"Wow! This place has such a strong aura! ”

As soon as he recovered from the panic, Hou Qi discovered the miracle of this place: the concentration of aura was too high!

You must know that the lack of spiritual energy has become a crisis that the entire Great Wilderness Demon Realm has to face together.

Now, Hou Qi suddenly appeared in a place where the aura was so strong that it was about to turn into rain, how could he not be surprised?

"Isn't this some mysterious ancient ruin? Or is it some unknown forbidden place left over from antiquity? Hou Qi began to guess, "It's just that I've never heard the seniors of the clan mention that there is a legend about this near Taiping Mountain......

Hou Qi looked around suspiciously, it was all a vast white mist, and he couldn't see the end at a glance, he patted the railing of the long bridge, which was not made of stone or jade.

Choosing a direction, Hou Qi cautiously groped his way forward, for fear of accidentally touching the ban of the mechanism and losing his life.

All the way forward.

The long bridge is like there is no end.

Hou Qi walked for more than ten minutes, but there was still no end in sight.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of drumming coming from the front.

Hou Qi hesitated for a moment, I am the Great Demon of the Nine-Rank Gathering Spirit Realm of the Taiping Mountain Monkey Clan in the Great Wilderness Demon Realm, what is there to be afraid of!

He quickened his pace, and the drumming became louder and louder as he went.

As the voice became louder, it gradually became consistent with the rhythm of Hou Qi's heartbeat.

In the end, Hou Qi didn't know how long he had walked in the white fog, and saw the end of the long bridge from a distance: it was a stone gate filled with an ancient atmosphere, and the stone gate was carved with intricate patterns.

When I got here, the drums shook the sky.

Under the guidance of the drums, Hou Qi's heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest, and he stared hard at the pattern of the stone gate, trying to see some doorways, but his eyes were dark and he fainted.

……

"Whew~"

It was like a drowning man surfaced, and finally saw a glimmer of light in front of him.

Hou Feibai let out a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes suddenly.

"How's it going, what did you dream about this time?" A gentle voice sounded beside Hou Feibai, which couldn't help but make people feel relaxed naturally.

"It's still the same, dreaming that I turned into a monkey, on a strange bridge." Hou Feibai sat up, took a cup of cold white water handed over by the other party, and drank a few big sips before continuing, "But this time, I saw a stone door, and the patterns on it are very complicated......"

Hou Feibai told the woman in front of him the scene in the dream, Li Luo, a well-known psychotherapist in Fengtai City.

He dreamed that he had become a monkey on a strange bridge for a week, and each time the dream became deeper and more real, Hou Feibai came to Li Luo's psychological clinic to ask for help.

"Well, Shimen. That's a lot of progress. Li Luo nodded, and solemnly wrote the word Shimen on the paper.

This well-known psychotherapist in Fengtai City is not tall, with medium-long hair slightly curly naturally, and a hint of Hunan Province in his words.

But does that mean anything? Or is it alluding to something? "Hou Feibai looked anxious, this time it's Shimen, who knows what it will be next time?" And that drum-like heartbeat that almost made my heart explode. ”

"We usually say that we think about it day and dream about it at night."

"But I didn't." Hou Feibai interrupted Li Luo's words, his words full of irrepressible anxiety.

Li Luo was not annoyed by Hou Feibai's interruption, she smiled and said, "So, this is the usual way of saying. To explain Pavlov's theory of advanced neural activity, it means that the degree of inhibition of brain nerve cells during sleep is not deep, and they are still in a working state, and once they receive various stimuli from within or outside the body, they will activate the corresponding memories, and then combine them with some pictures in the subconscious to form strange dreams. ”

"However, if you keep having the same dream repeatedly, it is also very likely that it is a sign of some disease, and after falling asleep at night, these signs of illness are often reflected in your sleep with the help of your subconscious."

"You're saying I'm sick?" Hou Feibai frowned, how could a young man who was fierce and fierce be sick?

"This is just a possibility, Feibai still needs to continue to observe."

Li Luo closed the folders, "That's all for today." I suggest that you go back to relax your mind, develop good sleep habits, and eat more foods that help you sleep, such as milk and honey, to improve the quality of sleep, and maybe it will be eliminated naturally. ”

"I hope so, thank you." Hou Feibai stood up, picked up his coat from the coat hanger, and walked towards the door, it seems that the channel of solving the same dream repeatedly through psychology will not work.

Behind him, Li Luo stood in front of the transparent glass door and said softly: "Feibai, the stone monkey is also a monkey, right?" ”

Hou Feibai's figure froze, and he left quickly.

He still had to rush back to the windmill art class, today was the weekend, and the other teachers' classes were also full, so Hou Feibai could only take two hours off.

Windmill Art is in Yuecheng Shopping Center, which is the best commercial center in Fengtai City, with consumer circles suitable for all ages.

As soon as he returned to the windmill art, the originally lively office area was quiet, and Hou Feibai was keenly aware of the schadenfreude carefully hidden in the eyes of other colleagues.

Sure enough, Xiaowei at the front desk walked over quickly and said, "Wang Xiao just looked for you, and I heard that another parent complained that you only taught students to draw Monkey King." ”

Hou Feibai nodded in thanks and walked quickly to the principal's office.

"For the fifth time! Three times this month alone! I said Hou Dacai, Brother Bai, can you teach something else? Don't keep painting Monkey King, okay? Don't keep letting parents complain, our windmill art only teaches students to draw monkeys. ”

Wang Si, the principal of windmill art, a fat man in his thirties, saw Hou Feibai come in and said angrily.

"What do they know, those students are learning drawing, what is the hardest part of sketching? Hair! I'm helping them! Hou Feibai replied lightly.

"We are windmill artists, not the Central Academy of Fine Arts! You don't use the standards of your great genius to demand those ordinary children! They won't be able to stand it! I heard the parent say that the child cried when he painted, and while crying, he said, "I will never learn to draw again, you ...... Just spare the child. ”

Wang Si's outstretched hands trembled slightly with excitement.

"Which kid is so good? I'd like to see who can say such ambitious things. Hou Feibai almost laughed out loud, isn't this the same as learning to paint when he was a child.

"You! You! You ......" Wang Si was so angry that he couldn't speak, pointing at Hou Feibai's hand and trembling, you are the culprit and gloating.

"Wang Xiao, pay attention to your blood pressure."

"You! You! Don't take today's lesson! Let Mr. Xiao Liu do it for you! You give me a good time to reflect and reflect! If we are complained again, we will have to close our doors! ”

Wang Si was so angry that he couldn't wait to give himself a few big mouths, blaming himself for being so blind-eyed and recruiting him in?!

In the education and training industry, the reputation of parents is very important, even if it is the largest art training institution in Fengtai City, once the reputation collapses, it will not be far from falling.

However, Hou Feibai can't be fired casually.

In addition to Lao Hou's status in the circle of calligraphers in China, Hou Feibai himself is also very remarkable, although he is still a college student, he has won awards, and many parents are coming to him for the top brand of windmill art.

Wang Xiao said that he would go back and reflect, and he just had to find a way to solve the dream. Hou Feibai nodded, pushed the door and walked out, "Okay, I'll go back first." ”

"Huh?! Didn't you say you couldn't sleep well? The soothing tea I asked Xiaowei to buy, don't forget to take it away! ”

Wang Si chased to the door of the office and shouted at Hou Feibai, Hou Fei raised his hand without looking back, signaled that he knew, and went straight out of the windmill art, leaving Wang Si with a bitter face.

Since there are no classes, Hou Feibai decided to go to the Guanzhong noodle restaurant on Suocheng Street to eat noodles first, and then see if he wants to go to which temple to worship God, this has been the same dream, who can stand it!

In addition, there is also the picture of Wukong, which also has to be slightly retouched before it can be sent to the Organizing Committee of the Kyushu Young Painters Annual Exhibition.

"This layman, please stay."

As soon as he walked out of the Yuecheng Shopping Center, Hou Feibai was stopped by an old Taoist with white hair.