big week bad guy

Chapter 283 A Bizarre Dream (4000 words in two chapters)

After a whole day of exhaustion, Zhao Xun quickly rested after returning to the bad man's office.

But not long after he fell asleep, he entered a dream, and what was even more amazing was that he even knew it was a dream.

He was sitting in an old SUV, feeling very melancholy.

The harsh hissing sound from the radio, accompanied by the sad and angry music, really made people dizzy and restless.Zhao Xun turned off the radio helplessly, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.Ignite the ignition, put the gear on, step on the accelerator, and the old off-road vehicle starts slowly.

Zhao Xun carefully pushed a CD into the player. Hearing the warm prelude, he finally shook his head and blew out a smoke ring.You can buy a pack of cigarettes for six yuan, but the mouth feels dry. If Zhao Xun smokes two or three packs a day, I don't know how long his already hoarse voice can last.But what's the use of keeping this voice?The first time Zhao Xun felt that life was hopeless was the night when he broke up with his girlfriend. Zhao Xun lost his soul and drank in the bar all night.Since then, Zhao Xun has never been to that bar again, and he has long been unable to tell whether it is day or night, and his mobile phone is turned off all the year round, and even Zhao Xun's friends who have died can't find him.

It's funny to say, since traveling broke into Zhao Xun's world, everything has changed drastically.Zhao Xun was originally a dreamer, but unlike the kind of man who was born to be a homeless man, he always likes to lie quietly in bed and read a book after work.Zhao Xun, who was born at the age of 24 and has not been out of the house a few times, never thought that one day he would drive a dilapidated off-road vehicle to travel to the west.

The old off-road vehicle was driving unhurriedly on the asphalt road, and the music was very rock and roll and suitable for the occasion.Zhao Xun, who was in a slightly better mood, naturally hoped that he could also make a big leap, and completely put that relationship behind him.

The picture turned sharply, just like a movie montage.

Zhao Xun found himself in a pasture again, and this time he was no longer the protagonist.

"May the heavens rain down, may the earth grow green grass, and may God bestow glory on the grasslands"

In the past few years, the grassland has been shrouded in the haze brought by drought and plague. The old scene of gurgling springs and green mountains is gone forever, replaced by withered grass and dead cattle and sheep everywhere.

After some discussion, the elders of the clan decided to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony to ward off the disaster and take refuge.As the most prestigious elder in the grassland, Bass was the well-deserved host of this grand ceremony.

"Ural, you have to remember that it is the devil who has infiltrated the steppe, and brought plague and death!"

Seeing the little boy casually weaving grasshoppers, the old priest frowned and gave him a hard look.

"Oh, yes, Grandpa Bath." The little boy was ashamed to be called by his first and last name in front of so many people.Ural bit his lip tightly and buried his head down, wringing his hands instead of daring to look up at the sharp gaze like a goshawk.

Of course, Ural knew why he was selected. As the son of the patriarch, Ural was born to be more eye-catching than other children on the grassland.Sometimes Ural wonders, is this luck or misfortune?Aban, who was born in the same year as him, would not receive so much attention. He could ride a pony on the summer grassland in a warm early spring, and he could close his eyes slightly on a lazy summer day. Lying on the hills, bathed in warm sunshine.

Bass obviously didn't want to get entangled in this matter anymore, so he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Leave it alone, next time you have to behave more solemnly... Ural, the main thing you want to do with creation is to be pious , He gave us life!"

Ural nodded heavily, and murmured a reply.It's not because he really thinks so, it's just that he doesn't want the old man to be caught and preached again.

"He is in charge of the world, he dominates all things, he created death and life, it is your honor to be tested by him!"

Ural had heard these words countless times when he was a child, and he really didn't want this eccentric old man to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

Bass' left cheek muscles twitched slightly, and he walked back to the fire in the center of the sacrificial field.Today's ceremony was very solemn, so he put on the milky white god hat and scarlet robe, with a silver bell around his waist and a leather drum tied on his chest.

That cheek with countless folds is as old as a history book written on a sheepskin scroll, and the high protruding bone is like the jagged stone milk at the foot of Tianshan Mountain...

Sometimes Ural wonders, is this slightly dark and vicissitudes of life the real reason for driving away the devil?

Bass threw a bundle of pine branches into the fire, and the air immediately filled with a faint fragrance.He knelt down reverently, and slightly closed his eyes.I saw him beating the leather drum on his waist loudly, waving his palms constantly, chanting words as if he was praying for something.

Green smoke lingered around Bass, and the mysterious characters soaked in his body seemed to gradually escape and float around.The muscles all over his body trembled, and they danced with the sound of the ancient spirit drum, as if he wanted to find something from the passing melody.

Suddenly, Bass uttered something, and his eyes suddenly opened.Immediately afterwards, he jumped up, and while singing scriptures that Ural could not understand at all, he danced a very strange dance beside the fire with drumbeats.The drumbeat became faster and faster, and his dance steps became faster and faster.He sang on the beat, his chest rose and fell sharply, and his cheeks were flushed with excitement.His dancing steps are light but not illusory, powerful but not clumsy, he only stopped after a quick pause, and the whole sacrificial hall became as quiet as the beginning of the wild...

Just when Zhao Xun wanted to take a closer look, the whole picture suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Xun woke up suddenly and found that he was still in the room of the villain's office.

What's happening here?
Why has he been having these weird dreams recently?
If the dream of driving to the west is still a little real, what is the meaning of the dream of offering sacrifices on the grassland?
Why can Zhao Xun see so clearly, and why can't he do anything?
Why was he led by the nose by the dream?
What is the relationship between this and the Western fantasy world that is opposed to this world?
What does the door of darkness mean?
Zhao Xun always felt that he was going to be driven crazy.

No, tomorrow morning he must personally ask his teacher Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi to find out what is going on.

Even if he is a time traveler, he shouldn't be under so much pressure, right?
Early the next morning, Zhao Xun went to Qinglian Temple to find his mentor.

To be honest, he hated such weird dreams.

Originally, he didn't believe in the theory of strange powers and chaotic gods.But since even time travel has happened, what else is impossible?
But he said that Zhao Xun came to Qinglian Temple soon, and the moment he saw his mentor, he immediately rushed forward and complained: "Men, I often have some weird dreams recently, why don't you help me find out where it came from?" problem."

"Ok?"

Wu Quanyi, Taoist priest of Qinglian, looked at Zhao Xun suspiciously, and found that his disciple's eyes were indeed dark circles, so he just thought it was funny.

He forced himself not to laugh out loud, and after a long time he cleared his throat and said, "Come and let me have a look."

Zhao Xun knew that his mentor was going to enter his sea of ​​consciousness, so he stood there quietly.

I saw Wu Quanyi took a deep breath, and then activated the mind-watching technique, and instantly entered Zhao Xun's sea of ​​consciousness.

The first time Wu Quanyi saw Zhao Xun entered his sea of ​​consciousness, he felt that this child was extraordinary, and now his point of view is even more confirmed.

Because Zhao Xun's sea of ​​knowledge is unfathomable!
This is a very rare phenomenon.

Generally speaking, a person's sea of ​​consciousness is limited and bounded.

Even those talented practitioners do not have a boundless sea of ​​consciousness.

So Zhao Xun's situation is completely a special case.

And after a period of observation, Wu Quanyi discovered that the width of Zhao Xun's sea of ​​consciousness was actually expanding.

The continuous widening and continuous extension of the boundary will make him unable to see the edge at a glance.

Convinced that he couldn't see anything, Wu Quanyi withdrew from Zhao Xun's sea of ​​consciousness.

He shook his head and said: "My dear disciple, your sea of ​​consciousness is getting wider and wider, and you can't see anything for me. It seems that the sea of ​​consciousness is covered with a layer of gray mist."

"How could this be?"

Zhao Xun felt incredible.

My mentor, Wu Quanyi, is a second-grade Taoist practitioner who is serious about the Eight Classics.

The mind-watching technique of Taoist practitioners can theoretically be more effective than his lower-level practitioners.

"Could it be because I raised my cultivation level in the next few battles? But no matter what, there is still a gap between my realm and yours."

Zhao Xun always felt puzzled.

"It doesn't have much to do with realm cultivation."

Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi said directly: "I don't think you are from this world."

What the hell!

Hearing this, Zhao Xun felt like falling into an ice cave.

How did the mentor see it?

The teacher knows that he is a time traveler, from another world?
But if the teacher knows the concept of a time traveler, does that mean that the teacher is also a time traveler?
After all, only the traveler knows the traveler best, just like only magic can defeat magic.

Just when Zhao Xun was about to grab his mentor's hands excitedly, Wu Quanyi's next words made him extremely embarrassed.

"You are from the fairy world. The head of the mountain has said that you are the Wenqu star who came down to earth. Wenqu star is from the fairy world."

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Zhao Xun didn't know what to say for a while.

If the mentor thinks so, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

"That being the case, teacher, then I will tell you my dream, and you can analyze it."

"Well, you said."

Zhao Xun naturally skipped the part of him driving an off-road vehicle on the road alone to relax, but directly talked about the bizarre sacrificial ceremony on the grassland, including the dark gate and the fantasy world in his dream.

After Zhao Xun's long narration, Taoist Qinglian understood.

"The prairie sacrifice should be a very ancient ritual originated from the northern prairie barbarians."

Daoist Qinglian's tone suddenly became very heavy.

"I've also heard a little bit about it. It is said that it is a ceremony for them to summon the devil. When they encounter extreme difficulties and have nowhere to go, the high priest of the Demon Sect will initiate this summoning ceremony."

After a short pause, Wu Quanyi continued: "In other words, when this ceremony is activated, the Mobei barbarians or the Demon Sect have reached a contract with the devil. According to this contract, they must be willing to do things for the devil. Same. Of course, in return, the devil will grant their three wishes."

hiss.
Hearing this, Zhao Xun gasped.

"That means the dream I had was probably true."

The prairie barbarians went south in a large scale, and there were many demon sect practitioners among them.

If you sit on the right number, the one who will perform the sacrifice will be the High Priest of the Demon Sect, and the ones who will participate in the sacrifice will be the grassland barbarians.

The grassland barbarians decided to go south to besiege Chang'an at this time because they experienced a very severe snowstorm in winter.

This blizzard lasted for a long time, and countless cattle, sheep, and livestock died in this blizzard.

Until the end of the blizzard, the prairie barbarians found that they had no hope of surviving.

In this case they had to go south to plunder.

And Chang'an, the richest place in the world, is their first choice.

As long as Chang'an is looted, they can live a good life for a few years.

Not only do you no longer have to worry about eating and drinking, but you can even live a luxurious life of wine and meat.

In other words, who can withstand this temptation.

"As for the dream at the Dark Portal?"

Daoist Qinglian frowned, her eyes full of uncertainty.

"I just heard about it. It is said that the parallel world opposite to our world is called Allen Lore. The people living on Allen Lore are very different from us. Their lifestyle, language and even practice system are completely different from this world. Different. The two worlds seem to be independent, but there is a situation where they can be connected, and that is through the portal of darkness."

Wu Quanyi had told Zhao Xun about the Dark Portal before, but at that time he was just surprised and didn't explain it in detail.

Since Zhao Xun asked again this time, Daoist Qinglian felt that it was necessary to explain it to him carefully.

"After the Portal of Darkness is opened, people from the two worlds can travel to each other. If the people of Alan Lore come to our world, they are undoubtedly invaders for us, no different from the barbarians on the grassland."

When Zhao Xun heard this, he felt a chill down his spine.

If this legend is true, then his two dreams are actually completely related.

He even came up with a very bold idea, that is, the devil summoned by the prairie barbarians through the high priest of the Demon Sect did not come from this world, but from the world of Alan Lore, which is completely parallel to this world.

Summoning is not that easy. If they want to successfully summon the devil, they must open the door of darkness.

Everything is connected, everything is connected!

Zhao Xun felt both excited and terrified.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Zhao Xun asked.

　PS: I recommend the new book "Little Guan Gong" who loves to drink sweet and spicy sauce~
　　


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