Chapter 118 The big dream just woke up, all come back!
"That's good, that's good. You finally woke up."
Zhou Yi lowered his head and looked at Kong Dongliu, who was shaking violently as if struggling in some way, and nodded slightly.
The human body is a duckweed in the world, and it is also a lonely boat that protects the soul.
The method used by Grandma Kongshan to assassinate Kong Dongliu was to lure his soul into a dream, where it would be weakened day and night silently.
No matter Azi asked Kong Dongliu for copper coins, silver coins, or anything else, it was actually Kong Dongliu's soul essence.
When Kong Dongliu was completely taken away from this dream, he died alone.
His soul naturally fell apart and disappeared into ashes.
Fortunately, at this moment, Kong Dongliu realized that everything was false and that ghosts were harming him.
His soul, which had been depleted of essence, finally began to awaken on its own.
And he realized that in this state, even if his soul could return to his physical body, his vitality would be severely damaged.
The soul follows the energy, and the soul possesses the body.
If the soul is damaged, the physical body will naturally suffer from constant diseases.
Therefore, at this time, Kong Dongliu's soul is trying to get rid of the shackles of the dream and claim the missing essence.
"Amitabha, if you help yourself, God will help you. Since you are enlightened, I will help you, little monk."
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged.
Look at your nose with your eyes, look at your heart with your nose, and recite the Unnamed Buddhist Sutra.
Halfway up the windswept mountainside, a faint golden glow appeared faintly.
Zhou Yi's chanting voice became louder and louder.
Wisps of transparent shadows flew from all directions and returned to Kong Dongliu's soul.
The number of stolen essences continued to increase, and Kong Dongliu's soul gradually became full.
He turned to look at the young holy monk who was chanting Buddhist sutras, his eyes full of gratitude.
Gradually, his face became plumper, but his hair became thinner and thinner.
…
"No, I fell into a trap!"
In the mountain col, Azi's face changed suddenly as she was teasing Xiao Langjun.
The other female ghosts also noticed something was wrong.
They resisted the temptation of the pure Yang energy surging in front of them, raised their heads, and looked halfway up the mountain.
A golden halo, like a sun disk in the rain, is blooming.
And in that halo, two figures were vaguely visible.
"Kong Lang!"
Ah Zi was stunned, panic and nervousness gradually appeared in her eyes.
The young man with tender skin and tender flesh in front of him, who is full of yang, is no longer so fragrant. After all, Kong Dongliu is her mission.
She let go of the young man, took off into the air, and flew halfway up the mountain.
"elder sister!"
The female ghosts stopped playing and reluctantly let go of the young man and flew upwards.
But at this moment, the young man suddenly smiled, and the place turned into an elm leaf.
When the female ghosts saw this scene in mid-air, they were all dumbfounded, and immediately their expressions became solemn.
The golden circle of light above them was like a haze, shrouding their hearts at this moment.
Extremely heavy.
…
Halfway up the mountain, the female ghost Azi slowly floated down.
As soon as she stood still, two strings of tears burst out of her eyes.
"Husband...husband...how did you become like this?"
Ah Zi burst into tears and looked at the two bald monks on the hillside.
The handsome man before, who was two points more attractive than the young man transformed from the elm leaf, was now with his eyes slightly closed, chanting Buddhist scriptures and reciting some words.
And the monk at the back is none other than my husband, Kong Dongliu!
At this time, Kong Dongliu, with his eyebrows lowered and his face calm, was quietly listening to the young eminent monk's sermon. No matter how loud Ah Zi cried, he was indifferent.
Surprise and hatred flashed across Ah Zi's eyes.
She stopped crying, pinched her sleeves, and quietly wiped away her tears. There were faint traces of tears on her cheeks, but a strong smile appeared on her face. She walked forward slowly and said softly: "Husband, it's getting late, hurry up.
Let's go home with Azi."
Kong Dongliu suddenly raised his head: "Stop, don't come over, you harmful ghost woman! Go back to your shabby tea garden!"
Ah Zi's body trembled slightly and she looked at Kong Dongliu in disbelief: "Husband... what are you talking about? What kind of ghost woman? Why can't I understand this?"
Kong Dongliu glanced sideways and gritted his teeth: "I saw everything that happened just now! You and your group of cousins seduced that young man... It was extremely ugly, unsightly, and extremely disgusting.
, now that things have happened, what else do you have to say!"
Ah Zi glanced at Zhou Yi who was reciting Buddhist scriptures, then sighed softly, with a look of disappointment on his face.
"Husband, haven't I told you? There are many wild Taoists and fake monks in this world. They just don't like others and are desperately trying to break us up. What you saw just now was all deliberately performed by him.
It's just an illusion. If you don't believe it, I will show you my heart and soul."
Kong Dongliu was startled when he heard this, and saw a sharp dagger in Ah Zi's hand. He laughed sadly and raised it high.
"mother……"
Kong Dongliu stretched out his hand forward with a look of unbearability, but after a long while, he finally did not say the word "子".
The look of disappointment in Ah Zi's eyes became more intense.
She sighed deeply and said quietly: "I never thought that the three years of love between slave and king would be no match for this fake monk's chanting. Kong Lang, since you don't believe in slave, I will dig out my heart and give you a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, warm blood spilled three feet away.
Ah Zi's dagger was inserted straight into her heart, creating a gap. When she pulled it out, there was already a beating heart in her hand.
The heart seemed to be transparent, and a hazy figure was reflected inside. In a blink of an eye, it became clear that it was Kong Dongliu.
"Mr. Sir, please see, in the slave's heart, isn't it you who is pretending?"
Kong Dongliu stared blankly.
Gradually, his expression became uncertain, his face hesitant, and his eyes hesitant.
Feeling that Kong Lang had been persuaded by him and was about to change his mind, the female ghost holding the heart in her hand glanced at the handsome monk who was still bowing his head and chanting sutras, with a hint of pride in his eyes.
"Amitabha……"
Zhou Yi finally raised his head.
He did not look at Kong Dongliu or the female ghosts, his eyes seemed to be cast to a very far away place, the other side of the world hidden deep in his past dreams.
"Lao Si...the old master often said that the women at the foot of the mountain are more terrifying than tigers.
However, the really scary thing is not those people who tell lies and deceive you.
But those who seem to have you in their hearts, occasionally think about you, and even have a close relationship with you.
Because you never know how much you occupy in their hearts and how much others occupy.
She may have you in her heart, but your weight will never be as large as half of the nail on her little finger.
If you are willing to do so, just use it as a spare tire and don't complain, you are asking for it.
There are so many good women in the world, why would you want to find a green tea one?
But if you are not willing to give in, then it is best to cut off everything with him as soon as possible, and then say it lightly..."
Hearing this, Kong Dongliu's eyes were completely awake and there was no longer any nostalgia.
He stood up tall, glared angrily, and roared at Ah Zi:
"My mother! I am your ancestor! Female ghost! If you don't deceive and steal everything from me, hand over everything!"
As if Azi was struck by lightning, her hand shook, and the transformed heart fell to the ground and turned into nothing.
Wisps of bright white gas flowed out of her body and flew back into Kong Dong's fluid.