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Chapter Eight: Like a Dream, Not a Dream

I don't know how long it took, but his consciousness returned again. In an instant, pain swept through his whole body. Lu Yangsheng couldn't help curling up into a shrimp shape, hugging his legs, and shrinking into a small ball, like the belly of a pregnant woman.

Fetus. Perhaps for humans, no position is safer than this.

Lu Yangsheng is very strange now. His whole body seems to be formed by mist. The breeze blows, just like the breeze caressing the lake surface, causing slight ripples. The difference is that every time the ripples appear, some parts of the body are blown away by the wind and reunited.

Lu Yang would tremble violently all his life, as if he was being tortured.

When Lu Yangsheng was a child, he went into the mountains to collect firewood. He once lost his footing and fell into a thorn forest. The young child ran around in the thorn forest looking for a way out. The thorns pricked his whole body. Lu Yangsheng had never felt such pain. This was a kind of severe pain that words cannot describe.

Lu Yangsheng curled up and wanted to scream, but no sound came out. He wanted to ask for help, but his body could not react except trembling. The severe pain brought Lu Yangsheng's consciousness to the edge of collapse again.

"Live, live. I can't die!" Feeling the collapse of his body, he clearly felt for the first time that his consciousness was gradually blurring. The crisis of death filled his body. Living became Lu Yangsheng's only thought.

"Huh?" An exclamation sounded in Lu Yangsheng's ears. For a moment, the wind was calm, and Lu Yangsheng's body stabilized for an instant, showing his true appearance.

"How could this little kid be able to withstand the temper of the Nine Heavens Gang Wind? It's rare, very rare."

Lu Yangsheng struggled to open his body, holding on to his body tremblingly, and raised his head to look in the direction of the sound.

The first thing I saw was a row of stone steps. Looking up the stone steps, a huge stone platform came into view. The stone platform was not far from Lu Yangsheng, but there was a stone fence blocking Lu Yangsheng's view, so that Lu Yangsheng could not see it.

The scene on Qingshi Platform.

Just the movement of raising his head seemed to have exhausted all the strength of Lu Yangsheng's body, forcing him to lie down on the ground and rest. During the time when Lu Yangsheng was resting, the sound did not sound again.

When the pain in his body gradually subsided and his strength gradually returned, Lu Yangsheng climbed up with difficulty and walked towards the stone platform. No matter what kind of place this place was or how he got in, since his master saved him, then he

You must go and say thank you, this is the rule.

Lu Yangsheng climbed up the stone platform and looked around, trying to find the benefactor who saved his life, but the scene in front of him made Lu Yangsheng lose his mind for a moment.

After climbing up the seemingly huge stone platform, I found that there was only an abbot's land. Looking around, white clouds surrounded me, and a giant tree stretched out from the white clouds. There was no crown on top and no roots on the bottom. The stone platform looked like a stubborn stone.

, inlaid on the main trunk. In the middle of the stone platform, there is a stone table and two stone benches. I don’t know what stone the stone table and benches are made of. The stone table is as white as clouds, and the stone benches are as green as bamboo. The stone table

Above it, there is a golden light. If you look closely, you will see that it is a plate made of unknown material. It is a little far away and you can't see clearly. You can only see some black and white stones densely placed on the plate. The stones are round and smooth.

, it makes people feel comfortable to look at it. There is no one on one side of the two stone benches, and on the other side sits an old Taoist priest wearing linen straw sandals. The old Taoist priest holds his sleeves in one hand and puts the other hand on the chessboard. His middle finger and index finger are intertwined.

Hitting a stone, motionless.

Lu Yangsheng swallowed his saliva and sniffed his nose hard, but there was still a trace of crystal liquid flowing out of his nostrils. The scene in front of him was so bizarre that Lu Yangsheng had never heard of it even from Master Jiu who had the most stories.

I have been to such a magical place. Aren't I sleeping at home? How did I end up in a place like this? Where is this? In a dream? No, if it was a dream, how could I have been in such pain just now? If it was not a dream, where was this?

? Could it be that he was in so much pain that he had reached the land of gods? Thinking of this, Lu Yang looked back emotionally, but was shocked by the situation behind him - the steps he came up were no longer visible, and the place where he rolled just now was actually

It's above the white clouds.

Lu Yangsheng swallowed unconsciously again and made a "Gulu" sound, which shocked Lu Yangsheng himself. How could a twelve-year-old boy have ever experienced such a weird thing?

"Hahaha..." A small, suppressed laugh sounded in Lu Yangsheng's ears. The sound was very small, but it seemed particularly harsh in such a quiet and strange space.

Hearing the sound, Lu Yangsheng remembered the purpose of coming here. This place is so big. If he heard it correctly, the sound just now could only be made by the old Taoist priest. Moreover, although he had been unconscious just now,

, but it was precisely because he heard someone say something that he suppressed the pain. In other words, the old Taoist should be the person who saved his life.

I recalled the story that Lord Jiu told about the scholar rushing to take the exam and meeting the immortal. I imitated the scholar in the story, stroking his right hand with his left hand, bending over and shouting loudly: "Little student Lu Yangsheng, I... passed by here and disturbed the immortal,

I have offended you so much, but I hope that the immortal will not punish you." Lu Yangsheng almost said that he went to Beijing to take the exam, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered that this sentence did not seem to be the case, and he quickly swallowed it back. Jiuye said this at the time

When I was telling the story, I got excited about it and demonstrated it myself, saying that it was a Confucian etiquette, so that the boys could remember it well, so Lu Yangsheng remembered it very clearly, and even his facial expressions were a bit imitated. After he finished telling it, he still felt something was wrong, so he thought

Thinking that he was here to express his gratitude for saving his life, he quickly added, "Thank you so much, immortal, for saving your life. I can't repay you for this life, but I wish you could die with your brains shattered to pieces." I forgot which story the last few sentences were from Master Jiu.

, just remember that these are words to thank people for saving their lives.

"Hahaha..." As if being hit by Lu Yangsheng's funny thank you, the laughter burst out all of a sudden without any cover up, so Lu Yangsheng heard it very clearly, but Lu Yangsheng's expression changed.

It's weird. How should I put it? The old Taoist priest in front of him looks like he's over 40 years old, but his voice sounds like that of a five or six-year-old child, which makes Lu Yangsheng feel awkward.

Just now, Lu Yangsheng was in pain and was unconscious. He didn't hear clearly the characteristics of the voice that saved him. Now that he thought about it, it was really the voice of a five or six-year-old child. This... Lu Yangsheng didn't know what to do next.

"You kid thanked the dead man, and he said it so funny, hahaha... No, I'm laughing so hard." The child-like voice sounded again, and he laughed so much that the embarrassed Lu Yangsheng was instantly frightened.

Cold sweat, and the next sentence of this voice made Lu Yangsheng feel like he was struck by lightning.

"Kid, I see that your soul is still alive and entwined with life. It doesn't look like a new dead soul. How could your soul leave your body? Also, how did you get in here? And you said such strange words to

A dead man talked for a long time. Hahaha... To a dead man, no, I am laughing to death." The voice originally had a hint of inquiry, but at the end of the sentence he started laughing again.

"Soul separated from body? New soul?" He didn't bother to answer the man's words or think about the strange situation. These were the only words left in Lu Yangsheng's mind.

I am a soul now? Then I...


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