So far, I don't see what this "labyrinth" of dreams looks like. All this experience of the bell is open-ended, and even more so after entering the abandoned building, he chooses to stay here or go, which makes it impossible to see the existence of the maze.

The labyrinth is a prison in a way, limiting your freedom.

I thought that if I were to break through the level and travel here, I wouldn't have any clue and I didn't know what to do.

Xie Ling laid out the formation on the ground, and pointed his finger at the mirror, which was hanging on the wall. In an instant, the scene began to change, the air around it seemed to burn, shaking, and furniture and other furnishings appeared out of thin air in the otherwise dirty and dusty room.

I seem to be in a state of going back in time, the space has not changed, it is still this big room, and the furnishings of the room have changed drastically, first of all, it is much cleaner and tidy, and there are chairs and tables, and all kinds of furniture.

Xie Ling sat on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, chanting words, and the sword finger stretched out in the air did not let go.

The shaking air calmed down, my vision cleared, and I gasped as I looked at the scene around me.

It has been transformed into a strange Buddhist hall, with horizontal tables against the wall, covered with dark red moire tablecloths, on which are placed incense burners, lanterns, and various plates and other things. There is an extremely strange thing enshrined on the shrine. Because of this, the atmosphere of the entire Buddhist hall is extremely ghostly.

It was a cocoon-like object, about a man tall, egg-shaped, and at first glance it looked like a white egg, wrapped in a long, thin white filament, and the strips of silk were intertwined in a very complex way, not as if it were artificially woven, but naturally formed.

There are many incense burners in the Buddha hall, the height is staggered, large and small, these incense burners are inserted with incense, are burning, the room is surrounded by incense mist, and the vision is a little hazy.

That's when I saw the mirror. The oval-shaped mirror still hangs on the wall, still in its original position, the mirror surface is clean, there is no dust and filth, and the whole room is clearly reflected inside.

I can conclude that the unraveling didn't know what weird tricks were used to take us back to the past in this room, before everything was abandoned.

Xie Ling's attention was on the strange thing that resembled a white cocoon, he raised his eyebrows, stood up and wanted to take a closer look, suddenly he tilted his head and saw the mirror on the wall, and for some reason, he actually changed direction and approached the mirror, perhaps wanting to see himself in the mirror.

Then the door suddenly opened, and a man walked in from the outside.

As soon as Xie Ling stood in front of the mirror, the man outside the door came in, and when he came in, he could just see Xie Ling. Strangely, this person didn't know about the existence of the bell at all, and of course he couldn't see me, and he strode in, frowning, as if he had encountered something extremely difficult.

The person who came in was probably in his twenties, less than thirty years old, with clear eyebrows and clear eyes, and was wearing a black silk robe, which was quite a bit of a charlatan.

For some reason, the more I looked at this person, the more familiar and familiar I became. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly recognized it, why did this young man look so much like Huang Teng?

Now Huang Teng is in his fifties, with a big face and a smile, he looks amiable, his appearance still has some characteristics, which impresses me deeply, and the young man in front of him is really similar to him.

The young man came to the throne and was worried, he didn't see Xie Ling and me, pacing back and forth in the room, muttering what to do.

Xie Ling walked in front of him, slowly shook it in front of him with his hand, this person still didn't see Xie Ling, the strange thing is that his pacing stride was originally very large, but when he walked in front of Xie Ling, it seemed unconscious, he didn't continue to move forward but turned around and changed direction, and walked back.

This is a bit weird, he can't see the bell, but subconsciously seems to be avoiding the bell.

I watched intently, and the bell approached again, and the space for the young man to paced became smaller and smaller. My throat was rattling, and the bell was an experiment, testing his interaction with the environment.

From this point of view, I think Xie Ling and Li Damin are a bit similar in some qualities, they are both bold and careful people, dare to think and do, dare to constantly explore the boundary, even if there will be danger.

The young man stopped, looked blankly at the cocoon in front of him, and muttered to himself, "O great god, what should I do?" I finally found you, didn't you help me at all? Am I really not the one you have entrusted to? ”

The young man knelt on the ground with a "poof", and suddenly cried, tears flowing: "Great God, you help me, I would rather use my life to support you, now I am at the crossroads of life, if I can't go over, I will die!" ”

He was particularly sad, and suddenly there was a "snap", and the surface of the huge cocoon cracked with countless textures, like spider silk.

The young man wiped his tears and stood up, looked at the cocoon carefully, looked extremely excited, and his voice trembled: "Great God, great god, are you going to be born?" ”

The law of texture cracking is particularly complex, not simply cracking, but entangled, extending and covering each other, as if forming a pattern.

Xie Ling stood behind the young man, watching all this intently. I'm watching intently, too.

The texture gradually converges, forming four lines of poetry on the surface of the white cocoon, each word is written in the line of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and the pen tone is full of fairy spirit, but it is very easy to recognize, and every word is clear.

I watched carefully and recited it gently in my mouth, and the four lines of the poem were: Knowing that the Xuanzhong is upside down, the believer's fingertips hide the divine pill, if you go to heaven to open the moon, the red monkey in front of the Mayoupo is round.

The young man stood up, stared at the poem closely, looked at it for a long time, and muttered, "Great God, what kind of puzzle are you, I have no clue at all." ”

He paced back and forth, "No, no, the great god gave a hint, if you can't crack it, that's my problem, not the great god's problem." ”

He suddenly seemed to have an understanding, and walked to the god table, "Great God, I heard that there is a sect in the overseas Maoshan Sect, and the people under the sect believe that the little finger contains the essence and divine power of people, will this be what you mean by 'believer's fingertip hidden divine pill'?" Let me cut off my little finger? ”

The white cocoon couldn't speak, couldn't give any hints, and just stopped there.

The young man paced back and forth, obviously at war between heaven and man, extremely entangled. From time to time, he raised his right hand to look at it, and then put it down again, which was really tangled.

After about seven or eight minutes, he finally made up his mind, went to the god table, and picked up a dagger with a yellow handle from it, which was extremely sharp, and the edges of the blades were shining with blue light.

He put his right hand on the table and looked up at the white calloon: "Great God, I want to dedicate my little finger of my right hand to you, and I will stake all my life's spirit on you." Parents of the body, let me show you my sincerity! ”

He picked up the dagger, raised the knife in his hand, and cut off half of the little finger of his right hand with a "snap"!

A tube of blood shot out along the wound, spraying on the white cocoon, stained with blood.

The young man's facial features shifted in pain, and his face turned pale. He was not in a hurry to stop the bleeding, "poof" knelt on the ground, and said loudly: "The great god Huang Jiuying is above, and the believer Huang Teng is below, today I will show my sincerity, personally cut off my fingers, and offer it on the altar, I wish to worship the great god for the rest of my life, and I also hope that the great god can give me divine power!" ”

I witnessed the whole process from the sidelines, and my mind was almost blank.

My brain crashed instantly, and I was completely confused, every cell in my body was tense, and the blood flowed backwards. The young man in front of him is really Huang Teng!

I remember clearly, Huang Teng and I once shook hands, and his right hand was indeed missing a little finger. Don't...... At this moment, what am I seeing as reality as it really happened?

No, no! There's something wrong here.

First of all, this is Zhao Xiaowen's dream, is it ...... She had seen Huang Teng before, or already knew Huang Teng, so she weaved Huang Teng's experience into her dreams?

I don't know Zhao Xiaowen, I don't know her background, and I can't be sure if she knows Huang Teng. But from what I've seen and heard, the two don't seem to have much to do with each other. There are two evidences, the first is that from the current point of view, Xie Ling does not know Huang Teng. If Zhao Xiaowen and Huang Teng have a relationship, Xie Ling has been following Zhao Xiaowen, it is impossible not to know Huang Teng. The second is that some time ago, I went to the subway sales and gave Zhao Xiaowen the leaflet of Huang Teng's learning institution. At that time, Zhao Xiaowen was not very interested, she looked cold, and she didn't know Huang Teng's performance at all.

Of course, my reasoning ability is not as good as Li Damin's, which may be far-fetched, but judging from the intuition I have cultivated over the years, Zhao Xiaowen doesn't know Huang Teng.

Okay, take 10,000 steps back and say, even if the two of them know each other, Zhao Xiaowen knows that Huang Teng's secret experience when he was young, and the possibility is almost zero.

From the current point of view, Huang Teng is alone in the Buddhist hall, and the whole process of worshipping the white cocoon and cutting his fingers belongs to his personal privacy, an extremely secret past.

How could he go outside and talk nonsense, and Zhao Xiaowen still knew. So, this brings us to the biggest problem, which is the current logical paradox.

How can a person dream about something that he has never known before can dream about in a dream? How could a woman who has lived in an African tribe in Zambia all her life dream of Wall Street in New York for no reason.

Unreasonable, extremely unreasonable. But it all happened again.