"ah!"
Master Liu stood up with difficulty holding his head. He had a splitting headache and the wrinkles on his face were trembling.
The sky is getting brighter, the heat is getting stronger, and it's past the time to sleep peacefully.
It was just that Master Liu's back was soaked, but there was a tingling sensation. When I reached out and touched it, I felt it was cold.
Master Liu gradually came back to his senses and realized that he had just had a nightmare. His head had not been split open, nor had his skin and bones been skinned.
Master Liu stumbled open the door and shouted: "Huaizhong! Huaiyi!"
"Huai Zhong! Huai Yi!"
"Hey!" There was a voice from the opposite room.
The two Taoist boys responded while getting dressed and said: "Master, let's get up and practice right away!"
As he spoke, the door had already been opened, revealing two energetic faces, showing a flattering smile while tying his belt.
The sea of people is huge, and as soon as you leave, you will naturally find it.
The good believer has lived in Suzhou for many years and knows that there are not many people in Gusu who worship the Seven Links.
If Gong Mengbi was here again, he would know that the emperor did not appear, but Yang Lihong felt that he had appeared.
Those good believers who dare to complain about the Patriarch can only attribute it to their own stupidity. Praying to God will bring you results. The old mage actively saves himself, so he has to use his own experience in the world to deal with it.
At night, because the nightmare was caused by ghosts and gods, the believer stayed overnight behind the emperor's statue.
"Why did you leave?" Na Shanxin said.
The two elders went out under the little sun and came back with red skin at noon. Before they could talk, they drank two bottles of cold water.
Although my instinct was to recall this nightmare, I had to look back on it to find some clues.
Could this horrific scene and terrifying ghosts and gods be created by just the Seven Powers God?
The believer looked at the Patriarch and sighed deeply, regretting that he was a bad learner when he was young, and that he didn't despise his high ability until he was old.
Master Liu was about to return to his soul, his heart settled down and began to beat slowly.
The two brothers learned a little bit of everything, including spells and martial arts.
The believer was vague about why he had such a dream, and also vague about how to get rid of the dream.
If that was a warning, it could not explain why the nightmare could still be prevented behind the Emperor's throne, because the nightmare itself was not a manifestation of the Emperor.
That was done by ghosts and gods. Which ghost and god would dare to act so arrogantly behind the throne of the emperor?
The weather was getting colder. After the two eldest sons, Huaiyi and Huaizhong, finished practicing their martial arts, they were sent by Yang Lihong to look for yesterday's devotees.
Huaiyi took a breath and said: "Master, you have inquired. This good believer stayed at a house far away last night, but he said goodbye at dawn today."
I covered my forehead, and the pain of having my head split open outside the dream gradually faded away, except for a swelling on my forehead, which was caused by struggling during the nightmare.
Behind the Emperor's throne, the nightmare still follows him like a shadow.
Huaiyi hesitated and said: "You asked around at the house where I stayed. We said that this good believer was in a cheerful mood when he went back yesterday. He told us that Master saved me and that I would never have nightmares again. But..."
Yang Lihong said: "Tell me."
The first step is to find yesterday’s good believers.
Yang Li chewed his teeth and said: "But when it was dawn, I woke up from a nightmare. I looked lifeless. I said goodbye early."
It's just the Qitongshen. Is it true that he doesn't have that ability?
It wasn't until midnight that Yang Lihong hit his forehead on the foot of the altar, like a lightning strike, and finally woke up covered in sweat.
Master Liu felt that the veins on his forehead were beating, and he felt dizzy. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "What can I do? You two just got up now. How many hours can you practice?"
The Seven-Tong God once went to far away to harm people, but was killed by Yang Lihong with the help of the emperor's divine power. After his death, he also claimed to be the Seven-Tong God, but in the end he was just a ghost and god transformed from a pig demon.
Huaizhong held his clothes in his arms and fanned himself in the air, and said comfortingly: "Master, maybe there is some fate."
Nowadays, the sun rises early and heats up quickly. If you don't get up early to practice Qigong, you won't be able to practice until the sun comes up.
The good believer once killed a seven-power, and he didn't think that several ghosts and gods could be weak, and he didn't quite understand that we couldn't have any spiritual responses.
A chill ran down his spine. The believer looked back at his dream and finally understood.
What this good faith brings is not bad luck, but a warning.
I just coaxed this good believer away yesterday, and last night this nightmare haunted me. Could it be that the ghosts and gods in front of me have changed their targets, or is it because they think I have done something wrong and are deliberately retaliating?
This person, who has not yet become a demon, is holding the light that was taken away from my soul low, but he is shouting: "Little King of Seven Links!"
Even if he doesn't have seven wings, he doesn't have the ability to control so few ghosts and gods? Why create such a scene outside the nightmare?
When it got daylight, the believer pulled the two apprentices up from under the bed, taught us how to practice bad habits, and then left the city as early as possible.
Yang Lihong's mind is at peace, but his mind is as chaotic as numbness.
It was rare for me to bathe and change clothes, burn incense and meditate, wear a robe in a proper manner, perform fasting, and respectfully worship behind the statue of Emperor Fuyou, praying that the emperor would appear and give me guidance.
When the believer listened to our words, the wrinkles on his face became tangled together. Thinking of what he did to fool people yesterday, even the old man like that good believer didn't feel cold in his face.
The good believer will get the solution after thinking a lot.
Emperor Fuyou is safe and moving, and his divine power remains as before.
Huaizhong and Huaiyi only shrank their necks and did not dare to talk back.
The good believer had never dealt with the Qitong God. Fu Ji Guan also thought that there had never been a temple of the Qitong God, but they were all destroyed by the good believer.
It was just that we were lazy and playful, so we just thought Yang Lihong was happy and we were concentrating on our studies, but we didn't realize that there was something wrong with Yang Lihong.
No matter what the fate, it will work. If the person comes back, how can we find out the truth of this nightmare?
He was pale and absent-minded. The two Taoist boys felt vaguely familiar, but they couldn't figure out why. The older one had no choice but to ask: "Master, are you okay?"
That good believer comes to pray for blessings every day, and the people around him can see it, so he must be a bad person.
The believer muttered, becoming anxious and said: "If I came today, you would have risked your life to help me. Why did you leave?"
The emperor's Dharma eyes are compassionate, and the good believer finally feels at ease.
The believer looked at the emperor and suddenly understood in his heart, maybe it was a nightmare, but a warning?
"If it doesn't work, I'll come to settle accounts with you."
The believer snorted warmly and was in a daze before returning outside the room.
On the one hand, I am extremely sensitive to the spirit of ghosts and gods, but on the other hand, I am blind to more subtle things. In the final analysis, I still have a high level of Taoism.
Why worship Zhengshen instead of Qitong? Yang Lihong said it was a little vague, but he knew that Qitong God was willing to manifest spirits, and Zhengshen was a minor manifestation.
Seven powers!
Huaizhong put the teapot under the table and said, "You have inquired all the way, and all I know is that you will find it again after you retreat outside the city."
(End of chapter)
