Holding the lacquer box, he walked upstairs and received it to the top of the refrigerator.

Then he yawned and walked into the bedroom, and immediately retracted into the bed after slipping his shoes.

Although, he is actually not cold.

But......

It's habit.

Winter is coming, respect winter!

Soon he fell into a deep sleep and fell into a sweet dream.

When he fell asleep, little monsters the size of doves came out of the illusion.

They surround that lacquered box on top of the refrigerator.

The colorful lacquer box is full of spiritual light.

The bellies of these little monsters stretched out with twisted tentacles.

The tentacles slowly touch the lacquer box.

The color on the lacquer box fades, revealing the essence within.

Decay, tatters, and demonic mist haunt it.

These tentacles, from the decayed lacquer box, rolled out a broken invitation.

The invitations are spread out.

There is only one word on it.

Words written with blood and tears as ink, soul and soul as the pen: injustice!

As soon as this word came out, the entire living room was suddenly covered with frost and snow.

"Huh!" An emaciated man completely immersed in darkness is like appearing in the living room.

He reached out and took the invitation.

"Wrong?" His expressionless face, whose features had been swallowed up by darkness, showed a certain mocking look.

As a messenger to the master.

As the executor of the will of the great master.

He didn't even bother to pay attention to this kind of ant's complaint.

He even hated it.

Skipping ......

This is blasphemy!

But......

He held the invitation, but he didn't dare to tear it apart after all.

Don't dare to destroy the corpses, so you just destroy that world together.

Though He has done this countless times.

But in the end......

He had no guts!

He knew the temper of His Master.

I understand what happens when I do that.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally had to take the invitation and kneel in front of his master's bed.

Everything can only be decided by the great and eternal Master.

All of them are the result of His chosen hands.

Good and evil, good and evil, are completely unimportant.

The important thing is that He is happy.

The sleeping master turned over slightly.

Call...... Call......

……………………………………

Mei Qing was almost personally sent out by the strange person who called himself the 'Nine Spirits Yuan Sage'.

"Fairy walks slowly......" Inside the poison barrier, the weirdness of the nine heads slowly retreated.

She looked up at the sun in the sky.

She couldn't believe that she could make it out alive.

She clutched the black pamphlet in her hand.

She knows that this is her greatest reliance.

Exhaling deeply, she thought of something, and hurriedly took out the gourd on her body and the red cloth in her arms.

Open the gourd stopper, the water ripples in it, and a little fragrance overflows.

I looked at the crucian carp in the red cloth.

Each one is still alive and kicking!

"Let's go back first!" Mei Qing thought.

She wants to rush back and save the teacher's life!

…………………………

In a daze, Ling Ping'an felt that in front of his bed, there seemed to be someone.

He rolled over, opened his eyes, and faintly saw the man's shadow.

It seemed to be an emaciated man, kneeling in front of his bed.

"Xiao Ao......" he blurted out: "You're here......"

But the other party did not speak.

The figure in front of the bed also disappeared all at once.

Ling Ping'an didn't think too much about it, he rolled over and continued to sleep.

In his sleep, he saw a lot of strange things.

I didn't even think about why he called out 'Xiao Ao'.

Because there is no need for logic in dreams.

He continued to fall asleep.

Everything in the dream is extremely comfortable.

Boo...... Boo......

Click...... Click......

Faintly, these chaotic voices seemed to sound in my ears again.

Like a lullaby, let the spirit fall peacefully into a deeper dream.

"O great spirit of all machines...... he seemed to hear the prayers of countless people.

It was as if I saw huge chimneys rising from the ground.

A steel mill spewing smoke, in the desert, from nothing.

In the red molten iron, something seemed to be singing.

The roaring engine seems to be right in the ears.

The winged Daughter of Steel soars through the sky.

Pieces of steel are forged, then machined into parts, assembled into a magnificent temple of machinery.

The gears are turning, the chains are rolling.

It is a magnificent building made of steel and machinery.

Nothing short of a marvel building!

It's just that......

"What is this thing used as an energy source?" He smiled.

The dream continues to fall.

He saw a desolate planet.

In orbit above the planet, in a huge starport, a behemoth is being assembled.

Countless huge turrets have been hoisted up.

The light of the stars, projected from afar.

The armor on the starport reflected a dazzling light.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a voice, echoing in the cosmic space.

"Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!"

In the blink of an eye, the dream world changed.

He seemed to have appeared in the deep mountains filled with poisonous fog and poisonous water.

"Hmm......" he looked around.

Seems like a cave?

In the cave, people with strange shapes, like monsters on TV, all looked at him.

These monsters kowtowed in unison: "My Buddha is merciful!" ”

Ling'an pouted, and he lowered his head and looked under him.

He found himself sitting cross-legged on a dark lotus platform.

He also seems to be wearing a black robe.

"I think about it day and night......" he thought, "it seems that I have dreamed of me......"

At the thought of this, he laughed.

"Flat!" He quickly assumed his role.

How is he not familiar with the characters he writes?

Heavenless!

Drag Cool!

A typical cool protagonist!

It's the kind of person who 'who cares about the flood after I die'!

"Thank me, Buddha!" The monsters were overjoyed and kowtowed.

A guy who seemed to have a yellow lion's head, but at this time, he walked up to Ling Ping with tears and bowed: "My Buddha is merciful!" ”

"The little demon yellow lion is brave to death, please call the shots of my Buddha!"

Ling Ping'an looked at it, and he probably understood it in his heart.

"Sure enough, I thought about it day and night...... he thought," he thought, "I just saw the reproduced lacquer box invitation tonight, and I dreamed of the Lord at night!" ”

"Moreover, it is still a worldview mixed with mine......"

He asked quietly, "What grievances do you have?" ”

I listened to the yellow lion spirit crying and crying: "Enlighten my Buddha, little demon yellow lion, since he has spiritual wisdom, he has been guarding the teachings of his ancestors......"

"Don't talk about cannibalism......"

"If you want to eat meat, you will pay for the silver, and let the little monsters go to the merchant to buy it!"

Ling Ping'an nodded, this is a fact!

The yellow lion spirit in Journey to the West can be called a model of monsters.

Doing business actually gives silver, and even allows bargaining!

In the original book, the monkey and Bajie, the changing merchants, were actually allowed to enter the mountain, instead of being eaten.

But......

In the end, it was......

Under the golden hoop stick, a stick is detached, and the whole mountain, large and small monsters, are all killed!

In contrast, the Dapeng of Lion Camel Ridge swallowed the people who didn't know it in one bite, and ate the soldiers and generals who didn't know how many days.

But not a single hair has fallen!

There is also the deer demon of the Che Chi Kingdom, who takes the child's heart and liver into medicine.

It's useless to be!

It's not just the Yellow Lion Essence like this!

In Journey to the West, what bad things did the three brothers of Luli Daxian in Fengxian County do?

Well......

Let the monks be reformed through labor, maybe forget it!

But they have done a lot of good things.

Pray for rain and blessings.

And finally?

The three brothers are gray together......

I listened to the yellow lion spirit crying: "The little demon has never harmed anyone in his life...... But he stole the master's and apprentice's weapon, and he was killed......"

"Now the little demon's body is dead, leaving only a wisp of residual thoughts, with the blessing of my Buddha, I am here to survive!"

"But the four masters and apprentices are thriving......"

"The little demon heard that the Tang monk is now lying on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Chang'an, and he is a powerful ...... for the eastern soil."

"That monkey returned to Huaguo Mountain, dominated one side, and called himself 'Super Heavenly Sage'!"

"That pig demon has returned to Gao Laozhuang, three wives and four concubines, so unhappy!"

"That sand monk is still eating people and drinking blood in the Tongtian River, happy and happy!"

"It's that little white dragon, who has also unified the four seas and become the Dragon Venerable of the Four Seas!"

"And the little demon can only be trapped in this mountain, and when he is awake every day, it is only three ...... minutes"

"The rest are muddy, crazy and sprinkled ......"

"The little demon heard that the Buddha of Heaven has always been fair! The scriptures preached tell people to cultivate this life and be happy with revenge......"

"But why, is the Buddha so unfair?"

As he spoke, he prostrated heavily, and wept blood in his eyes.

Ling Ping'an listened and was stunned.

Because he feels that what this monster said seems to have some truth!

In that book, in his setting, there seems to be something like happiness and revenge, only seeking this life.

Now, in this dream, he suddenly woke up.

It seems that the logic is a little wrong.

It's a bit embarrassing.

Fortunately, the author of the online article, there is nothing that cannot be returned.

Ling Ping'an smiled: "You little demon, why are you so confused!" ”

The yellow lion spirit looked up.

Ling Ping'an pinched his fingers, and casually, a little black spiritual light fell on its heavenly spirit cover.

"Let me take you to see the heaven and earth hundreds of years ago......"

With a wave of his hand, it is a reversal of time and space, and the vicissitudes of life.

Everything around him is changing rapidly.

In an instant, the green water and green mountains, the birds and flowers are fragrant.

Ling Ping'an gently pulled the yellow lion spirit, and took it through thousands of mountains and rivers and landed on the lion camel ridge.

This kind of illogical thing can only appear in dreams, and only in dreams can people not feel strange.

"Look ......"

Ling Ping'an pointed to this demon mist, full of people whose flesh has been cut off, people whose bones have been shaved, and the corpses of demons are lying on the Lion Camel Ridge.

"This is the ...... of Lion Camel Ridge"

"At the foot of Lingshan Mountain, the intersection of the West Heaven Road ......"

"Do you remember what Nyolai said?"

"I look at the four continents, and all beings are good and evil, and all sides are different. Those who win the Shenzhou in the east respect the heavens and the earth, and the heart is refreshed and calm; Those in Beiju Luzhou, although they are good at killing, are only because they make a living, they are clumsy and sparse, and they do not practice much; I am a person in the West Niu Hezhou, not greedy or killed, nourishing qi and latent spirits, although there is no supreme truth, everyone has a long life; But those who are in the south of the continent are greedy for lust and pleasure, killing many people, and the so-called murder field of tongue and tongue is the sea of right and wrong......"

"Yellow Lion, look, this place can be regarded as 'not greedy or killing, nourishing qi and latent spirits'?" A sneer overflowed the corner of Ling Ping'an's mouth.

The yellow lion spirit looked stupidly at the Lion Camel Ridge in front of him, the country at the gate of the West Heaven, at the foot of the Spirit Mountain.

If this is not greed and killing, then ......

Its Leopard's Head Mountain can be regarded as heaven on earth, a Buddha country on earth!

Ling Ping'an smiled and waved his hand again.

He had already appeared in Dongtu with the yellow lion spirit.

A monk, riding a white horse, walked slowly among the lofty mountains.

The surrounding green mountains and green waters are the color of a peachy spring.

Ling Ping'an smiled and groaned: "Yellow Lion Spirit, look at this place, but 'greed and lust, killing more, is the so-called tongue murder field, right and wrong? ’”

The yellow lion spirit looked at this place, the mountain ridge that had never even seen a little demon mist, and it shook its head.

"Then do you know why this is the case?" Ling Ping'an looked back and asked.

The yellow lion spirit shook his head.

Ling Ping'an laughed: "Without it...... As it may be, it is nothing but justification by faith! ”

"Only those who believe in His Mahayana Buddhism, and only those who recite His Mahayana Sutras, are righteous people, and only those who are worthy of 'not being greedy or killing, and nourishing qi and latent spirits'!"

"Therefore, the Lion Camel Ridge, although it is a human animal, even swallows the heavens and the ......generals alive."

"In broad daylight, burning, killing, plundering, ......"

"However, the Lion Camel Ridge is full of wings......

"All Praise His Dharma Sutras ......"

"Therefore, if you come to open your eyes, you must also say, 'I am Xiniu Hezhou, I am not greedy or killed, and I nourish the qi and the hidden spirit!"

"And this eastern land is the land of Taoism, and he has not recited his Buddhist scriptures and Dharma, so he must open his eyes to denounce and slander!"

"The deity, who is not accustomed to seeing the hypocritical face of the Buddha, shatters his golden body......"

"But ......"

He looked back at Huang Shijing: "The so-called intimacy is different......

"The four masters and apprentices, by my grace, are my minions......"

"Therefore, even if they burn, kill, plunder, and do all kinds of evil, they are also my minions!"

"This is the true Dharma that I have preached!"

"Shatter hypocrisy and return to truth!"

The yellow lion spirit listened, first for a moment, and then came to his senses, bowed his head and said: "My Buddha is merciful, the little demon understands!" ”

Ling Ping'an smiled and waved his hand.

He returned to the cave where the poisonous barrier was full of poisonous water.

One by one, you will bow your head and worship.

The yellow lion spirit even kowtowed three hundred, and was grateful: "Little demon thank me for mentioning the Buddha!" ”

"You must work hard and diligently practice my Buddha's true scriptures and correct the Dharma!"

Ling Ping'an nodded, looking like a teachable child: "Good! Wonderful! ”

I dreamed of this, but I woke up.

The sky was already bright, and the streets outside, the sound of cars and people, one after another, entered the ears.

Ling Ping'an scratched his head: "It's strange...... I seem to have a dream about Journey to the West......"

He recalled the dream.

"I seem to have dreamed that I have become the Heavenless Buddha in my book......"

"I think I dreamed of a youkai?"

He scratched his head, many details of the dream were very clear, making him think that he was the Heavenless Buddha for a while.

Until, now that he wakes up, he knows that he is still himself.

An ordinary, powerless bookstore owner.

"Hehe......" he got up and shook his head: "What a strange ......"

"It seems that the reader came to the door last night......" he said.