The dead tree sprouts and grows new branches, and the old beggar crosses his knees and bursts his clothes.

Su Changsheng's golden eyes saw through the vanity, and he saw the old beggar's original appearance.

"What an evil Buddha!"

Within the golden light, there is a Buddha with a thousand faces.

A thousand faces in life are monsters, and a thousand faces in a Buddha are not good stubble.

"Little donor, you are handsome and lucky, why don't you give your body and soul to the monk?"

Su Changsheng just wanted to sneer.

But the next moment, he swept over the Buddha with a thousand faces in a restless mood and set his eyes on the Qingcheng Temple on Sanssouci Mountain.

"Trap?"

Su Changsheng turned into a small golden tower to protect his body, and then flew towards the outside of the Dream Kingdom.

However.

The next moment.

The sky collapsed, and five giant fingers fell down.

The Golden Buddha is revealed in the country of Sanssouci, and its eyes are the sun and the moon.

It seems to have been born as a Buddha, high above.

The entire Sanssouci Kingdom is just something that has evolved in the palm of its hand.

"Worry-free foolishness is absolute, worry-free wisdom is life, dreams and thousands of sorrows are not relieved, if hell is sinful, but, my Buddha is merciful, I am willing to cross your life, and fall into purgatory on earth."

When the hands are folded, the country disappears.

All over the Great Zhou, scholars, merchants, officials, and officials...... Regardless of their identity, they all wake up from their dreams.

Good dreams turned into nightmares, and they all had trances to varying degrees.

If you sweat profusely, you can continue to sleep.

In severe cases, there may be a serious illness, and some may even go insane.

Sanssouci is gone, but Sanssouci is still there.

Su Changsheng fell into Qingcheng Temple and sat opposite to the Buddha with a thousand faces.

"Old man, it's a good calculation and a good means."

Su Changsheng sat in the small golden tower, looked at the surrounding environment curiously, and said with a smile: "Between these fingers, you actually have a place of imprisonment that seems to be an escape, what a good idea." ”

The Buddha with a Thousand Faces put away the Buddha's light, turned into an old beggar, and wondered: "I'm going to take you away, why aren't you panicking?" ”

"I'm the only one in the world, and you're doomed to fail, but I still suggest you give it a try, maybe you'll succeed?"

The small golden tower is both offensive and defensive, and there is also a soft bed inlaid inside.

"Good night, good dreams."

Su Changsheng covered the quilt, straightened the pillow again, waved his hand at the old beggar, and then fell asleep.

From the moment he entered the country of Sanssouci, he has always resisted the terrible sleepiness.

Holding on to the limit is now the limit.

Even if he didn't want to be taken away, he couldn't stop it.

This dream within a dream is more like a normal dream.

He dreamed of a murderer who cut down people when he saw them.

Initially.

That killer demon was huge, and Su Changsheng could only run with the others.

A well-dressed man tried to frame him, but was shot by a bazooka he pulled out.

A sanctimonious person wanted to stand on the moral high ground and accuse him, but he directly cut off his head with a knife.

Then he dreamed of his parents, who had gray hair but good bones.

When he was chased and killed by a murderer, he even had to put on a school uniform and a red scarf for him and send him to school.

No matter how fast Su Changsheng ran, he was still dressed up by his parents, and he was ready to take him to school.

But the next moment, the school uniform and red scarf on his body disappeared.

The parents and everyone who were chasing after him disappeared.

Only smaller and smaller murderers are chasing him.

"You're so young, and you're still chasing me?"

The nameless fire boiled in his heart, and Su Changsheng turned around and rushed towards the killer.

The ant-sized killer also began to flee frantically.

But it unfortunately fell into the hands of Su Changsheng.

"Pinch you!"

Su Changsheng used all his strength to directly make the Seven Orifices of the Killer Demon bleed.

However, the next moment, Su Changsheng actually hiccuped, and then yawned again.

Then he woke up.

After stretching his waist, Su Changsheng rubbed his sleepy eyes, intending to say good morning to the old beggar.

As a result, the world was so vast that he didn't see anyone.

The sun was shining, and he was back in the summer disciple courtyard.

The catkins are flying, as gentle as snow.

Under the autonomous operation of the Dream Divine Technique, the 10,000-meter Dream Ring behind Su Changsheng seemed to have eaten a big supplement, and it was actually bigger for no reason.

"Weird, is the turtle master exaggerating? The Dream Technique seems to be easier than expected. ”

Su Changsheng quickly broke away from the dream and disappeared.

But the collapsed dream stopped in front of the Tianjiao Deep Courtyard.

The limping old beggar stepped on the tail of the dissipation of the dream and stepped into the threshold of the Tianjiao Deep Courtyard.

In his hand is holding a small Buddha with a slap.

The little Buddha's seven orifices were bleeding, and the Dharma body changed shape.

On the twisted and hideous Buddha appearance, only traces of being kneaded by the terrifying power were left.

"You are my Buddha heart, I am the most sincere and good, if you always take fairness as the iron law, I will definitely have no chance to turn around, but after all, you have evil thoughts, and you have suffered from this catastrophe."

The old beggar took the little Buddha to himself.

He also incarnated as a young man of the Buddha in white in the immeasurable Dharma.

"In the past, I was too eager, and I had no backer, and I was defeated."

"But today, I have found my destiny to follow others, and this time, I will not be defeated again!"

Looking at the place where Su Changsheng disappeared, the young Buddha knelt down, and there was a touch of fanaticism under his calm expression.

"The dreamless Buddha, the true dream will eventually reign in the world, and the old Buddhas such as you will eventually disappear in the world."

On the eve of dawn, the stars and moon dimmed.

When the night was at its darkest, Su Changsheng opened his bright eyes.

His spirit has never been better, and his mind has become clear.

The Tianjiao people have all gone back to the house to rest, and Chen Fan has also left.

But Drunk Ah Jiu is still there.

And he and Hua Shenyue were both held in the arms of Drunken Ah Jiu.

Restrained by warmth, he smelled the fragrance of bamboo shoots.

Next to him, was the flower god Moon staring at him.

"Xiaohua, how long have I been asleep?"

"It's almost dawn."

After Hua Shenyue was rubbed by Su Changsheng's head, her tense face showed a smile again.

Some feelings can't be fooled.

Some people are also impossible to replace.

Su Changsheng did not wake up the drunken Ah Jiu, but instead activated the Futu Golden Sword Tower Technique and the Dream Technique.

The practice in a dream gradually solidifies in reality, and the time it takes is bound to be not short.

The illusory Little Pagoda breaks through the barrier of dreams and begins to take shape slowly and orderly layer by layer in reality.

Su Changsheng opened the golden pupils in the center of his eyebrows and began to establish contact with the Immortal Artifact Golden Pagoda.

In fact.

When the Futu Golden Imperial Sword Immortal Pagoda took the initiative to protect Su Changsheng, some kind of recognition had already been revealed.

Just like the love from your elders, you can be coquettish and beg for a hug, and it will also give you a response.

But you have to be its master, its father.

It will definitely produce rejection!

Even.

This matter is very likely to have the opposite effect, making Su Changsheng lose his qualification to become the head of the sect again.

But it was like a mountain of gold on the other side, and only a steep single-plank bridge could be passed.

Despite the turbulent currents, there are piranhas in the river.

But anyone who has seen Jinshan will be lucky.

Su Changsheng is just an ordinary person, and he also has a gambler's mentality.

If he doesn't take the plunge, he'll regret it in the future.

Jin Mang was mixed with sword intent, and the light in his eyebrows poured into his mind.

Surrounded by fairy energy, towering figures stand.

It only left Su Changsheng with a tall and mighty back.

It's as if it stands there and protects the whole world.

"Want to confess the Lord? "Futu Golden Sword Tower" must break the line! ”

When Su Changsheng heard the blonde man's response, he couldn't help but wonder when he was excited: "What is a broken line?" ”

"The tower floor is broken eight!"

The young man was slightly stunned, pointed to the golden pagoda in his hand and said blankly: "Is that so?" ”

Dream and reality blend, stuck to the eighth floor of the small pagoda and then go up to the ninth floor.

Jin Ta's figure paused slightly, and the burly body seemed to have a problem, the golden light on his body trembled, and the sword intent around his body was disordered for a moment.

It's clearly a bit out of shape.

But.

It was still adjusted in an instant.

"Ahem, it was a slip of the tongue just now, not breaking eight, but breaking nine on the tower floor!"

"If you can cultivate to the tenth level, I am willing to confess you as the Lord."

It's a pity that "Futu Golden Sword Tower" only has nine floors!

When its original owner ascended, it had never penetrated the tenth layer.

So far.

It's also stuck on the ninth floor forever.