The dormitory of the Han Imperial Palace.

The monk of mercy lying on the dragon bed was falling into a deep dream.

What he saw was a row of stinky dung buckets outside the utility room in the apse of Puhui Temple.

A young monk with a blank eye urged behind him: "Hurry up and pour it down, brush it up!" I still have to send it to Master." Only when the Master has taken care of him will he take me to listen to the Resident Master's lectures. ”

Another little monk who came to deliver the dung bucket asked enviously: "Really, your master will really take you to listen?" ”

The monk Ci'en, dressed in a shabby cloth robe, looked at them and felt that something was wrong, so he asked hesitantly, "Abbot, isn't the abbot me?"

The young monk frowned: "Ci'en is starting to have paranoia again! He has seizures from time to time, and he always feels that he is the abbot, the number one in the world, and he talks some nonsense, why don't you drive him out, and keep this waste!"

The little monk said: "Although he is confused, but after all, he is the senior brother of the abbot master, what a kind person the abbot is, how can he not care about him whether he lives or dies? ”

Ci'en's eyes widened and she asked loudly, "Who is the abbot?"

The little monk sighed, shook his head and said, "Of course, it is the world-famous Master Ciyi. You've been asking me this question for five or six years, and I'm really sick!"

The young monk impatiently pushed Ci'en: "Go and fall!

Mercy was pushed and stumbled. A junior monk actually pushed himself, Ci'en was on fire in his heart, and he wanted to condense the spiritual power of the dantian to abolish him, but he found that the spiritual power in his body was empty, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

"If you don't go, you're welcome. The young monk stretched out his palm, and there seemed to be a slight palm force on his palm.

The picture of being slapped by this young monk suddenly appeared in his heart, it seemed to have happened many times, Ci'en trembled in his heart, and could only lift a dung bucket pointed by the young monk and go to the direction of the dung pit at the back.

Something was really wrong! He had two memories in his head, and the two memories were intertwined, and he was driven crazy. One memory is that he was a crazy old monk at Puhui Temple, who was urged by young monks for decades to empty dung buckets, clean manure pits, and water vegetable gardens. The other is that he, as the abbot of Puhui Temple, obtained the secret of the Hanshan Sect's spirit fairy grass liquid, absorbed the spiritual power of countless demons and the spiritual power of the compassionate disciples, and was almost invincible in the world, he went to the Hanshan Sect to use the spiritual power of the demon king to ascend to the sky one step, but he didn't expect to fall short, and even when it was revealed that Ye Zhi, a disciple of the Hanshan Sect, was the king of the demon clan, he fought with him, and later ...... What happened next? The second memory is incomplete, could it really be that he was delusional?

He looked at everything around him. Under the leadership of Master Ciyi, Puhui Temple did not expand the temple with great fanfare, and the apse is still the old wall and ceiling, and the ground is still uneven mud ground. Behind the utility room is a manure pit and a vegetable garden, which still stinks. The monks who came and went were still low in spiritual power. It's all so real, it can't be fake, right?

Although he doesn't want to dump the feces, but that's the reality, right?

Ci'en finished pouring and brushing the entire row of dung buckets, and sat for a while before slowly walking towards the front hall.

The front hall was not as grand and tall as he remembered, and it was still the same as it was before the expansion. However, the hall was brightly lit, and the senior monks of the whole temple sat cross-legged on the futon around the high platform. On the high platform was his junior brother, Master Ciyi. His voice was gentle and long, and the monks in the audience listened seriously. But at a glance, almost all of them are monks wearing yellow robes, there are few laymen and pilgrims, and the incense of Puhui Temple is still not prosperous, and it is not well known.

It's terrible!

He was in confusion again. The point of convergence between the two memories was before he became abbot.

More than 20 years ago, due to the fact that too many gifted monks of Puhui Temple tried to use different methods to improve their cultivation rapidly but all of them exploded and died, the master of mercy, compassion and compassion, the previous abbot Master Wu Nian, finally recognized that Puhui Temple should no longer rush for quick success, so he selected the gentlest three disciples, Ciyi, to take over as the abbot. On the eve of his intent, he passed away. Of course, Ci'en remembered that it was he who used a method to make his master "pass away early". Since then, he has inherited the position of abbot of Puhui Temple and carried forward the Puhui Temple. Puhui Temple is not what it is in front of it, dilapidated, depressed, and nameless.

He clearly remembered that that night, he succeeded, and Puhui Temple developed with him.

However, everything in front of him told him that he had failed that night, and the master still handed over the Puhui Temple to the less ambitious senior brother Ciyi.

So, is it just a dream that he has grabbed a lot of spiritual power?

"It's not a dream. As if hearing his inner words, a childish voice answered him.

Ci'en was startled, and when he looked around, the people around him were listening carefully to the lecture and did not pay attention to him. Can he hear voices that no one else can hear?

"You're not crazy. ”

Ci'en stood up and shouted, "Who are you?

He was surprised to find that everything around him was really strange: the other people didn't hear him yelling, no one actually looked at him, as if they were not in the same world as him.

Behind a monk sitting upright, a small flower dog slowly walked out, its eyes were large, and it flickered when it blinked.

It said, "It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that if you don't leave this dream realm, your spiritual power will really be sucked away by your disciple Xinkang. ”

"Dream? This is really a dream? I'll just say, how is it different from my memory!"

"Are you really sure it's a dream?, and why don't you leave by yourself?" the little flower dog seemed to scoff, "yes." After all, it was set up by that guy, and he was the dream demon patriarch who could trap his heart the most. In order to lock you up, he created multiple dreams, and even if you leave this one, you will still be in the previous dream. There's no way you can get rid of the serial dream. Only I can come and go in any situation at will. ”

"Puppy, what did you just say? Xinkang, that brute, wants to suck my spiritual power? Is he usually pretending to be respectful to me? If Xinyuan and Xinqing have run away, where do I need to make up for a few disciples who harbor evil intentions?"

"Is he a brute? Haha, brutes are so much better than you. Little Flower Dog really laughed, laughing breathlessly, and after laughing, he said, "He's about to do it." ”

"I'm going to get out of this place! I'm leaving! But how do I get out?"

"Come, hold me. The little flower dog stretched out his paws and shook it, which was very cute.

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