Is this a crossing?

I quickly stood up, and by this time I was eight years old.

I shook my head, and it felt like I had a long series of dreams, and even my memory was a little unclear now, as if what I had experienced was a dream after all.

"It's okay! I said I wouldn't let you mess around, and now I'm resentful of the white snake and suffer hardship, right?" Grandpa slapped me on the head, this pain was very real, and it was really not something that could be felt in a dream.

I didn't give up, got up from the bed, pushed open the door and went out, and saw the fat man bathing in the yard bare, with a thick layer of mud on his body.

This is the mud that my grandfather pasted on when he treated the wound on our back.

"Hey, hey, you're awake, let's go to the mud ditch to find the field another day." The fat man had an expression of wanting to get back on the field, and stomped his feet angrily.

"Isn't the White Snake dead?" I asked, confused.

"What? Didn't I let it go?" asked the fat man, scratching his head.

"What are you talking about?" I was even more strange at this point.

"Well, if you don't tear it down, will I have less meat?" I was scared so I let it go!" the fat man shuddered, and began to wash it.

"Uncle Lai Zi is not dead?" I grabbed the fat man, not caring that the water scoop in his hand was dragged by me and sprinkled with water.

"Are you sick?When did Uncle Lai Zi contact us, what do we care about if he dies?" The fat man looked at me worriedly, and began to call my grandfather without taking a bath.

When Grandpa came out, he tried it on my head and shook his head meaning I was fine.

I grabbed my grandfather: "Grandpa, what's the matter with the white snake?"

Grandpa told me that I provoked the white snake with the fat man, and my grandfather invited someone to take a look at me and the fat man, and burned a lot of paper money to calm the anger of the white snake.

That's not right!

I was even more strange, when Uncle Lai Zi was killed by the white snake and then possessed, and his grandfather's three coffin nails directly knocked him to the ground.

"Grandpa, you didn't use the coffin nailing technique?" I asked.

"What are you talking about? Although our family is in the business of white things, we are all making some paper money and other crafts, what are the coffin nails? You mean the coffin nails that seal the coffin?" Grandpa also looked at me worriedly and asked.

Wrong!

I immediately rushed into my grandfather's room, opened the closet and wanted to open the secret compartment, but found that the secret compartment that had been used to worship the coffin nails had disappeared, and at this time there was only the wooden board behind the wardrobe, and there was no hidden compartment at all.

I came to the back of the yard where I was practicing, and it was full of straw, as if it had been turned into a place to dry the grain.

Although my memory is a little chaotic now, I can still recall the hardships I have endured in this place where I practiced, and I am very familiar with every corner here.

But now it's all gone, and it's as if nothing has happened, and it's my assumption.

I'm also wondering if I'm really going through some dreams.

Or maybe it's everything I imagined after watching too many TV series.

I stabbed my fingertips with a wooden thorn, and it hurt very much, but I didn't wake up.

Was it really me having a dream?

Wrong!

I rummaged through the cabinets to find my grandfather's favorite kerosene lamp.

There was indeed a brass bell inside, but there was no pattern on it.

I took out the copper bell and shook it, but there was still no copper core in it.

But now I knew in my heart that I was indeed in a dream.

I almost thought that all I had experienced before was a dream, but I didn't know about the existence of the copper bell before, and if it was a dream, I couldn't have known the prophet, so now I am in a dream, and everything I experienced was imposed on my mind.

But at this point, I was faced with a huge problem, that is, how to rush out.

I turned my eyes to my grandfather, who could barely help me now.

The grandfather here doesn't even know how to nail the coffin, how can he know how to get out?

Fat people can't be counted on, or fat people are the fat people I imagined, and they are not real.

"Quanzi, you don't know how to be demonic, do you?" the fat man cautiously walked over and poked me, as if he was afraid that I would go crazy, and touched me and hid away.

At this time, my grandfather also came over and looked at me worriedly.

This kind of dream is definitely not just something I have experienced, and those packages on the side before prove that the Gu master should have experienced these as well.

Now it's time to see what I do with it, I can't count on anyone but myself.

But with my body as an eight-year-old child, how can I get out of it?

In order not to let the situation continue to get worse, I can only continue to pretend to be an eight-year-old child.

Seeing that I was replying as before, my grandfather and the fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and they both said that I was sleepy.

I let the fat man go home, and sat at the entrance of the village by myself, I was thinking about what state I was in now, because the pain was real, I even took a knife and quietly cut it in the palm of my hand, and now the wound had just stopped bleeding, and the pain and the smell of blood were very real, and I wondered if I had to commit suicide to get out.

I've seen TV shows before that it takes enough excitement to wake me up when I'm in a dream.

I looked at the knife in my hand and thought for a moment about where to cut.

Soon I shuddered, and I found that once the suicidal thoughts appeared, it seemed that I agreed very much from the bottom of my heart, and even had a subconscious feeling that I was about to scratch my neck.

It's not right, it looks like someone is instilling consciousness in me.

If it was really that simple, that Gu master probably wouldn't need to abandon everything before escaping.

Or did the people who died outside before not be killed by those ghosts, but all committed suicide in them?

So although those people look like they're fighting, it's not a scene of a death fight.

While I was thinking, I saw two people walking towards the entrance of the village.

It looks very familiar.

Hey?

Isn't this an old Taoist priest and a fat monk?

I hurried over and called them.

"Who are you, little baby? What are you calling me an old Taoist priest for? His grandmother's child is so ignorant, I'm only forty!" The old Taoist priest was indeed a lot younger at this time.

"The little benefactor is quite wise, would you like to go back with me to be a little novice?" The fat monk still looks like a good old man, but at this time his face is still the same, but he is not a fat man, but a lean monk.

"Why do you always want to accept apprentices? I think there is something wrong with this baby's head!" the old Taoist priest pointed to my head and said to the fat monk.

"I don't have a problem, it's you two who have a problem, my name is Bai Xiaoquan, don't you remember me?" I said, pointing to myself.

"Boy, who are you and what does it matter to me, you say that your head is fine, you tell me which widow in your village is? If you are right, I will believe you!" The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes and immediately asked me.

I grinned and twitched, my head was full of black lines, the character of the evil ghost in the old Taoist priest's color has always been like this, not pretended.

"You are a Taoist priest, how can you clean up some business of peeking at widows bathing. I covered my forehead and sighed.

"Hahaha! The little benefactor is really discerning, and he can see through you at a glance!" the fat monk pointed at the old Taoist priest and smiled.

"Get out! You wine and meat monk still have the face to say that I, his grandmother, how do I feel that this kid of you knows a lot of things about me? This place is evil, and the wind is tight!" The old Taoist priest's face changed, and he immediately pulled the fat monk and was about to leave.

I listened to his words, and suddenly understood something!

"Wait! don't go!" I hurried to stop them.

"Little doll, what's the matter with you, I didn't watch your family take a bath, why are you stopping me?" The old Taoist priest saw me stopping him in front, he frowned and pushed me away.

I feel that the character of the old Taoist priest is definitely not suitable for talking about this kind of thing, and it is better to talk to the fat monk.

I tugged at the fat monk's robe.

"Don't you think this place is strange?" I asked, with a serious look on my face.

That's what I understand.

I've never seen them since I was a kid, so they're not from our home in the first place, and now they're in my dreams, which means that we're supposed to be trapped in one place, or in the same world, and if we want to get out, we have to work together.

But what makes me even more curious is why they are in a place that I am familiar with, I am the last person to enter it, but they are here.

"That's true, I'm not here at the bottom of the mountain, but when I came here, I was stopped by you when I wanted to ask for directions!" The fat monk is indeed a high monk, even if he talks to a child, he doesn't have the meaning of annoying me like an old Taoist priest, but like a friend.

I thought of this and looked at the old Taoist priest with disdain, the two of them are also friends, why is the gap between the two so big!

"Do you remember the Yunhai Painting Building?" I asked.

"Haha! The little donor knows a lot, Yunhai Painting Building is a place of legends, it is said that there are treasures in it, I want to take a look. "The fat monk's words are very serious, I guess he really thinks so.

I'm slapping my head at this point, it's over!

These two people have definitely forgotten everything that happened in the Yunhai Painting Building, how can it feel so much like what my grandfather experienced.

Could it be that grandpa also experienced this, so he forgot about Yunhai Painting Building, but I don't think grandpa forgot here, forgot how to get out, then the person who harmed him wanted to make grandpa forget what he saw through this method.

Then the person who harmed Grandpa may have something to do with this nightmare.

Even if it doesn't matter, it must be someone who knows about this nightmare.

I don't have time to think so much now, Zhao Qian outside must be trying to find a way to save me, and Wu Jiaxin, maybe the situation they are facing at this time is even more difficult.