Late at night, there was deathly silence in Dazantouman's village.
In the huge village, not to mention human voices, even the sounds of snakes and rats burrowing, insects chirping and birds chirping, were all inaudible.
A looming night fog, like a veil, enveloped the village, causing all the people and animals in the village to fall into a deep sleep.
If any beast, demon or ghost dares to break into Zhuangzi at this moment, he will fall asleep within a few breaths, and then be killed by someone with a knife to make food.
Only a mound in the northwest corner of the village was not shrouded in this strange night fog.
On the mound, a temporary altar was set up, surrounded by incense and candles.
The candlelight shines and the fragrance slowly blooms, like stars in the night sky.
In the dark night, the flame of the incense candle was very conspicuous, but there was night fog around the mound. Even though it seemed very dull, it blocked the firelight and also blocked the breath.
In the center of the altar, Su Jianqing made magic seals with her hands, her eyes were slightly closed, and she was using the dreaming technique taught to her by Cai Guizhong. The green smoke rising from the incense candles was inhaled into her soul body, and she became this The power source of the spell.
Around the altar, Cui Youyi, Su Tingyu and other Taoist priests from the Jade Emperor Temple stood according to the positions of the Nine Palaces and Bagua, not only helping Su Jianqing protect the law, but also helping her to promote her power.
Further outside, there are Qin Shaoyou, Qin Qiaoer and others who are fully armed. They are vigilantly observing the surrounding night, and are responsible for guarding the Taoist priests in the Jade Emperor's audience.
As Su Jianqing used the dream-telling technique, many sleeping people inside and outside Qingtang King City all had the same dream.
In the dream, a ferocious ghost with a green face and fangs, three heads and six arms, told them a shocking secret: "The seventh prince, Rikander, was possessed by demons, killed his father and took the throne, and wanted to bring the entire Qingtang to destruction... …”
This short sentence was repeated in everyone's dreams and in the mouth of the ghost and god, like a magic voice brainwashing, making everyone remember it in their hearts, and they would not forget it even after they woke up.
A quarter of an hour later, inside the royal city.
A nobleman from Qingtang suddenly woke up.
The secret story told by the ghost in the dream seemed to still be echoing in his ears, making him thirsty, frightened and scared. He couldn't understand why he had such a dream? Could it be because in recent days, the dogs raised by the Seventh Prince in the patrol camp had been biting people and frightened him?
He calmed down and was about to stand up to take a sip of water. A lady beside him also woke up from her dream. She sat up suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that it was a dream.
"Are you having a nightmare?" The noble asked casually upon seeing this.
The noble lady responded, hesitated for a moment, and lowered her voice: "I dreamed of a ghost, and he said some incredible words to me..."
"Did you also dream about ghosts and gods?"
The noble was surprised at first, and then asked in a low voice: "What did he say to you? Is it related to the seventh prince?"
"How do you know?" Now, it was the lady's turn to be surprised.
"Because I also had a dream like this."
The noble realized that something was wrong, frowned, and began to think quickly.
When the lady heard that he also had such a dream, she was even more surprised: "Isn't that an ordinary dream? Is there really ghosts and gods warning us?"
The noble snorted coldly: "Whether it was a warning from ghosts or gods, it's hard to say. But someone must want to do something to the seventh prince... Don't sleep. Go back quickly and ask your man if he has had such a dream. If so, Yes, let him pack his things quickly and leave the Royal City as soon as possible. During this period, there may be a storm in the Royal City, so we’d better stay away, so as not to be affected and torn to pieces by this storm!"
Hearing this, the noble lady hesitated: "Going back now? That's not good. I told him that he would go to the witch temple outside the city today to pray for a child. If he goes back now, I'm afraid it will arouse his suspicion."
"Then go back after dawn, there is no need to delay this matter!"
Similar things happened on this night in many people's homes inside and outside the royal city.
Some people have a delicate mind, and like this nobleman, they can see the weirdness of "dream warnings from ghosts and gods".
They either packed up their belongings and left the royal city, or they secretly prepared to make a fortune when the storm came.
And more people still have doubts about "ghosts and gods giving warnings in dreams".
Although they did not dare to discuss this matter loudly outside, they did not discuss it less in private.
It is human nature to eat melons, not to mention that it is related to the royal family, involving demons, human nature, ethics and even the great melons of the country. How could we not eat or discuss it?
Overnight, the news that Rikander was possessed by a demon, killed his father to seize the throne, and harmed the entire Qingtang, spread throughout the royal city and beyond.
Whether they firmly believe the news or sneer at it, everyone knows that it has caused trouble. Even after dawn, it spread to other places in Qingtang with people leaving the city.
No one in Zikander's mansion had this dream.
Similarly, no one in the houses of Wuerwo, the leader of the Flying Bear tribe, and Jiaji, the leader of the Frost tribe, received dreams from ghosts and gods.
It was after dawn that they heard the news from their men in the market, and they learned that such an incident happened last night.
After Haibulu heard about this, he immediately called the wizard Kunsang, whom he relied on, to him and asked about the situation: "Sir, the dream entrusted by ghosts and gods last night was your handiwork?"
Wizard Kunsang was obviously aware of this matter and even made some investigations.
When Haibulu asked, he shook his head and said: "Although I can entrust dreams, I still can't do it like I did last night to entrust dreams to thousands of people at the same time without leaving any traces. I investigated a few People who dreamed about ghosts and gods last night felt that this dream-telling technique was very unusual and there was no way to trace the caster. The only direction that could be investigated was that one could smell the scent of incense from it. It really felt a bit like a dream-telling spell by a god."
"So, the ghosts and gods in Qingtang are also helping me?"
Haibulu was so happy that he almost didn't laugh out loud.
"Then don't I win the seventh prize?"
Wizard Kunsang muttered: "Whether the dream of thousands of people last night was really entrusted by ghosts and gods, or was done by others, we must seize this opportunity and firmly believe that this dream was entrusted by ghosts and gods. And It’s not another ghost or god, it’s a certain ancestor of Qingtang!”
After a pause, he asked Haibulu again: "Have you finished the nursery rhymes you asked people to make up? Now hurry up and let people spread it around to make this matter more popular!"
Haibulu nodded in agreement.
But after he calmed down, he thought of another question: "Sir, do you think, if the person who gave me the dream last night was not a ghost or god, who was it? What kind of purpose did they have in doing this?"
Wizard Kunsang replied: "No matter who he is, as long as he is an enemy of Rikander, he is our friend. After Rikander is eliminated, it will not be too late to find them and kill them."
Haibulu nodded in agreement and immediately called his confidants to teach the children and beggars in the city the nursery rhymes and spread these nursery rhymes to further damage Rikander's reputation.
At the same time, in the seventh prince’s mansion.
The old Qingtang King who had taken over Rikander's body was furious after learning what happened last night.
What he was angry about was not that Zikander's reputation had been damaged.
He will soon undergo a new rebirth. When he has a new body, Zikander will naturally die of a serious illness.
He was angry because this matter came at the wrong time, and he was worried that it would affect his rebirth plan!
Resisting the urge to kill, after rejecting the servants who reported the information, the old Qingtang King who had taken over Rikander's body used an old voice to ask the wild god hiding in the surrounding darkness: "Yesterday Such a big thing happened at night, and you didn't notice it at all? Then do you know who was in the dream last night, trying to go against me and ruin my good deeds? "
