White Hedge Dream

Chapter 67 Escape from Dreams

The incense in the Holy Ancestor Hall never goes out all night long.

Although Wang Tong arrived not long ago, he had already calculated that it would be enough to look at the incense candles every two hours.

But the problem is, how did he wake up at exactly two hours?

With a bang, Wang Tong, who was sleeping, tilted his body and hit the statue stand. He grimaced in pain. In his trance, he saw that one of the candles on the candlestick was extinguished. He hurriedly sucked in the cold air and stumbled to refill the candle. .

There were countless candlelights all over the hall. After finishing this, he went around to the front hall. Through the open door, he saw the thick night outside. It was late at night when he was sleeping, and even the chirping of insects had disappeared. He stared pitifully. The eyes are full of neither people nor ghosts.

Keeping incense is really not something people do. I was really deceived by my grandfather. When I came to the capital, I couldn't enjoy the fun and debauchery at all.

He had only been to that gorgeous and fun building once. Also, Shangguan Prince Consort's outhouse was good-looking and the people were interesting. It was more pleasant than watching a group of Taoist priests in the Holy Ancestor Temple.

Gotta find a way to sneak out again.

Wang Tong was thinking, and saw the night outside the door suddenly shaking, and a person appeared...

"Ghost-" Wang Tong shouted.

The "ghost" approached and saw an old Taoist with a white beard. Without even looking at Wang Tong, he crossed over and entered the hall with his hands behind his back.

The candles in the hall were bright and the figures were swaying.

There is a shadow, it is a person.

Of course, he also recognized this person as the temple owner.

The master of the temple, Xuanyangzi, although no one knows how long he has lived, is indeed still alive.

Wang Tong breathed a sigh of relief but still looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"Ancestor, why are you awake in the middle of the night?" He followed and asked, "Aren't you sleeping day and night?"

Xuanyangzi hummed, "I was woken up."

Was woken up? Wang Tong looked outside again. The night was dark and the sky and the earth were stagnant. What was the sound?

Besides, the chanting in the main hall was so loud during the day that the ancestor could still fall asleep while sitting in it.

"You're not asleep, so of course you can't hear it." Xuan Yangzi said.

What sounds can only be heard when asleep but not heard when awake? Wang Tong was even more confused, suspecting that the old Taoist was sleeping and suffering from hysteria.

Xuanyangzi ignored Wang Tong and only looked at the tall statue of the Holy Ancestor.

"Interesting." He seemed to be saying to himself, "The imperial bell actually rang. Could it be that Jiang Mian'er is really back?"

Wang Tong pricked up his ears behind him.

Who's back?

Jiang Mian'er?

Who is Jiang Mian'er?

No matter who it is, the ancestor stayed up most of the night, which was the time for him to show off to the younger generation to please him.

"Ancestor, something happened?" He rolled up his sleeves, "Would you like to wake everyone up?"

Xuanyangzi looked back at the night outside the palace.

"Tao follows the natural way, and going against the Tao is said to be unethical. It has already been unethical." He said, retracting his gaze and sitting down in front of the statue. "There is no need to disturb people's dreams. Don't pay attention to it."

Wang Tong was confused when he heard this, and then saw that Xuan Yangzi had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

Is this veteran indeed suffering from hysteria in the middle of the night?

There was no need to disturb others' clear dreams. Wang Tong touched his chin, which meant that he could continue to sleep peacefully and dream.

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Zhuang Li flew through the night. At this time, the night in the dream was no longer the real night, but scarlet.

Dreams are just false reality. At this time, under the influence of Taoism and nature, reality has faded away.

Houses and palaces are crumbling.

The guards patrolling the street stepped forward, and Zhuang Li bumped into them. They no longer passed by each other without disturbing each other, but disappeared in an instant.

The leading guard reined in his horse and stopped slightly. He stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek gently, looking around with a little doubt.

Why do you feel like someone bumped into you?

"What's wrong?" the guard beside him asked, holding down his sword, "Is there something wrong?"

The palace walls were tall, the streets were quiet, the lights were bright, and no movement was seen. The leading guard smiled: "It feels like the wind is a bit strong tonight."

The guards laughed in relief. "No, it's late autumn."

"It's going to snow in a month."

"It's snowing. It's time to relax and enjoy the snow and drink."

The leading guard waited for everyone to laugh and joke for a moment, then raised his hand to signal, "Continue patrolling the streets."

Horse hooves continued to march through the palace city, and shouts could be heard from time to time in the night.

"The sky is a forbidden area, no one can get close to it."

Zhuang Li couldn't hear the shouting in his ears, and he completely fell into a dream. There was a void and chaos under his feet. Countless figures, carriages and horses in the city were in the rolling fog around him. They seemed extremely noisy, but they were silent.

These are all dreams, other people's dreams, rolling like an endless sea.

At this moment, the dream sea was not as unrelated as she had seen before. People standing still looked at her, galloping horses, and strange monsters faced her, eager to pounce on her. There were also flash floods and landslides. Cracks come rolling in.

For dreamers, no matter how weird the dream is, it is just a dream, and everything will be fine when they wake up.

But for her, who broke into other people's dreams and saw the four-character Taoist nature hanging above her head, the dream became reality.

A pair of tigers suddenly rushed out of the dream mist. Zhuang Li quickly dodged, and his floating sleeves were torn apart by the strong wind brought by the two-headed tigers.

Zhuang Li raised his hand and waved a big tree, and the man rose up along the trunk, avoiding the two-headed tiger.

There is another sudden flash flood ahead.

The flood was so great that the earth collapsed and the big trees swayed and fell.

Zhuang Li let go of the big tree and fell. Before landing, she transformed into a flying horse. The flying horse carried her across the flood with a roar.

The Pegasus jumped into another dream mist and landed on a street. An old woman was catching chickens on the street. Suddenly she saw the flying white horse. She was petrified. The chicken in her hand fluttered and flew away. The next moment, the street house The old woman's house collapsed and disappeared.

Zhuang Li fell downwards, and with her thoughts flying, she stretched out her hand to grab her, and a vine wrapped around her.

A mountain peak suddenly appeared in the rolling dream sea. Zhuangli hung on the edge of the mountain and looked at the boundless expanse below.

Even if you can keep transforming, you will inevitably get hurt. What's even more frightening is that if you are involved in someone else's dream, you may not be able to get out.

Must wake up soon.

She raised her head and saw that the four characters "Tao Fa Nature" in the air followed each other like a shadow, and they grew bigger and bigger, like a dream sea covering the entire capital.

As the four characters flashed, the cliff suddenly collapsed. Zhuang Li hugged the fallen man with both hands, and a dragon suddenly appeared, carrying Zhuang Li into the sky from the sea of ​​​​dream, and rolled away into the distance.

Zhuang Li's vision became increasingly unclear, and he could feel the dragon beneath him gradually becoming transparent.

A single word or a burner of incense cannot last long, let alone how she constantly transforms dreams into creations.

A safe place must be found.

But where is the safe place in the dream sea?

Thoughts flashed across his mind, and a void suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​clouds in front of him, floating like a dark pool.

Zhuang Li bumped into it. The moment he fell, the dragon disappeared, and the words "Tao Fa Natural" suddenly disappeared from his sight.

With a bang, she hit the ground. There was silence in her ears and emptiness in her sight.

The void here is not the chaotic void before, but the clear void.

Zhuang Li lay on the ground and slowly got up.

Is this also a dream?

How could there be such an empty dream?

She looked around and saw a figure lying on the ground.

Zhuang Li walked over slowly, waved his hand gently, and held a sword.

No matter how peaceful the dream may seem, you must be careful. Dreams are inherently absurd and changeable, and you never know what danger may suddenly appear.

As you get closer, you can see that this is a little boy.

He is about five or six years old, with fair complexion like a jade carving. He is wearing exquisite pajamas with a string of jade rings hanging in front of him. His hair is neatly tied and he sleeps on his side, with his hands on his cheeks and his long eyelashes following Breathing gently.

What a beautiful and delicate child.