Castle Peak Village is far away from the city, and its nights are quiet quickly.

But in the high-walled courtyard at the end of the village, a room was still lit, and Feng Qingyan was flipping through the household register.

Naturally, you can't trust the dream casually, you have to pick the right person to get the desired effect, if you casually trust a few young people, this dream is in vain.

Therefore, the targets selected by Feng Qingyan are all old people, and if there is an old man with a certain prestige in the village, that is, he is highly respected and has a certain prestige and right to speak in the village.

There will be several such old people in every village.

Moreover, in any case, the old man worships ghosts and gods and believes in ghosts and gods than young people.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was slowly flipping through the household registration records, carefully selecting the object of the dream, because it was the first time to ask for the dream, so he was very solemn and serious, and he seemed meticulous.

Well, Uncle Li is good......

Seeing Uncle Li's name, Feng Qingyan's eyes suddenly lit up, as far as he knew, Uncle Li was very popular in the village, and what he said would be listened to. Moreover, he is also very good at sacrifices, and he participates in the sacrificial activities held during the New Year and festivals in the village, or red and white affairs.

This is one of the candidates.

Feng Qingyan remembered Uncle Li's name, and then continued to flip through it.

Uncle Luo is not bad, he used to be the village head, and his prestige in the village is very high, even Luo Yuanhua is afraid of the existence.

I heard that Luo Yuanhua was beaten several times by him when he was a child......

However, after all, the old village chief is a person with high vision, and he doesn't know whether he believes it or not.

This suddenly made Feng Qingyan a little hesitant, the old village chief had the highest prestige in the village, and his son was now also the village chief of Qingshan Village.

As soon as he spoke, it was almost a foregone conclusion.

In order to have a deeper understanding of the old village chief, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but look through the old village chief's records, and couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw that he had urinated on the land temple when he was young.

Forget it, the old village chief is to be determined.

Feng Qingyan continued to flip through the household registration records, choosing the object of his dream.

Uncle Feng is very good at sacrifices, and it seems that almost all the sacrifices in the village are handled by him......

After nearly an hour of selection, Feng Qingyan selected more than a dozen suitable uncles, that is, respected old men in the village. They all have one thing in common, that is, they all know or are very good at sacrifices, and they are inseparable from any sacrifices, red and white ceremonies, etc. in the village.

Moreover, they are more reverent of demons and gods than others.

Generally speaking, the old people who do these things are very respectful of ghosts and gods, so they are naturally the best candidates for dreams. Seeing that the time had already passed twelve o'clock, Feng Qingyan flipped through the token again and passed on the information about the dream to him.

It's also very simple, but it requires divine power.

Depending on the length and depth of the dream, the divine power required is different.

However, the most ordinary dreams do not require much divine power, and one wisp of divine power can support three dreams, as for the effect, it will naturally not be much better.

This is the worst dream after all, and naturally it will not receive good results.

Now Feng Qingyan only has three wisps of divine power, strictly speaking, it is less than three wisps, which makes him very embarrassed. If it is shallow, I am afraid that it will have no effect, and if it is held deeply, the divine power is not enough......

What is shallow, is like a normal dream, or worse, when you wake up the next day, you almost forget most of it, only a few vague marks.

Deep, it will make you remember it vividly.

If you are willing to throw your divine power, you can make people feel like they are there, and they can't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and they won't forget it even after ten years.

Now Feng Qingyan only has three wisps of divine power, so he doesn't have to think about it in the deep dream, he can only cast a wide net to catch more fish.

"Sure enough, there is no divine power, and the land god has become an ordinary person......"

Feng Qingyan sighed, and then used three wisps of divine power to start constructing a dream in his mind, and when the dream was constructed, he divided it into eight. These eight dreams were all very brief and ordinary, and when they were constructed, Feng Qingyan even doubted that they would be able to achieve results.

This dream is really bad.

After constructing it, Feng Qingyan immediately sent all the eight dream realms into the minds of the old man he had chosen. Of the dozen or so masters who were screened out at the beginning, Feng Qingyan re-screened eight of them, and the distance between them in the village was not very far, which made it easy for them to gather together.

Although it is said that it is three wisps of divine power, after being divided by the Divine Tree, there are not enough wisps at all, so now Feng Qingyan can only hold eight dreams at most.

At this time, among the eight uncles selected by Feng Qingyan, that Uncle Chen just got up and peed at night. In the lucid state, this kind of ordinary dream that can no longer be ordinary cannot be sent to his mind at all.

Even if it is delivered, the other party will not notice it.

And the old village chief, he hasn't slept yet, when is it now? It's almost a little bit, and he hasn't even slept and is watching TV......

Although Feng Qingyan didn't know what these two masters were doing, he knew that these two dreams were a failure.

"Sure enough, it's cheap and not good......"

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but be stunned, but there were finally six successes, but I don't know how many of these six can really succeed.

After the dream, Feng Qingyan also went to sleep.

The next day, he woke up as soon as it was dark, after all, it was the first time to dream, and it was about himself, so he woke up very early.

After making breakfast and then eating, the time was not more than six o'clock, and at this time, Qingshan Village woke up slowly, and some voices appeared.

Feng Qingyan smiled, finding that he was a little anxious, and then went to the study to practice calligraphy, and it took more than an hour to come out, and then walked out of the house and came to the place where the old people in the village often moved.

There are several places in the village where the elderly often gather, and the big banyan tree next to the old village chief's house is one of them.

The big banyan tree has a history of hundreds of years, and it is very vigorous and flourishing. Under the banyan tree, there are stone tables and stone benches, as well as a gazebo, where a group of elderly people often gather to play chess, cards, mahjong or dominoes.

Domino generally refers to pai gow, also known as day nine.

It was already eight o'clock at this time, but the big banyan tree was still deserted, and there was no one.

"Where have these uncles gone, why haven't they seen one or two, it's not a farm now......"

Feng Qingyan was a little suspicious, wondering if he had come too early.

He didn't know how many of the six masters remembered that dream, but even if they remembered vaguely, if they didn't say it, everyone wouldn't know that they all had the same dream.

Only when everyone knows that they have the same dream, will they pay enough attention to it, and the new land temple can be built.

Moreover, as long as they gathered, even if they didn't say it, Feng Qingyan would let them say it, letting them know that they all had the same dream last night.

But now, not a single one is gone......

Doesn't that group of uncles usually like to touch mahjong and play dominoes here, why is it still nowhere to be seen? Feng Qingyan was a little anxious, he came out this time to let them know that everyone had the same dream.

"It's Qingyan, got up so early and had breakfast?" At this time, the old village chief walked out of the courtyard.

Although the old village chief is over 60 years old, his body still looks very strong, and he works in the fields more vigorously than the young people.

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