I was completely confused by Fusheng's words, and I asked rhetorically, "Wait, when did I force the writing?" How did I not know? ”

Fusheng said: "The donor can open "Fusheng" and take a look at it for himself. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge book came to my mind. I turned the pages of the huge book with my mind, and I found that there were a few more lines on it!

I was stunned and said, "What's the matter, I didn't write at all!" ”

At this moment, I felt like I wanted to cry, "Stinky monk, there shouldn't be something wrong with this book, right?" Is it a fake? ”

Before Fusheng could answer, the huge book "snapped" and slammed into me, so frightened that I almost sat up in a dying illness!

In an instant, the golden light vanished, and there was darkness before my eyes again. I want to cry without tears, these days, even the book is an uncle!

I don't know that for the first time when I can't see, Ukisheng looks impatient at me. I only heard him sigh and say, "The donor's cultivation is still shallow, and he can't connect with the dream realm on his own." ”

I was puzzled: "But I saw it! ”

"You mobilized "Floating Life" in a hurry, and in this case, what you see and hear will be forcibly entered into "Floating Life", even if the entered things do not match the reality. If you continue like this, "Floating Life" will be destroyed by you sooner or later! Fusheng's tone was stern, and the meaning of blame in his words was obvious.

I felt aggrieved in my heart, and I couldn't help but say loudly: "It's not all my fault, I don't understand anything!" It's obvious that you made a mistake in judgment, but you blame me, a layman, for not knowing how to do things! ”

The more I talked, the more angry I became, and the anger in my heart surged, and I coughed uncontrollably on the edge of the bed, and I actually coughed up a mouthful of blood!

I felt Fusheng reach out to help me, but at this point I didn't want to appreciate it at all. I pushed him away with all my strength and sneered, "Stinky monk, you dislike me very much, don't you?" You think I don't understand anything, you think I'm always doing bad things, and you think I can't learn what you teach! ”

I swallowed the fishy sweetness churning in my throat hard, and then said: "Then what can I do, I have been in Huangquan for more than a thousand years, who is not conniving at my nonsense!" If it weren't for your appearance, I would still be that trouble-making spirit in Huangquan! ”

Finally venting the anger in my heart, I turned over weakly and buried my head under the quilt.

At this time, the voice of the floating life sounded again: "This is your fate. He had adjusted his emotions, and his tone was light again.

The word "fate" easily hooked the anger in my heart again. I don't know where I got the strength, but as soon as I sat up, I grabbed something and threw it, whether I could hit him or not, and shouted, "Get out of here!" Get lost! ”

After a quarter of an hour or so, my throat was so dry that I had nothing to throw at me, and I crossed my legs and sobbed lowly.

There was a floating sigh and the sound of the door being shut.

I'm so uncomfortable, am I going to let him down like this?

I reached out and gently pressed the bandage around my eyes, laughing at myself. Yes, why should I care about his opinion, I came here just to fulfill Sister Meng's wish. As for that stinky monk, he is just a passerby who has intruded into my life, so why should I take him to heart and isolate myself!

Thinking like this, my heart suddenly became clear, angry for an irrelevant person, thanks to it!

I sat down against the corner of the bed, closed my eyes, and started meditating again.