One step into the temple, one step into the dream.

In fact, Zhao Yingyun already had such an expectation, the other party has the means to build dreams, it is impossible to only have the only way to pull people into dreams, there must be other ways, from the other party standing at the door of the temple does not come out, and the small temple behind him is dark and treacherous, you can know that the temple is no longer an ordinary small temple.

He could feel the warmth on his lamp, and he could feel that the golden crow bird in the flame was trapped, as if it was wrapped in layers of dreams, as if it was packed into a small world.

Of course, Zhao Yingyun didn't drive the Golden Crow Divine Bird in the flames, so it was in this state like being entangled in oil.

He didn't go to restore the magic lamp in his hand to normal for the first time, but stared at the idol, because he felt that this idol was very weird, and he wanted to look at the other party's face.

So he went around the past, and the light was raised, and the moment it shone on the face of the idol, he was amazed, because the face was not a human face, but a weasel's face, and the weasel eyes on the idol, under the light, glowed faintly.

Zhao Yingyun looked at other places and found that this temple was very small, very aggrieved, and made of rocks. He walked around the idol for a while, and then came to the back, and behind it was a dripping ditch, probably during the day, and there was a puddle of water in it, and his lamp shone on the water, and there was a vague image reflected in it, and it was a man with a weasel head.

He was stunned for a moment, and then there was an inexplicable panic in his heart, he slowly raised his hand and touched his face, I don't know when, there was a face of hair on his face, and the whole face was also a weasel face.

He couldn't help but wonder if he became like this as soon as he entered this dream, or did he become like this after seeing the face of the god?

He found himself uncertain, but fortunately, the feeling of the lamp in his hand remained the same, and he did not feel a strong sense of danger, so he was not so worried.

Then, he began to inspect the back rooms, the room was not high, and the courtyard was naturally not high, but his body had become shorter at some point, holding the lamp, pushing open the door of a room, under the light, he saw a bed, and there was a person lying on the bed.

No, it's not a human, it's a weasel, it's sleeping under the quilt, and it makes a slight snoring sound, even if Zhao Yingyun walks in, it doesn't wake up.

Zhao Yingyun quietly retreated, and entered another low room, and found that there were weasels sleeping inside, and they were all human rat heads.

Only one room with the lights on was left unentered.

Zhao Yingyun couldn't help but think, what is the meaning of such a dream? How to kill me? Where is that dream-building Taoist?

Is it like a bird net, if you catch it, you don't need to untie it, just hang it here and let me fend for myself?

Finally, he came to the room where the light was still on, and slowly pushed the door open, only to see a weasel in a cloth coat copying something.

Probably the door opened, the wind blew in, blowing the other party's lights, the light and shadow swayed with the wind, and the other party turned back.

Surprised, he said, "Lord, are you awake?" ”

"Spectator?" Zhao Yingyun said these two words suspiciously.

"Oh, yes, you are the patriarch of our Huangxian clan in Yangbei Mountain, cursed by those little ghosts in Yan Ghost Mountain, every once in a while, you will fall into a deep sleep, and when you wake up after sleeping, you will forget your identity, and you will inexplicably have some other memories."

"What I wrote here is what you told me to do the last time you fell asleep, and it is the first thing you want to see when you wake up."

In Zhao Yingyun's eyes, this humanoid weasel was somewhat different from what he had seen before, he looked older, the hair on his face fell off a little, and he even saw a few white hairs.

It handed over the booklet in his hand, Zhao Yingyun couldn't help but be curious, the other party actually said that every time he woke up, he would have a different memory, he wanted to see what was going on.

So after taking it, the booklet was soft to the hand, it should be some kind of silk, there was no word on the cover at all, and when I turned the first page, the font was sloppy, or rather, this weasel could only write such writing.

He tried his best to identify, and after a page, he probably understood that this weasel group had a relatively long history, which could be passed down to thousands of years ago when demons were rampant.

Its ancestors also had a great demon, called the Yellow Robe Great Sage, the Yellow Robe Great Sage died, and the ethnic groups under the Great Sage Throne naturally collapsed, and their branch also moved here and passed it on from generation to generation, but they also had a grudge against the little ghosts in the nearby Yan Ghost Mountain.

This feud was formed when it moved, and for many years, the two sides have won and lost each other, and this time, it was their patriarch who fell into the curse of the little ghost of Yan Ghost Mountain, and every once in a while he fell into a deep sleep and used the method of fake death to eliminate the accumulated curse.

It's just that this can only disappear for a while, and when he wakes up again, the curse of the other party will be pursued again.

At the same time, when he came back to life from suspended animation, new memories appeared, and he began to look at the new memories again and again.

There are those who think of themselves as scholars.

There are those who think they are a Taoist priest.

There are those who think they are women.

There are those who think that they are descended from the gods.

There are those who think they are swordsmen.

There are those who think that they are high-ranking officials in the world.

When he finished reading it, it was dawn before he knew it.

The light of the lamp on the table was already very dim, and he was shocked in his heart, this lamp was not his own red flame magic lamp.

Where did your own lights go?

Following the feeling in my heart, I walked quickly to the temple in front of me, and then saw a lot of weasels sitting there chanting scriptures, all wearing cloth clothes, if you ignore their weasel heads, it looks like a Taoist boy, but it is precisely because of this that it looks weird.

And the idol actually glowed with bursts of yellow light at this time, and his own magic lamp was placed in front of the idol, and at this time, yellow rays continued to fall on the lamp, as if to stain the spirituality on the lamp.

Zhao Yingyun walked over, took the Red Flame Divine Lamp in his hand, and then stood there with the lamp in the surprised eyes of the weasels, looking at the weasels.

"Lord, what's wrong with you?" A weasel asked.

Zhao Yingyun did not answer.

He was pondering the question, where is the harm of this dream?

Just to let yourself experience the experience of a weasel patriarch?

"Lord, but the curse of that Yan Ghost Mountain has deepened again? The curse of Yan Ghost Mountain, like the poison of the soul, the time you can get rid of by faking your death again and again is getting shorter and shorter......"

When Zhao Yingyun heard this, he suddenly woke up, the damage of this dream should be here.

It is to make yourself this 'contemplator', and then to bear the curse of this Yan Ghost Mountain, this curse will obviously continue to accumulate, just like piling up soil on people, getting thicker and thicker, and finally dying of overwhelming burden.

And the original weasel viewer used the method of fake death to remove the curse, but he also read the record in the booklet, and every time he woke up shorter and shorter, he would fall into suspended death again.

It can be seen that this method is almost useless.

So, what if this curse will fall on you?

Is this just that person's dream killer move?

If so, then it can be seen that his killer moves also need to fall into the story of the dream construction.