Sanssouci and Long Ear pulled away a pile of dead branches next to the big tree, revealing a large winch, which was made by Sanssouc's master. Two years ago, at his beheaving, Master cut down a two-foot-thick tree, cut off a half-foot-thick trunk, nailed some wooden handles into the edges, used as a wrench to turn, and then mounted it on a wooden support to make this simple winch.

Tie this end of the rope to the winch, and with the combined rotation of the two of them, pull the prey up.

Although Wu Wu has a disability in his legs, due to the practice of the "Lingshu Washing the Marrow and Yi Jin Sutra", the true qi in the body is full, and the strength is quite large. There were at least thirty pounds of muntjac, and he carried it back alone. The two of them were by the stream behind the temple and skillfully dissected the muntjac.

Before sunset, Long Ear returned with a piece of fresh muntjac hind leg meat, and he had to help Aunt Big Mouth herd the cattle. In order to thank Aunt Big Mouth for sending moon cakes, Wu Wu specially asked Chang Er to bring some muntjac meat to her.

Carefree cut the remaining muntjac meat into palm-wide strips and marinated them in a large vat, and he had his own unique secret method of curing meat. Foodies are all experienced, especially fake monks like Wuwu, who used to eat radish and vegetables with his master every day, and sometimes the income from karma was extremely light, so he thought of a way to eat it himself. began to secretly make barbecue meat in the woods to eat, and later found that the master didn't care about him at all, so he blatantly tinkered with all kinds of delicacies in the small courtyard. Wu Wu also knew that Buddhism forbade killing, but his master never instilled these concepts in him. The master built a small courtyard behind the temple for him, just to facilitate him to live a free and easy life, and he didn't have to follow him to eat fasting and recite Buddha.

There is a row of bacon hanging on a bamboo pole in the carefree little courtyard, which is the meat of a small wild boar caught half a month ago, and now it is almost dry. There were also some dried bacon hanging from the beams in the house. It's autumn now, and Carefree is preparing for winter. After winter, the chance of catching prey in the trap will be greatly reduced, and if you want to live a cold winter with food and drink, you must stock up on more bacon from now on. It's a habit that Carefree has developed over the years.

It is said that children from poor families are in charge of the house early, and children like Wuwu especially know this truth. This year is very different, judging from the note left by the master, the master may not come back before the year. As for how long it will be before Master will come back, or even whether he will come back in the future, I don't know. Now that everything is on his own, he feels a little stressed. Only the bacon inside and outside the house gave him the confidence to live a good life. Catching this muntjac today is a big catch.

The next morning, Carefree began to be busy in the small yard, banging non-stop, and it was not until noon that he finished his work. After a brief lunch, Wu Wu continued to practice the "Lingshu Washing Pulp and Yijin Sutra" in the bedroom. However, this time it was difficult to get into the state, and there was always a feeling of restlessness, and I couldn't settle down many times in pranayama. This has never happened before.

No worries had to be hastily completed. At this time, suddenly the right eyelid jumped wildly. It is said that the right eye is jumping and the state of cultivation has been delayed just now, so what is going to happen is not going to happen?

After a busy morning, a wave of sleepiness hit, and I fell asleep without worrying.

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In fact, Sanssouci didn't sleep deeply, and he had an intuition that he seemed to have entered that very strange dream again.

He wanted to wake up quickly and get out of that horrible dream.

He tried to shout, tried to turn his body hard, but it was all in vain. He felt like he was dreaming, he knew that he hadn't slept deeply, but he just couldn't move, he couldn't wake himself up. It was a really hard feeling.

The half-awake consciousness gradually blurred, and instead a terrifying dream came at him inexorably.

Thunder and lightning flashed, torrential rain poured, the sky appeared blood-red vision, and the earth trembled violently.

Countless people were screaming in horror, but he couldn't make out what they were shouting. He ran in the same direction in panic with the flow of people.

His right hand was holding a soft, white hand, which was a woman's hand. The owner of that hand was dressed in a bright red wedding dress and wore red embroidered shoes on his feet.

"Who is she? Why can't I see her face? Who the hell is she?"

It's close, but it seems to be far away. Iren was on the side, but he couldn't turn his head to see her face clearly.

He found himself also wearing a bright red wedding dress.

"Am I married to her? she's my wife?" he asked himself.

The torrential rain soaked her all over. The rain-soaked wedding dress turned a dark red, clinging to her delicate body. When running, the red embroidered shoes stepped on the rain on the ground, splashing the water that was constantly flying.

Then, they flew into the air, speeding towards the place that glowed blood-red. They flew in a mess, because their clothes were soaked, and they didn't have the beauty of flying their sleeves at all.

A trance struck, and the headache was splitting.

The dream became fragmented, barely capturing any clear vision. There is a very strange feeling, that is, stuck, a stuck, the headache will be deepened.

There was a loud "crackling", lightning struck in the air, and a huge thunder seemed to explode in his ears.

The surrounding scene instantly became clear, like a Shura hell, miserable. In the distance, a blood-red light lit up the heavens and the earth, countless corpses and bones were scattered on the ground, and countless stumps and severed arms were scattered from the sky with a rain of blood.

Suddenly, a corpse fell in front of him. Blood gushed from the corpse, splashing his head and face, and his mouth was full of blood.

His right hand tightened, and the hands of both sides tightened. They flew into the air again, rushing towards the blood-red glow ahead.

Another massive flash of lightning struck him, and his whole body went numb, and his consciousness seemed to drain from his body like flowing water.

The right hand is empty.

In his stupor, he felt a woman shouting loudly in his ear, shouting all the time, and shaking his body incessantly.

"What is she shouting?" he couldn't make out what she was saying.

He wanted to open his eyes and look at her face, and he tried hard, but he couldn't.

The boundless darkness swallowed him completely, and he was like a speck of dust, floating aimlessly in the darkness.

"It's so cold!" he felt colder and colder in the darkness, colder and colder, and finally lost consciousness completely.

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It took a good hour to wake up, long enough, but he was exhausted by the horrific dream.

Ever since he was seven years old, he would have this dream over and over again every once in a while.

What kind of dream is this?

He asked Master, and after listening to the dream he described, Master only said two words without pain: "Chance!"

Carefree shook his head puzzled. Master only said, "The future knows itself." ”