Chapter 90 Dreamers of the Past, Rules of the First Generation of Dreamers

Author: Yuluo Evening Bell

Chapter 90 Dreamers of the Past, Rules of the First Generation of Dreamers

On the screen in the theater, the boy was crawling in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers. His body was covered in blood, and half of his body was shriveled and sunken, as unsightly as a squashed tomato. Fortunately, the other half of his body was still intact. He could

Crawling on his remaining left leg and arm.

"Where am I...where am I on earth..." He murmured in a hissing voice, the light in his pupils was like a candle swaying in the wind, so dim that it made one's heart palpitate, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

Xia Mingwei was greatly shocked. He stared deeply at the nine-year-old "predecessor Xia Mingwei", his spirit was about to collapse, and the whole world seemed to be trembling.

"I want to live..."

"I still want to live..."

"I want to draw..."

"I want to see nice places..."

"I want to live..."

The boy collapsed to the ground, tears constantly pouring from his eyes. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to crawl forward one position after another.

After an unknown amount of time, his empty eyes were illuminated by a ray of light. The boy looked up suddenly and saw dozens of dim figures like dead trees sitting cross-legged on the ground in meditation. They were arranged in a straight line, and their bodies seemed to be about to collapse.

Overlapping together, at the end of these dozens of figures is a majestic Buddha with golden light all over his body. He has huge earlobes, solemn facial features, and a suspended body covered with cassocks. His whole body exudes the aura of sanctity and inviolability.

"Who is that..."

The boy swallowed a sip of water and stared blankly at the suspended Buddha statue.

At this time, the closest "meditator" suddenly opened his eyes. He was a thin old foreign man. His cloudy eyes stared at the boy and whispered something to him in obscure language.

The boy couldn't understand it, it seemed to be French.

The old man shook his head, sighed, and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

At this time, a boy in a tuxedo behind the old man woke up. He blinked his deep eyes and said with a smile in Chinese:

"This old man speaks French. His name is Silvano. And I am Nasho. Please give me your advice."

"I am Xia Mingwei..." Xia Mingwei's voice was hoarse and muddy, "I... I seem to be dying, can you save me?"

"No," Naxiu said, "You will not die. The state of everything in this space will not change. You will be fixed in the state when you entered this space."

"I won't die... I won't die yet," Xia Mingwei said tiredly, "Naxiu, can you tell me where this is and who you are?"

"This is the tomb of visionaries. I am the former visionary. This old man named Silvano is the former visionary." Naxiu had a mysterious smile on his face, "And Xia Mingwei, you are the current visionary.

.Come, come, join us, meditate together, meditation is the only way to fight against nothingness."

"What are you talking about? I, I don't understand." Xia Mingwei said.

"Well," Naxiu held his forehead with a headache, "I see that you slept in the black hole of fantasy for so many years before crawling to the Tomb of Dreamers. Maybe your brain is damaged by sleep, so you can't understand."

"What is the black hole of fantasy, and what is the tomb of visionaries?" Xia Mingwei asked.

Naxiu coughed and said slowly: "When the visionary energy is exhausted, they will create a wreckage or clone in the world to replace themselves, and then the body will be transported to this place."

"I don't understand."

"It's hard to explain to you." Naxiu said, "In short, you are dead and can never return to the real world. Can you understand this?"

"I...I'm dead?" Xia Mingwei froze on the spot.

"Yes." Naxiu nodded and stretched out his finger towards the darkness in the distance, "Well, the next Dreamer will be here soon, look over there."

Xia Mingwei turned his head and looked bewilderedly, only to see a figure walking slowly from the darkness.

It was a boy with a headscarf on his head and a white skirt. His skin was a healthy wheat color and his eyes were dark and lively.

"Hello, may I ask where this is?" the boy asked in a language that Xia Mingwei couldn't understand.

"It's Indian." Naxiu raised his eyebrows and took the initiative to step forward, "It seems that you are Indian. I am Naxiu. What is your name?"

"My name is Aamir Khan." The Indian boy said weakly, "I seem to be dead. I was in the Thar Desert just now, and those traffickers took me away. I wanted to resist them... but in the blink of an eye

When I came here, I, I was a little scared, can you tell me what happened?"

Having said this, he slowly hugged the turban.

"Aamir Khan..." Xia Mingwei repeated the name blankly.

"Your face is so scary." Amir Khan looked at Xia Mingwei's sunken cheeks and couldn't help but shudder.

"I'm already dead..." Xia Mingwei said, with a cry in his voice.

"Hey, so what is that?" Amir Khan looked at the Buddha in the distance.

"He is the first generation of visionary. We all call him Tathagata Buddha." Naxiu followed his gaze and said, "The world we live in was created by Tathagata Buddha."

"Tathagata Buddha?" Xia Mingwei was stunned on the spot. He had heard of this name from "Journey to the West" and watched it with his parents. In his dream that night, he also told Hongshen about this matter.

, saying that Sun Wukong was so pitiful that he was suppressed under the Wuzhi Mountain by Tathagata Buddha for five hundred years.

"Yes." Naxiu smiled, "The Tathagata Buddha dreamed up this world to avoid a black monkey. He wanted to stay away from that annoying monkey."

"Why, isn't Tathagata Buddha very strong?" Xia Mingwei asked.

"That black monkey is also very strong. It will not die, and it can also absorb the resentment in the world, so it keeps getting stronger. Later, Tathagata Buddha couldn't bear the entanglement, so he ran here!" Naxiu said in an exaggerated tone.

"Why does it bother Tathagata Buddha?"

"I don't know, maybe this is the complicated love and hatred between gods and demons." Naxiu spread his hands.

Amir Khan heard this half-understanding. He suddenly felt scared and cried softly: "Then... can Tathagata Buddha let us go home?"

"No." Naxiu sighed, "According to the rules set by Tathagata Buddha, we have to meditate here forever. When we have the desire to die, we will become the same wood as them." He said

Then he pointed at the dreamers who were meditating.

Aamir Khan and Xia Mingwei looked together and saw that the bodies of those "visionaries" were almost like dead trees, with no signs of life at all.

Both of them had symptoms of nausea, as if there were a thousand coelenterates in their stomachs struggling to move upwards, but only Amir Khan vomited out, while Xia Mingwei did not because his stomach had been crushed.

"Are you kidding..." Xia Mingwei said tremblingly, "I don't want to die yet... I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Tears flowed from his sunken eyes, mixing with the black blood.

Aamir Khan next to him also burst into tears.

Naxiu looked at the two children helplessly: "Hey, I haven't cried yet. I have been here for hundreds of years, but I have never wanted to die, so I have not become like those old dreamers.

wood."

"Hundreds of years?" Xia Mingwei asked hoarsely.

"Yes, I was born three hundred years ago." Na Xiu blinked, "I may be the strongest visionary besides Tathagata Buddha. Guess what I did?"

"What did you do?" Xia Mingwei asked.

"I created a myth sequence and a career sequence. Doesn't it sound interesting?"

"What are those, I don't understand..." Xia Mingwei choked.

"Don't you understand this? Forget it." Naxiu curled his lips, "Anyway, let's meditate together, otherwise Tathagata Buddha will turn you into wood."

Amir Khan trembled all over and ran back, his figure swallowed up by the thick darkness: "No, I don't want to die yet!" The next moment, his body turned into a log and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Xia Mingwei froze on the spot.

"See?" Naxiu shrugged.

Xia Mingwei swallowed a sip of water, turned his head suddenly, and looked at the sacred Tathagata Buddha in fear.

At this moment, he suddenly froze on the spot and stopped crying. He saw four huge bodies rising slowly in the darkness behind Tathagata Buddha.

"Oh...Amir Khan actually created four mythical carriers before he died?" Naxiu also stared at the four blurry figures and said in surprise, "It's really amazing. They are about to take shape. It seems like this

It can make a lot of waves in the world at once."

"Myth carrier?" Xia Mingwei asked puzzledly.

"Yes," Naxiu said, "I rewrote the rules of visionaries, so visionaries can create myth carriers. Well... myth carriers are humans with myth sequences. Alas, it will be really difficult to communicate with you for a while.

Let’s make it clear, it’s too complicated.”

Xia Mingwei stared silently at the four slowly forming giant figures behind Tathagata Buddha. His remaining left eye was only enough to clearly see the jackal-headed giant in cloth on the far left.

"Anyway, Xia Mingwei, welcome to the Tomb of Dreamers, and we will meditate together next." Naxiu said, and suddenly changed his words: "I lied to you. In fact, your kid is finished, so you and Amir

Like sweat, it will soon be turned into wood! How pitiful."

"What did you say and why?" Xia Mingwei asked blankly.

"Because you brought that black monkey back to this world. It is the thing that Tathagata Buddha hates the most. How could Tathagata Buddha let you go?"

"I don't!" Xia Mingwei defended, "I don't even know what black monkey you are talking about!"

"No, you have." Naxiu said lightly, "You created a mythical carrier before you died. The sequence of that mythical carrier was supposed to be Prometheus, but your resentment attracted the black monkey.

The spiritual consciousness was scattered in the universe, so the Black Monkey’s spiritual consciousness defeated Prometheus and entered the myth sequence in its place.”

"I don't understand what you are talking about at all..." Xia Mingwei's voice trembled and his pupils shrank. He only knew that he seemed to be in trouble and would turn into wood at any time!
To be continued...