Taking the paint box, he walked upstairs and Lingpingan put it on top of the refrigerator.
Then he yawned, walked to the bedroom, put on his slippers and immediately shrank into bed.
Although, he is actually not cold.
but……
This is a habit.
Winter is coming, respect winter!
Soon he fell into a deep sleep and entered a sweet dream.
When he fell asleep, little monsters the size of pigeons emerged from the illusion.
They surround the paint box on top of the refrigerator.
The colorful lacquer box is full of aura.
Twisted tentacles protrude from the abdomens of these little monsters.
The tentacle slowly touched the paint box.
The color on the paint box fades, revealing its essence.
Decay, tatters, and evil mist linger on it.
These tentacles rolled out a broken invitation from the decayed lacquer box.
The invitations were spread out.
There is only one word on it.
The words written with blood and tears as ink and soul and soul as pen: injustice!
As soon as this word came out, the whole living room was instantly covered with frost and snow.
"Ha!" The thin man who was completely in the darkness seemed to appear in the living room.
He reached out and took the invitation.
"Injustice?" His expressionless face, even his facial features had been swallowed up by the darkness, actually showed a certain mocking look.
As the master's messenger.
As the executor of the great master’s will.
He didn't even bother to pay attention to this ant's complaint.
He even hates such behavior.
Leap level...
This is blasphemy!
But……
He held the invitation, but he did not dare to tear it into pieces.
We don't even dare to destroy the corpses and traces of them, we might as well destroy the world together.
Although He has done such things countless times.
But in the end...
He has no guts!
He knew his Master's temper.
I also understand the consequences of doing that.
After hesitating for a moment, He finally had to take the invitation and kneel down in front of his master's bed.
Everything can only be decided by the great and eternal master.
Everything is the result of His random choices.
Good and evil, good and evil, are completely unimportant.
What matters is that He is happy.
The master in his sleep turned over slightly.
Huh...huh...
………………………………
Mei Qing was almost thrown into a poisonous barrier by the weird man who called himself the 'Nine Spirits Yuansheng'.
"Fairy, walk slowly..." Inside the poison barrier, the weird nine-headed figure slowly retreated.
She raised her head and looked at the sun in the sky.
She couldn't believe that she could actually come out alive.
She clutched the dark booklet in her hand tightly.
She knows that this is her greatest support.
Taking a deep breath, she thought of something and quickly took out the gourd on her body and the red cloth in her arms.
Open the stopper of the gourd, clear water ripples in it, and a little bit of fragrance overflows.
I looked at the crucian carp in red cloth.
Every one of them is still alive and kicking!
"Let's go back first!" Mei Qing thought.
She wants to rush back and save the teacher's life!
……………………
In a daze, Lingpingan felt that there seemed to be someone in front of his bed.
He turned over, opened his eyes, and vaguely saw the shadow of the man.
It seemed to be a thin man, kneeling in front of his bed.
"Xiao Ao..." He blurted out: "You are here..."
The other person didn't speak.
The figure in front of the bed suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Lingpingan didn't think too much, he turned over and continued to sleep.
In his sleep, he saw a lot of strange things.
He didn't even think about why he called him "Xiao Ao".
Because there is no need for logic in dreams.
He continued to sleep.
Everything in the dream is extremely comfortable.
Bahba…bahba…
Click, click, click… click, click…
Faintly, these messy sounds seemed to be ringing in my ears again.
Like a lullaby, it allows the soul to fall peacefully into a deeper dream.
"The great spirit of all possibilities..." vaguely, he seemed to hear the prayers of countless people.
In front of my eyes I seemed to see huge chimneys rising from the ground.
A steel factory spewing thick smoke grew from scratch in the desert.
There seemed to be something singing in the red molten iron.
The roaring engine seemed to be right next to my ears.
The girl of steel with wings soars in the sky.
Pieces of steel ingots were forged, then processed into parts, and assembled into a magnificent mechanical palace.
The gears are turning and the chain is rolling.
This is a magnificent building composed of steel and machinery.
It is simply a miraculous building!
only……
"What does this thing use as energy source?" He smiled.
The dream continues to fall.
He saw a desolate planet.
In the orbit above the planet, in the huge star port, a behemoth is being assembled.
Countless huge turrets have been hoisted up.
The light of stars is projected from a distance.
The armor on the star port reflected dazzling light.
Faintly, he seemed to hear a sound, echoing in the universe.
"Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!"
In the blink of an eye, the dream world has changed.
He seemed to appear in a deep mountain filled with poisonous mist and flowing poisonous water.
"Well..." He looked around.
It seems to be a cave?
In the cave, strange-looking people, who looked like monsters on TV, all looked at him.
These monsters all kowtow: "I am the Buddha who is compassionate!"
Lingpingan was stunned, he lowered his head and looked under him.
He found that he seemed to be sitting cross-legged on a dark lotus platform.
He also seemed to be wearing a black cassock.
"I think about it every day and dream about it at night..." he thought: "It seems that I have dreamed about my novel..."
Thinking of this, he laughed.
"Ping Sheng!" He quickly assumed his role.
Why is he not familiar with the characters he wrote?
Wutian!
Crazy and cool!
A typical cool protagonist!
He's the kind of person who says, "I won't care about the flood after I die."
"Thank you, Buddha!" The monsters were overjoyed and kowtowed one after another.
A guy who seemed to have a yellow lion's head walked up to Lingpingan in tears at this time, bowed his head and said, "I am the Buddha who is merciful!"
"The little demon Huang Shi is too bold to die, please ask me, Buddha, to make the decision!"
Lingpingan looked at it, and he probably understood in his heart.
"Sure enough, I think about it day by day and dream about it at night..." He thought: "I just saw the replica lacquer box invitation tonight, and I dreamed of the real owner that night!"
"Moreover, it's a world view mixed with my novels..."
He asked calmly: "What grievance do you have?"
Just listen to this yellow lion spirit crying and worshiping: "I am the Buddha, the little demon yellow lion. Since you have spiritual wisdom, you have always adhered to the teachings of your ancestors..."
"Stop talking about cannibalism..."
"Even if they want to eat meat, they have to pay money and let the little monsters go to the merchant to buy it!"
Lingpingan nodded, this is a fact!
The yellow lion spirit in Journey to the West can be called a role model for monsters.
They actually give money for doing business and are even allowed to negotiate prices!
In the original novel, Monkey and Bajie, the transformed merchants, were actually allowed to enter the mountains instead of being eaten.
but……
In the end it was...
Under the golden cudgel, with one stroke of transcendence, all the monsters, big and small, all over the mountain were killed!
In comparison, the Dapeng of Shituoling devoured countless people in one gulp and ate countless heavenly soldiers and generals.
But not a single hair fell out!
There is also the deer demon from the Chechi Kingdom who takes the heart and liver of children and uses them as medicine.
It’s useless!
This is not the only yellow lion spirit!
In Journey to the West, what bad things did the three brothers of Luli Daxian in Fengxian County do?
Um……
Let the monks do hard labor, maybe forget it!
But they did a lot of good things.
Ask for rain, pray for blessings, etc.
What about the end?
The three brothers were ashes together...
Just listen to the yellow lion spirit crying: "The little demon has never harmed anyone in his life...but he stole the weapons of the master and apprentice and was killed..."
"Now that the little demon's body is dead and his soul is gone, only a trace of his thoughts are left. With the blessing of my Buddha, I can live here for a long time!"
"But the four masters and disciples are thriving..."
"The little demon heard that Tang Monk is now lying high in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Chang'an, and he is a powerful man in the East..."
"That monkey returned to Huaguo Mountain and dominated the area, calling himself the 'Great Sage Chaotian'!"
"The pig demon has returned to Gao Laozhuang and has three wives and four concubines. How happy he is!"
"That Sha Monk is still eating people and drinking blood in the Tongtian River, and he is very happy!"
"Even that little white dragon has unified the world and become the Dragon Lord of the Four Seas!"
"But the little demon can only stay in this mountain. He only wakes up for three moments every day..."
"The rest are confused, crazy and acting violently..."
"The little demon heard that Wutian Buddha has always been fair! The scriptures passed down tell people to cultivate their lives and be happy with their grudges..."
"But why is Buddha so unfair?"
As he said this, he kowtowed heavily and cried blood in his eyes.
Lingpingan listened and was stunned.
Because he felt that what this monster said seemed to make sense!
In that book, in his setting, there seems to be something like grudges and grudges, and only seeking this life.
Now, in this dream, he suddenly woke up.
There seems to be something wrong with the logic.
This is a bit embarrassing.
Fortunately, as a writer of online articles, there is nothing that cannot be resolved.
Lingpingan laughed: "You little demon, how can you be so confused!"
The yellow lion spirit raised his head.
Lingpingan pinched his fingers, and with a casual touch, a bit of black spiritual light fell on its heavenly spirit cover.
"Let me take you to see the world hundreds of years ago..."
With a wave of the hand, time and space are reversed, and the world changes.
Everything around me is changing rapidly.
In an instant, green water and mountains, birds singing and flowers fragrant.
Lingpingan gently pulled the yellow lion spirit and took it through thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed on the Lion Camel Ridge.
This kind of illogical thing can only appear in dreams, and only in dreams can people not find it strange.
"look……"
Lingpingan pointed to the Shitu Ridge, which was filled with demonic mist and was filled with people whose flesh had been chopped off, their bones shaved off, and demonic corpses.
"This is Shituoling..."
"At the foot of Lingshan Mountain, at the intersection of Xitian Road..."
"Do you remember what Tathagata once said?"
"I look at the four major continents, and the good and evil of all living beings are different in each direction. Those in the Shenzhou in the east respect heaven and earth, and feel refreshed and calm; those in the giant Luzhou in the north are fond of killing, but they only make a living and are clumsy and emotionally indifferent.
, there is no need for many practices; I, the people of Xiniu Hezhou, are not greedy and do not kill, nourish their energy and potential, although they are supremely true, everyone can live a long life; but the people of Nanfangbuzhou are greedy for sex and enjoy misfortunes, killing many, as the saying goes, words are evil
Field, sea of right and wrong..."
"Huang Shi, look, this place can be regarded as 'don't be greedy, don't kill, nourish the energy and submerge the soul'?" A sneer escaped from the corner of Lingpingan's mouth.
Huang Shijing looked stupidly at the Shituoling Mountains in front of him, the country at the gate of Xitian and at the foot of Lingshan Mountain.
If there is no greed and no killing here, then...
Its Leopard Head Mountain can be regarded as paradise on earth and a Buddhist kingdom on earth!
Lingpingan smiled and waved his hand again.
He had already appeared in Dongtu with the Yellow Lion Spirit.
A monk, riding a white horse, walked slowly among the high mountains.
Surrounded by green mountains and green waters, it looks like a paradise.
Lingpingan smiled slightly and said: "Huang Shijing, look at this place, but it's 'greedy for sex and happy for misfortunes, killing more and more. It's the so-called murderous place of words, a sea of right and wrong?'"
The yellow lion spirit looked at this place, the mountains that had never seen even a hint of demonic mist, and shook its head.
"Then do you know why Tathagata is like this?" Lingpingan looked back and asked.
Huang Shijing shook his head.
Lingpingan laughed: "Nothing else... what Tathagata calls it is just justification by faith!"
"Only those who believe in His Mahayana Buddhism and recite His Mahayana Buddhism sutras are righteous people, and only those who are worthy of 'not greedy, not killing, nourishing Qi and potential'!"
"Therefore, even though the Lion and Camel Ridge treats humans as animals, it even swallows up heavenly soldiers and generals alive..."
"Burning, killing, looting and looting in broad daylight..."
"However, the wings of the Tathagata are everywhere on the top and bottom of Shituoling..."
"We all praise His Dharma and Buddhist scriptures..."
"Therefore, Tathagata, with his eyes open, also wants to say, 'I am the West Niu Hezhou, neither greedy nor killing, nourishing my energy and potential!"
"But this Eastern Land is the land of Taoism, and its Buddhist scriptures and Dharma have not been recited, so we have to open our eyes to criticize and slander!"
"I couldn't stand the Tathagata's hypocritical face, so I smashed his golden body..."
"but……"
He looked back at Huang Shijing: "The so-called difference between closeness and distance..."
"Those four masters and disciples, by my grace, are my minions..."
"Therefore, even if they burn, kill, loot and commit all kinds of evil, they are still my minions!"
"This is the true scripture and dharma I preach!"
"Break hypocrisy and return to reality!"
The Yellow Lion Spirit was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Then he came to his senses, bowed his head and said, "My Buddha is merciful, and the little demon understands!"
Lingpingan smiled and waved his hand.
He returned to the cave filled with poison and poisonous water flowing across it.
One by one, the monsters bowed their heads in worship.
The yellow lion spirit even kowtowed three hundred times and was extremely grateful: "Little demon, thank me for the Buddha's advice!"
"You must work hard and practice diligently the true scriptures and true Dharma of our Buddha!"
Lingpingan nodded, looking like a child who could be taught: "That's good! That's good!"
I dreamed of this, but I woke up.
It was already dark, and the sounds of cars and people on the street outside could be heard one after another.
Lingpingan scratched his head: "It's strange... I seem to have had a dream about Journey to the West..."
He recalled the dream.
"I seem to have dreamed that I became the Wutian Buddha in my book..."
"I seem to have dreamed of a monster?"
He scratched his head. Many details of the dream were very clear, making him once think that he was Wutian Buddha.
Only when he woke up now did he realize that he was still himself.
An ordinary, powerless bookstore owner.
"Haha..." He got up and shook his head: "It's really strange..."
"It seems that it was probably because the reader came to the door last night..." he said.
