mythical visionary

Chapter 90 Dreamers of all ages, the rules of the first generation of dreamers
On the screen of the theater, the boy crawled in the darkness where he could not see his fingers. His body was covered with blood, and half of his body was shriveled and sunken, like a squashed tomato. Fortunately, the other half of his body remained intact. Crawling on the remaining left leg and arm.

"Where am I... Where the hell am I..." He muttered hissingly, the light in his pupils was like a candle flickering in the wind, it was palpitatingly dim, as if it would go out at any moment.

Xia Mingwei was greatly shocked. He stared deeply at the nine-year-old "ex-Xia Mingwei", his spirit was about to collapse, and the whole world seemed to be shaking.

"I want to live..."

"I still want to live..."

"I want to draw..."

"I want to see a good place..."

"I want to live..."

The boy collapsed to the ground, tears kept pouring from his eyes, he gritted his teeth and crawled forward one body after another.

After an unknown amount of time, his empty eyes were illuminated by a ray of light.The boy suddenly looked up, and saw dozens of shadowy figures like dead wood sitting cross-legged on the ground. They were arranged in a straight line, as if they were about to overlap each other. At the end of these dozens of figures, there was an The majestic gods and Buddhas glowing with golden light, huge earlobes, solemn facial features, and hanging bodies covered with cassocks all exude a sacred and inviolable atmosphere.

"Who is that……"

The boy swallowed, staring blankly at the floating Buddha statue.

At this time, the closest "meditator" suddenly opened his eyes. This is a thin foreign old man. His cloudy eyes were fixed on the boy, and he whispered something to him in an obscure language.

The boy couldn't understand, it seemed to be French.

The old man shook his head, sighed, and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

At this time, a boy in a tuxedo woke up behind the old man. He blinked his dark eyes and said with a smile in Chinese:
"This old man speaks French, and his name is Silvano. And I'm Naxiu, please help me."

"I'm Xia Mingwei..." Xia Mingwei's voice was hoarse and muddy, "I... I seem to be dying, can you save me?"

"No," Naxiu said, "you will not die, the state of all things in this space will not change, you will be fixed in the state when you entered this space."

"I won't die...I won't die yet," Xia Mingwei said wearily, "Naxiu, can you tell me where this is and who are you?"

"This is the tomb of the dreamer. I am the former dreamer, and this old man named Silvano is the former dreamer." Naxiu had a mysterious smile on his face, "And Xia Mingwei, you are the current dreamer." .Come, come, join us, let's meditate together, meditation is the only way to fight nothingness."

"What are you talking about, I, I don't understand." Xia Mingwei said.

"Uh," Naxiu rested his forehead with a headache, "I see that you slept in the fantasy black hole for so many years before you crawled over to the dreamer's tomb. Maybe your head is sleepy, so you don't understand."

"What is a fantasy black hole, and what is the dreamer's tomb?" Xia Mingwei asked.

Naxiu coughed and said slowly: "When the fantasy energy of the daydreamers is exhausted, they will create a wreckage or clone in the world to replace themselves, and then the body will be sent to this place."

"I do not understand."

"It's hard to explain to you." Naxiu said, "In short, you're dead, and you can never go back to the real world, so can you understand?"

"I... I'm dead?" Xia Mingwei froze.

"Yes." Naxiu nodded, and stretched out his finger towards the darkness in the distance, "Well, the next visionary is coming soon, look over there."

Xia Mingwei turned his head and looked blankly, only to see a figure slowly walking from the darkness.

It was a boy with a turban on his head and a white wrap skirt. His skin was a healthy wheat color, and his eyes were dark and energetic.

"Hello, where is this place?" the boy asked in a language that Xia Mingwei couldn't understand.

"It's Hindi." Naxiu raised his eyebrows and moved forward, "It seems that you are from India, and I am Naxiu. What is your name?"

"My name is Aamir Khan." The Indian boy said weakly, "I seem to be dead. I was still in the Thar Desert just now. Those human traffickers took me away. I wanted to resist them... But in a blink of an eye Just came here, I, I am a little scared, can you tell me what happened?"

Having said that, he slowly embraced the hood.

"Aamir Khan..." Xia Mingwei repeated the name blankly.

"Your face is terrible." Aamir Khan couldn't help shuddering when he looked at Xia Mingwei's sunken cheek.

"I'm already dead..." Xia Mingwei said, his voice was crying.

"Hey, so what's that?" Aamir Khan looked at the Buddha in the distance.

"He is the first generation of daydreamers, and we all call him Tathagata Buddha." Naxiu followed his gaze, "The world we live in was created by Tathagata Buddha."

"Buddha Tathagata?" Xia Mingwei was stunned. He had heard this name before, it was in "Journey to the West", and he was watching it with his parents at that time.In a dream that night.He also told the Rainbow God about this matter, saying that Sun Wukong is so pitiful, he was suppressed by the Tathagata Buddha under Wuzhi Mountain for a full 500 years.

"That's right." Naxiu smiled, "The Tathagata Buddha imagined this world in order to avoid a black monkey, and he wanted to stay away from that annoying monkey."

"Why, isn't Tathagata Buddha very strong?" Xia Mingwei asked.

"That black monkey is also very strong. It won't die, and it can absorb the resentment of the world, so it keeps getting stronger. Later, the Tathagata Buddha couldn't stand the entanglement, so he ran here!" Naxiu said exaggeratedly.

"Why does it pester the Tathagata Buddha?"

"I don't know, maybe this is the complicated love-hate relationship between gods and demons." Naxiu spread his hands.

Amir Khan heard half-knowledge, he suddenly felt frightened, and wept softly: "Then...the Tathagata Buddha can let us go home?"

"No." Naxiu sighed, "According to the rules set by the Tathagata Buddha, we have to meditate in this place forever. When we have the desire to die, we will become the same wood as them." He said pointing at the meditating daydreamers.

Amir Khan and Xia Mingwei looked together, and the bodies of those "idealists" were almost like dead wood, with no signs of life at all.

Both of them had symptoms of nausea, as if there were a thousand coelenterates struggling to wriggle upwards in the stomach, but only Aamir Khan vomited it out, and Xia Mingwei did not vomit because his stomach had been crushed.

"Are you kidding..." Xia Mingwei said tremblingly, "I don't want to die yet... I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Tears flowed from his sunken eye sockets, mixing with the black blood.

Aamir Khan next to him also burst into tears.

Naxiu looked at the two children helplessly: "Hey, I haven't cried yet. I've been here for hundreds of years, but I never wanted to die, so I didn't become like those old dreamers. wood."

"Hundreds of years?" Xia Mingwei asked hoarsely.

"That's right, I was born 300 years ago." Naxiu blinked, "I'm probably the strongest visionary except Tathagata Buddha. Guess what I did?"

"What did you do?" Xia Mingwei asked.

"I created a myth sequence and a career sequence, does that sound interesting?"

"What are those, I don't understand..." Xia Mingwei choked up.

"Don't understand this, forget it." Naxiu pouted, "Anyway, let's meditate together, or the Tathagata Buddha will turn you into logs."

Aamir Khan trembled all over, and ran back, his figure was engulfed by the thick darkness: "No, I don't want to die yet!" The next moment, his body turned into a log and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Xia Mingwei froze in place.

"See?" Naxiu shrugged.

Xia Mingwei swallowed, turned his head suddenly, and looked at the holy Tathagata Buddha in fear.

At this moment, he suddenly froze in place, and didn't even cry anymore. He saw four huge bodies rising slowly from the darkness behind Tathagata Buddha.

"Oh...Amir Khan actually created four mythical carriers before he died?" Naxiu also stared at the four blurred figures, and said in surprise, "It's amazing, they are about to take shape, it seems that this It can make quite a few waves in the world at once.”

"Mythological carrier?" Xia Mingwei asked puzzled.

"That's right," Naxiu said, "I rewrote the rules of daydreamers, so dreamers can create mythical carriers, um...mythic carriers are humans with mythical sequences, hey, it will be really difficult to get along with you for a while. Let me be clear, it's too complicated."

Xia Mingwei silently stared at the four slowly forming giant figures behind Tathagata Buddha. His remaining left eye was only wide enough to see the jackal-headed giant in cloth clothes on the far left.

"Anyway, Xia Mingwei, welcome to the Tomb of Dreamers, and we will meditate together next." Naxiu said, and suddenly changed his words: "I'm lying to you. In fact, you are finished, you and Amir Like sweat, it will soon be turned into wood! How pitiful."

"What did you say, why?" Xia Mingwei asked blankly.

"Because you brought that black monkey back to this world. It is the most hated thing of the Tathagata Buddha. How could the Tathagata Buddha let you go?"

"I didn't!" Xia Mingwei argued, "I don't even know what black monkey you're talking about!"

"No, you have." Naxiu said lightly, "You created a mythical carrier before you died, and the sequence of that mythical carrier should have been Prometheus, but your resentment attracted the black monkey The consciousness scattered in the universe, so the black monkey's consciousness defeated Prometheus and entered the myth sequence instead."

"I don't understand what you're talking about at all..." Xia Mingwei's voice trembled, his pupils constricted, he only knew that he seemed to have gotten into trouble and would turn into a log at any moment!
"That monkey is called 'Black Wukong'." Naxiu said gloatingly, "It is looking for Tathagata Buddha in the parallel universe, and the myth sequence you created was taken advantage of by Black Wukong's consciousness, so you created The mythological carrier that comes out becomes 'Black Wukong'. It's just that the consciousness of Black Wukong lodged in the myth sequence is still asleep, but it is slowly waking up, and sooner or later it will attract Black Wukong's body to this place. world."

"Black Wukong..." Xia Mingwei repeated the name blankly, "Then what should I do? What should Rainbow God do, she is still in this world."

"You can't do anything because you're dead."

"I can't die yet." Xia Mingwei grabbed Naxiu by the collar with his broken arm, "I must go out, Naxiu, you have to help me."

"Even if you say that, we can't violate the rules set by Buddha Tathagata." Naxiu sighed.

"I beg you!"

"So, I have a solution." Naxiu suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.

"What method?" Xia Mingwei was startled, as if he had seen the dawn.

"See these four mythical carriers?" Naxiu turned his head.

Xia Mingwei also turned his head, staring at the jackal-headed giant on the far left: "It... what are they called?"

"They are the gods of ancient Egypt." Naxiu said, "From left to right, they are Anubis, the god of death and the afterlife, Ra, the sun god, Osiris, the god of the underworld, and Seth, the god of deserts and storms."

"What should I do?"

"They are the fantasy products of that Indian kid Amir Khan just now, and they will go to the real world in a while. You can follow them to the real world, so that you can leave the tomb of dreamers."

"Follow them..." Xia Mingwei swallowed, his throat was so dry that it was about to tear, "What if the Tathagata Buddha finds out?"

"You will live forever without being able to be freed, and you will fall into endless pain." Naxiu said quietly.

Xia Mingwei was silent for a long time. He recalled his family, recalled the town, and recalled the fiery red giant who destroyed the town.

He wants to know how his hometown is now... At the same time, he also wants to prevent the mythical carrier he created from bringing Black Wukong to this world and redeem the mistakes he made.

"I must get out of here..." he said slowly.

"Actually, I have another idea, which can reduce your risk. After all, if you go out with this half-dead body, wouldn't you be belching?" Naxiu laughed.

"What do you think?" Xia Mingwei asked.

Naxiu approached Xia Mingwei's ear and whispered: "Abandon your current mutilated body, and then choose one of these four mythical carriers, enter its body, and act as it, so as to hide the eyes and ears of the Tathagata Buddha, That way you can live a few more years in the real world."

"Be it..."

"Yeah, what do you think the idea looks like?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Naxiu."

"But listen." Naxiu said slowly, "If you really do this, you have already violated the rules of the Tomb of Dreamers. Once the Tathagata Buddha finds out that you still exist in the world, then your fate will be certain. It’s miserable, and you might even beg to die.”

"Yes." Xia Mingwei nodded, his gaze firm.

"In the time after that, you have to play the role of the chosen mythological carrier well and make every step of the way, otherwise, once the Tathagata Buddha sees the clue, then you will be finished."

"I know, Nash."

"Then make a choice," Naxiu smiled, "Anubis, Ra, Osiris, Seth, which mythical carrier do you prefer?"

Xia Mingwei raised his blood-stained cheeks, swept his eyes over the four mythical carriers, and finally settled on the tiger-wolf-headed giant.

"I choose Anubis."

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