Great Dao Ji

Dreaming the universe is completely different from dreaming about an individual.

When dreaming about an individual, no matter what time period you go back to, you can only dream about him, but dreaming about the universe is different. The whole world and everyone can become his dream target.

In An Qisheng's view, this is no longer dreaming.

He thinks it is a rebirth of possession, a journey!

The owner of this body is dead. When he woke up, he was dead, and there was no trace of his soul left.

Because of this, he felt strange about this body, but did not feel repulsive.

An Qisheng wanted to bite his teeth, but he bit his gums. There were not many teeth left.

All over his body, from his hands and feet to his torso, from his stomach and internal organs to his bones and muscles, his whole body had fallen into a state of near collapse.

The end is coming.

Four words flashed through his mind.

There is no doubt that this is an old man who has really lived to the end.

In other words, the difference between this body and the corpse is that he still exists in this corpse.

But now that things have come to this, all negative emotions will only worsen the situation and will not help at all.

In a flash, An Qisheng calmed down.

He let the two little ones climb onto the bed, the boy moved his mouth away, and the girl poured a bowl of smelly black medicine into his mouth.

An Qisheng opened his eyes, making the two little guys feel that their master could still be saved.

"Hurululu~"

An Qisheng rolled his eyes because of choking. He had limited control over this body at this time, and could only remind himself in this way.

Fortunately, the girl was not hopelessly stupid. After seeing the rolling eyes, she hurriedly stopped her hands and feet.

An Qisheng's journey into the dream world did not end here.

"Clumsy, do you want to kill the master!"

The little boy glared at the little girl, snatched the medicine bowl, and fed it carefully.

The reason why they were desperate before was because their master had already fainted and couldn't even get the medicine in.

"Master"

The little girl blinked her big eyes, her dark face full of hope:

"Tingting wants you to hug her"

An Qisheng didn't hear this sentence, in fact, he didn't understand it.

He was trying to control this body to cooperate with the two little ones to feed the medicine, otherwise, it would be impossible for these two little guys to get the medicine in.

Even so, the two little guys were busy for most of the day, and they were sweating profusely.

"Huh!"

An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the warm liquid medicine flowing into his stomach along the esophagus.

Just to cooperate with the two little ones to feed the medicine, he spent as much energy as he fought a life-and-death battle with others.

"Master, Master, are you feeling better?"

The little boy was nervous.

An Qisheng didn't understand what the two little ones were saying, but he could guess what they wanted to say from the worry and nervousness on their faces.

He wanted to wave his hand, but finally blinked hard.

"Master blinked!"

The little girl exclaimed, jumping and jumping: "Master will be fine soon."

"Master is tired, let's let him rest."

The little boy pulled the little girl's arm.

The little girl wanted to stay, but after thinking about it, she followed the little boy out of the house obediently.

"This is a bad start"

Looking at the yellowed beams on the top, An Qisheng closed his eyes.

Continue to strengthen the control over this decaying body.

Because there is no soul left in this body, An Qisheng's control over the body is very strong. Although it is limited by the decay of this body, the speed of control is not too slow.

When it was dark outside, he could barely turn over. Although he couldn't get off the ground, his two arms could move slightly.

Looking at the loose skin on the yellowed palms and the clearly visible age spots, An Qisheng sighed in his heart.

Communicate with the Daoyitu deep in the soul:

"I want to know the information of this body."

Om~

The brilliant light on the ancient scroll flows like water, and the words on it appear in An Qisheng's perspective:

[Wang Quan (92 years old)]

[Life trajectory: Born in Jiufu Realm, Fengzhou, Dafeng Country, Ronghua Mansion, lost his father in childhood, lost his mother in youth, and his only younger sister was killed by a passing martial artist in middle age. After revenge, he had a great enlightenment

At the age of 92, he was taken away by Kong San, an abandoned disciple of Jishen Sect, who had been practicing for 72 years.

[Kungfu: Unknown Boy's Kungfu, Unknown Gale Sword, Qinggong Grass Flying]

[Consuming Dao power can trace back his memory, Kungfu]

"Seize the internal force?"

An Qisheng finally understood why he felt that this body was weaker than that of an ordinary old man.

It turned out that the internal force of the boy's kungfu that he had practiced for more than 70 years was taken away by someone.

"Jishen Sect Kong San"

Then, he became a little alert.

This old Taoist was deprived of his internal power and died of exhaustion. If he was reborn, wouldn't it cause doubts from Kong San?

"Consume the power of Taoism and obtain Wang Quan's text and information about this world"

An Qisheng thought for a while and said.

It is not possible to master the language, text, customs and habits of a different world from scratch by just entering a dream.

[Consume a little power of Taoism and obtain some of Wang Quan's memories]

Buzz~

There was a buzzing sound in the mind, as if someone punched him in the face.

In the slight discomfort, a lot of information flowed through An Qisheng's mind.

This world is called Jiufujie.

There are three days in the sky and seven red moons at night.

Because the territory of Jiufu Realm is extremely vast and complex, with many mountains and rivers, there has never been a unified dynasty for tens of thousands of years.

Therefore, the countries coexist in the world, there are frictions between each other, and wars often occur.

The place where Wang Quan is located belongs to Fengzhou Ronghua Prefecture, one of the sixteen states of Dafeng.

Dafeng is one of the seven strongest countries in Jiufu Realm. The contemporary King Feng is a man of great talent and strategy. He has been in power for 20 years and has made great efforts to govern the country and make the people strong. He has the potential to be the best among the seven countries.

Compared with the clear divisions of the countries, the martial arts world in Jiufu Realm is much more complicated.

The major sects headed by Huangjue Temple, Jishen Sect, Baiyue Villa, etc., are no longer limited to a single country. For example, the Six Hell Demon Sect, the public enemy of the martial arts world, has its influence spread across seven countries.

Unfortunately, that's all.

Wang Quan has never left Ronghua Prefecture in his life, and his understanding of current affairs is very little. Most of them are hearsay and half-understanding.

What he remembered most vividly was the nameless Tongzi Kungfu that he had practiced for more than 70 years.

This was a technique that Wang Quan got by chance when he was young.

"Tongzi Kungfu Tong Zhengyang told Potter that it was not a lie, it can really cultivate true qi."

After closing his eyes and digesting it for a while, An Qisheng was no longer completely ignorant of this world.

Wang Quan's memory contained the specific practice method of Tongzi Kung.

But because he did not extract this technique, although he knew the practice method above, he did not have Wang Quan's decades of practice experience.

Creak~

At this time, the wooden door was pushed open, and the red moonlight shone in.

The two dirty little ones walked in holding a few black doughs.

"Master, you, you can get up!"

Seeing An Qisheng half-sitting, the little girl jumped up and almost dropped the dough in her hand.

The little boy got anxious, his eyes widened:

"Jiang Tingting, be careful! We only get this much a day!"

"Master, you must be hungry, eat quickly."

Jiang Tingting ran to An Qisheng with a black steamed bread in her hand.

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

These two little ones, the boy is twelve years old, named Zhang Haohao, and the girl is nine years old, named Jiang Tingting.

They are orphans adopted by Wang Quan.

He took a look at the black steamed bread pinched by his little hands, and glanced at Jiang Tingting who was secretly swallowing her saliva. He reached out and picked up one, and pushed the other to the little girl:

"One is enough for me, you can eat the rest."

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

From the expressions and words of the two when they came in, he knew that the two little guys had actually gone down the mountain to beg, no wonder they came back in the middle of the night.

But although the old Taoist priest Wang Quan lived in poverty, he was not really poor. The things he had accumulated throughout his life were enough for the two little guys to live a worry-free life.

But he was not surprised that the only pillar of support, the old Taoist priest, fell.

Naturally, there were people who wanted to take advantage of the fire and swallow up the property of the Taoist temple.

"Oh."

Jiang Tingting obediently withdrew her hand, looking at the steamed bread in her hand, her little face was tangled.

I don't know whether to eat it.

"Master, water."

Zhang Haohao brought a bowl of water and handed it over.

An Qisheng took the water, didn't eat or drink, and turned to look at the two little guys:

"Did you go begging?"

"No, no."

Zhang Haohao's face flushed: "We, we went, went to beg for alms."

"Master"

Jiang Tingting was also a little at a loss.

Their master didn't like to take other people's things the most. He always said that begging for alms was a Buddhist saying, and there was no such rule in Taoism. You can't beg even if you starve to death.

This is miserable, I'm going to be scolded by the master.

"Well done."

An Qisheng just smiled:

"I'm almost starving, why are there so many things to be particular about?"

From Wang Quan's memory, he knew that there was no rule of begging in the Taoist world, but let alone that he was not a Taoist, even if he was, there was no such thing as begging in the Xuanxing Taoist.

A great master of Xuanxing Taoism, Wang Zhongfu, had a history of begging.

"Ah?"

Both children were stunned.

"Go to bed."

An Qisheng waved his hand.

The two little guys walked out dizzy, still wondering why the master had changed his nature.

An Qisheng swallowed the rough steamed bread with cold water.

He could even eat the inedible medicinal food in the training camp, so this steamed bread was no problem.

After that, he lay down again, feeling a little pity for the two little guys.

At their age, in Xuanxing or his previous life, they should be the apple of the eye of the family, but they begged for two steamed breads and were reluctant to eat them.

She is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

"What a pity"

An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Huhu~~~

The night wind blew, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard fluttered.

A figure jumped down from the roof, passed through the flying fallen leaves, and landed gently outside An Qisheng's door, silently.

The third chapter may be a little late, you can read it tomorrow morning.