Ye Wudao suddenly released a burst of energy, smashing the old monk's figure to pieces on the spot.
This time it took the old monk a long time to get his figures back together again.
He asked angrily: "Shen Shuai, what do you mean?"
Ye Wudao: "Old man, I have to say, your dream-telling trick is really wonderful."
"If I really believed that I was dead in the dream, then in reality I would never be able to wake up."
"But it's a pity that the dream you told me is full of loopholes. I won't believe it."
Amitabha.
The old monk recited a Buddhist chant: "Donor, you are deceiving yourself. You know that this is not a dream, but reality."
"These signs are enough to prove it."
"Besides, monks don't lie."
"Donor Ye, I can understand your mood at the moment, but escaping is not the solution..."
Ye Wudao: "Is it realistic? Well, let me ask you, why did I die?"
Old monk: "You should still remember Wang Xing. Wang Xing hurt your mental strength during the day!"
"The trauma is not serious. If you repair it in time, there will be no problem at all."
"It's a pity that instead of recovering your mental power, you even fell asleep, causing the loss of mental power and ultimately the loss of your soul."
Ye Wudao: "Perhaps you don't know yet, but I have a divine dragon protecting my body."
"When my life is threatened, the Dragon of National Destiny will appear to protect my life."
"I will never die."
The old monk thought for a moment and said: "The national destiny dragon can sometimes be careless."
"What's more, your mental power is passing away bit by bit. It's normal for the National Fortune Shenlong not to feel the threat of death."
Ye Wudao: "I am a great and handsome man. When I die, I will be buried in this small place?"
The old monk said: "Master God, you have forgotten that you have made a will that if you unfortunately die, you will bury your body in a quiet place."
"I think this place should be clean enough."
Ye Wudao: "Who buried my body?"
Old monk: "Of course it's your wife, daughter, and subordinates."
fart!
Ye Wudao scolded: "If I really die, the first thing my men will do is to overthrow the world, find the culprit, behead him and bury him with me!"
"Instead of burying me immediately."
"What's more, the king of the country will definitely attend my funeral and enjoy the treatment of a state funeral."
"However, this funeral procession is really shabby."
The old monk looked calm on the surface, but actually he was a little panicked in his heart.
He didn't know how to continue lying.
He bit the bullet and explained: "Since ancient times, I, Daxia, have been particular about burying you in peace. Your subordinates buried you as soon as possible because they wanted you to rest in peace."
"You should understand them."
Fuck you!
Ye Wudao could feel the old monk's panic, which proved that this was indeed a dream.
He released a burst of energy and smashed the old monk into pieces: "Old man, remember this for me."
"You'd better start running away now, otherwise the first thing I will do when I wake up is to catch you and behead you in public!"
After that, Ye Wudao swept another wave of energy towards the mourning crowd, and the crowd immediately collapsed and disappeared.
The world became quiet.
However, Ye Wudao still didn't wake up and was still trapped in his sleep.
Ye Wudao tried his best, but still couldn't break free from the dream.
"Damn it!" Ye Wudao cursed in a low voice: "The dream weaved by the old monk was so real and so solid that I couldn't break free for a while."
If you have been trapped in a dream, what is the difference between yourself in reality and a dead body?
How to do how to do?
Ye Wudao was a little restless.
At this time, the old monk reappeared.
He was full of emotions: "The commander-in-chief really lives up to his reputation. He can actually see through my nightmare."
"But, so what, if you want to escape from the dream, it will take at least a year and a half."