Many, many years ago, the ancestor of the Taoist Sect Zhuang Zhou never became an immortal, was still a small lacquer gardener, he often meditated in his own small thatched hut, one day he had a very strange dream, in the dream, he became a butterfly, flying between the flowers and plants, he felt very happy and comfortable, as if he and the world were together, he flew tirelessly between the flowers and plants for a long time, and then suddenly woke up at a certain moment, now he is still the lacquer garden official Zhuang Zhou, but the things in the dream seem so real, in a trance, he is a little undistinguishable, in the end he is Zhuang Zhou dreamed of turning into a butterfly flying, or was he originally the butterfly, but he became Zhuang Zhou in a dream.

Later, Zhuang Zhou embarked on the road of cultivation and entered the Daomen, and most of his time in the world was spent thinking about this problem, until a certain one, he finally had an epiphany, smiled and said to the disciples that I know that I am me, and then flicked his sleeves and soared to become the immortal of the Daomen, and now the ancestor of Zhuang Zhou.

No one knows what Zhuang Zhou Ancestor realized in this half-life-long thinking, because after he had an epiphany, he no longer belonged to the world, leaving only a mantra and the story of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, which was worshiped and studied by later generations for countless years.

Of course, Chen Linci does not have the ability of Zhuang Zhou Ancestor, but now he is facing the same qualitative problem as the Zhuang Zhou Ancestor back then.

The drunkard old Taoist priest was lying in front of the threshold of the ruined temple like this, snoring wantonly and arrogantly, and the smell of alcohol in the air and the hot pain on his face from being slapped by himself told him all the time that all this was true.

But if everything in front of him is true, then the memories about the death of the old Taoist priest and the events in Yingtian City, Qianyun City, Qingfeng County, and the Confucian Dojo of the Han Kingdom are all a dream?

Master Yang Xiudao, Luo Ziyan, Zhao Yiran, Yuan Tongtian Sect Xi, and Dean Hu Haiyang, as well as Master Li Qinghai and His Majesty the Emperor, were all just characters in his dreams?

Chen Linci suddenly felt a little trance, he had always thought that he was a person who lived very clearly and firmly, but at this moment, he began to doubt himself for the first time.

"Ci'er, you're back. Just when Chen Linci was stunned, the old Taoist priest who was drunk in front of the threshold suddenly woke up, he looked at Chen Linci and smirked, and then said, "Ci'er, did you bring any wine to my old man today?"

Hearing this long-lost resignation, Chen Linci could no longer control his thoughts, and a stream of tears burst out of his eyes in an instant, and he threw himself directly into the arms of the old Taoist.

Since the death of the old Taoist, he hid in the quilt and cried all night, he did not shed a tear, before the old Taoist died, he had at least one to rely on in his heart, and when he was helpless, he could return to the broken temple to have a warm home, but after the old Taoist died, he had nothing more, he knew,

The road ahead can only be walked by himself, so he must bī) to be strong.

The sadness and hesitation accumulated over the past year came to his heart at this moment, and the old fellow, who had only known how to drink all day long, but was very important in his heart, returned to the side, and instantly unloaded all his strength.

The old Taoist priest was taken aback by Chen Linci's sudden puff, and after feeling Chen Linci's sadness, he immediately put back the dirty words he instinctively wanted to say, and then patted Chen Linci's back, and said softly: "You kid, what grievances have you received, tell the master quickly, my old man must have taken this evil breath for you." ”

"Old fellow, do you know that I miss you so much. Chen Linci choked up and said: "I'll just say, you old guy, your medical skills are so powerful, how can you die of a small illness like wind and cold." I won't let you leave me again, old fellow. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The old Taoist priest blew his beard angrily when he heard this, and said: "My old man's body is so tough, do you think there is a little bit of death? If you curse my old man again, your kid's stock will soon bloom!"

"I won't say it, I won't say it. Chen Linci wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, hugged the old Taoist, and lay in his arms, just like lying in his arms when he just remembered in the depths of his memory, and murmured: "You will never leave me again." ”

The old Taoist priest nodded, subconsciously picked up the wine gourd and was about to drink two sips of spirits, and when he put it to his mouth, he realized that the wine gourd was already empty, so he smiled embarrassedly at Chen Linci and said, "Ci'er, there seems to be no wine in this gourd." ”

Every time the old Taoist priest said this, that is, to let Chen Lin resign to go to Linxi City to drink, Chen Linci took the wine gourd, and looked at the old Taoist priest a few more times reluctantly, so he left the small broken temple and went to the city to drink, for fear that a trance would change the world again, and he would never see the old Taoist priest again.

Walking on the familiar road, Chen Linci came to the small wine shop in Linxi City, and sat down after handing the wine gourd to Xiao Er, and after Xiao Er was full of wine, he put his hand into his pocket, this gourd liquor is eight copper coins, because of the old Taoist priest, he has long been a regular customer in this wine shop, so there is no need to ask what the price of Xiao Er is.

But when he put his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a silver ticket with a denomination of one hundred taels.

There is a line of words clearly written on the silver ticket - the autumn of the forty-sixth year of Tianxi.

If all these things in Yingtian City, Mangcang Mountain and Confucian Dojo were all a dream, how could he still be in the small broken temple in Linxi City, how could he have such a huge property as a hundred taels of silver tickets?

And it is also clearly printed with the autumn of the forty-sixth year of the Cullinan.

Isn't it still the forty-sixth year of the Cullinan?

Could it be that it's all just an illusion?

But if these are all illusions, it is too real, right?

No, I have to go back to the broken temple again and ask the old Taoist priest for clarification!

Chen Linci's heart was extremely flustered, and he dropped the silver ticket and looked at the shopkeeper in shock

He picked up the wine gourd and ran out of the city.

Cheng Zihao, who was patrolling the street, saw Chen Linci's back, so he hurriedly waved and said hello.

"Ahem, this kid took the wrong medicine today, why didn't he even pay attention to me?"

Cheng Zihao thought a little depressed, but seeing that Chen Linci seemed to be in a hurry, he hesitated for a moment, and followed his back out of the city.