Chapter 35: Dreaming

Author: Daoge

Chapter 35: Dreaming

"I really hate disheveled hair."

Yan Lan sighed deeply and deeply, and slowly lowered her hands that were combed with her hair.

The long hair that was soaked in the rain drooped down again.

[I understand, a Taoist priest who has been combed in his hair all year round will be similar to an abstinent person who takes off his clothes, but he will take it off in front of a pervert like me]

[Hey, although I also feel that it is very tempting to exude beauty, what did you say before disgusting?]

[The consecrated lightning wood hurts us evil spirits. Yan Lan simply put it bluntly, it is a lack of a handy weapon.]

[This dark heart game does not give out weapons, you have to go to the dungeon to grab the evil spirits]

"What's wrong with Taoist Yan?"

Zhang Wen turned around and asked in confusion: "Are you going to enter the temple, right in front of the temple?"

"When I was twelve years old, I followed my master to get rid of evil spirits. The first evil spirit I encountered was the aunt who looked for a child on the bus at night. The master told me: No matter how well the evil spirit is disguised, the shadow will make mistakes."

Yan Lan pointed his finger behind Zhang Wen, "Because they do not have real human spirits, they naturally do not have a normal shadow representing the spirits."

Zhang Wen paused and looked along.

It happened to be a flash of lightning illuminating the strange twisting shadow.

It is like a slender and shaking noodles, or a fruit tree with shaking branches, full of people's heads.

"The evil spirit also has many faces. I killed it, but I was curious to tear it, but I couldn't finish it. My master said that there were a few faces, and the evil spirit killed many people. They had a name called—"

Yan Lan looked at Zhang Wen with a cold eyes and said leisurely: "Thousand-faced Ghost."

Zhang Wen showed a twisted and weird smile, and the facial skin on her face was agitated.

Yan Lan seemed to have not seen her and looked up at the Dragon Palace behind her:

"But there is no problem with the Dragon Palace. The Bodhisattvas worshipped are also true Bodhisattvas. You should have been in a daze after I took the bone incense and set up an exact same illusion in front of the hall."

Because in this way, you can run out of the Dragon Palace to dispel Yan Lan's suspicion.

"What a strange little Taoist."

Zhang Wen's face slid downward, as if she had no sewn on the face. The layers of faces overlapped like playing cards, floating in the air.

The remaining face had no facial features, only blurred flesh, and then he took off his five fingers, revealing the flesh-colored tentacles.

At first glance, it looks like a pool of meat wearing clothes.

"You were obviously in great pain before, but now your fingers are spasming and you still have to hold on."

The tremor of his arms could not be curbed, and Yan Lan just glanced at him quickly.

She felt very strange now, as if she knew that her whole body was in pain and the fresh blood scars had not faded, but she was separated from this severe pain with a layer of film, as if she was...

dream.

"I overestimated you."

Yan Lan relaxed her nerves and did not usher in dimness, but relieved some of the pain:

"I said why I didn't hurt my heart bones and I didn't cry. It turned out that I was so painful that I was dizzy."

This evil spirit did not set up an illusion in front of the Dragon Palace Temple, but pulled the unconscious Yan Lan into the dream.

“So what if you say it right?”

Qianmeng Gui pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled grimly. Suddenly, he raised his hand and rubbed the flesh on his head, destroying the shape of the human head, rubbing it into a crooked strip of flesh, squeezing out all kinds of mouths and eyes.

"Your body is still outside, it's a heavy rain now, the water level is about to rise, and if you don't wake up, you will be drowned."

The meat ball opened its mouth and spoke, and countless human faces floating in the air also opened their mouths, forming a wall of people surrounding and overlapping:

"That woman named Zhang can pull you into the temple to hide for a while, but if you can't wake up, you won't be able to complete the Nine Dragons Festival. When the dragon raises its head, you will be drowned alive.

"The Bodhisattva in the clay sculpture in the hall will not care about you - if the Bodhisattva is so compassionate, can he still watch so many people die in paradise?"

The rain stopped in the dream, the wind dissipated, and the thunder and lightning flashed.

The light blue light flashed, exactly the same as the mottled bottom of the water.

Like a dream.

Yan Lan looked at the dense faces around her and seemed to have swept several familiar faces.

"What did the Nalan family raise here? What do you want to get?"

She looked at the Thousand-Faced Ghost, "You should know."

The Thousand-Faced Ghost turned his eyes and smiled Sungran: "Of course it is an innate magic weapon, a witch mask."

"The witch mask?"

Listening to the familiarity, Yan Lan found the results from the messy memory fragments and sneered:

"The combination of the role of the Witchcraft Sect and the magic tricks of the Illusion Sect is still the idea when the Beidou lineage did not fall apart.

"The Nalan family's style is really impressive. It's not polite to scold the witchcraft sect. People's things are used correctly, and they really have horns - just to make things clean and tidy up foreign affairs."

"You know the Beidou lineage very well." The Thousand-faced ghost approached and whispered hoarsely.

"The Beidou lineage is the main lineage of the modern and modern practice world. Seventy percent of the existing practice Dharma books are in their hands."

Yan Lan smiled in her eyes, "Not only practitioners, but you evil spirits also know who is the tough guy who can't mess with me?"

"No, you don't know it in ordinary terms."

The Thousand-Faced Ghost stared at Yan Lan, "You know more secrets, including the secrets of the Nalan family, and the use of the witch mask."

oh--

Yan Lan suddenly realized in her heart: No wonder she didn't take action directly, it turned out that you kid had this idea.

No wonder after being pulled here, even the peeping feeling of the live broadcast disappeared.

I want to keep it secret.

"Of course I know," Yan Lan smiled, "I not only know the use, but also the usage."

The Thousand-faced Ghost trembled with his flesh strips excitedly: "You said."

"A witch mask can be used to create a new identity after wearing it. The body shape, talent, and temperament will change according to the identity setting. In layman's terms, it is a nesting doll.

"But the layer of [doll skin] you are wearing is recognized by the way of heaven. You can even wear a semi-immortal level skin and possess the magic power of a semi-immortal out of thin air.

"Or directly ask God to turn God into your skin."

The Thousand-Faced Ghost shook the eyeballs on the flesh pillar excitedly.

"It's a pity that users will pay the price for this cross-level skin."

Yan Lan poured cold water on it, "There is madness at the worst, and the worst is death."

The Thousand-faced Ghost Body is Frozen.

"But I know it has no negative effects." Yan Lan added slowly.

The eyes on the flesh pillar and hundreds of eyes on the faces of people floating in the air all looked straight at Yan Lan, malice and greed.

"Do you want to know?"

Yan Lan half-shrouded her eyes, her eyes were dim, and she spoke softly, even the Mian Spring Rain in Jiangnan did not confuse people:

"Get closer, I'll tell you.

"Tell you a shortcut to becoming a god and an immortal."

"OK……"

Thousand-faced ghost's eyes were eager, and he wriggled forward under Yan Lan's gaze. He suddenly stopped when he was one meter away from her. His trembling flesh strips burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, get close to you! Do you think I'm that stupid? I think what you said is true!"

All the faces in the void approached, trapping Yan Lan layer by layer.

"I was staring at you in the reservoir early in the morning, and I saw all your tricks! As long as you don't enter one meter of your site, your Tai Chi will not attack me!"

The Thousand Faces Demons Mocked:

"What a shit Taoist priest, your magic vein has been destroyed long ago! It's okay to cheat that stupid dragon, don't want to lie to me! It's just a way to save a lonely soul and suppress a evil spirit. It's impossible to hurt me!

"When I eat you, and with your memory, are you still worried about not getting the secret of becoming an immortal?!"
Chapter completed!