"Let's go and rest!"

"Good!"

The night is getting thicker, and the tiredness of running along the way makes He Yan's whole person look extremely listless.

She thought that if it weren't for the company of others on the road, and the gritted teeth of herself, she would have finally survived. This is not so that people finally get to the destination and completely faint, as is the case among the people who travel with them.

A strong gust of wind swept over her body at once, but it couldn't stop the sleepiness from hitting her one after another. She could only get up and walk out of the window, reach out and close it, yawning as she walked towards the bed.

She got on the bed, and a thick sleepiness hit, she was already too tired to do it, and she gradually fell asleep while lying down.

The moonlight crept into the room like flowing water, shining on the people on the bed. There was a dazzling glow from her wrist, but only for a moment.

Suddenly, all the light converged into a glass ball, which spun in the air. With each turn of its turn, its shape became smaller and smaller, and finally it burst out with a ray of light, heading straight for the person on the bed. And the glass ball blended into the moonlight, gradually merging into one.

The light went straight into the head of the woman on the bed, and she snorted in pain, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the whole person seemed to move, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Her body seemed to glow, and above her head was a pale golden glass ball, surrounded by countless dreamy bubbles. The light kept shining on her forehead.

The light gradually dimmed, the glass balls began to burst, one by one the dream bubbles broke in an orderly manner, and the pictures in her mind also disappeared one by one, it was the past years of her life, and in the end there was only a scene that she had never experienced.

"He Yan, it's time for you to wake up!"

"Toot--" A sound of wooden fish sounded, disturbing the sleep of the person on the bed.

The woman opened her worried eyes, and a hoarse voice came from her ears, "The time has come!" ”

She propped herself up with her hands and looked at the source of the sound. I saw an old monk sitting on a futon, and in front of him was a wooden fish. He was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand and a mallet in his right hand, and with a serious expression on his face, he was intently knocking on the wooden fish again.

She looked at the old monk carefully, he was wearing a robe, a large bald head with six regular ring scars, his brows were white and slender, his face had extremely obvious dry wrinkles, and there were age spots unique to the old man. He didn't look tall, but when he sits, his waist is bent, and he seems to be hunchbacked.

She kept her eyes on him, she only felt that he was very familiar, but she only felt that her brain was controlled by something, she couldn't remember anything, she only had the picture in front of her in her mind, and for a while she couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream.

She seemed to be pulled by something, her feet unconsciously fell to the ground, her hands cooperated with her feet to put on her shoes, her hands cooperated with her body to put on her coat, and then walked step by step to the old monk's eyes.

Her eyes seemed to catch a premeditated glimpse of the futon beside the old monk, and her feet walked uncontrollably towards it. He took advantage of the situation and put his hands in front of the old monk, then bent his body, bent his legs, and sat down.

From the bed to the moment sitting in front of the old monk, her whole person seemed to be controlled, not controlled by her, and when she sat on the futon, her limbs and brain really belonged to her.

"What did you do to me?"

The old monk squinted, only turned the Buddha beads in his hand, and slid through his fingers one by one, and his right hand knocked on the wooden fish again and again, as if he had never heard the sound in front of him, as if he was the only one in this room, and there was nothing else.

"Toot--" As the last mallet went down, the sound sounded, and it was as if time had stopped. He Yan was frozen, only the bracelet on her wrist emitted a dazzling light and pierced her eyes, and she couldn't help but want to close her eyes.

But she couldn't control herself, as if she was frozen in ice, she couldn't even move, and her eyelids seemed to be frozen, so she couldn't close her eyes, and could only let the light shine into her pupils.

But the next moment the light became more and more dim, as if hearing her complaints, and only the light flashed on her wrist. At this moment, she noticed that the source of the light came from the wrist, to be exact, from the bracelet, the so-called heart-helping bell.

A mysterious voice sounded in her ears, "I would like to take you as the master and help you with infinite dreams!" ”

She nodded uncontrollably, but for a moment, the bell on the silver bracelet jingled, making it stand out in the quiet room.

The crisp sound of bells comes and goes, like a hymn of love. In the end, it gradually returned to peace, just like the last moment of human beings, it also gradually returned to calm, and there was no longer sadness and pain.

Another voice sounded in He Yan's ears, the voice was thick and hoarse, and it was even more profound in the dark night.

The voice was the old monk in front of him, he didn't know when he had opened his eyes, put down the mallet in his right hand, and only his left hand was still turning the Buddha beads, and his eyes were staring at the heart-helping bell on her wrist at the moment, and his mouth also began to say something.

"The thing on your wrist is the bridge between dreams and reality!"

He Yan raised her left hand and flicked the heart-helping bell on her left wrist with her right hand, it was shining faintly, and her eyes were full of curiosity, "Then what is it for?" ”

"Do you know about hypnosis?"

"I know, I've been in contact with it!"

She spoke without a thought, and she could even say that she was familiar with hypnotism. I have had insomnia many times before, and after trying self-hypnosis unsuccessfully, I went to the hospital to consult others, and I was still hypnotized, so no one in this continent is definitely more familiar than her.

He Yan stared at the heart-helping bell, the small bell-shaped pendant on it became brighter and brighter, as if it was responding to He Yan's scrutiny, she felt interesting for a while, and wanted to know a little more, "What is it for?" ”

"You need to have a tool to perform hypnosis, it can be used as an aid, but it is very useful!"

"First, you can perform hypnosis with the help of the heart bell, which can reshape other people's dreams. Second, you can use the heartbell to help the other person enter the dream they want to enter the most, and discover what is in their subconscious. Thirdly, it can also make people sleep deeply and enter dreams under certain circumstances, so as to predict the future. ”

She was stunned when she heard this, her expression on her face was not obvious, but her heart was turbulent, and she didn't believe that this heartbell had such a big function.

She thought about it, it was better to try it herself, she took off the heart-helping bell on her wrist, shook it gently close to her ear, and could only hear it make a crisp and pleasant sound, as if playing a hymn of love, the sound was in her ears and resounded in her heart.

She glanced at it again, and it didn't change in any way, except that the silver glow seemed to be stronger. The bells were still tinkling, and they seemed to beat to the rhythm of the heart of the heart, beating one after another.

Her eyes were almost glued to the heartbell, only its light in front of her eyes, only its sound in her ears, and nothing else.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she had a plan, and she had her own considerations in her heart.

"Master, Master!" She shouted to the old monk while shaking the heartbell in front of his eyes.

The old monk raised his eyes to look at her, noticed the heart-helping bell in front of him, and the corners of his lips hooked up a smile, turned to stare at the heart-helping bell, and also stopped the movement of his hands, and cooperated with her very much.

The reason why she wanted to hypnotize him was to see if it was really that magical, and second, to use it to take advantage of more things.

At this moment, the bell made a rhythmic sound with the amplitude of her hand, and the old monk's eyes kept staring, but his eyes were still clear, and there was no change at all, but the smile on the corner of his lips seemed to be a little thicker.

"You...... Are you lying to me? She had been observing his condition, and naturally noticed his reaction, which was still a harsh smile that grew thicker and thicker. A distrust of him rose in her heart, and she asked impulsively.

"Naturally, the old man doesn't dare to deceive the donor, but it has prerequisites!" He looked at her meaningfully, then withdrew his eyes and spoke slowly.

"What are the conditions?"

"This heartbell should only be used on those who are willing to receive its hypnosis!"

"So I didn't have your consent just now, so it's useless?"

"Good, good, the donor is up to the task!"

"Why didn't you just say that?"

"I'm too late, old man, and besides, the donor is eager to try, I can't spoil your interest!"

"Is there anything else else to look out for? No, but don't let too many people know! ”

"Why?"

"You'll find out later!"

She looked at the heart-helping bell on her palm, her heart was itchy, and she really wanted to see a miracle, so she leaned forward to the monk and said in an extremely negotiable tone: "Then are you willing to let me try it?" ”

"I don't have anything to remember, and a strong state of mind is also a factor that determines success or failure!"

"Then you still say there is only one condition?"

"Sincerity is spirit, and believers have hearts!"

She looked at the old monk in front of her, only to feel that the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, the helping heart bell in her hand flashed, and a picture seemed to flash in her mind, among which there was an old monk.

She thought for a moment, sorted out her thoughts, and asked her inner doubts, "Why can't this heart-helping bell be used before?" She said something and said, "Also, have I seen you before?" ”

In fact, she couldn't remember the old monk in her memory for a long time, she only remembered that he gave her the heart-helping bell in the palm of her hand at the moment, and only said that one day, it would play a role, and she hid it until she came to the mainland and carried it with her, but there was no change.

A thought flashed through her mind, that is, the wrist injury a few days ago, could it be the so-called operation of dripping blood to recognize the master, although she felt ridiculous, but she had accepted this answer in her heart.

"Could it be a drop of blood to confess the Lord?"

"Good, good, the donor is up to the task!"

She couldn't say her unfinished words after all, what the hell is "that ......" is up to a heavy task? I am not a savior.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the window, knocking on the window, and the cold wind blew on her, and she stopped what she was saying, and went to the window, but she only felt that the movements of her hands were unusually familiar, and she ignored them.

She turned around and went to the place where the old monk was sitting, and looked up, where was the old monk, and there was no futon to be found, only the heart-helping bell in her hand.

"Master, Master!" She could only stand there and call out to him softly, trying to determine whether the scene was reality or hallucination.

"Master, Master!" A voice sounded from the bed, and He Yan opened her eyes. Sitting up from the bed, where was there anyone else in the room, she looked at her wrist, the heart bell was still on, it was all a dream.

She sorted out her thoughts, lay down again, and fell into a deep sleep.

The light on her wrist was instantaneous, and the last little bit dissipated, except for the small bell-shaped pendant that kept its faint light. Eventually, it also dimmed, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep with its owner.