This is a dark and lifeless world, Pan Yang walks alone in the endless black desert, the dark clouds are floating around his feet like a dog's skin plaster, and the cold wind is like a wolf's howl in his ears, but Pan Yang is calm and steady like an old dog.

Next, it's time for the little old man to appear, right?

Pan Yang walked and turned around, and sure enough, an unkempt and ragged little old man was sneakily following him, and after being discovered, he grinned obscenely and showed a mouth full of big yellow teeth:

"Little brother, do you cultivate immortals?"

But after seeing that it was Pan Yang, the little old man suddenly looked disappointed: "Why are you always there?" ”

The corners of Pan Yang's mouth twitched twice covertly: "I also want to know, why are you all the time?" Who are you? ”

The little old man bared his teeth: "Do you have ten thousand taels of gold?" ”

Pan Yang: "No ......"

"If you don't have ten thousand taels of gold, you are also worthy of asking the old man's name?" The little old man rolled his eyes angrily:

"Poor ghost!"

What the hell am I ...... Pan Yang was so angry that he suddenly woke up, and sat up suddenly: "Hey, Mom! ”

"Yangyang!" Mom is a natural soprano, and a wall can't stop the spread of her voice at all:

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay!" Pan Yang wiped a handful of cold sweat and decided to light a cigarette to suppress the shock, and his mother knew him very well and asked:

"That dream again?"

"It's okay, Mom, I just want to pee!" Pan Yang took a cigarette in his mouth and pulled his slippers to go to the toilet in the dark.

"Yangyang, don't stress too much!" Knowing her son Mo Ruo's mother, her mother comforted her with kind words: "It's not that our family can't open the pot, if there is no suitable job, let's look for it slowly, do you see that your father is living well with paper?" ”

Dad whispered: "No, what did you say my son always took me to do, and besides, paper binding is a traditional craft......"

"Come on, you!" The mother fired decisively: "Can traditional crafts help my son find a job?" Traditional craftsmanship can ......"

The old couple started again...... Pan Yang shook his head helplessly, went to the toilet and came back.

When passing through the aisle, Pan Yang, who was groggy in his head, unconsciously flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers.

Accidentally the force was too strong, and a small cigarette butt was flicked off by him, and he walked back to his room without realizing it.

Bags of gold leaf ingots were piled up in the aisle, and the fiery red cigarette butts burned through the plastic bags as soon as they fell on them......

Pan Yang didn't know that the cigarette butt was lost, so he pressed half of the cigarette into the ashtray without looking.

Yawning into the bed, Pan Yang closed his eyes and soon fell asleep again.

Then he came to the dark and lifeless world again, and once again met the unkempt and ragged little old man, who smiled lewdly:

"Little brother, let's apprentice!"

"Huh?" Pan Yang looked confused, and the little old man had already taken the gold ingots in his hand with a smile:

"Little brother, I see that you have a wonderful bones, and you are a one-in-a-million immortal cultivator, and you are destined to ...... me."

Pan Yang was stunned: "Gold ingots ......"

"It doesn't matter if the gold ingots are not gold ingots," the little old man quickly caged a bag of gold ingots into his big sleeve:

"The main thing is that your sincerity has touched me!"

Pan Yang: "......"

"Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, come and come, for the teacher, I will pass you a practice!" The little old man kindly wanted to pat Pan Yang's head, but he couldn't do it, so he had to stand on tiptoe and pat Pan Yang's pelvis:

"This exercise is called the [Dream Heart Sutra], and all the [Ghost Cultivation] starts from the Dream Heart Sutra!

"Apprentice, your shoelaces are open!"

"Really?" Pan Yang subconsciously looked down, but found that he was stepping on a pair of flip-flops, and he was slapped by the little old man on Tianling Gai'er unexpectedly......

When the buzzing momentum passed, Pan Yang felt that a lot of strange knowledge had suddenly increased in his mind!

"Dream Heart Sutra", looking at the name is high-end and atmospheric, but it teaches ghosts how to give people dreams!

Pan Yang can now sneak into the dreams of people he knows, he can give his family guidance, and he can also take revenge on his enemies. Of course, the Dream Sutra also has many limitations.

First of all, it has to be someone he knows.

Secondly, he cannot divulge the secrets of yin and yang.

Third, he cannot attack the soul of a living.

But he doesn't need to attack the enemy directly, just by not leaving in the enemy's dream, he can absorb the enemy's yang energy, ruin the enemy's fortune, endanger the enemy's health, and after a long time, he can also consume the enemy's longevity!

"Dream Heart Sutra" is an exercise that is practiced by absorbing the yang energy of living people, Pan Yang couldn't help but say:

"That's too bad, isn't it?"

"Loss? There are no damaged exercises, only damaged ghost cultivation! The little old man was right: "You won't just suck bad guys?"

"Only sucking bad people is called doing the right thing for heaven, and you can still accumulate yin virtue!"

He made so much sense that I was speechless! Pan Yang now has a lot of question marks in his heart: Is this the netherworld? Is the little old man a ghost? I'm a big living person, is it a science to practice ghost exercises?

"Bang Bang!"

Pan Yang woke up from his dream suddenly, and looked at his mother, who was holding a feather duster in her hand, with a bewildered expression:

"Mom! What's wrong with me! ”

"What's wrong with you? You're going to burn our house to fire! The mother grabbed Pan Yang's ears and pulled him into the smoky aisle, the wet floor was covered with paper ash, and the white walls were scorched black......

Pan Yang choked and coughed, and his mother scolded him while patting him on the back: "You were secretly smoking again just now, right?" Pump, pump, pump! Smoke that broken cigarette all day long! You don't know that our family runs a paper shop!

"If it weren't for the old lady's nose, you two would have slept like dead pigs, and no one would know if they were burned to death!"

As if to prove how true Mom's words were, Dad snorted like thunder in the master bedroom......

"Old Pan! Pan Jin Lock! Mom decisively turned her anger on Dad, rushed into the master bedroom and picked up a feather duster:

"Still sleeping! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! ”

"Wife! Oh! Oh! Oh! ”

Listening to his father's howl like killing a pig, Pan Yang silently picked up a broom and dustpan to clean up the paper ashes on the ground.

It was only at this time that Pan Yang discovered that there was still half of the gold leaf paper ingots in the paper ash that had not been burned!

At that time, Pan Yang's scalp exploded, and he connected several memory fragments in his mind like a puzzle:

As he passed the aisle, he unconsciously flicked off his cigarette ash......

A large bag of gold ingots appeared in his hand inexplicably......

The "Dream Heart Sutra" that teaches ghosts how to give dreams to the living......

Half of the unburned gold leaf ingots in a pile of paper ashes......

Pan Yang couldn't help but gasp, so that dark and lifeless world is really the netherworld? And the gold leaf paper ingots that he inadvertently burned have really become gold ingots in the netherworld?

So the question is, can the "Dream Heart Sutra" be cultivated?