My brother is so cunning.

"This is the 'Huangliang Hat'. It is a device I developed based on the memory extraction device technology. On the original basis, new functions have been added. It can stimulate the cerebral cortex and create perfect dreams extracted from real memories or carefully woven fictitious ones. The user A pillow of yellow beams is like reincarnation."

Master Fashan needs to wait between dreaming and waking up. Wen Ruihao, who had nothing to do, answered patiently like a teacher.

He Lingyun was shocked, her beautiful eyes widened, and the way she looked at Wen Rui was different. She had never heard of a magic weapon that could weave memories, simulate reincarnation, and help people realize enlightenment. Such mysterious magic weapons must at least be the legendary gold Only the immortals in the fairyland have it.

The Lishan Immortal Sect is also the direct descendant of Jie Jiao. Its current power may be extremely weak, but its foundation is extremely profound, and countless ancient secret scrolls have been passed down in the sect.

Mother Lishan and several of her direct disciples have all participated in the Battle of the Gods. What powerful magic weapon has not been learned on the battlefield?

Knowledge is by no means short-sighted.

As a well-known good student among this generation of disciples, He Lingyun's life basically consists of two points and one line in the training room of the library. Apart from practicing, he is reading books. He is not only familiar with the ancient magic weapons recorded in the books, but also has countless treasures.

A good student's habit of diligent study and inquiring broke out. He Lingyun couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked with eyes wide open for knowledge: "What kind of magic weapon is the memory extraction device? Which immortal does it belong to? I have never read anything about it in the library. "Books."

"You'd be damned if you could read it in the classics."

Wen Rui smiled and said: "The memory retrieval device is the magic weapon of a blue-gray-haired senior master."

"well?"

He Lingyun tilted his head and said in confusion: "The collection of our Lishan Immortal Sect is a complete set of Taoist secrets copied from the library of Tongtian Patriarch Biyou Palace by Grandmother Lishan. All the major events that have happened since the beginning of the world have been recorded. Such a magical magic weapon How could it not be recorded?”

Master Fashan fell into a deep sleep and could not wake up from his dream for at least an hour. Wen Rui had to wait around and patiently answered He Lingyun's questions.

"You should have read in the ancient records that there were thirty-three heavens and three thousand worlds in the great world, right?"

"Yes, the world is really big. I really want to see it, but it's a pity that I haven't even traveled a thousand miles away from the Lishan Immortal Sect."

“The world is bigger than you think.”

Wen Rui looked at the sky, showing fascination, and said: "Three thousand worlds are just a virtual finger. In fact, there are infinite worlds, and there are infinite possibilities in the infinite universes. Even the great world has infinite parallels. Universe, maybe in some parallel universe, you are a human race and I am a demon race.”

He Lingyun opened his mouth slightly, deeply shocked by the concept of infinite parallel universes described by Wen Rui.

"The barriers between the big worlds are very strong. Not to mention Daluo Jinxian, even saints can hardly break through the boundary restrictions and go to other big worlds. However, in the countless branched small worlds of the great world, saints can Project clones and incarnate into millions to sit in all directions.”

Wen Rui continued to explain: "The world is endless, and the possibilities are also endless. Outside the boundaries of the great world, there are many capable people and strangers who can easily break through the boundaries and travel through the boundaries. The blue-haired senior I mentioned belongs to this category. He is a stranger from outside the realm and has no cultivation realm at all. It will be difficult for cultivators to detect him when he reaches this realm. The laws of heaven will also quietly erase the traces he left behind. Naturally, there is no way to record it in the classics of this realm. "

He Lingyun nodded as if she understood. Fortunately, she was a good child who loved reading. She had some basic theoretical knowledge of the great world through reading classics, otherwise she would not have been able to understand even a single sentence.

"The blue-haired senior used the teleportation gun to travel to this world at will. For him, traveling across the world was as easy as eating and drinking. The boy who came with him was obsessed with a certain female goblin. He has no shame in this world. The land lasted for so long that I almost gave birth to a child."

Wen Rui's face was complicated, as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past, and he said in a solemn voice: "The old man doted on his grandson, let the young people run wild, and had many scientific research and academic exchanges with me out of boredom. Ahem, even though he is a one-sided academic hegemon. Ling He's intellectual discrimination also benefited me a lot. You don't know how hard I worked to send away those two living fathers, preserve the peace of this world, and eliminate a catastrophe in disguise. "

He Lingyun tilted his head, confused as to what his senior brother meant. He had saved the world without anyone knowing, but he felt like he was bragging.

"I have also met a white-haired female swordsman who has experienced hundreds of battles and carries two swords on her back; a group of silver-gray heavy-armored iron cans who are chasing subspace demons here; and a weakling who wears a ram-horned helmet and claims to be a god. , an annoying guy wearing a red tights and talking nonsense, a baby and a talking white dog, a doctor riding a phone booth..."

Wen Rui counted all the family treasures on his fingers and said with a wry smile: "It's a pity that except for the old senior, no one else can help. They even refused to take me away, saying that it would disturb their time and space."

The more He Lingyun listened, the more confused he became, and he couldn't help but ask: "Brother, don't you say that it is difficult for saints to break through the barriers of the realm? There is no record in Lishan's classics, which means that the immortals since the beginning of the world have never encountered it. Are you the only one who has encountered capable people and strangers from across the world in all these years, and you have met so many of them?"

"Probably because same-sex attracts, I have become the abnormal anchor point of this world's time and space system... Ahem, I'm going too far. Just listen to the nonsense. Knowing too much is of no use to your practice."

He Lingyun narrowed his eyes. Seeing that Wen Rui didn't want to say more, he couldn't continue to ask more questions. However, he kept all his doubts in his heart and became more and more curious about Senior Brother Wen. He changed the topic and continued to ask:

"Senior Brother Wen, what kind of reincarnation dream did you weave for this fierce monk?"

"It's just the memory of the short life of the little pig demon in Langlang Mountain that he killed casually."

Wen Rui smiled meaningfully and replied: "Buddha's second disciple Jin Chanzi once said when he was teaching Dharma: 'Humans are born from human mothers, and demons are born from demon mothers.' The dream of reincarnation in the first life only allows Fashan understood this Buddhist verse."

He Lingyun tilted his head and said, "Has Jin Chanzi ever said such a thing?"

…

At this moment, Master Fashan is in the dream space.

A little pig demon was sitting in the cave, taking out a cloth bag from the basket.

"Mom, these are called steamed buns. I just bought them in the town. You and your brothers and sisters can try them."

In front of the little pig demon sat an ugly sow demon, surrounded by a group of little wild boars that were still pig bodies. The mother wild boar just smiled happily, and the young wild boars were chirping and noisy. They grabbed the food and ran to the side to play and fight for it.

"Leave a piece for mom!" the little pig demon shouted.

"Let them eat it all and grow stronger. Hey, how are you? You haven't been back for a year. Are you too busy?"

"Uh, yes, yes! Now the king has assigned me a lot of things, and I can't finish them every day..."

The little pig demon replied quickly, and couldn't help but think of the past of being bullied and persecuted by the big demon in Langlang Mountain Demon Village, but he didn't dare to show it.

"That's because the king pays attention to you. That day you were playing at the door and the king chose you at a glance. Three generations of our family finally have a talent! Oh, don't try too hard. Look at you, why are you so bald? Not to become a monk?”

"Oh, I've been staying up late lately...Hey, monk? This word is so familiar..."

"You have to learn to take care of yourself, don't be too tired." The sow demon said, taking a gourd from the back of the little pig demon: "Look, I guess it's empty. I just don't like to drink water..."

While they were talking, listening to the sow demon nagging him to practice with the king and strive to become a spirit as soon as possible, the little pig demon suddenly felt that he had experienced this episode.

During that experience, I seemed to be a young man living in a tribe at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. My family's situation was like that of a cave. I was spotted by a passing monk and took me to a temple to become a monk. After I became a monk, I took my time to return to my hometown tent. Visiting family...

At that time, grandma's instructions were almost the same as those of the sow demon, except that 'king' was replaced by 'guru', and 'incarnation' was replaced by 'achievement'. Even when she was bullied by her senior brothers in the temple, Forcing him to do odd jobs is consistent with the current situation.

For a moment, the little pig demon couldn't tell whether he was a little novice monk or a little wild boar, and everything in his past life seemed like a dream.

Next, the little pig demon returned to Langlang Mountain and overheard the king planning to set up a trap to ambush the eminent monk. However, in the villages and towns, it heard humans praising the eminent monk for subduing demons and thanking the eminent monk for his protection. On the one hand, he is a great hero.

The little pig demon's heart was shaken. It did not want to continue to do evil under the coercion of the big demons. It also did not want to live its life in a haze and be regarded as a dead monster even after it died.

The little pig demon was chased all the way by the wolf leader. He rolled and crawled towards the place where the trap was set. He escaped countless dangerous attacks along the way and luckily made it to the main road.

In the center of the continent, a handsome and tall monk walked with square steps and a broad head, surrounded by golden light, which was extremely dazzling.

The wolf commander who was about to catch up with the little pig demon turned around in fright and ran away. The little pig demon shouted: "Master, be careful..."

Before it finished shouting, it heard the monk's bell-like roar: "You're just a little demon, blocking the road and getting killed. You're a fool, but you dare to do whatever you want."

The little pig demon only saw the black shadow covering the sky coming towards him, and a thick nine-ring tin staff, surrounded by strong winds, getting louder and louder in front of his eyes.

The scene ended in blood red, and everything returned to silence.

Master Fashan suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the dream of reincarnation. Sweat dripped down his face. All the experiences he had experienced in the dream were reflected in the past one by one. Only then did he remember that on that day on the road, he waved his hand casually. The Zen staff smashed a charging pig demon into pulp!

The little demon's behavior was so stupid and reckless that Fashan didn't hear clearly what it was called at the time. However, after waking up from the dream and recalling the details in his memory, the words were exactly: "Master, be careful!"

The monk couldn't help but murmured in a cold sweat: "It's me, kill me?"