Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

The faint breath of destruction spread out.

Such a pass is arranged, although it is not clearly stated.

But it seems that as long as Chen Ze's body is attacked, there will be no time for any troubles, and the whole mountain will have to go to the west first.

All fear stems from lack of firepower.

Feeling full of security, Chen Ze poured Yuan Qi into the glazed orb, and then the orb flashed, and Chen Ze was pulled into the glazed orb again.

【Lucid Dream】Naturally follow the activation.

In the colored glaze world, Chen Ze opened his eyes, and in front of him was the image of the old monk he had seen last time.

At this time, the two images reflected each other, and the face of the old monk was indeed somewhat similar to the bones of the physical Buddha in reality.

"Master." Chen Ze quickly lifted up the Taixuan Gong, then lay down on his back with his chest folded, a large piece of marshmallow suddenly appeared behind him and caught him,

"What do you have to say here?"

"Benefactor." The old monk originally spoke calmly, but his voice was still trembling when he saw Chen Ze's creation out of thin air.

Those who didn't know thought this Liuli Treasure Realm belonged to Chen Ze's family!
"If it is mentioned in the secular world, I'm afraid there will be disasters." The old monk quickly returned to calm.

"So powerful?" Chen Ze's body duangduangduang on top of the marshmallows kept rising and falling.

"Could it be that as long as we mention it, we will be discovered?"

"No." The old monk shook his head and said,
"It's just that when you mention it, you will inevitably think about it and have delusions in your heart, which will increase karma and make it stronger."

"Who the hell is that?" The marshmallows scattered behind Chen Ze, and he stood upright in front of the old monk.

"It's not a human being." The old monk said solemnly,
"It's a place, a world, and its name is."

"Abi."

"Abi Hell?" Chen Ze was a little puzzled,
"Is there really such a place?"

"This Abi is not that Abi." The old monk stared at Chen Ze with some doubts.
"This is a world of ultimate bliss, above the mundane world. Just now, when I saw the benefactor, there was something from Ah Bi."

"It's in me," Chen Ze murmured, using his mind to force slightly, a large cloud of mist burst out all over his body and completely covered his figure.

When the smoke cleared, Chen Ze's outfit was exactly the same as in reality.

"This is it." The old monk pointed to Chen Ze's waist with his baby-like fingers.

"This?" Chen Ze took off the storage bag and held it in front of him.

"It's exactly this thing." The old monk's face was solemn, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"How could it be this. Oh—" Chen Ze suddenly figured it out.

The old monk was referring to the storage bag, not the charms in it.

The storage bag itself is woven from silk carpets of unknown origin mixed with crushed black egg shells. In addition, it also got a little "god" from Gujing Rusty Sword a while ago.

The most suspect is naturally the silk carpet with the largest proportion.

The white silk carpet was obtained by Chen Ze in Xianyue Mountain, and it was covered on top of the emerald at that time.

And the emerald is the "mother" of the old popsicle, and the old popsicle comes from the black egg.

According to the nameless senior, the black eggs originated from the so-called Outer Ruins.

In this way, whether it is a white silk carpet or a broken black egg shell, they can all be related to Waixu.

So Chen Ze boldly speculated,

"Grandmaster."

"The Abi you mentioned is still called 'Waixu'?"

"I don't know." The old monk shook his head and added,
"Abi doesn't know where she came from or where she's going."

"There are many names for this place, and different people call it differently. Some people once said that Abi is hidden in the sea of ​​suffering in the world, while others say that Abi is located in the depths of the desires of all living beings."

"Since the degeneration of heaven and earth, immortals and Buddhas have not appeared, and enlightened ones have hidden themselves in the world. There are rumors that they have disappeared into Abi."

"It's just that I don't know who is the cause and who is the effect."

Chen Ze listened quietly, only to feel that the so-called "Abi" sounded very similar to the "Waixu" mentioned by the unknown senior.

When he entered Liang Yi's dream before, the latter also said that there was a place related to the dream, which was a place of refuge.

It's just that Liang Yi was restricted and didn't go into details. Now that I want to come to these three places, they may all point to the same world!
And this location is likely to be related to the secret of the great change in the world's environment.

"Master." Chen Ze asked the old monk again,

"What was the environment like in your age?"

According to historical records, Huineng lived from 638 to 713 A.D., more than 1000 years ago.

Unexpectedly, the old monk shook his head,
"The old monk is still alive, and his memory is full of gaps. He can't remember what happened so long ago."

"Then you Gouke, why have you lived so far?" Chen Ze blurted out.

"I don't remember."

Chen Ze was completely speechless.

I thought that if I caught a living fossil, I could squeeze it out, but I didn't remember anything.

"You remember that He Ping?" Chen Ze had no choice but to bring up the topic again.

"The benefactor He should be a member of the Taoist school." The old monk answered eloquently this time,

"I don't know where I found out that I came to visit the old monk, but I haven't seen him since I refused."

"You said he possesses strange magic powers." Chen Ze rubbed his chin and murmured,
"What kind of strange art?"

"This person is good at acupuncture and moxibustion with pills. He has the ability to save lives and heal the wounded. He once cured several paralyzed monks in our temple within a stick of incense." The old monk replied.

Good medical skills. Sometimes there is only a thin line between saving and harming people.
Now the suspicion of that He Ping suddenly rose in Chen Ze's heart.

"Apart from this He Ping, has anyone else visited you?" Chen Ze asked after deliberation.

"Of course there is." The old monk remained expressionless,

"There are people who know the old monk, and there are people who don't."

"They also have strange magic?"

"Not much, but not much."

"What kind of strange art?"

"There are objects from the air, there are breathtaking ones, there are infinite powers, and there are high-strength martial arts," the old monk described one by one.

"Then what level am I in there?" Chen Ze was full of curiosity.

"Benefactor." The old monk's face finally showed waves,

"The donor is not the same kind of person as them."

"Why?"

"They can be regarded as possessing supernatural powers, but the donor... I'm afraid they must be regarded as possessing supernatural powers."

It sounds like other people are not on the same level as Chen Ze.

"Master, can you give an example to clarify the confusion?"

"Among them, those with infinite strength can only smash rocks with their fists, and those who resist objects in the air can only command flying swords, and their power is weaker than that of pistols."

"That's why nine out of ten people who come to visit will not be able to see the old monk. I have never seen someone as domineering as a benefactor who demolishes mountains at every turn."

For some reason, the old monk had an awkward expression on his face when he said this.

However, Chen Ze didn't have much psychological burden. He touched his nose and asked about the situation of these people.

It turned out that most of these people belonged to certain organizations, and they either came to cooperate with each other or wanted to inquire about news.

Huineng's coping method is to hide when he can, never agree to anything, and only seek to be wise and protect himself.

Therefore, after the drastic changes in the world and the environment, he is not very clear about the hidden organizations in the Dharma-ending Age, but he only knows that there are actually many similar people.

In fact, Chen Ze had also been psychologically prepared for this situation.

As an intelligence dealer, Wang Zhenguo hinted that countless incidents happen every day in the world, among them, how many people are missing, how many cases cannot find out the truth, and no one can say how many people or things involve extraordinary power. clear.

Maybe many of the familiar urban ghost stories and legends of ghosts that Chen Ze has heard are true.

That's why Wang Zhenguo kept his distance and never explored the secrets of Chen Ze.

After asking the question, Chen Ze smiled slightly, and sat down cross-legged on the spot, and the air flow gathered around him, forming a faint swirl shape.

"Master Huineng." Chen Ze didn't speak, but a voice echoed in the sky,
"Your Liuli Treasure Realm is so big, can you let the younger generation realize it?"

The old monk looked solemn and clasped his hands together as if he was thinking carefully. After a while, he said,

"Donor, please do what you can, and do what you can."

"Master, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion." Chen Ze knew the meaning of the old monk's words.

So he stopped talking nonsense, and directly used the self-created alchemy, turning it into a condensed mass of monstrous flames, surrounded by fluorescent stars constantly submerged in it.

In the real world, what is absorbed and refined is the primordial energy of heaven and earth, but what is absorbed in this glazed world is naturally spiritual power.

Silently, [Lucid Dream] was put into the groove of [Skill Deduction].

Chen Ze's primordial power has also been strengthened.

This is on someone else's territory, so naturally he can't go too far, like he did in Liang Yi's dream last time, just eat it up and wipe it clean.

But such a self-contained world of spiritual energy, even if a small amount of it is refined and analyzed, can be of great benefit to the primordial spirit and enhance the understanding of spiritual consciousness cultivation.

I don't know how long it passed like this, until the old monk who had been sitting cross-legged in front of the pill fire suddenly coughed twice.

The pill fire shrinks, condenses, and turns into a human.

Chen Ze seemed to have tacitly stopped absorbing and refining.

"Benefactor." The old monk had just opened his mouth, but he always felt that something was weird.

"Benefactor?" He suddenly found that Chen Ze in front of him seemed to be a little stiff, and his expression was no longer as agile as before.

"Benefactor!" The old monk was anxious, and immediately stood up, and the situation in the world suddenly changed.

A thunderbolt struck, and this "Chen Ze" turned into light smoke and dissipated with a puff.

Meanwhile, in the real world.

"Certainly!"

Chen Ze stretched out his hand and pointed, and the piles of charms piled up on the fleshy Buddha emitted thousands of brilliance, covering the fleshy Buddha and the glazed orb on the lotus seat.

A faint beam of light connected the two together.

Chen Ze also lied. In fact, the effects of the spells he left before entering the Liuli Treasure Realm were not mainly for destruction, but for the primordial spirit.

Just taking advantage of absorbing and refining in the Liuli Treasure Realm, after understanding some of the rules, he left behind his false body, and his real body quietly withdrew and returned to reality.

Chen Zeliu's action can be regarded as repaying him in his own way.

Let you monks have a taste of being deceived!

The glazed orb trembled slightly, and the beam of light connected to the flesh Buddha was uncertain.

Chen Ze could sense that the old monk's consciousness wanted to withdraw from the Liuli Treasure Realm and return to the body Buddha.

But Chen Ze came out early to block it, which was equivalent to directly sealing the road to death.

call--

With a wave of his sleeves, more spells were slammed on the side of the lotus seat.

The bright blue luster diverges and extends, engraving a series of incomparable lines in the air, firmly suppressing the glazed orb.

In this way, there should be no soul left in the physical Buddha, which is equivalent to an empty shell.

Across the hill-like pile of charms, Chen Ze stared at the Buddha in the flesh, and his spiritual sense fluctuated slightly like seaweed.

An empty shell should be a dead object, and it shouldn't be able to trigger the sense of consciousness.

The posture of the body Buddha is slightly lowered, the eyes cannot be seen clearly, and there is a trace of muscle texture in the shriveled body. From the beginning to the end, it is as motionless as a statue.

But Chen Ze already had a bold guess in his mind.

So he dug in the storage bag, took out an exaggerated mace with a big head and narrow tail, more than two meters long, and several hundred kilograms in weight, and walked up.

Whoa whoa whoa——

He walked very slowly, dragging the spikes of the silver mace on the ground with a muffled sound.

Until the physical Buddha is near.

The oversized mace in the shape of a drumstick was held by Chen Ze in his hand, so cool that it covered him up.

After aiming at the flesh Buddha, Chen Ze opened his hips and swayed his shoulders, the mace was swung behind him with both hands, and one foot left the ground, gaining momentum into an outrageous posture like a cartoon.

The next moment, the huge weapon suddenly turned into an afterimage, rolling towards the crooked and emaciated body Buddha without the slightest emotion.

Whoosh—

"Wait a minute!"

The super mace suddenly stopped just a short distance in front of the flesh Buddha, and the strong wind blew off the cassock, revealing the upper body with a faint light.

"You are finally willing to show up." Chen Ze's mouth curled up, and he retracted the mace smoothly, and clattered it by his side.

The dim light climbed up from the body Buddha's back to the face like an insect, until it filled the eyes.

cluck, cluck—

After the mechanical ear-piercing sound, the Buddha in the flesh slowly raised his head, revealing his empty but gloomy eyes.

"What's your name?"

"."

"Don't you have a name?" Chen Ze leaned on the mace, almost licking a bag of melon seeds in his hand.

"Huineng." The flesh Buddha articulated lightly, making an extremely harsh and piercing voice.

"Are you the real Huineng?" Chen Ze had a guess in his heart.

When he talked with that old monk before, he always felt that the speaking style of that old monk didn't look like an ancient person, and he seemed to know too much about certain modern vocabulary.

Later, they had close contact, deceived the old monk in the Liuli Realm, and returned to reality early.

As a result, Chen Ze discovered that the empty shell body Buddha whose consciousness should be trapped in the glazed orb actually had hidden mental fluctuations.

Although it is secretive, Chen Ze piled up a small mountain of charms to detect it.

"." As a result, the body Buddha fell silent again.

"Are you Huineng?" Chen Ze held on to this question.

"Hiss, uh, ho ho." The physical Buddha seemed to want to sigh, but his physiological structure did not allow it, and he could only make a terrifying ghost howl.

"No." The flesh Buddha's lips moved up and down, like some kind of shellfish lying on the sand,
"This old monk was originally the abbot of Nanhua Temple."

Chen Ze suddenly left the mace and stood up straight.

Not only because of the amount of information in the words of the flesh Buddha, but also because of the tone of the flesh Buddha's speech
Why is it so similar to the old monk before!
A person's speech is not only the words, but also the severity, cadence, and pause of the words have their own unique style.

Chen Ze had doubts before, so he paid more attention.

"Abbot." Chen Ze crossed his arms and silently released Yuan Qi to surround the body Buddha.

"I hope the master will explain it in detail, so as to help me clear up my doubts."

Chen Ze's eyes were like mountains, pressing heavily on the Buddha's head.

The surrounding pressure increased sharply, and the air almost froze. (end of this chapter)