In the beginning, the painting style was mostly crude.
The houses are like geometric shapes spliced together, and the pedestrians on the street are like paper figures floating around, showing the lack of funds everywhere.
Come all the way.
Li Changan just felt like he was playing a 3D game unearthed in the 1990s.
But gradually.
The pictures his eyes saw became more and more exquisite, and the touch from under his feet became more and more real. Li Changan knew that the owner of this dream was right ahead without Feng Chong's rumor reminding him.
The Taoist priest looked up and saw that the scene around him was very familiar.
Two straight long streets sandwich a wide waterway, with numerous shops on both sides and bustling with pedestrians. Isn't this the center of Xiaoshui City - the long street in front of the Temple of Wine?
But the temple at the end of the long street has disappeared, replaced by a high platform. The platform is wrapped in a pure white wool blanket, with a silk base underneath. The pillars are covered with various colored silk cloths, and there are flower vines climbing on them.
Attracting butterflies and kingfishers circling around.
Both vulgar and elegant, neither fish nor fowl.
Eighty percent of the time, this is where the owner of the dream is.
But if Li Changan wants to move forward, it will not be so easy.
Probably because the road ahead was crowded with men. At a glance, they were all handsome young men. Judging by their attire, they looked like they were either young men from rich families or scholars.
These people looked enthusiastic and shouted together:
"Goddess! Goddess! Goddess!"
Not long after.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a woman with a slender figure in a feathered coat suddenly appeared on the high platform. She was too far away to see her face clearly, but the way she appeared, her clothes, and her movements all sent out a signal - I am a beauty.
!
Auspicious clouds rise in the sky, and the sound of silk and bamboo rains down from the clouds.
The woman danced to the song, and her dancing posture...well, I can only say that she couldn't do something, even in her dreams. But under the stage, the handsome men blocking half the street obviously didn't think so, and they all looked like they were doing it.
Crazy like drunk.
The woman's dance also jumped up, and with a little step, she actually flew into the sky. It was like a flying figure in a mural, flying through the sky with its belt fluttering.
Okay.
Li Changan was worried that he couldn't squeeze in, so she came to the door herself.
The wonderful thing about dreams is that you can let your imagination change everything. But after all, it is someone else's dream. As a guest, Li Changan is still subject to some restrictions (harmony). For example, he wanted to get a pistol, but he ended up with more in his arms.
A bow and arrow.
Bows and arrows are just bows and arrows. Anyway, archery in the dream comes with its own navigation.
So he stretched out his bow and nocked an arrow, waited for her to fly closer, and shot an arrow at her.
Naturally, the arrow hit the target. The woman let out a cry of surprise and landed lightly on a boat.
This made the male fans in the dream go crazy. They jumped into the water one by one and swarmed towards the boat. The water was filled with human heads.
Li Changan simply stepped on these heads and flew onto the boat. As soon as he got on, he met the woman face to face.
"Taoist priest?"
The woman was stunned.
"It seems pretty good."
Suddenly, the few men nearby who climbed up first transformed into Taoist monks. The only thing that remained unchanged was probably that handsome face.
The woman nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Li Changan softly.
"Is the Taoist priest also here to give me flowers?"
flower?
Li Changan lowered his head and saw that the long sword in his hand was suddenly replaced by a branch as thick as a bowl, which was covered with peonies, roses, camellias, autumn chrysanthemums and other seasonal flowers. The colors were really beautiful.
"Open your mouth."
"ah?"
The Taoist priest had quick eyes and quick hands and stabbed the branch into her throat.
…
Jinfu lobby.
Bo Ziyu and Zhang Yi guarded the two Taoist priests who had fallen asleep, their faces were as heavy as water, and they clenched the knife handle so tightly that all the government officials did not dare to say a word. The air in the hall was so heavy that people could not breathe.
Sudden.
"ah!!!"
Among the dead sleeping people on the ground, someone suddenly turned over and stood up.
But she was a fat servant with rough hands and feet. She was holding her throat and crying and fussing, pushing the government servants around her around.
I was finally restrained and calmed down a bit.
Look up.
I saw the short-haired Taoist in the Bagua array again.
His pale face suddenly turned purple.
"Wow" retched.
"What did the two Taoist priests do to people?"
Bo Ziyu couldn't help but murmur in her heart, but her tense face revealed a little bit of relief.
The method of rescuing people in dreams worked.
…………
The second dream.
Looking at the familiar Jinfu compound in front of him, Li Changan felt a little relaxed.
Such an honest scene must be an honest dream, right?
Then he saw the man lying naked in the stable.
He was neither old nor young, as skinny as a piece of firewood. He was lying on a pile of hay carelessly, chewing refined feed mixed with eggs, beans, and grains.
There is a horse next to him, a horse with human hands. He kneels next to him and uses a small brush to wash his "fur."
——Throw it over and slap the horse in the face.
The horse didn't get angry either. Instead, it began to speak like a human being, calling "grandpa" and "ancestor", and served him more carefully.
"What the hell kind of dream is this?!"
Li Changan was still confused here, but the sound of gongs and drums opened the way in the yard over there, and a group of shameless servants came to the stables with two nobles in their arms.
The two of them heard Bo Ziyu introduce it before they fell asleep.
The one with a kind face is the master of Jin Mansion, and the tall and strong one is the wife of Jin Mansion.
The lady said hello, and the horse took the man out. He got down and asked the lady to get on the horse. No, it was the Master.
Okay.
Madam's stature is even greater than that of Zhang Fei, and one of her thighs is thicker than that man's waist. She would have to break if she rode on him.
really.
The man kicked the lady in the face, leaving a black foot with distinct fingers. The lady was so angry that she picked up the whip and whipped the horse waiting beside her, rolling all over the ground.
Li Changan finally understood.
Is this guy the groom of the Jin family?
I vented my anger in my dream.
The Taoist priest was thinking about how to destroy this "revenge". Over at the stables, the master of the Jin family brought in a mare with smooth coat.
The groom raised his head and said "Xillulu" twice, then walked back to the stable with small steps.
then.
He got up and lay on the female's butt (Harmony).
"..."
Li Changan.
"grass!"
He jumped into the yard with a dark face and transformed into a craftsman wearing a leather skirt, carrying a bundle of thick hemp rope on his shoulder and holding a knife with a hook in his hand.
He strode up and grabbed the groom's scalp.
"Look who I am?!"
The groom was losing his temper when he was suddenly disturbed. He turned around angrily, but almost lost his mind.
Groomer! (one who castrates livestock)
He couldn't care less about Hermès and shouted hurriedly:
"Wait a minute, I'm kind of..."
Li Changan raised the knife and dropped it.
…
ah!
The groom suddenly jumped up from the ground.
Say nothing.
He pulled off his pants and looked down.
Phew~
The brothers are still here.
He just breathed a sigh of relief when he realized something was wrong around him.
Looking around blankly.
What greeted him were the surprised onlookers of the detectives and the shy gazes of the servants.
He was silent for a few seconds.
He picked up his pants, lay down on the ground, pulled up his clothes, and buried his head in them silently.
…………
Li Changan really underestimated the whims and whims of the ancients, and when he dreamed, one race against the other was not serious.
There are naughty children who turn into birds and specialize in urinating on people's heads; there are young girls who turn their lovers into trees and themselves into vines, and they stay with them year after year;
If you don't work, you can exchange for food, clothing, wine, meat, and shelter...
On the other hand, Li Changan's response was not so imaginative. He only roasted the birds, burned the trees, demolished the temples, and kicked them out of their dreams one by one.
A lot of tossing.
Of the thirty-seven members of the Jin family, only two are left in a dream.
…
In a dream.
It’s still Jin Mansion.
An ordinary wing.
Push the door open and enter.
But there is a different world.
Inside the door is an extremely spacious hall, which is brightly lit and decorated with colored glaze, agate, gold foil, and silver powder. The feet are not bricks and stones, but a calf-deep shallow pool, which is not filled with water, but with various materials.
They grow fine wine. There are many silver plates floating on the surface of the wine, and they are full of all kinds of delicacies.
Countless women were passing through, all of them with pretty faces and thin clothes. They were playing, singing, dancing, or playing music, and they were extremely charming.
There is a big bed in the center of the wine pool, and the owner of this sweet dream, Mr. Jin, is lying in the middle of a group of orioles and swallows, enjoying all the happiness.
All right.
Li Changan looked at it for a while.
This is fairly normal.
He went straight forward with his sword in hand, so that Mr. Jin could face reality as soon as possible.
But just next to the bed.
Mr. Jin suddenly turned his face, his eyes filled with drunkenness: "Beauty, come and propose a toast to me."
beauty?
Li Changan lowered his head and saw a pretty Taoist nun holding Fu Chen reflected on the wine table at his feet.
What the hell...
Li Changan took a deep breath, slapped the dust on Mr. Jin's face, picked up the meat knife next to him, and stabbed him in the chest.
But as soon as the blade touched the flesh, with a "pop", it magically turned into a handful of feathers, tickling Mr. Jin and making him giggle.
"Itchy! Itchy! Haha."
He turned over and thrust his butt over.
"Come on, change this side."
The Taoist priest was speechless for a long time, so he had to change his approach.
When he found a beauty to be intimate with, in front of him, he suddenly cut the beauty's throat, opened the bloody wound, and put it in front of Master Jin's eyes.
But the hot blood spurted out and turned into wine and fell into the bowl. Mr. Jin took a swig.
"Okay, okay, okay, come again!"
Who is this?
Li Changan was a little confused.
The teacher said, leave the difficult questions for later.
Simply exit the wine pool, open the door, and step into another person's dream.
A battlefield of yellow sand.
…
The setting sun is like blood, and the wind is covering the wild sand.
On the desolate wilderness, two armies faced each other, their armor reflected the sun, and their arrow formations resembled clouds.
A general wearing golden armor, riding a sweaty horse, carrying a Fangtian painted halberd, galloped back and forth among the enemy formations.
Killing generals and seizing flags is like searching for objects in a bag.
Every time an enemy general was killed, the sergeants shouted in unison.
"Tiger!"
For a time, the sound of "tiger" continued continuously, and the enemy army was finally defeated.
As the three armies shouted "Ten Thousand Victories", the bloody general in golden armor took off his pocket...
Well.
It's Mrs. Kim.
Li Changan felt inexplicably that the road ahead was bumpy.
He thought for a while, transformed into a defeated general who had thrown away his armor, ordered a group of soldiers, cut his hands behind his back, pretended to be trapped with a rope, and pressed him in front of Mrs. Jin.
Mrs. Jin stood up with her sword drawn.
"Who is coming?"
"The defeated general saw the general's natural appearance and did not dare to be an enemy, so he tied himself up and surrendered!"
This flattery made Mrs. Jin feel very comfortable. She laughed and got off her horse to untie Li Changan.
The Taoist priest took the opportunity to break away from the rope, grabbed the other person's sword, and when she was stunned, he chopped off her head with a knife, hoping to surprise her and scare her awake.
But before the head soared into the sky fell to the ground, Mrs. Jin used her ape-like arms to catch it back!
Ignoring the blood spurting from his neck, he shouted loudly:
"The thief shall die!"
Thousands of troops and horses swarmed forward.
…
Li Changan decided to change his approach.
The army returns to camp.
The Chinese army's tent was filled with cheers, and the three armies congratulated each other.
Li Changan transformed into a eunuch, broke into the tent, and pinched his throat:
"It is the decree of the Holy One that the general's merits will be established in Sheji, and he will be famous in China. He will be named a champion prince, eat eight hundred households, and be appointed as the general marshal of the world's soldiers and horses."
Mrs. Jin came up to express her gratitude with tears in her eyes.
Li Changan quickly served him a pot of wine.
"This is half a jug of wine specially sent by the saint. The remaining half is in the hands of the saint. He told me to let the general and the saint drink this wine together to celebrate this great victory."
"The last general dares to disobey orders."
Mrs. Jin picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp.
After she finished "ton ton ton", Li Changan asked with a smile: "Does it taste good?"
She clicked her tongue: "Good wine! Could it be Yaochi Xianjiang?"
"With the combination of red crane crown and poison, isn't it the perfect brew?"
Mrs. Jin was stunned when she heard this, and an unspeakable pain suddenly arose in her stomach. The eunuch in front of her already jumped back and cursed with his halberd finger:
"Traitor, you have fallen into a trap! You are a traitor who respects himself and is proud of his merits. The Emperor, the Holy Ming, ordered me to kill you!"
Your ideals are shattered. Is it time to wake up now?
Unexpectedly.
Mrs. Jin screamed "Wow", took out a knife, opened her chest, took out her intestines and stomach, squeezed out the poisonous wine, and stuffed it back.
Ignoring the wound that was spewing blood, he shouted loudly:
"The thief shall die!"
Thousands of troops and horses swarmed forward.
…
Who are these people!
Li Changan squatted outside Mrs. Jin's army tent and scratched his head.
This couple, neither of them wanted to wake up no matter what, and no matter what happened to the other, they couldn't be frightened. They really weren't a family that refused to enter the same house.
After all, this is someone else's dream, and there is only so much Li Changan can do, just go with the flow.
What if it comes by force?
It's not impossible.
The first method Li Changan thought of was to force it, that is, to call in thunder, use the power of divine thunder to extinguish the dream, shake out the three souls and six souls of a group of people along with their nightmares, and then slowly clean up.
It's just that the power of divine thunder is unpredictable. If someone accidentally destroys a person's soul, wouldn't it be counterproductive?
All things considered, Feng Chong's method is safer for the victim.
I just didn't expect that this couple would be so shameless in the dream.
couple?
The Taoist priest rubbed his chin and suddenly called out:
"Fellow Daoist Feng?"
Feng Chong's response immediately rang in his ears.
"What's the matter?"
"Can you connect the dreams of these two people?"
An affirmative answer came from the void.
"Can."
…
Li Changan changed his clothes again.
Pretending to be a servant, he rushed into the tent in a panic.
"Madam, it's not good!"
"Bah!"
Mrs. Jin’s eyebrows stood upright.
"Yelling and yelling spoil my drunkenness. Someone, come, drag me out of the camp and behead me."
"I am lonely in my empty boudoir, so I want to take a concubine!"
Taking a concubine?!
Mrs. Jin threw the wine glass and didn't care about celebrating her victory.
"The old man who suffered from the plague returns after being turned upside down!"
Li Changan quickly kicked aside the soldiers who came to capture him, led Mrs. Jin, opened the curtain, stepped out of the tent, and entered Master Jin's wine pool and meat forest.
Dreams match.
The couple discovered each other immediately.
Mr. Jin trembled on the spot, wailed, and tried to crawl under the bed.
However, the bottom of the bed was too small and the body was too fat to squeeze in. In a hurry, he scurried away and turned into a big mouse.
"How dare you run away if you don't cultivate yourself?!"
Madam Jin yelled and cursed, then she lunged forward and turned into a tiger-sized cat when she landed, smashing the bed into pieces with one slap.
After that, there were screams, begging for mercy, and curses. The two chased each other endlessly, knocking over the silver cup, breaking the porcelain cup, and turning the pool of fine wine into a puddle of muddy water.
But in the end, the mouse was defeated by the cat.
Soon Mr. Jin was forced into a corner and was about to fall into the clutches of his wife.
However, Mr. Jin suddenly kicked his legs and disappeared without a trace, and all his beauties also disappeared with him like a dream.
Mrs. Jin, who was furious, looked around and couldn't find anyone to vent her anger on, so she turned back and grabbed Li Chang'an who had tipped her off.
"Where did that old guy hide?!"
Li Changan smiled and said: "When I woke up from my dream, I naturally went home."
Wake up? Go home?
Mrs. Jin let go of Li Changan and muttered for a while.
Suddenly.
He picked up a knife and wiped his neck cleanly.
…
Watching Mrs. Jin’s body gradually disappear in the wine pool.
Li Changan finally sighed.
It's finally over.
I have seen a lot of eye-catching things today. I will go back and recite the sutra a few times to wash my mind.
The dream in front of me gradually collapsed, and the dark void surrounded me.
Li Chang waited quietly to wake up from his dream.
After a while.
He opened his eyes again.
The long and cold street was deserted. When I raised my head, I saw a blood moon hanging in the sky.
This decision is definitely not reality! Why are you still dreaming?
"Fellow Daoist Feng?"
"Feng Chong!"
No one responded in the void.
…………
"Why aren't the two Taoist priests awake?!"
Everyone in the Jin Mansion woke up one by one, but the two Taoist priests who had fallen asleep to save people were not awake. Bo Ziyu was so anxious that his mouth was bubbling, and his servants saw that he was so anxious that they all sneaked out to avoid being scolded.
Only the knight-errant Zhang Yi was still standing by the altar, but he just closed his eyes and concentrated, ignoring him.
This made Bo Ziyu even more anxious.
"Botou!"
A government official suddenly ran in in a panic.
"Outside..."
Bo Ziyu said impatiently: "Let the brothers outside be more honest, how can I care about them?"
But the yamen servant burst into tears: "There are monsters outside!"
monster?
Bo Ziyu was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at the two Taoists.
"I guard the altar."
Zhang Yi finally spoke.
"Go out and take a look."
Bo Ziyu's expression changed for a while.
"give it to you."
He walked out in a hurry.
…………
The deep night was filled with thick fog.
The small courtyard seemed to be isolated.
Weird wind noises came from outside the wall into the yard, making people panic.
On the high wall.
There should have only been a puddle of thorny moon covered by thick fog, but now, there were two groups of green firelight the size of human heads floating around.
Bo Ziyu was heartbroken and threw a torch.
The firelight flashed away, but the faces of everyone inside the wall instantly turned pale.
A startling glance.
Everyone glimpsed, behind the thick fog, a huge ferocious face crawled on the wall, the green firelight was eyes full of malice, and a huge mouth swallowed (harmony) the mist.
turn out to be.
What just happened was not the sound of wind, but the strange smile of the monster.