Chapter 448 When you fall into a dream, the mountains of Annod lead you
At the head of an alley in a certain material world
In the house deep in the alley, Wei Fei was carefully grinding the incense plate in front of him.
The mobile phone that was left charging next to me kept wandering between the locked screen and the bright screen.
Wei Fei knew that it was the various chat groups gathering for New Year's Day.
However, maybe because he had to work tomorrow, Wei Fei didn't feel much about it.
He misses the New Year even more.
After all, although there are many troublesome things, it is finally a quite long period of rest.
There were wisps of smoke lingering in the rather sealed room.
Wei Fei turned a deaf ear and continued with the matter at hand.
He couldn't tell whether he liked or hated rubbing incense.
But I can finally find something to do so that I won't end up on the street.
Occasionally, the laughter of girls could be heard outside, which made Wei Fei stop and listen quietly.
It was a life full of vitality, completely different from him.
Wei Fei didn't think about the future, it was too far away.
Soon, a plate of fragrant embryos was prepared.
Wei Fei has a general taste for fragrances made from various precious woods.
Because that sounds quite classy.
By chance, he was cutting grass to clear a path in the mountains, picking up herbs and vines.
After it was kneaded and ground into incense, it seemed to be completely different from the painting style.
They say that's called art...
Wei Fei shook his head, he didn't understand what they meant by art.
Wei Fei put the prepared incense aside. It would take some time to take shape.
Later, Wei Fei took out a plate from his inventory.
Then, it was lit in front of a wooden sign in the middle of the back room.
This was the instruction of the old craftsman who passed on the incense-making skills to him.
At this moment, Wei Fei's left eye twitched suddenly.
Um?
Looks like you're going to have good luck this year...
Wei Fei thought silently.
And then, his right eye twitched suddenly again.
Wei Fei pondered for a while.
md, feudal superstition...
Wei Fei rubbed his right eye noncommittally.
Maybe the smoke hit my eyes.
He thought so.
Otherwise, what kind of ghosts and gods can there really be?
Wei Fei glanced at the sign inside.
There were some fancy words engraved on it, which looked like ancient seal script.
Wei Fei actually didn't care about this.
Just like during the Chinese New Year, when passing by a small temple, he would go in and light a few incense candles.
But if you really have any ideas, they are just along the way.
Wei Fei sat in the back room and thought silently.
Maybe it was because it was late, but the surroundings suddenly became much quieter.
He has to wait for the incense to finish burning - according to the old craftsman, this is also tradition.
However, Wei Fei always felt that it might be an attempt by the ancestors to find peace among the complicated family affairs.
After all, every time the old craftsman lost an argument with his wife, he would go and offer incense.
If it was really to worship God, then God would probably be a little annoyed with this old craftsman who came here every two days.
Unfortunately, the old craftsman passed away last year.
Wei Fei silently looked at the plate of incense that was gradually burning. Unknowingly, it was almost finished.
Wei Fei then stood up and prepared to leave.
And at this moment, he heard a certain sound:
"Why do you worship me?"
Wei Fei suddenly trembled, and then he slowly turned around.
At this time, he discovered that the wooden sign that he had watched the old craftsman make out of miscellaneous materials had somehow disappeared.
A snow-white bird was staring at him quietly...
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"You said you saw a bird? Or a white bird?"
The old Taoist priest looked at Wei Fei in front of him, and then asked in a calm tone.
Wei Fei nodded quickly.
"Then what did you wish for it?"
The old Taoist priest took a sip of tea and asked with great interest.
"It's not that I'm inexperienced. I'm embarrassed to just open my mouth and talk about making a fortune, millions and millions and so on."
"I just thought that if I learn some kung fu, not to mention cutting mountains and chopping rocks, I can make a small fortune by slaughtering cows with my bare hands."
Wei Fei said with a smile.
"Then you are on the right track. If it is really that person who has also been in charge of killing, it will not be a problem to teach you some mortal martial arts."
The old Taoist immediately smiled and said.
"Then what?"
The old Taoist grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started eating them. Wei Fei thought that he was probably in a state of listening to storytelling.
Also, if Wei Fei hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wei Fei would have thought this was extremely ridiculous.
But the old Taoist was the one with the most extraordinary temperament he had ever seen.
If it hadn't been for the flood the year before last, the old Taoist would have sprained his foot when going down the mountain.
Wei Fei probably still harbors some kind of hermit-master plot idea towards the other party.
However, the old Taoist has a good personality and knows a lot, and Wei Fei will chat with him when he is free.
"Then i woke up……"
"I took a look and the incense had just finished burning..."
Wei Fei scratched his head, always feeling that this matter was a bit mysterious.
"Read less novels and learn more."
"You should first find out what Xuanniao means."
"If you understand what's going on, you won't panic anymore, and you won't have random thoughts."
"This is cultivation, it's not that mysterious."
The old Taoist listened to the story for a long time and did not make fun of him.
He just smiled and said this.
Afterwards, the old Taoist left.
Wei Fei took out his cell phone and checked it, and suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
But the scene before was completely different from what he usually dreamed about.
That kind of real, clear memory is clearly separated from ordinary dreams.
Back home, Wei Fei still felt a little dazed.
He plucked up the courage and ran to the memorial tablet in the back room to take a look. The wooden tablet was still placed there intact.
It was as if everything that had happened before was really just a dream.
Wei Fei fell asleep with some subtle emotions.
Then, he glimpsed the reality...
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Yi Chun looked at the mortal thing below with great curiosity.
He had tried to make a black bird totem before.
In a sense, Xuanniao's totem sacrifice is like a public belief within a limited group.
Yi Chun responded to the call of a mortal.
However, the other party seems to have no relevant experience.
In other words, he may not have thought that he could really call the gods in this way.
Yi Chun doesn't need followers, but he needs targets.
Just like he used the green skin as a target to pull the entire Annod into the dream world.
Yi Chun needs a target so that he can obtain a certain degree of dream master power in other planes.
Those groups that worship black birds are good targets.
Yi Chun once made a similar attempt.
But at that time, he could only simply pass on some spells.
Now, he can directly transfer his consciousness and power like a god.
However, Yi Chun still ignored some things:
He is no longer the mortal being he once was, but now has the power of the master of dreams.
Just existence and contact will lead to some transformation of ordinary things.
And the other party's call was like a religious ritual, making this connection even closer.
Therefore, when the other party falls into a deep sleep, his soul is inevitably attracted...
This gave Yi Chun some inspiration.
"Don't panic."
Yi Chun said.
The mountains and rivers of Arnold ring with his gentle whisper.
"Since you long for power, then achieve it through the sharpening of the sword."
The next moment, Yi Chun led the other party's soul to a certain layer of the dream world.
There, he will continue to fight.
Until his mortal body wakes up...
Then, Wei Fei looked solemnly at the orc in front of him whose arms were thicker than his thighs.