Lu Zhengkang felt that this sentence might be used as an advertising slogan for a sleep mask.
In fact, he knows very well that although sleepwalking is new to him, he is not unfamiliar with dreams. Lu Zhengkang has always liked to dream. Dreams are a reward of relaxation given by the brain. Of course,
It can be frightening. Lu Zhengkang treats dreams as watching movies, and sleepwalking is also a VR game.
Different from the normal game experience, Lu Zhengkang's sleepwalking takes place in reality after all. Actions in the game usually do not affect reality, while sleepwalking is completely based on reality.
Lu Zhengkang was once curious about why those sleepwalkers could still move around with their eyes closed, relying on the instinct of their limbs? But for him, when he was sleepwalking, he could still see his surroundings with his eyes closed, and everything around him was flowing.
It entered his heart. This experience itself can be recognized as enlightenment.
The perception of heaven and earth poured into his mind through some medium that Lu Zhengkang was not clear about. Perhaps it was the memory of the ancestors?
He looked at the moon above his head. Who would think that a green moon is normal? This moon looks like a moldy pancake, especially the shadow of the moon sea, which is completely moldy.
The Immortal Platform is so calm that one can hear the sound of one's own breath spreading in the air. But it is actually quite lively here. Lu Zhengkang will notice the shadows of the founders. They are like jagged spots of moonlight on the ground, somewhat blurry.
Some are even more blurry. Only the back of the Patriarch who led Lu Zhengkang to the big library is clear, but the scene ahead can still be seen through his hollow body.
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and looked at his body. It was also empty. His clothes were transparent, his skin, muscles and bones were transparent, and his internal organs were transparent. It was transparent but not crystal clear. It was completely like a light-transmitting mosquito net. He walked lightly on the road. Lu Zhengkang didn't know what was happening in reality.
Have you ever stumbled?
In the big library, the big library was very quiet at night. The master did not study here. He went to the main peak yesterday, probably preparing for the Immortal Fate Conference. As for the other uncles and uncles, they may be in retreat. Lu Zhengkang was stunned.
, he actually hoped to meet an acquaintance here, but the big library was surprisingly deserted tonight, and there were still a few shadowy figures of the ancestors wandering around here.
On the first floor, there was a Taoist priest with a vague face sitting on the Dharma throne, and several Patriarchs were scattered on the futons in front of him. The Taoist preaching on the Dharma throne had a pale face with only one mouth.
Lu Zhengkang stared at his lips and vaguely heard some chaotic syllables.
There is no sound, but there is clear soft light in the surrounding air, layer upon layer, like a layer of tangled petals, and even smells. Without touching it, it seems that you can feel being touched by this light and sound. The five senses are filled with chaotic information.
, wrap tightly.
"Don't look." The twelfth generation leader turned his head and told him.
Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes. He knew that it was a world belonging to the immortal masters. They, including Lu Zhengkang's non-Dao body, could see the deep world, and their senses could directly see the shape of Tao. The words they spoke were not words, but the Tao.
The form is transmitted through the medium of organs and spiritual energy. Monks with high moral standards are short-term people.
Things like Tao are poisonous to the weak.
Lu Zhengkang's current body is just a mortal. A mortal who has just begun to build the foundation cannot listen to the words, even if this building is the remaining memory of ancient times.
Everything in dreams can be alive, including dead things.
The twelfth generation leader stepped up the stairs. With every step, the entire library seemed to be trembling, like a yawn. The tiles, beams, and tenon joints trembled, mixed into vague words: "Master... you are here.
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"Pick one of the silverfish I raise."
The big library was still shaking, and people queued up and jumped down the stairs on the third floor. Rolls of old books were lined up in front of the ancestors, and they opened them by themselves. The pages flipped, revealing mildew spots, holes, and as if there were holes in the books.
An insect as stagnant as a specimen.
Lu Zhengkang attributed everything that happened in front of him to the discrepancy between his fantasy and the real situation, which led to the specific expression of dreams. He was sure that he was sleepwalking in reality, so everything he saw should be just his imagination. Of course, the big library in reality is
A dead object is not a demon or a magic weapon.
But the ancestors are not lying. The great uncle has personally confirmed it.
Therefore, the fact that the Big Library came to life cannot be established in reality or in sleepwalking. It can only be said that Lu Zhengkang's own imagination. He doesn't know the real situation. Maybe it is just that he entered the third world under the guidance of the phantom of the ancestor.
Lou found these books with silverfish in them.
It would not be surprising at all if he woke up early tomorrow morning and found himself lying in the big library.
The dreams are getting deeper and deeper, and the memories he keeps are becoming more and more blurry. Until now, he is not even sure whether he is still awake.
The founder walked among the books, squatting down from time to time to look at the silverfish in the pages of the book, looking at their development, just like a silkworm farmer harvesting silk.
"Little disciple, have you ever heard of Pulse Watch?"
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "It is a legendary bookworm. Scholars can use it to decoct medicine and take it, and they can lift people from high school to high school."
The Patriarch nodded, "The silverfish from the scholars' family eat the sages' characters, and the pulse reading they cultivate will naturally increase their literary spirit. The silverfish from the immortal family eat the immortal's characters, and the pulse reading they cultivate has the effect of reborn."
Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "How about you give me a ten-eight-point answer first?"
"Eight out of ten? This thing is hard to find even in several armors. It is rarer than the ocher essence in the dragon's veins!" The founder's diligent and thrifty housekeeping look is very similar to that of the contemporary head Chen Chenzi, mainly due to his shrewdness and kindness.
Oily taste.
Lu Zhengkang felt that what he saw in front of him was not the shadow of the ancestor who was happily plowing the fields, but a blurry group of images.
"Here, let me pick one for you."
"Okay, give me one!"
When Yimaiwang ate the fairy characters, his stomach was naturally full of fairy water. The ring-shaped soft and transparent worms were like chive threads between the teeth. After being pulled out from the pages of the book, they rolled up and turned into rings, like
The Patriarch grabbed a blue earthworm, walked to Lu Zhengkang, and motioned him to raise his head and open his mouth.
Lu Zhengkang obeyed, and the Patriarch put the pulse test into his mouth and said loudly: "Chew!"
Chew, chew hard, like eating a cool, fruity gummy candy.
Lu Zhengkang swallowed the pulse test, just like swallowing a moon.
The world in front of me quickly dimmed.
When he woke up the next day, the boss was flipping through books at the desk.