You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 157: Imprinted in a Dream (4000 words)
Zuo Chen lowered his head and glanced at the monk.

Not a smiling Buddha.

Although he is also a fat monk and has a smiling face, his facial features are completely different from those of the Laughing Buddha.

This person was on the list given by Tang Qi. He was a capable subordinate of the Smiling Buddha and his Buddhist name was Baozhai.

The one standing in front of Zuo Chen now is not even Baozhai’s physical body.

It is neither a paper figure nor a wood carving. It is indeed flesh and blood, but it is made of pork.

It looks just like a walking domestic pig.

Although it was a bit of a pity, Zuo Chen also knew that it was impossible for Zuo Changqing, who was so happy, to show up so easily.

Tang Qi is a special case.

Zhu Rou Bao Zhai looked up at Zuo Chen who was falling in mid-air. The sunlight was so bright that he could hardly open his eyes. The smile on his face also became much stiffer:
"Floating on the clouds, looking down at the world. I have long heard that you, Taoist Zuo, are a carefree and carefree person. Seeing you today, I find that you are indeed as you say, like an immortal."

"You're quite good at talking." Zuo Chen slowly landed on the ground. He raised his left hand and a hemispherical cover appeared in the palm of his hand. Lightning flashed and jumped in it, blinding people.

"Don't try. After Tang Qi used the possession technique to escape once before, I specially studied the method to deal with it. Now I have set up lightning nets all around. You, this dream, can't escape from here."

The small monk's head on Baozhai's forehead shrank back into his body, and he could only smile bitterly:

"You are really good. Not only did you tell at a glance that this was not my real body, you also saw that I was using the Cang Meng Jue. You Changqing deserved to fall into your hands."

What Baozhai is using now is the door on the Wanfashu List, which is known as the fragment of the Yellow Millet Dream, named Canmeng. Just by meditating, you can control your body in a dream and travel thousands of miles.

The only problem with this method is that the body under his control has no cultivation ability. Not to mention being caught by Zuo Chen, even if there are only a few good men from the yamen, they can capture him.

But Baozhai also has treasures that can protect one's life.

He raised his palm upwards and tried his best to touch the collar.

But just as he put his hand on the clothes, he suddenly felt a strong electric touch at his fingertips.

The force was so terrifying that it instantly sent Baozhai's wrist flying.

Looking down:
The hand that had just been in his arms had completely disappeared, and the entire broken arm was emitting a faint burnt smell.

He looked at his chest again and found that a large hole had been burned there, with light shining through from behind.

Zuo Chen didn't know when a small bottle made of white jade appeared in his hand. As he played with it, the sound of flowing water could be heard.

"It's quite interesting. You're releasing the water of the sea of ​​suffering, but what holds the sea of ​​suffering is a precious vessel of merit. I was just worrying about where to put the sea of ​​suffering, and you brought the treasure up."

Baozhai's face turned green, then purple, then red, and fire was about to burst out of his ears. But he thought about the difference in strength between himself and Zuo Chen, and could only say in a depressed tone:
"What a pity for my precious baby."

He lowered his head and looked at his chest which was pierced by a bullet. "My pork body has been beaten like this. I should be dead. Taoist priest, why are you still saving my life?"

"Of course I have something to ask you." Zuo Chen turned his hand and put away the white jade bottle.

As if realizing that he couldn't escape, Baozhai simply found a rock by the river and sat down on it.

Adjust your mood:
"Master, you should be able to see that this is my fake body. Even if you destroy my fake body, my real body will only be slightly injured. After all, when traveling in the martial arts world, you always have to keep some tricks up your sleeve.

"I accepted the Buddha's mission some time ago, and I knew that my real body couldn't come out. You are very capable, and You Changqing was killed by you. If I had met you, I wouldn't have gotten any benefit at all, and I would probably have lost my head. I didn't expect you to come so quickly. You are indeed a capable person."

He paused again, as if he didn't understand: "How did you find me? I didn't show up in front of you. It's not like You Changqing ran in front of you and jumped."

"When you do something, it will leave traces." Zuo Chen was also amiable and sat directly next to Bao Zhai.

If someone passes by on this road, they will see a Taoist priest and a monk sitting side by side on a huge rock, chatting and laughing like they are friends.

However, there was a bowl-sized hole in the monk's chest, and his face was extremely pale.

Looks like a dying person.

"I know I might get caught, so I don't have many memories stored in this body. Of course, if you want to take it, you have to come and get it yourself."

Baozhai finally showed an expression of "a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water".

Zuo Chen naturally knew what Baozhai was planning.

This guy has a body made of pork and is not connected to his original body. It is impossible to get any questions out of him using ordinary torture methods.

Before going to the Great Dense Forest, Zuo Chen, who was not good at soul torture, really had no way to deal with this kind of dead pig and rotten mud.

But now...

Zuo Chen flipped his hand, and a lotus flower appeared in his hand.

The lotus looked as if it had just been plucked from the water. It now looked clean and translucent, with even a faint golden light circling around it.

Baozhai's two eyeballs floated directly towards the lotus.

He could tell that this was a top-notch treasure! If it was placed in the beam now, it would be enough to make a large number of peerless masters fight for it! Risking their lives!

But it was full of merits and it didn't look like Xing Hun's treasure at all. He looked at Zuo Chen in confusion, not knowing what recipe he was going to use.

Zuo Chen didn't give him any explanation and directly pushed the lotus in his hand towards Baozhai.

The next moment, the lotus floated up and landed on Baozhai's head.

As the lotus turned, Baozhai felt as if a kaleidoscope appeared before his eyes. All kinds of colorful colors exploded from his pupils, as if to tear the soul in his body apart.

The strong feeling of dizziness passed by in a flash, and an indescribable feeling of nausea also surged into his heart. When Baozhai came to his senses, Zuo Chen had already received the lotus in his hands.

Baozhai retched twice before frowning.

What kind of magical power is this?
Zuo Chen gently raised his hand, and a small human figure appeared above the lotus.

He was a little monk, with kind eyes and a little fat.

When Baozhai saw the little monk, he felt that the child looked quite familiar. After thinking for a moment, an expression of horror finally appeared on his face.

This is himself as a child!
Isn't this method a bit too horrifying? !

The little monk in the lotus opened his eyes hazily, looked around, and looked at Zuo Chen.

Then he bowed to Zuo Chen and said, "Amitabha."

"Hello, young master." Zuo Chen said.

"Master, the evil monk next to me has gone astray and has killed countless people. I am hidden in his heart and I have been wasting my time every day. I can hardly see his appearance. Now that you have released me, I will tell you all his plans and plots."

The little monk spoke with sincerity and honesty. After hearing what he said, Baozhai finally reacted:
This little thing is his kindness!
Good and evil coexist. It is impossible for a person to have no evil thoughts or no good thoughts in his life.

It could be an occasional thought, or a feeling of compassion after committing a crime. Even a wild monk like Baozhai, who claimed that "Buddha has no mercy, and his eyes are full of Asuras", would occasionally throw a few copper coins to a beggar who had no food to eat when he was in a good mood.

Zuo Chen actually brought up this idea!
At this moment, Baozhai had lost control of his body and couldn't even stop it. He could only watch the little monk speak and tell him all of Baozhai's plans:

"The monk carried a small bottle of evil water with him, and planned to go north and give the soldiers in the northern fortress a spell, causing chaos within the northern fortress. In this way, King Wei's army would be weakened, and the followers of King Chang of Jingzhou would take this opportunity to enter Youzhou and seize power in Youzhou."

Zuo Chen frowned slightly when he heard this:
"Is Xiao Huanxi King Chang's man?"

"I don't have this memory in my mind, so I dare not jump to conclusions." "...Apart from Baozhai, are there any other little joys coming to Youzhou?"

"There were a few more, all monks, but their faces and names were erased, so I really can't remember them."

He nodded in understanding.

There are only a few monks on the list given by Tang Qi who are related to the Laughing Buddha. All of them should be dispatched this time.

After talking with the little monk in the lotus for a while and confirming some details, Zuo Chen said "thank you for your hard work" and then pushed the little monk away.

At this moment, Baozhai finally lost his previous indifferent look. His face was full of pain. He wanted to curse but didn't dare to. He wanted to vent loudly but couldn't. He was very suffocated and could only pretend to be well-mannered and said:
"A powerful treasure, a powerful ability. If I am not mistaken, this is a treasure of our Buddhist sect."

"You? You are at most a descendant of Mara. I have seen real Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. Compared to them, you are really... not as good as the dog shit on the side of the road."

"Dog shit? Taoist priest, I am a true Buddhist disciple."

Baozhai seemed to have nothing to say, so he simply said to Zuo Chen:
"Master, you have asked me all the questions I could think of. What do you want to do next? Roast pork?"

Zuo Chen stared at Baozhai.

For some reason, Baozhai's remaining dream suddenly woke up, as if he was being stared at by a flood monster.

"I know what you are thinking. You think I can't kill you. You are right. I can see that your real body is probably in the southeast, but it is too far away from Youzhou. My thunder can't hit you, and it can't hit you accurately, but..."

Baozhai clearly saw Zuo Chen take out a talisman from his arms, with four big characters "great disasters and myriad dangers" written on top of the talisman in red cinnabar.

From his eyes, he could see a thick black aura emanating from the talisman, as gloomy as smoke.

Zuo Chen also showed a playful smile on his face:

"Don't worry, I have deliberately controlled the strength. You will not die for a long time, and don't even think about moving."

Baozhai's face turned pale.

Scared.

He suddenly found himself unable to move and could only watch Zuo Chen walk to his side with a smile, raise his hand to pick up the talisman and stick it on his forehead.

It also stuck to the remnant of his dream that carried this pork body.

……

In Kyoto, there is a big temple called Anle, which is a very popular Buddhist temple. It only accepts people with great merits and virtues, and they can ward off disasters and bring blessings to Daliang, and are revered by everyone.

The temple is extremely large, with a side courtyard inside which sits an elegant little room that is obviously prepared for a high-ranking monk.

In this small room, there was a fat monk sitting cross-legged in meditation, sleeping soundly and snoring, as if he was dreaming.

Next to him, there was a little monk holding a broom, tiptoeing for fear that the noise would wake up his uncle.

His uncle had great merits and was a well-known good Buddha. He was also well-versed in Buddhist theories. The little monk could only look up at him.

The only thing that the young monk found a little strange was that his uncle always liked to sleep. After chanting the sutra every day, he would find a cushion, curl up on one side and sleep soundly.

Maybe this is a strange habit of the masters.

Just as the little monk finished sweeping the last bluestone brick in the bedroom and was about to leave the room, he suddenly heard a shrill scream from behind:

"Ah!"

When he turned around, he found that the highly respected monk seemed to have been hit hard by something in a dream, and his whole body fell backwards to the ground.

"Uncle Master? What's wrong with you?!"

The young monk was startled and instinctively wanted to come forward and help his uncle up.

As soon as he placed his hands on his uncle's arm and pulled it upwards, he heard a snap.

He actually pulled his uncle's arm off alive!

This frightened the little monk so much that he dropped the broom in his hand and took several steps back. He was not paying attention and bumped into the bookshelf behind him.

The vase on the top of the bookshelf spun around twice, then fell down from the bookshelf and hit the fat monk on the forehead.

The fat monk was a natural master, but for some unknown reason, he didn't even have time to react and was hit on the head by the vase!

Then I heard a clanging sound!
The vase did not break Bang's hard face, but the fragments fell right into the fat monk's eyes. Two lines of blood and tears immediately appeared in the corners of his eyes, and his screams shook half of the temple.

The little monk didn't dare to stay in the house any longer, and ran out of the courtyard like a desperate man, shouting as he ran:

"Uncle Baozhai has encountered an evil spirit! He has encountered an evil spirit!"

When he ran away, Baozhai was the only one left in the room.

After shouting for a while, Baozhai ran out of strength and lay on the ground, as if waiting to die.

His eyes were filled with blood, and he seemed to see that the lucky star above his head was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"This is my destiny."

Blood and tears flowed down, muttering to himself.

He knew very well that the rest of his life would probably not be easy.

……

After waiting for about half an incense stick, Zuo Chen suddenly fell from the air and landed steadily on the bluestone slab.

"Master." Caiyi trotted to Zuo Chen's side, looked around, didn't see the monk, and tilted her head in confusion:
"Didn't find it?"

"Found it." Zuo Chen said with a smile: "The weather is good today, and a thief was destroyed."

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