If you want to say that Zhao Qian didn't find a way to save me outside, I absolutely don't believe it, so I have to remind Zhao Qian before Zhao Qian falls into this trap.

Then you have to wake up from this.

"Master, do you believe me?" I asked, turning my face.

The smile on the fat monk's face did not decrease, and his face was kind: "I naturally believe it!"

"Your grandmother's letter is a hammer! What nonsense this little kid said!" The old Taoist priest pulled the fat monk and looked at the fat monk as if he were looking at a fool.

"We're in a dream, you've all forgotten everything, only I remember, but I don't know how to get out. I said quickly.

The old Taoist priest shook his head and learned to speak, and in the end, he even pouted as if watching a monkey show.

I didn't have time to explain anything to him, and if I didn't believe what you said, no matter how true you were, it felt like a fake.

"Are you saying that none of this is true?" the fat monk frowned, as if in deep thought.

"The Buddha said, everything is empty, like a leaf that cannot see Mount Tai. If it's true, I'll take a look!" The fat monk took a step forward, a pair of eyebrows hung down, and his whole eyes were round, like a fierce tiger, and like an angry-eyed vajra.

Although the old Taoist priest didn't believe me, I saw his Taoist robe flipping rapidly, as if his hands were constantly making handprints.

I didn't see what these two people were doing at this time.

It's just that after about a stick of incense, the fat monk changed back to his original appearance, and the old Taoist priest no longer looked at me with such contempt.

"Little benefactor, although I don't see any suspicion, I don't doubt you either, I know you're not lying. The fat monk said.

"Little brat, if you have something to say, hurry up and let his grandmother go!" The old Taoist priest now became impatient.

Little by little, I told them about my encounters.

At first, the old Taoist priest didn't believe it, he didn't say that he was so obscene, but when he saw the fat monk smiling at him, the old Taoist priest stopped talking.

"Little donor, do you mean we're all caught in a dream?" the fat monk asked me, still smiling.

"Have you found out that the wine and meat monk, we are in this kid's dream, which means that this kid is in the position of the master here, which means that the person who gave me the dream seems to be even more jealous of him!" said the old Taoist priest with a smile.

"I don't know what my dream is? Is it a beautiful woman, and a person like me who values love and righteousness like his grandmother can't pass this hurdle. "The old Taoist priest has been like this since he was young.

But before I could ask them what the solution was, the fat monk stood up first.

"The Buddha has been dreaming for 3,000 years, and this time I have a chance to enter the dream, and the poor monk needs to see what my Buddha heart lacks!" After the fat monk finished speaking, he bowed to me and turned around and walked towards the outside of the village.

I wanted to stop him, but unfortunately the old Taoist priest dragged him back by the hair.

"Little boy, don't get involved, this monk's original name asked, and then he was a little unsuitable for cultivating Buddhism, and he switched to physical arts, but he always wanted to be a high monk, so he changed his name to seek Taoism, and it was useless for anyone to stop him at this time. A rare look of seriousness flashed on the old Taoist's face.

"Actually, in the end, I still don't believe it, I only believe what I see with my eyes, but what your grandma said is not impossible, just now I took a hand, and found that there is no hexagram, it seems that the things here are not trivial. The old Taoist priest raised his eyebrows and said.

"But I'll have to see what it is. After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he walked quickly towards the entrance of the village, as if he was too late, and the beautiful woman might run away.

I'm wondering why I'm all of a sudden, I'm all the ones who have said everything.

"Little boy, since we appeared in your dream, it means that you do have something extraordinary, and you should know what it is, so you can find a way to do it yourself!"

"His grandmother, when did Lao Tzu become so serious! Live like a dead log!" the old Taoist priest shuddered violently and said this sentence in a muttered manner.

They were all gone, leaving me a little stunned in place.

The last sentence of the old Taoist priest made me feel a little like I didn't understand.

If this dream is directly aimed at our weakness as the fat monk said, I don't feel any change.

My first weakness is that I want to save the fat man, but saving the fat man does not mean that the fat man will return to a normal life, but that we will continue to work together.

The second weakness is grandpa's business, but grandpa has also become very normal, so normal that he can't even do coffin nailing.

I really haven't noticed the rest of the weaknesses.

So this dream is definitely not just aimed at my weakness.

The old Taoist priest said that the people in the dream realm were afraid of me.

No, what am I afraid of, I guess Wu Jiaxin will be better than me if he recovers his memory.

Then it is only afraid of the mark on my body.

Wait a minute!

This dream erased what the fat man and I experienced, erased my grandfather's self-cultivation, and erased the memories of the old Taoist priest and the fat monk.

But not much has changed for me, except that I have become a child, but the memories of the coffin nail are all in my mind, and even the brass bell is still in the kerosene lamp.

Right!

Brass bells!

This dream can easily erase the existence of the coffin nail technique, erase the cultivation of my grandfather, and make me an eight-year-old child, but it can't erase the existence of this copper bell.

I smiled slightly, and of course all that was left was its fear of the brass bell.

At the beginning, the mark left on my hand by the copper bell was able to suppress ghosts, and it was also recognized by the fat man as a fixation technique.

Later, the imprint of the brass bell brought a huge change in the strength of my left hand, and even the power of the nail in my left hand increased a lot.

Of course, I just heard the explanation and didn't see it clearly, but these changes prove that the origin of this bronze bell is extraordinary.

It's just that I haven't touched the secret yet.

I don't know how much Grandpa knew about the secrets of the copper bell before he lost his memory.

I thought so, in fact, I knew that I had already caught a little tail of how to get out, and as long as I could activate the brass bell, I guess this thing would not be able to stop me.

But how to activate it?

I looked at my left hand, and I couldn't see the so-called mark at all, and the brass bell that I had been carrying with me was gone.

I hurried home, took the brass bell from the kerosene lamp, and squatted on the ground to examine it carefully.

Is this real or fake? And how do you activate it?

At first, I didn't know how to shake the brass bell, but now how can I activate it.

Accidents don't happen twice, so I'm going to go to the more extreme level.

I looked at the place where I had been scratched by my fingernails before, and although there was no scar, the pain was really fresh in my memory, especially the near-death state.

I thought about it carefully, and I shook my head when I thought about it, and now I think about the feeling of dying at the beginning, and I still can't help but feel a little resistant.

But it seemed that it really worked, and I felt a burning sensation in my handprint, which was not obvious, or even disappeared after a flash, but it was really felt.

There is a way!

But when I think about it again, it doesn't work as well as it just now.

I kept going around the village in circles to find a place where I could feel like I was dying.

It's similar to suicide when I first thought about it.

It's a pity that I'm still more worried about this so-called wonder, first of all, I don't know if I can wake up, and if I go crazy again, I don't know what I'll do, and even if I don't go crazy, wouldn't I kill myself?

I held the axe for chopping wood and made a gesture around my neck for a long time, but I still couldn't get my hands down.

Unless I find someone who can do something to me.

Maybe I was lucky to be hanging out, and I really found someone.

Uncle Lai Zi was sitting at the entrance of the village.

When I got to the entrance of the village, there was a real sense of resistance, as if it was preventing me from going out.

I shouted Uncle Lai, and when Uncle Lai Zi turned around, I was suddenly startled, at this time, Uncle Lai's face was full of scales, and even many scales had almost fallen off, and the whole person looked like a white humanoid snake.

And when he saw me, he was still tugging at the only piece of human skin left on his body.

Tearing off the last trace of human skin, he immediately lost his humanity, like a half-human, half-snake monster, climbing on the ground on the mountain, his legs together as if there were no bones, twisting around very softly.

In almost an instant, Uncle Lai Zi rushed in front of me.

"You're not dead yet?" Uncle Lai Zi seemed to hate me very much, and looked at me viciously.

"You killed me, and you are still alive, I will send you away!" Uncle Lai Zi didn't say much, and directly rushed over and grabbed my neck.

That feeling of suffocation was really strong.

I almost fainted.

The brass bell kept calling in my head.

If you fucking work, get me up and see!" I kept thinking about these words in my head.

Maybe it was moved by my sincerity, or maybe it was angry after I scolded a few words.

I felt a huge roar coming from my body, which shook almost all the bones in my body and scattered, and Uncle Lai Zi in front of me was directly scattered.

The surrounding village turned into a sea of fire in an instant, and this sea of fire was filled with many people who were insulting me, as if they were scolding me for harming them.

I slowly regained my adult appearance, but my hands were tightly pinching my neck.

I quickly let go of my hand, only to find that the entrance to the village in front of me had become the stone platform.

There were no flying spirits overhead, and the upside-down overhanging building was now shining with gold as if it were new.

At this time, I suddenly found that on this stone platform, many patterns were drawn, and the most familiar of them was the pattern of the man in the cloud on the copper bell.

This stone platform is related to copper bells?