Speaking of this, he stopped and looked up at Li Qiang.

"So you're ready?"

In fact, Li Qiang was still confused, what about one world, what about two worlds?

Li Qiang was a little impatient and didn't bother to talk to him anymore, although Li Qiang knew that he must be for Li Qiang's good.

So Li Qiang nodded and said, ready.

After all, Li Qiang knew that there was no other way than such a choice. Leaving Liujiazhen ten years ago, Li Qiang couldn't help himself. Although Li Qiang was young at that time, when he left, Li Qiang's heart was also very sad.

I thought that after hiding for more than ten years, everything would pass, but I never thought that I still didn't avoid the pursuit of the dream demon.

So Li Qiang is out of the way, Li Qiang can't lose Liujiazhen more than ten years ago, and now he has lost Li Qiang's master.

The old monk sighed lightly, looking a little helpless.

He folded his hands and bowed twice to the Buddha statue in front of him, muttering to himself:

"Everything is cause and effect, everything is cause and effect......"

After saying that, he bent down and opened the red cloth wrapped in the small jar with his own hands.

The brown clay pot was presented in front of Li Qiang, and when he took it out from the Yin Yang Market, he didn't look at it carefully because he was in a hurry to leave.

Only now did I find out that the clay pot was engraved with patterns.

The pattern is carved in great detail, and if you look closely, you can see that there are some strange-shaped monsters, and there are some weak human beings, all of whom kneel on the ground, bowing their heads and bowing, which looks very humble.

On the other side, there are also some flames, lightning, and clouds, which are intertwined.

The old monk instructed his fox demon apprentice to go to the gate of the temple to pick two willow leaves, and those people nodded and agreed, and it didn't take long for them to come. In front of the old monk.

Looking down, the two leaves are not the same. One is dark green, with a smooth surface like wax, and it looks like it has just been plucked from the tree, holding it with great vitality.

The other was yellow, and the petioles had withered, and it looked like it had fallen from the tree for a long time.

"Pick a ......"

The old monk held the clay pot in both hands, tilted it slowly, and poured a few tears of the dream demon on each leaf.

The tears on the dry leaves soon gathered together and stayed in the middle of the leaves, round and rolling like dewdrops.

And the tears on the dark green leaves were scattered into countless droplets. Because of the smooth surface of the leaves, they swim back and forth as if they were alive.

"Pick one and drink it......"

The old monk still said without hurrying.

Li Qiang looked at the clay pot, and it seemed to be empty. I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, the tears of the dream demon that I had worked so hard to get back were actually just two drops.

Fortunately, the tears I bought were spent on the underworld coins, if the money in reality wouldn't it make Li Qiang feel distressed to death.

What is the alternative, Li Qiang reached out and carefully picked up the dark green leaf, raised his head, and slid it slightly, and the few drops of dew slipped into Li Qiang's mouth.

In fact, Li Qiang had already prepared before this, and Li Qiang thought that the tears of this dream demon were such an extraordinary thing, and there must be a special taste for him.

Maybe after drinking, I will sleep hard for three days and three nights, and after waking up, I will open my eyes or something.

To Li Qiang's surprise, after the dew slid into Li Qiang's mouth in the past few days, he didn't feel anything except for a little sourness.

Li Qiang turned his head to look at the old monk, wondering in his heart, was he mistaken, did this method work?

The old monk was still expressionless, and carefully picked up the other leaf, put it into the jar with the dew on it, re-closed the lid, wrapped it in a red cloth, and put it into the wooden box.

He held his hands together and respectfully placed them in front of the Buddha statue. Put your hands together and bow a few times. There were words in his mouth for a while, his voice was very small, and Li Qiang couldn't hear what he was talking about.

Then he turned around, waved his hand at Li Qiang and said:

"Go out and walk along the spring to the mountain, there is a cave under the acorn tree halfway up the mountain, where your master is hiding in the Khitan ancient tomb, you go to the door to worship him......"

Li Qiang nodded in agreement, turned around and went out, pondering in his heart while walking up along the spring. This old monk is quite strange, why did he ask Li Qiang to take Master Li Qiang for no reason?

He just faked his death to hide in it, and he didn't really pass away.

I walked up for a while, and when I looked up halfway up the mountain, I saw that the spring was not far in front of me, and the sun in the sky was shining white.

Suddenly, Li Qiang felt bursts of soreness all over his body, as if he had not rested after several days of heavy work in one go.

Li Qiang, who was tired in the blink of an eye, didn't even have the strength to lift his legs.

The upper and lower eyelids began to fight violently, and Li Qiang tried hard to open his eyes but couldn't pull them away.

His body fell to the ground with a limp, and he fell asleep with his head tilted.

Beside him was the spring water left on the mountainside of Baiquan, and Li Qiang could even clearly hear him flowing in Li Qiang's ears. Li Qiang struggled to get up, but to no avail.

In the end, Li Qiang still gave up, so just like that, Li Qiang entered a dream, which was a dream that Li Qiang knew about the dream.

In this way, Li Qiang had a dream, this dream was messy, and everything that happened in the dream was simply illogical.

Li Qiang first dreamed of a wasteland, full of knee-high weeds. It was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, and a gust of north wind was blowing, hitting people's faces and hurting, and it seemed that it was a harsh winter.

Looking down, Li Qiang was holding a gray blanket in his hand, and something was bulging inside.

Li Qiang was also carrying a shovel in his other hand. In front of me was a piece of dirt that had been turned over, and a small pit had been dug out.

It seems that this dirt pit was dug by Li Qiang in the dream, so Li Qiang involuntarily threw the gray cloth bag into the dirt pit. Li Qiang picked up the shovel and filled the soil one by one, and after a while, he buried it solidly.

Li Qiang got some weeds to cover it, and from a distance, it seemed as if nothing had happened here.

But Li Qiang's heart was always very puzzled, and he always wanted to know what was wrapped in the cloth bag. But Li Qiang in the dream was uncontrollable, and did not open the pit again to open the blanket.

So Li Qiang turned around and walked back with a shovel, and after just a few steps, it was dark in front of him. The feeling of not seeing his fingers made Li Qiang feel a little frightened.

Bang Bang Bang Bang ......

There was a sound overhead, and the sound was exactly the same as when Li Qiang filled in the soil just now.

Sure enough, dust fell on Li Qiang's head and body, and Li Qiang hurriedly slapped it with his hands, but the soil became more and more heavy, and even some stones and mud were entrained.

Soon it gathered into a pile under Li Qiang's feet, and the mound was still growing rapidly.

Li Qiang was trapped in place and couldn't move, just like that, he watched the dirt pass over Li Qiang's chest.

Li Qiang felt a huge pressure pressing on Li Qiang, and Li Qiang's breathing became more and more difficult.

Li Qiang tried to struggle hard, but suddenly found that he was paralyzed and had no strength at all.

In the end, the civil engineering passed over Li Qiang's head, and Li Qiang was buried alive.

Li Qiang's breathing became weaker and weaker, just a second before Li Qiang lost consciousness, the world in front of him brightened, and the soil buried in Li Qiang's body suddenly became transparent.

It turned out that Li Qiang buried Li Qiang himself!

After a while, it was dark in front of him, and Li Qiang entered another dream, this dream Li Qiang had done before, and Li Qiang remembered it clearly.

That was when Li Qiang was seven years old, he escaped from the willow ditch, and dreamed that the entire Liujia Town fell into a fire, and the fire stood up to the sky, burning the distant mountains and trees, houses and farmland of Liujia Town.

Neither the living people nor the livestock in the yard were spared, and the living fireballs ran everywhere, and the heart-rending shouts were shocking.

The fire lasted for three days and three nights, and eventually Liujiazhen was reduced to ashes. Everywhere is burnt black, and the air is filled with the smell of burnt flesh, and the smell is particularly unpleasant, which makes people feel depressed for a while.

In the dream, Li Qiang stood alone in front of the big stone monument at the entrance of the village, looking at everything in front of him in a daze.

So Li Qiang became the only survivor in this village.

Li Qiang woke up with a sigh and sat up suddenly, only to find that Li Qiang was still lying next to the spring, the spring water was flowing loudly, and nothing had changed.

I reached out and touched my forehead, but I didn't know if it was the sweat from the fright in the nightmare, or the spring water stained by me.

Li Qiang stood up slowly, the feeling of soreness just now was gone, and it was very comfortable instead.

It seems that after running more than ten kilometers in the cool morning at the Chaoyang Temple Hotel, I soaked in the wooden barrel in the kitchen for a while after running more than ten kilometers.

Recalling the dream just now, it was two typical nightmares. Li Qiang couldn't help but be a little worried about whether such a nightmare would come true.

But after thinking about it, Li Qiang suddenly fell asleep and dreamed in the middle of the day, presumably because of the dream demon's tears.

The Dream Demon was originally a cannibal nightmare, and it should be reasonable to drink his tears and have some strange dreams.

So Li Qiang stretched his muscles and continued to walk towards the hillside, and soon came to the door of the Khitan ancient tomb.

The last time he sent Li Qiang's master Chen Hao here, he just handed over the wooden box to the old monk, and Li Qiang went back to the Chaoyang Temple Hotel according to his instructions.

So this is still Li Qiang* coming to this hole.

Li Qiang looked inside twice, and it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

Li Qiang planned to go in and have a look, but he still held back his curiosity.

Li Qiang's master slept well inside, so don't disturb him anymore, so as not to cause any trouble.

Li Qiang knelt on the ground and bowed a few times, muttering silently in his heart, Master, Master, he took Li Qiang out of Liujia Town with a burden in the past ten years and saved Li Qiang's life. Now it's time for Li Qiang to repay you, so you sleep well, and Li Qiang will pick you up in three years.