In the 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 when I came in, I didn't see the fat man and the second version of myself, nor did I see the silver-bearded dwarf guardian who appeared here for some reason. Now I need to be quiet, that's right, that kind of taunting , a conversation that will only make you angry is not what is needed now. Are you too tolerant of that female dwarf? Maybe after you go out, you should solve this matter properly.
It's just that the feeling is different today, as if something is quite active. Even why he appears here, someone is a little confused. It is not him who wants to come in today.
Suddenly a burst of familiar music sounded. The brisk flute sound was 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 has 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 a specialty of Onigashima, the soundtrack of a certain puppet in the Pili Puppet Show. But why...
"Half god, half sage, 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."
White-haired lotus crown, one-word hairpin, hooked eyebrows, a little red cinnabar on the forehead, elegant temperament; black Taoist robe with yellow silk thread, sword bag on back, whisk in right hand, gold leaf in left hand. The real-life version of Qingxiang Bailiansu really uses this early appearance , chanting a poem, slowly walking out of the starry sky, heading towards someone.
At the moment, someone had only one thought. Although the clothes were in the early stage, fortunately the face was in the later stage. Otherwise, it was really hard for someone to imagine what the early round face would look like after it was transformed into a real person. Nicknames are not just given casually.
"Fellow Taoist invites you."
Someone who was still in a state of fugue only knew um um ah ah ah. Su Huanzhen showed a narrow expression, bowed and said in greeting: "Previously..."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" by a fellow Taoist! A Taoist friend is very good! Please, please." Lin said in a panic. What a joke, Sui Su really said the word 'senior' Exit, this book will be finished tomorrow. Maybe what he wants to talk about is not these two words, but someone doesn't dare to bet.
Just such a fuss made him come back to his senses. He couldn't understand how the person holding the golden leaf could appear in front of him again and again. Although he had not appeared before, it had floated into his hand and given it to him. The golden leaf that prompted it also indicated his identity from a certain angle. But why?
"It seems that Taoist fellows 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. He also chanted a poem: "Contribute to three kingdoms, and achieve fame. Picture of the eight formations. The stone in the river will not turn, and the regret will swallow Wu."
The person who came was eight feet long, with a face like a crown jade, a long beard under his chin, a kudzu scarf on his head, a crane cloak on his head, and a feather fan in his hand. He looked like a fairy. He emerged from the starry sky and walked slowly. Quickly; in a blink of an eye, I have landed on the top of the tower, gracefully.
He first bowed to Su Huanzhen beside him and greeted: "Suxian."
"Prime Minister." Su Huanzhen returned the favor.
The visitor bowed to someone in a daze again. "Master of the Tower."
Stunned...
"Liang Guan Su Xian came on stage and opened the way with a poem, which was imitated by 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 elegant middle-aged scribe holding a feather fan stepped aside.
A person reappeared in the starry sky, riding a strange thing. The face was like a horse, the horns were like a deer, the hooves were like an ox, and the tail was like a donkey. The four hooves generated clouds of their own and came kicking away carrying a fisherman. He sang loudly: "
At this time, Ziya has fallen into the mortal world, and his white head is like a grumbling savage. He has become old and clumsy several times, and has been angry three times in the world. Before the Feng River has entered the dream of flying bears, there is a Ruilin in the Weishui River. The world's winds and clouds have opened the emperor's career,
Celebrating the 800th anniversary of Changchun."
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 figures, stepped on the clouds to the top of the tower. The old man got off his mount neatly, came to Lin and raised his hands 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 selves are teasing the person. In the dream, the selves can change at will, regardless of appearance, style, clothing or even gender.
But there is one thing that cannot be done, and that is the clone. Whether it is a mirror clone, or a clone that can have different behaviors, no matter which one you are in this dream, you cannot do it. In other words, when you see a third person
As soon as Lin showed up, he knew that all this had nothing to do with the other two himself.
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. He will appear in front of him. No matter what the reason is, he kneels down.
On the top of the Dreamland Magic Tower, there is now an Eight Immortals table, with four people sitting on the four sides. In addition to Lin, there are three people, old, middle-aged and young. There is a pot of fragrant tea on the table. This is Tieguanyin. Someone is before traveling through time.
A pot of good tea that I have drunk. Of course it will not be top-notch, because I have never drunk that kind of thing and cannot imagine it, so naturally it cannot be embodied 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 also having unique personality, so you are not 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 its faith if it is favored by others?"
"However, the so-called gods are not just what people imagine, shape and interpret. 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 so difficult to be a fairy, but a god." Jiang Ziya blew it carefully, took a sip of hot tea, and said with emotion.
Looking at this picture, someone has three black lines on his forehead. He asked: "Is The Romance of the Gods true or false?"
"True is also false, false is also true, it depends on whether you believe it or not." The old man smiled kindly and said the same thing as he said it.
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 it's also something we don't want the tower master to do."
Not hoping? "Why?" Lin asked.
"Liu Bowen killed the dragon seven hundred years ago, and Sun Wen changed the Yuan Dynasty a hundred years ago. The master of the tower 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 deliberately controlled by 'people'? "Is this what you want? Why?"
"It's just that when the opportunity comes, I gradually move towards this path."
"Then what's wrong with returning to a world like that? It's not like now, where 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 overwhelm 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, there is no difference between them. 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 novels and Western superhero comics do not depict a scene of world unity, but more cruel competition. Speaking of which, how is it different from reality? It is 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 a change in the midst of change." Su Huanzhen said: "As the world evolves, there will naturally be smart and talented people to advance it. However, if it lags for too long or stops moving forward, a little change is needed. So the tower owner was
Exchange here."
"Exchange!" After hearing this key, Lin's eyes lit up and asked: "Who was exchanged back?"
Su Huanzhen pinched his fingers and said like a treasure: "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…”
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, 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 don't 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."
"The condition is, do things according to your ideas?"
"No." Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan again and said, "Lend us your strength, it's easy. But where does the strength 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 difficult to sit here and discuss this matter. 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 did not really make people feel at ease. Instead, it only made people 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 the same words came from all directions. The sound was rumbling, like roaring waves or the roar of the earth. Under the starry sky, there were countless figures.