The Dream Master

After the spawning of the pool was completed, the feather-clothed old man had exhausted the last trace of mana. He paced hard, walked to the center of the pool step by step, and sat down cross-legged.

At this moment, I felt shocked.

He naturally understood that the spiritual pool he had seen in the cave before was mostly the one in front of him, and the corpse under the protection of the golden light should have been transformed by the old man in feather clothing.

Shen Luo came to the pool in a complicated mood, and saw that the old man in Yuyi was staring sadly at the void in front of him, his face looked a little bit sad.

At this moment, the old man suddenly flicked his wrist, and a flying knife flew straight up into the sky. After bumping at the top of the cave, the tip of the knife turned straight down and fell straight toward the top of his head.

He was really going to die by himself before he was seriously injured and died!

Shen Luo's heart tightened, and he subconsciously threw forward, trying to catch the flying knife, but his body became light and fluttered at the moment of flying into the air, his consciousness also blurred for a while, and then he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that he had returned to his room at Chunqiu Guan Qingshiping.

Bright sunshine projected in from outside the window, and the sound of birdsong fluctuated near and far, just in the early morning.

Shen Luo wanted to sit up, only to find that he was weak, unable to get up for a while, and then lay down again. The various situations in the previous dream continued to appear in his mind, and he was a little lost for a while.

He fumbled around on his body, and soon discovered that none of the flame spear and ice spear magic weapons he had obtained in his dreams were on him, including those pills that had not had time to figure out what it was, and the inner pill of the demon fox .

"It seems that things in dreams cannot be brought back to reality." Shen Luo murmured.

Having said that, he subconsciously ran the nameless technique, trying to mobilize the mana in his dantian. As a result, he felt a block of meridians, a dullness in his chest, and almost took a mouthful of blood.

When he tried to use the triple nameless technique, the mana available for mobilization in his dantian was pitiful.

Moreover, when that bit of mana was mobilized, when it was raised along the Ren channel to reach the Zigong acupoint, it was unexpectedly blocked there, unable to advance at all.

This situation was clearly exactly the same as when he had just started to practice the second unnamed exercise.

Shen Luo struggled to sit up, and tried again to use the nameless technique to transfer the mana in his dantian.

The result is still the same, his mana is really only what it was when the first round was completed.

"It seems that I was dreaming. How can the realm reached in the dream bring back to reality?" Shen Luo patted his forehead and smiled bitterly.

Having said that, the experience of breaking through the second and even third tiers in his dreams is still fresh in his memory, especially the various experiences and perceptions in his practice, which are even more vivid.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly tore off his chest shirt and looked there carefully.

However, the skin on his chest was as smooth as before, with no scars at all, and under careful inspection, there was no abnormality at all.

Shen Luo thought for a while, and then wanted to understand that the phalanx and the magic weapon pill, and even the realm of cultivation, were both dreamlike things, and would never follow him back to reality.

Suddenly, Shen Luo felt a sense of drowsiness rising, and the whole person was exhausted, and couldn't help but fell asleep again.

Almost at the same time.

In a mountain that is not far away from the Spring and Autumn View, a brand-new temple has just been completed. On the square in front of the Daxiong Hall, a large number of monks and believers gathered, their hands clasped together, and their eyes closed in prayer.

Inside the main hall, a six-foot-tall clay statue is covered with a layer of red cloth. Just waiting for the good time to arrive, the respected monk will uncover it and consecrate the golden body of the Buddha.

In front of a huge copper furnace outside the temple, an obese foreign man dressed in brocade stood upright, holding three high incense thick thumbs in both hands.

Inside the mountain gate, a statue of Wei Tuo is holding a vajra pestle, and his eyes are wide, scrutinizing the evils of the world. On the back of it, Maitreya Buddha holds a prayer bead, welcoming people with a smile, and making good deeds in the world.

Outside the door, two bamboo ladders had already been erected, and four young monks were working together to lift a large plaque and hung it toward the door.

The plaque is made of sandalwood, red lacquer as the base, and gold lacquer writing, on which three characters are written impressively: "Jialan Temple".

"Boom..."

At this moment, when the auspicious time arrived, a loud chime rang from the temple and traveled leisurely to the distance.

Not far from the temple, two hunters were standing in front of a barren mountain cave. From a beast clip set up the day before, a huge fox with mixed fur was inserted. Two arrows were inserted into the body and blood was dripping from the wound. .

The fox still had a fat field mouse in his mouth, and he did not let go until he died.

The two hunters were happily discussing, skinning it, taking it to the market for some food, and then taking the meat back to give the two children a tooth sacrifice.

None of them knew that in the depths of the cave, a newborn baby fox with a yellowish coat was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, it seemed to hear the bell from the temple, a pair of immature eyes slowly opened, and the two shaggy ears also stood up, and moved a little cleverly.

...

Early the next morning.

Shen Luo regained his spirit after a full day and night of sleep.

When he went to Zhaitang for breakfast, he met Tian Tiesheng. After a brief conversation between the two, Shen Luo discovered one thing.

Previously, he practiced selflessly in dreams, but it took a lot of time, but when he returned to reality, it was still only a night, as if he had really just had a long-lasting dream.

Shen Luo remembered that he had fallen asleep twice before, and he woke up early the next morning.

There was some doubt in his heart, could it be that no matter how much time passed in the dream, in reality it is just a good night's sleep?

After Shen Luo had eaten breakfast, he soon came to the shallow pond of Houshan, slowly closed his eyes, and re-practised the second heavy exercise.

In his mind, he carefully recalled the scene of cultivating in the dreamland at that time, and the details of how the mana flowed in his body at that time began to come to his mind bit by bit.

Only then did Shen Luo understand that when he first started practicing, he could not rush through the Zigong acupoint. The reason was not because of the amount of mana, but because of his improper control.

With a pinch of his two-handed tactics, he meditated silently in his heart, and imagined the mana in his dantian as a cluster of arrows in the sea of ​​knowledge.

There seemed to be a refreshing air in his Ren Channel, and he rushed upwards in an instant, passed the Yutang Point on his chest, and hit the Zigong Point directly.

After repeating this several times, there was a soft "puff".

"That's it..." Shen Luo was overjoyed, and the Zigong acupoint suddenly opened and was occupied by the rushing mana.

After the acupuncture point, the confidence in his heart immediately increased a bit.

Even if the realm in the dream cannot be brought back to reality, the feelings and experiences he has realized are still there. With these things, it is not a natural thing to break through the acupuncture points in the back!

Shen Luo suppressed the excitement in his heart, ran the mantra again, and continued to drive the mana to the Huagai point.