotian pull out the chair.
Then he took another two chairs and invited Du Wenqiang and Wu Xicheng, the mayor of Shenzhen City, to take a seat.
"Are you that Shu Xingyun?"
Wu Xicheng also looked at Shu Guan up and down, his eyes full of scrutiny.
"Hello, Mayor Wu."
Shu Guan also smiled at him, his expression neither humble nor arrogant.
"You know Mr. Zhang's identity. It's your honor for him to come to you today. You will do your best to help Mr. Zhang solve his problems later."
Wu Xicheng explained to Shu Guan with a solemn expression.
Shu Guan just nodded lightly, returned to his seat, smiled at the old man opposite and said:
"Mr. Zhang, I don't know if there's anything you need, but I can help you."
Zhang Haotian pondered for a moment, then said to Wu Xicheng and Du Wenqiang:
"You two, go out for a moment."
It seems that what this old man wants to say is not suitable for others to know.
Both Wu Xicheng and Du Wenqiang were slightly startled, but they did not dare to ask any more questions. They immediately stood up and walked out of the horse racing hall, and deliberately took a few steps further to avoid suspicion.
"Mr. Zhang, do you want to close the door?"
Shuguan started making tea and then asked.
"No."
Zhang Haotian shook his head and said.
Shu Guan poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of him, then looked at the old man with a smile on his face, but did not directly ask anything.
Zhang Haotian didn't speak. He seemed to be thinking about something. He took a sip from the teacup and sat there in a daze.
After a long time, the old man with gray hair slowly raised his head, and his eyes became a little confused.
"Mr. Shu Xiao, I heard from Wen Qiang that you are a very capable person, especially for some strange things. Wen Qiang said that Mr. Shu Xiao will definitely have a solution."
It seems that this great man of the Republic of China did not come here simply to read his fortune.
Also, people with Zhang Haotian's life experience and at this age no longer need to look at faces or calculate fortunes.
Du Wenqiang brought him here probably more because of his status as an immortal.
Shu Guan pondered for a moment and said:
"Mr. Zhang, why don't you first tell me what happened to you. If I have the ability to help you, I will try my best to help you."
Then Zhang Haotian was silent for a while, his expression was so hesitant to speak, but he opened his mouth several times but no words came out.
This gave Shu Guan some weird feelings in his heart.
Although it was the first time for him to meet this old man, Zhang Haotian was a great man of our time. Such a figure, his temper and character had already been widely known through various news articles and the like.
According to Shu Guan's knowledge, or in the minds of all Chinese people, Zhang Haotian is the kind of person who has a very straightforward personality and is bold and decisive.
But now Zhang Haotian's performance is a bit hesitant, which is somewhat different from his legendary character.
However, Shu Guan still waited patiently.
After hesitating for a few minutes, Zhang Haotian finally spoke.
"A dream. I had a dream last night. After I woke up, I never fell asleep again. I stayed awake until dawn."
This was the first sentence Zhang Haotian said.
While listening, Shu Guan refilled Zhang Haotian's tea cup. He had already seen that Zhang Haotian had not slept well last night from the tired look on Zhang Haotian's face when he came in.
It seems that the old man's visit to him today must be related to the dream he had last night.
Shu Guan thought this, and then heard the second sentence said by Zhang Haotian.
"I have had this dream for more than sixty years."
Shu Guan's hand while pouring tea paused slightly, and he looked at Zhang Haotian in astonishment, but a hint of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes.
Zhang Haotian continued to speak, and the old man's eyes became more and more confused.
"I don't remember the first time I had this dream. It was probably when I was seven or eight years old. From then on, I started to have the same dream all the time."
When Zhang Haotian said these words, the look on his face was extremely disgusted and painful. It was obvious that the dream must have made him feel very bad.
After Shu Guan heard this, he suddenly interrupted Zhang Haotian's story.
"Mr. Zhang, by similar dreams, do you mean that the things that happened in that dream were similar?"
Shu Guan asked in a very serious tone.
It is indeed a bit strange that a person often has a similar dream.
Shu Guan has practiced dreaming and has performed dreaming on many people, so he has a good understanding of "dreams".
Under normal circumstances, if a person has the same dream repeatedly, it means there is something wrong with Fushiya Po.
To put it simply, because something left a deep impression on Zhang Haotian's subconscious, Fushiya Po retained it.
And when a person is asleep, Fushiyapo will release some scenes of that event and merge them with the dream, making people feel that the dreams are similar.
So it’s not strange that many people sometimes have similar dreams.
What Shu Guan was a little curious about just now was that Mr. Zhang had been having the same similar dream since he was a child, and he had been having it for decades. He didn't know that the thing that impressed Zhang Haotian so deeply was actually in his Fu Ya Po. What a deep mark it left.
This is Shu Guan’s judgment on this matter so far.
But what Zhang Haotian said next immediately overturned his judgment.
"It's not similar, it's exactly the same. The scene in that dream, what happened, even the beginning scene and the end time, have never changed at all in these decades, without any difference."
Zhang Haotian corrected Shu Guan's wording.
Similar and identical, the difference between them is naturally huge.
Zhang Haotian's words made Shu Guan startled again, and this time a glimmer of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
Because the subconscious mind in Fushiya Soul will not be displayed completely and unchanged in the memory of mortals, otherwise it would not be called the subconscious mind, but an explicit memory.
The subconscious mind in Fushiya Soul will only be mixed with a person's subsequent experiences, and then appear paradoxically in dreams.
Only practitioners like them who have practiced the art of dreaming can see that complete memory in a person's fuya soul today.
If Zhang Haotian's dreams are exactly the same every time, then it's not something wrong with Fu Yapo, but something else.
It was just that Shu Guan couldn't tell what the problem was for a while.
"I have been tortured by this dream all my life."
Zhang Haotian smiled bitterly at Shuguan and continued to talk.
"Every time I wake up from that dream, I feel so irritated that I want to go crazy. Some people say that I, Zhang Haotian, don't care about my life on the battlefield. I am Zhang crazy and Zhang bold. In fact, many times I am really go Ape!"
"Sometimes I think it would be nice to just die on the battlefield and be done with it. I don't need to be tortured by that dream anymore."
"Mr. Zhang, haven't you seen a doctor before?"
"I have seen it, both Chinese and Western medicine in Dahua, but it was of no use. Even later I tried to anesthetize myself with sleeping pills, but it still couldn't stop the dream from happening."
"Mr. Zhang, does that dream come up often?"
"Since I had that dream for the first time when I was a child, it took a long time, probably two or three years, before I had the same dream for the second time."
"It's just because that dream left such a deep impression on me. In the following years, I can still remember all the details in the dream, as if it happened yesterday, so when I had this dream for the second time, I immediately remembered that I had had the same dream."
Shu Guan frowned slightly.
Generally speaking, people will vaguely remember what happened in a dream after waking up, but it is unlikely that they will remember all the details, because dreams are inherently a mixture of countless distracting thoughts of a person.
A dream that can clearly remember all the details is really weird, and it can even be said that it is not a dream.
But Shu Guan did not interrupt Zhang Haotian's story at this moment.
"After I had the same dream for the second time, that dream began to appear frequently, sometimes once every six months, sometimes once every two or three months. As I got older, the frequency of that dream began to appear. It’s getting higher and higher, and in recent years, it occurs almost once every ten and a half days.”
"And during the three days I came to Shanghai this time, I had that dream every night, and after waking up from the dream, I couldn't fall asleep again."
Zhang Haotian looked at Shu Guan with his bloodshot eyes, smiled bitterly again and said:
"If that dream had appeared so frequently before, I think I might not be alive now."
Shu Guan slowly leaned back on the chair, thought for a while, and then said:
"Mr. Zhang, can you tell me specifically what happened in your dream?"
"I have never told anyone about that dream in so many years, but..."
Zhang Haotian sighed, with some hesitation and struggle in his eyes, and then he seemed to have finally made up his mind and said:
"Before I came here today, I also thought that I would eventually tell others what happened in that dream..."
"When the dream began, I was walking on a bluestone road. Next to it was a large lake with many lotus flowers in it..."
When he said this, Zhang Haotian suddenly paused again, with a strange look in his eyes.
"I found out later that it was a lotus flower."
"Because I am from Ganzhou and grew up in a cave dwelling under a high loess slope there. Before I was fourteen years old, I had never seen a lotus or even a lake, so in my third year I When I had this dream, I didn’t know what kind of flower it was. I just thought it was growing in the lake on huge green leaves. It was really beautiful.”
Shu Guan also had a strange look in his eyes as he listened to Zhang Haotian's story.
A person may dream about some things he has never experienced before, or strange things he has never seen before, but the so-called strange things are actually just combinations of things he has seen before in dreams, but people do not You may dream of something that exists in reality but has never been seen before.
"I have been walking along the bluestone road and walked into a village. The people in that village seemed to know me. When they saw me, they would actively stand on both sides of the road and follow me with a smile. They nodded and said hello, and called me a strange title... They all called me Young Master."
"And there are many strange people in that village. Some of them walk on the water and step on the lotus leaves. Some of them can jump to the roof several meters high with just a slight jump. I even saw an old man squatting on the road. He rubbed his two fingers together, and a ball of flame appeared on his fingertips, and then he lit a dry smoke. He looked at me with a smile and said something strange to me. "
"That sentence is: Young Master, the little girl today was caught by Ala in person in the city for you. Hey, she's really watery."
As Zhang Haotian spoke, Shu Guan's eyes became more and more surprised.
The village in Zhang Haotian's dream might sound weird to other ordinary people, but to him it didn't sound special. It seemed like... a village full of practitioners.
Of course, the weirdest thing is that when Zhang Haotian was narrating, he was speaking in Mandarin with a strong Ganzhou accent, but when he relayed the old man's words, he suddenly turned into a very authentic Shen dialect. The local dialect of the city.
The level of authenticity made Shu Guan feel that there was no difference between the accents of the locals in Shanghai he had come into contact with.
This is naturally a very strange thing.
Perhaps Zhang Haotian had heard this sentence countless times in his dream, but after hearing it countless times, it was difficult to say it with a pure local accent.
This is the same as Shuguan learning English in his previous life. Just because your listening score is good does not mean that your pronunciation is standard.
Shu Guan looked thoughtfully at Zhang Haotian, who was slowly getting excited.
"I continued walking back and passed a small pond in the village. There was a waterwheel next to the pond."
"...I didn't know about the waterwheel until later. When I first had this dream, I didn't know what it was...and that waterwheel...that waterwheel, there was no one around it, but It keeps turning on its own..."
"I walked past the small pond. There was a very big house beside the pond. It had blue walls, red tiles, and a red door."
"I walked up to the red door, pushed it open and walked in."
At this time, Zhang Haotian's voice became a little trembling and his face became a little pale.
Shu Guan understood that Zhang Haotian was probably going to talk about the really important things in this dream.
Those things that made him hate, repulse, and fear.
"The moment I opened the door, I had a very familiar feeling, like I was back at home, but I also had the urge to turn around and want to escape."
When he said this, Zhang Haotian paused and said to Shu Guan as if explaining:
"Every time I have this dream, I have this feeling and impulse the moment I push the door open, and after I wake up, that feeling is still very clear."
The emotions in dreams also come from your own soul, and it is normal for these emotions to remain after you wake up.
Shu Guan waved his hand, indicating to Zhang Haotian to continue speaking.
But he himself didn't expect that when Zhang Haotian said the next sentence, he interrupted Zhang Haotian's narration.
"I pushed the door open and there was a strong smell of blood coming from behind the door."
This is what Zhang Haotian said.
Shu Guan smiled and said:
"It is impossible to smell in a dream."
Zhang Haotian immediately said with certainty:
"No, I can smell it, every time. And when I wake up, it feels as real as the strong urge to escape."
Shu Guan frowned. He believed that Zhang Haotian didn't lie and there was no need to speak.
So this dream that has haunted Zhang Haotian all his life is getting weirder and weirder.
"Behind that door is a large courtyard surrounded by huge water tanks."
Zhang Haotian continued to talk, his face getting paler and his expression becoming more frightened.
It was hard to imagine that this old man, who was known as a brave man on the battlefield, could be so frightened by anything.
"... There are many bamboo racks in that yard, the kind used to dry quilts. But when I walked in, there were no quilts or clothes hanging on those bamboo racks, but... and It’s… filled with human corpses!”
Shu Guan was suddenly startled.
This is indeed a very scary and absurd dream.
In a village full of Jiangnan water town charm, everyone in the village seemed to know Zhang Haotian. Then Zhang Haotian walked into a place that looked like his own home, only to find that his home was full of human corpses.
Just looking at Zhang Haotian's expression, it seemed that the thing that frightened him the most in this dream had not really begun yet.
"...There were many corpses, probably hundreds of them...the corpses were all hung upside down with their heads down and their feet up. Their throats were slit, and blood flowed from their throats to the one under their head. In a basin."
"Those face plates were quickly filled with blood... There were many people in the yard, dressed the same as the villagers I met along the way. Those people picked up the basins filled with blood and poured them into In those huge water tanks around the courtyard.”
"...Everyone of those villagers was laughing, smiling happily, as if what they were holding was not human blood, but the blood of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, and what was hanging in the yard was not human blood, but blood of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep. It’s like pigs and sheep slaughtered during festivals.”
"Those villagers were busy happily while saying some very strange words. I couldn't understand the meaning of those words at all."
"They said something like, 'The number of blood slaves this time is really quite large', 'Yes, it should be enough for me to rise from the Qi Entrainment Stage to the First Consciousness Stage', 'Haha, I can also go up to the first floor'... …Anyway, this is the case. For so many years, I have never understood what they are talking about…”
When Zhang Haotian said this, Shu Guan suddenly stood up from his chair.
He raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Haotian, as if he wanted to speak, but couldn't say anything for a while.
Another chapter has been blocked.
(End of chapter)
