Chapter 282 Bizarre Dreams (4000 words two in one chapter)
After a whole day of exhaustion, Zhao Xun quickly rested after returning to the bad guy's office.
But not long after he fell asleep, he entered a dream, and what was even more amazing was that he actually knew it was a dream.
He was sitting in an old off-road vehicle, feeling very melancholy.
A harsh hissing sound came from the radio, accompanied by the desolate and angry music, which really made people dizzy and restless. Zhao Xun turned off the radio helplessly, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, started the ignition, put the gear into gear, and turned the pedal on.
Pressing the accelerator, the old off-road vehicle started slowly.
Zhao Xun carefully pushed a CD into the disc player. Hearing the warm prelude, he finally shook his head and blew out a smoke ring. You can buy a pack of cigarettes for six yuan, but the mouth feels dry.
, if Zhao Xun smokes two or three packs a day, I really don’t know how long his already hoarse voice can last. But what’s the use of keeping this voice? The first time Zhao Xun felt that life was hopeless was when he was with
On the night when his girlfriend broke up, Zhao Xun drank in a bar all night. He drank until he was drunk and was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage by the bar's receptionist overnight. From then on, Zhao Xun never went there again.
In a bar at home, he could no longer tell whether it was day or night. His mobile phone was always turned off, and even Zhao Xun's dead buddies couldn't find him.
It’s funny to say that since traveling broke into Zhao Xun’s world, everything has changed dramatically. Zhao Xun was originally a dreamer, but he is not like the kind of man who was born to be a wanderer. He always likes a man after work.
He was lying quietly on the bed reading a book. Zhao Xun, who had never left home a few times after giving birth to a child of 24 years old, never thought that one day he would drive a dilapidated off-road vehicle to travel to the West.
The old off-road vehicle was driving leisurely on the asphalt road, and the music was rock and roll and very appropriate to the occasion. Zhao Xun, who was in a slightly better mood, naturally hoped that he could make a big leap and leave that relationship completely behind.
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The screen rotates sharply, like a movie montage.
Zhao Xun found himself in a pasture again, this time he was no longer the protagonist.
"May the sky bring down joyful rain, may the earth grow green grass, may God grant glory to the grassland..."
In the past few years, the grassland has been shrouded in the haze caused by drought and plague. The former scene of gurgling springs and green mountains has been replaced by withered grass and dead cattle and sheep.
After some discussion, the elders of the clan decided to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony to ward off the disaster. As the most prestigious elder in the grassland, Bass deservedly served as the host of this grand ceremony.
"Ural, you have to remember that it was the devil who infiltrated the grassland and brought plague and death!"
When the old priest saw the little boy knitting grasshoppers carelessly on the side, he raised his eyebrows and gave him a sharp look.
"Oh, yes, Grandpa Bas." Being called by name in front of so many people made the little boy feel ashamed. Ural bit his lips tightly and buried his head, twisting his hands and not daring to
Look up at that sharp gaze like an eagle.
Of course Ural knew why he was singled out. As the son of the patriarch, Ural was born to be more eye-catching than other children on the grassland. Sometimes Ural wondered whether this was luck or misfortune? Abban, who was born in the same year as him, was
He will not bear so much attention. He can ride a pony on the summer grassland on a warm early spring, and lie on his back on a hill with his eyes slightly closed on a lazy summer day, bathing.
warm sunlight.
Bass obviously didn't want to get entangled in this matter anymore, and waved his hand impatiently and said: "Let's forget about this matter. Next time, you have to behave more solemnly. Treat the creation with piety. Yes
He gave us life!"
Ural nodded solemnly and muttered a reply. This was not because he really thought so, but just because he didn't want the old man to find a reason to lecture again.
"He controls the world, he dominates all things, he created death and life, it is your honor to be tested by him!"
Ural had heard these words countless times when he was a child, and he really didn't want this eccentric old man to take the opportunity to lecture him again.
Bass' left cheek muscles slightly stretched and he walked back to the fire in the center of the altar. Today's ceremony was very solemn, so he put on the milky white divine hat and scarlet robe, with a silver bell tied around his waist.
A leather drum is tied to the chest.
The cheek with countless wrinkles is as old as the history book written in the parchment, and the high protruding bones are like the rugged stone milk at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.
Sometimes Ural wonders, is this slightly gloomy and vicissitudes of style the real reason for exorcising the devil?
Bass threw a bundle of pine branches into the fire, and bursts of fragrance filled the air. He knelt down devoutly and closed his eyes slightly. He could be seen beating the leather drum on his waist loudly, and he couldn't help but
Waving his palms and mumbling words, he seemed to be praying for something.
Green smoke lingered around Bas's side, and the mysterious characters soaked in his body seemed to gradually escape and float around. The muscles all over his body were trembling, and they were beating with the sound of ancient spiritual drums, as if they wanted to
Find something in the passing melody.
Suddenly, Bas muttered something in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly opened. Then he jumped up, chanting a verse that Ural could not understand at all, and danced a song beside the fire to the beat of drums.
It's a very strange dance. The drums are getting faster and faster, and his dance steps are getting faster and faster. He sings with rhythm, his chest rises and falls sharply, and his cheeks turn red with excitement. His dance steps are light but not unreal, powerful but not clumsy.
, only to stop after a rapid pause, and the entire altar suddenly became as silent as the beginning of the wilderness.
Just when Zhao Xun wanted to take a closer look, the entire scene suddenly disappeared.
Zhao Xun suddenly woke up and found that he was still in the bad guy's yamen room.
What's happening here?
Why has he been having these weird dreams lately?
If the dream about driving to the West is somewhat true, what does the dream about worshiping on the grassland mean?
Why can Zhao Xun see so clearly, and why can't he do anything?
Why is he being led by dreams?
How does this relate to the Western fantasy world that is opposed to this world?
What does the dark door mean?
Zhao Xun felt like he was being driven crazy.
No, he must personally ask his mentor Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi tomorrow morning to find out what is going on.
Even if he is a time traveler, he shouldn't be under so much pressure, right?
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Early the next morning, Zhao Xun went to Qinglian Temple to look for his mentor.
To be honest, he hated this kind of weird dream.
Originally, he didn't believe in the theory of strange powers and gods. But since even time travel has happened, what else is impossible?
However, it was said that Zhao Xun arrived at Qinglian Temple very quickly. The moment he saw his mentor, he immediately rushed forward and complained: "Teacher, I have been having some weird dreams recently. Why don't you help me find out where they are from?"
Problem."
"Um?"
Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi looked at Zhao Xun very doubtfully and found that his beloved disciple indeed had dark circles under his eyes, which he only found funny.
He forced himself not to laugh out loud. After a long time, he cleared his throat and said, "Let me take a look."
Zhao Xun knew that his mentor was going to enter his sea of consciousness, so he stood there quietly.
I saw Wu Quanyi take a deep breath, and then activated his mind-observation technique to instantly enter Zhao Xun's sea of consciousness.
When Wu Quanyi first saw Zhao Xun and entered his sea of consciousness, he felt that this child was extraordinary, and now his view is even more confirmed.
Because Zhao Xun’s sea of knowledge is unfathomable!
This is a very rare phenomenon.
Generally speaking, a person's consciousness has limits and boundaries.
Even those practitioners with extraordinary talents do not have boundless consciousness.
So Zhao Xun's situation is completely a special case.
And after a period of observation, Wu Quanyi discovered that the width of Zhao Xun's sea of consciousness was actually expanding.
It keeps getting wider and the boundaries keep extending, making it impossible for him to see the edge at a glance.
After making sure he couldn't see anything, Wu Quanyi withdrew from Zhao Xun's sea of consciousness.
He shook his head and said: "My dear disciple, your sea of consciousness is getting wider and wider, and I can't see anything. It seems that the sea of consciousness is covered with a layer of gray mist."
"how so?"
Zhao Xun found it incredible.
My mentor Wu Quanyi is a second-grade Taoist practitioner of Zhenger Ba Jing.
The Taoist practitioner's mind-observation skills can theoretically be more effective than those of lower-level practitioners.
"Is it because I have improved my cultivation level after several battles? But no matter how you say it, there is a gap between your realm and mine."
Zhao Xun felt puzzled.
"It has nothing to do with realm cultivation."
Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi said directly: "I don't think you are from this world."
Damn it!
Hearing this, Zhao Xun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
How did the mentor figure it out?
The mentor knows that he is a time traveler and comes from another world?
But if the teacher knows the concept of time traveler, does that mean that the teacher is also a time traveler?
After all, only time travelers understand time travelers best, just like only magic can defeat magic.
Just when Zhao Xun was so excited that he wanted to hold his mentor's hands, Wu Quanyi's next words made him extremely embarrassed.
"You are from the immortal world. The mountain chief has said that you are from Wenquxing who came to earth. Wenquxing is from the immortal world."
"..."
Zhao Xun simply didn't know what to say for a moment.
If my mentor thinks so, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him.
"In that case, mentor, then I will tell you my dream, and you can analyze it."
"Well, you say."
Zhao Xun naturally skipped the scene where he drove an off-road vehicle alone to relax, but directly talked about the bizarre sacrificial ceremony on the grassland, including the dream of the Dark Door and the fantasy world.
After Zhao Xun's long explanation, Taoist Qinglian understood.
"That grassland sacrifice... should be a very ancient ritual originating from the barbarians in the northern grasslands."
Taoist Qinglian's tone suddenly became very serious.
"I have also heard a little bit. It is said that it is a ritual for them to summon the devil. When they encounter extreme difficulties and have no way out, the high priest of the Demon Sect will start this summoning ritual."
After a pause, Wu Quanyi continued: "In other words, by activating this ritual, the Mobei barbarians or the Demon Sect have reached a contract with the devil. According to this contract, they must be willing to do things for the devil, just like working as a coward.
Same. Of course, in return, the devil will grant them three wishes."
hiss...
Hearing this, Zhao Xun took a deep breath.
"That means this dream I had is probably true..."
The barbarians from the grasslands moved south in large numbers, and there were also many practitioners of the Demon Sect among them.
If you are seated correctly, the one who performs the sacrifice will be the High Priest of the Demon Sect, and the one who participates in the sacrifice will be the prairie barbarians.
The grassland barbarians decided to go south to besiege Chang'an at this time because they experienced a very severe snowstorm in winter.
This snowstorm lasted for a long time, and countless cattle, sheep, and livestock died in this snowstorm.
Until the blizzard ended, the prairie barbarians found that they had no hope of survival.
In this case, they had to go south to plunder.
Chang'an, the richest city in the world, was their first choice.
As long as they plunder Chang'an, they can live a good life for several years.
Not only do you no longer have to worry about food and drink, you can even live a luxurious life of wine and meat.
Who can resist this temptation?
"As for the dream about the Dark Portal..."
Taoist Priest Qinglian frowned, his eyes full of uncertainty.
"I just heard. It is said that the parallel world that is the opposite of our world is called Ellen Lore. The people living on Ellen Lore are very different from us. Their lifestyle, language and even practice system are completely different from this world.
Different. The two worlds seem to be independent, but there is one way to connect them, and that is through the Dark Portal."
Wu Quanyi had told Zhao Xun about the Dark Portal before, but at that time he only had a quick glance and did not explain it in detail.
Since Zhao Xun asked again this time, Taoist Qinglian felt that it was necessary to explain it to him carefully.
"After the Dark Door is opened, people from the two worlds can travel between each other. If Ellen Lore's people come to our world, they will undoubtedly be invaders to us, no different from the prairie barbarians."
Zhao Xun felt chills running down his spine when he heard this.
If this legend is true, then his two dreams are actually completely related.
He even came up with a very bold idea, that is, the devils summoned by the prairie barbarians through the High Priest of the Demon Sect did not come from this world, but from the world of Ellen Lore that was completely parallel to this world.
Summoning is not that easy. If they want to successfully summon the devil, they must open the dark door.
Everything is connected, everything is connected!
Zhao Xun felt excited and scared at the same time.
"Teacher, if this is the case, what should we do now?"