In this water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the reason why Dream Country is the first big country is not only because of its strong national strength, but also because there is only one dynasty in Dream Country. Since no one is vying for it, the first name is naturally in the hands of the royal family of Dream Country. And even if there is only one dynasty, the state treasury still needs to take out a lot of money every year to supplement military supplies, because outside the border, there are countless demons and monsters. These demons and monsters seem to have made an agreement, and every year they will launch an attack on the Jiangnan Water Town at a specific time. And the general Jiang Wang stood out in the battles with demons and monsters again and again.

In addition to these hordes of offensives that are called "demon tides" by the people of Dream Country. appeared in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and the one who was alone sneaked in from the border. On the one hand, it is impossible to prevent it, and it is impossible for the soldiers to stand guard day and night, and on the other hand, because the force is weak, they cannot make waves. What's more, in the realm of Dream Country, there are also ascetics walking in the world, once they catch the demonic energy, most of those demons and monsters can be caught at any time. After all, unlike those soldiers who only use brute force to force the demon tide back, the ascetic who specializes in art is undoubtedly the nemesis of the demons and monsters.

Few people know why the demons and monsters would rush into the Jiangnan water town like madness on a certain day of the year. Even if the realm is high enough, the ascetic can only know very little. The only people who really know the cause and effect of the incident are the Buddha head of an ascetic monk of an era, and the two gatekeepers who guard the Demon Ancestor Tower of the Zhenevil Temple. Actually, to be honest, it's not a good thing to know the secret. This means that those who can work harder, and there is no one to say about the bitterness in their hearts. Walking in the world, everyone really has to carry something. But if you work hard for your livelihood, where can you compare with the blessings and misfortunes of the world?

This is also the reason why barefoot monks do not often appear in mortal dust, even if it is just an old man, he does not dare to see it. For fear of implicating the other party, or being caught by thieves, the demon ancestor will be released.

Fortunately, it all seemed to be coming to an end, and the barefoot monk let out a breath of turbidity and looked at his own shadow under the moonlight. He pursed his lips and smiled, turned his head, and asked Zhuge Chen for a sip of wine with some excitement. The ascetics of Mengguo are still a little different from the orthodox Buddhist monks, there are no rules and precepts, and although wine and meat are not taboo, there is no chance to eat them in ordinary times. What's more, even if you drink wine and eat meat, it tastes like chewing wax, and it is better to be hungry. When you can't bear it anymore, eat another bite of dry steamed buns to cushion your stomach.

Zhuge Chen handed over the wine jug and said, "The Living Buddha seems to be in a good mood tonight, can you share it with me?"

The barefoot monk poured a sip of wine, ignoring the wine dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Tell Childe, presumably Childe, you won't be happy." I don't mean anything else, I just think that Childe is an immortal and won't be bothered by human affairs. It's just that the help you casually promised to cut off the general realm of the Demon Ancestor is an immeasurable merit for us ascetics, and even for the people of the Dream Country. If it weren't for the fact that as a child, I didn't care if I could go to the painless and painless Western Lotus World as mentioned in the scriptures, maybe I would have gathered all the monks of the ascetic lineage here and chanted the sutras for you. ”

Zhuge Chen scolded with a smile: "I'm not dead, what's the excess? Besides, this is too cheesy." Why is it that among you ascetics, there is also a popular saying that you take people's money to eliminate disasters for others?"

The barefoot monk didn't answer, probably not knowing what to take. Zhuge Chen didn't feel embarrassed for the other party, walked into the path with him, and walked forward slowly.

Tonight, there were no unrelated monks in the evil temple, and only the barefoot monks and the two ascetics guarding the tower remained. Deserted and deserted, but in this thousand-year-old temple, Zhuge Chen still smelled the breath of time from the mottled murals on both sides. In front of him, there is a picture of the big Buddha on the top of the main hall, and at the foot of the solemn big Buddha, is a little monk who untied his pants. And next to the little monk was the abbot in a robe with an angry face. Even though it was already a little difficult to distinguish clearly, Zhuge Chen was still attracted by it, stepped forward, and took out the gap flying sword from his big sleeve. There is no other reason, but this painting, placed in this ancient temple, is really a little inappropriate. It is precisely because of this that Zhuge Chen can be interested.

As the flying sword swept by, time passed, and the murals were gradually restored, so that the two of them could see the grandeur of the Zhenxi Temple at the beginning.

It's just that after all, this is the result of the passing gap flying sword contaminating time, and it can't last too long, so when the time of a pillar of incense has passed, the mural returns to the scene when the two walked by.

"Buddha's head, what does the mural want to express?" Zhuge Chen turned his head and asked the barefoot monk with a smile.

The barefoot monk replied, "I am an ascetic, and I read a lot of scriptures on weekdays...... But after all, because of the rampant demons and monsters, there is no way to dive into it. But I've heard a little bit of this painting. ”

Looking at the barefoot monk who deliberately sold Guanzi, Zhuge Chen said helplessly: "Then I beg the Buddha to solve my doubts, and don't continue to talk like this." ”

"As it should be. The barefoot monk said with a smile: "In fact, this painting is just like the surface, the little monk does not respect the golden Buddha statue, and he is relieved in the main hall, and he is caught by the abbot, which is inevitably a scolding." If you are placed in the temple of the town of evil, and you have the courage to do so, you will copy the scriptures ten times, or at worst, you will be alone in the ashram, facing the wall and thinking, and it is very likely that you will not be given food for several days. It will not be released until it awakens from the heart. But the interesting point is that this little monk can speak well, first asked the abbot, where is the Buddha? Answering that the Buddha is in the ten directions, otherwise how can the word Buddha come from in the ten directions? When the little monk heard this, he said respectfully, "Since the abbot knows in his heart that the Buddha is in the ten directions, then where can I not solve it?" Why can't I be here? After hearing this, the abbot suddenly woke up and left, but it was inevitable that he would be punished. ”

Zhuge Chen laughed softly, took out a pot of wine from the mustard seeds, opened the seal and put it to his mouth, and muttered after taking a sip: "Since the abbot has already understood thoroughly, why do you still punish the little monk?"

"There is a saying in Buddhism, it is the wine and meat that passes through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart. If the world learns from me, it is like entering into the devil's way. The barefoot monk glanced at the wine jug that was still in his hand, and he didn't put it, let alone put it. simply looked ahead, so as not to be more embarrassed to look at Zhuge Chen: "As far as that little monk is concerned, he is indeed proficient in sophistry. People eat whole grains, and naturally there are many tedious things. But in any case, before the small Buddha statue, it is not a reason to speak. Let the little monk escape this time and be complacent, and no longer ponder the Dharma in the future, but deliberately express himself in this regard, one day, it will be a harm to the world when he goes to a fork in the road. Childe, did you understand what I said?"

Zhuge Chen said with a smile: "Some of them understand, and others may not be able to understand anyway." Thanks to the head of the Buddha to thank the head of the Buddha, as for the in-depth study, forget it. I also have a friend who is a Buddha in the pure place of Buddhism, and even he wants to pull me into the Buddha's door, but he can't say that I can't give up anyway. If you fall into one of my unintentional remarks and bury half of your life of penance, it will be too late to regret it. ”

Although Zhuge Chen's words were not unkind, they were indeed reasonable. What's more, the barefoot monk is not pedantic, he knows how powerful it is, and after softly thanking him, the two of them came under the tower.

Because they had already learned the reason why Zhuge Chen came here from the barefoot monk, the two tower guards worked together to open the tower door, and then said respectfully: "Son, please." ”

At this time, the barefoot monk said: "I'll send it here, even if the tower where the demon ancestor is imprisoned is me, I can't enter it at ordinary times." Whether the dream country can be stable in the next thousand years, everything is free from you, Childe. ”

Zhuge Chen walked into the tower with a smile and said, "Such a heavy burden is really head-wrenching!"

So he was left alone and disappeared into darkness.

Outside the pagoda, a barefoot monk and two other dervishes sit on a boulder in front of the door. One of the ascetics touched the wine jug in the hand of the barefoot monk, shook it twice, and found that there was no wine in it at all, so he was inevitably a little disappointed, so he said: "This pot of wine was given to you by the man in white just now? It smells good, but unfortunately there is nothing left to satisfy our brothers' hunger." Buddha, you're really not a thing. ”

The status of the three of them is actually not much different in this evil temple, so there is no taboo in chatting.

Another tower keeper said with some concern: "Look at his face, he is so young, is he really competent?"

The barefoot monk nodded and said, "Although it is still unclear, at least in my eyes, the strongest person in the entire Jiangnan Water Town is this white-clothed outsider." If he has nothing to do with the Demon Ancestor, what can you and I do?"

The two tower guards nodded helplessly, and said in unison: "That's it." ”

......

Walking into the tower, Zhuge Chen ascended step by step along the rotating staircase, and did not stop until he saw two flames. Pythagorean Library

Just as he was muttering how there could be such a bright candle in the tower, and it seemed that the ascetics were having a good time, a roar rang in his ears. Zhuge Chen looked up and saw that in front of him, there was a flying dragon crawling on the ground. It is surrounded by iron chains, which prevents it from soaring through the clouds. Zhuge Chen stepped forward with a smile, patted the flying dragon's huge nose, and said with a smile: "It seems that the flying dragon that the barefoot monk said is you, right?"

The wyvern let out a snort and glanced at the chains on his body, but the implication was that if there was no restraint from this thing, it would not be easy to eat you?

Zhuge Chen smiled lightly, and did not directly do it, cutting off half of the realm of the flying dragon as mentioned before, but bypassed the huge body of the flying dragon, walked to the chain, and leaned down to take a closer look. On the chain, there were runes that he couldn't read. If you stare at it for a long time, you will be dizzy. Close your eyes as if you're in a dream. Without thinking about it, he knew that it must have been the work of the saint who was well versed in dreams. Since the flying dragon can be imprisoned here, and he is also imprisoned by the sage in chains, it must not be something that Zhuge Chen can solve now. At that moment, Bai Yi had an idea in his heart, that is, to escape quickly. As for the matter of promising a barefoot monk to put aside for the time being, after all, I have to do it if I have the life.

Frowning, Zhuge Chen walked back. However, at this moment, the voice of the flying dragon sounded behind him, like a middle-aged man standing behind him: "Don't leave yet, talk to me, I won't kill you." ”

Zhuge Chen turned his head, squeezed out a smile, and said: "I just have nothing to do to come up and take a look, I don't mean to deal with you, let's discuss everything slowly." ”

There are no three hundred taels of silver here, but this sentence made Feilong laugh, and the dragon head stretched forward and came to the vicinity of Zhuge Chen. Feilong first looked Zhuge Chen up and down, and then said: "So young, it is the realm of bamboo basket water, no matter where it is placed, it can be said to be the pride of the sky." If you were born in a small world with broken rules built by that saint, you would be even more astonished, and your future achievements would be limitless. ”

was broken by the flying dragon's words, but Zhuge Chen was not panicked, but said calmly: "I am an outsider, not from this small world. And...... I'm not a real bamboo basket to draw water, but a pseudo bamboo basket sword cultivator. ”

Feilong snorted coldly, lost interest in an instant, moved the dragon head away, and lay on the ground, as if to continue to nap: "Stepping into the pseudo-realm, you are stuck in the quagmire, and it is not easy to get out." I'm so optimistic about you, it turns out that you're half a waste. Even if you can match the realm of the Dao in terms of killing power, you still have no power to return to heaven in the face of the saints. Hurry up, hurry up, I would not have talked nonsense with you if I had said that earlier. ”

Looking at the disgusted appearance of the flying dragon in front of him, Zhuge Chen didn't get angry, just looked at the other party and said, "Then what if my pseudo bamboo basket has actually been salvaged with wonderful arts?"

Wyvern raised his eyelids and said, "How is that possible? ”

As he spoke, Zhuge Chen used his mirror to wipe it in front of the flying dragon's eyes. Then the Wyvern saw that he was no longer imprisoned in the tower, but in the sea of stars. In a trance, it seems to have returned to the old time, and the thousands of rivers and mountains have a panoramic view of the places it has passed.

As a flying dragon, although it is not the real dragon, it is still the closest dragon species to the real dragon in the world. Luck is blessed with a unique body, making it unscrupulous. The people in the three sects did not choose to deal with it because of the dragon inheritance, and many things were endured if they could endure it. Anyway, what the flying dragon did was not excessive, and he had never done anything that hurt the heavens and reason, and at most it could only be said to be stubborn.

It wasn't until it broke into here that a Confucian sage built a small world for contemplating the Tao. Not only did the saint's half-life hard work go to waste, but the flying dragon also provoked the other party with his own identity. And how did it know that this Confucian sage was already on the verge of death, so naturally he would not care whether the other party was a true dragon in that world. Even if the wyvern is imprisoned in this tower, imprisoned in rune chains, he cannot escape.

Thousands of years have passed, and because of the chains, although the realm of the flying dragon has not fallen, it has not increased at all. And it is also accustomed to the current days, and it also understands what it means to be happy in suffering. Normally, he fluttered his wings and flew, although he only fluttered twice in the tower, but he still disturbed the ascetics in the evil temple outside. This came and went, and for some reason, it became the culprit in the ascetic's heart. And those demons and monsters have naturally become its dependents. However, the truth of the matter has nothing to do with it. Otherwise, how can people in the three religions evaluate him as stubborn?

Gradually, the galaxy disappeared, and it returned to the tower. It didn't seem to enjoy the comfortable time of Fang Cai, it looked at Zhuge Chen, and said almost beggingly: "Why don't you use Fang Cai's magic again?"

Zhuge Chen shook his head slightly, and the flying dragon had no choice but to give up. Then it went on to ask, "I've also heard that there are only two possibilities. The first is that he knows that he can't reach the realm of the True Dao, and if he breaks the jar, it is better to salvage the magic technique first, after all, it is a real lethal increase. As for the second ...... It only exists in the imagination of a practitioner, you are not so crazy, and you want to salvage another wonderful technique, right? If this is the case, for the sake of you to make me reminisce about the time I was comfortable with, I advise you that it is better not to do this. When the time comes, there is no turning back. It's better to get lost and get back to the best now. ”

Zhuge Chen shook his head again.

"You little baby, why don't you listen to persuasion?" Feilong, who was thinking of giving some suggestions and letting Zhuge Chen continue to use magic techniques to make himself comfortable in this cage for a while, saw that the other party was a kid who didn't eat oil and salt, and said angrily at the same time.

"Not two, but three. Zhuge Chen opened his mouth and said: "In addition to the magic techniques that have been salvaged now, one is left by the predecessors, and the other is the prototype that has been realized. Presumably, as long as you can walk on the bamboo basket to draw water step by step, there is nothing to worry about. ”

When the flying dragon heard this, he was taken aback. After all, if Zhuge Chen really successfully salvaged the three wonderful techniques, he would be invincible in the realm of drawing water from a bamboo basket. Coupled with the blessing of the identity of the sword cultivator, no one can stop it. Not to mention true dragon species such as flying dragons, even if they are reincarnated by real dragons, they may not be opponents in this realm. It finally understood what kind of monster the young man in white was standing in front of it now. I also remembered what the saint who imprisoned it here said before his death.

"If you want to be liberated, it's simple. In the future, if someone comes, they willingly follow each other. Let it break the chains and let you go. At that time, the Confucian sage, most of the qi in his body had been lost, and his vitality was irretrievably gone: "Just in case, I left a dream lock in your body." If you regret not following the other person, the dream lock will drag you back to this place, never to leave the tower. ”

Thinking of this, the wyvern suddenly came to its senses, it raised its head, wanted to stand up, and then said, "Then can you help me break the chain?"

Zhuge Chen hurriedly waved his hand: "No matter how high the killing power of my pseudo-bamboo basket is, I will never be the opponent of the flying dragon." If you're trying to trick me into getting you out, you'd better forget it!"

Feilong hurriedly told the cause and effect, but how could Zhuge Chen, who was extremely vigilant, believe it? Without saying a word of nonsense, he hurriedly walked towards the door.

However, when he was about to step out of the gate and walk up the stairs, he felt that his steps were light. After a few moments, the surroundings changed. There are no towers, no clouds, but a dream-like place.

By Zhuge Chen's side, the flying dragon was no longer bound by iron chains, but at this time, it seemed more honest, and it didn't even dare to breathe. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt half-lying on the bed, smiling at the white clothes.

Zhuge Chen, a Confucian sage who understood the identity of the other party and was the master of the small world, stepped forward angrily, pointed to the other party's nose and began to show his hardships along the way, nothing more than because of you Lao Tzu will suffer so much and so on. As for scolding Zhuge Chen, he would never dare, even if the other party was dead, but he was still a saint after all. It's just a matter of being addicted to being measured and addicted, but if you really have no scruples, you have to be thrown back into your dreams. If his memories had been taken away this time, he would have died here. After all, if he offended the young emperor, if he gave the other party the opportunity to settle accounts, he would really have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

"Finished?" The middle-aged Confucian glanced at Zhuge Chen, who nodded beside him and retreated to the side very knowingly, stretched out his hand and pointed at the flying dragon and said, "After being stupid for so long, I finally did the right thing." It seems that naughty children should be disciplined well, and my friends don't seem to have understood this until I died, and came to me to let you go. At that time, I was so angry that I wanted to kill you directly, I didn't care if I was going to die, but I cared about the life and death of a flying dragon. ”

Glancing at the helpless forehead, it should be a Confucian sage who is telling jokes, the flying dragon is prostrate on the ground, how dare he say a word of opposition? If he is imprisoned in the tower again, he will have the heart to kill him.

"As my compensation to the young man in white, you can follow him in the future! The middle-aged Confucian stretched out his hand, motioned for Zhuge Chen to sit by the window, and then said: "I have been immersed in dreams for thousands of years, but in the end, I still fell short, and I didn't even have someone who could take over my mantle, is it really sad? Do you think I'm going to use you to view the Tao? I'm all dead, so I don't care about that. It's just that I want you to take over my mantle, but before that, I have to test my heart, right? ”