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

Chapter 176 Smiling Buddha

Hu Wen was taken to the main hall. Elder Su and the young man wanted to accompany him, but they were driven out by the Qingqiu leader.

Now only Hu Wen and Qingqiu Shou are left in the main hall.

And there is the little fox who is already fast asleep.

Hu Wen stared at Qingqiu Shou. He had many questions he wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start. He could only swallow his words and said nothing.

There was a hanging stove beside Qingqiu, with a blazing flame burning underneath and tea boiling above. After the tea boiled, she took out two small cups, filled them with tea, and handed them to Hu Wen:

"My surname is Qingqiu, my name is Lou Mei, I am the patriarch of the Qingqiu clan, the god of destiny in the mountains and forests at sunset, and the master of dreams."

Her voice was gentle, like a parent chatting with her own child.

Hu Wen finally introduced himself:
"My name is Hu Wen, I am an attendant in the Palace of King Wei of Youzhou. I came from... a dream and would like to ask for advice on how to wake up from the dream."

"Is this a big dream?"

"Coming from the bitter sea in the north, the fog is thick and the world is in a dream. Many people are unable to wake up from the dream. This is a catastrophe."

Hu Ben shouldn't have said this.

This dream was the magic of the Qingqiu Immortal, and it was eroded by the Sea of ​​Bitterness. How could he know whether the Qingqiu Immortal before him was just a simple remnant of a dream, or had been enslaved by the Sea of ​​Bitterness and became the hand of destruction.

If it is the former, he may not be able to get any clues, but if it is the latter, he will be in danger.

But maybe it was influenced by the dream, Hu Wen felt that the woman in front of him had no ill will towards him, and the vigilance in his heart disappeared.

Hearing what he said, Qingqiu Loumei twirled her fingers, as if calculating something. She remained silent for a long time. After a while, she sighed.

"It seems that Qingqiu's plan has gone awry after all."

What is Qingqiu's plan?
Hu Wen was about to ask when he suddenly noticed that the colors around him began to fade.

The hue is washed away and the colors become increasingly sparse.

In just a blink of an eye, the originally colorful world began to be dyed in black and white.

"What happened?"

Qingqiu Lou Mei raised her head and asked, but as soon as she finished her words, her body was shrouded in gray mist and she no longer responded.

She even maintained the appearance of being in a conversation, with a soft look on her face, as if she was saying something to Hu Wen.

"The roots of foolishness and love are weeded out, and a piece of spiritual enlightenment is the old foundation."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded behind Hu Wen.

Looking back, he found that a silly monk with a cloth bag had appeared behind him at some point.

The silly monk was fat, with a smiling face and gentle eyes. He was wearing a tattered cassock with his chest open, revealing his bronze skin.

He glanced at Qingqiu Loumei, who was motionless in the black and white ink painting, and sneered:
"The demon from Qingqiu disturbed the Great Dream and destroyed the five elements of the world. In the end, the mountain was destroyed and the fox died. It was what he deserved."

Hu Wen stared at him and shuddered.

When they were on the road, Zuo Chen showed Hu Wen the list of Little Joy's gang members and specifically mentioned a few of their leaders.

And this monk was on the list that Zuo Chen had highlighted.

Smiling Buddha.

Little joy left long held!

Hu Wen jumped up and was about to avoid the Smiling Buddha, but suddenly several chains stretched out from the darkness around him and locked directly towards Hu Wen's body.

He was horrified and just wanted to avoid it, but he found his body stiff and was entangled by the iron chain in the blink of an eye.

Hu Wen tried to break free from the chains, but found that he could not do anything. He could only stare at the Smiling Buddha angrily.

“Don’t show that expression, I’m not a bad person.” The monk said with a smile.

Not a bad person?

What a joke!
The Smiling Buddha slowly approached Hu Wen and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch Hu Wen's face, but Hu Wen just leaned forward and suddenly bit the Smiling Buddha's finger.

hiss!
Hu Wen spat out a piece of rotten meat from his mouth and spat.

"Rotten people and rotten flesh are a good match for you."

The Smiling Buddha lowered his head and looked at the flesh that was bitten off, but the blood on his palm quickly recovered.

"You do have a fierce temper, like someone raised by Li Ji." The Smiling Buddha was not annoyed. He just smiled softly and suddenly made some magic gestures.

"All living things are colorless, all living things are formless, emptiness is cause and effect."

In an instant, Hu Wen felt as if he heard bursts of Buddhist scriptures chanting beside his ears, and for a moment he felt a splitting headache.

He calmed himself down and held on.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a second, or maybe several years, before the voice next to Hu Wen’s ear finally stopped slowly.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat and he was breathing heavily.

"Kill him quickly if you want to. Why are you doing this?" Although he was weak, Hu Wen still glared at the Smiling Buddha fiercely.

"Little brother, don't be angry." The Smiling Buddha seemed to find it difficult to break through Hu Wen's inner defenses under normal circumstances, so he simply sat on the ground: "The Qingqiu Dream is indeed a wonderful method. The things in the dream are true and false. But little brother, do you know why the Qingqiu Immortal created this dream?"

"Grandpa, if I knew the whole story, would I still be stuck here listening to your bullshit?"

"Oh, how anxious!" The Smiling Buddha sighed and continued:
“That’s because the waves are rushing towards Qingqiu, the sea of ​​suffering is about to overflow the mountains, and the Qingqiu immortals can’t resist it.

"I have not experienced the wonders of the immortals, but I have heard from Master Dao Miao about the sea of ​​suffering. The boundless sea rushed from the north, and the immortals in the heavens guarded the border, but they had no way to deal with the disaster. Some immortals chose to stay and defend, while others chose to leave when they still had the strength to do so. "Except for the top-notch True Lords and Heavenly Venerables, how difficult is it for other immortals to fly away from this ordinary world? Some exhausted their sect's resources to build immortal boats, some used secret methods to open the gates, and some put all their sect's thoughts on a rope, hoping that this rope could take them away from the ordinary world. That really made me itch, and I really wanted to go to that era to see the so-called immortals and gods in such a miserable state on the ground."

Hu Wen snorted coldly:

"When faced with a catastrophe that will destroy the world, there will be many outstanding people. Some people will definitely sacrifice their lives to save their own. This is human nature. What can I say? Moreover, you expect me to believe you with just your words?"

"Human nature?" The Smiling Buddha sneered twice, "Those are all immortals, why talk to them about human nature? They didn't talk about human nature when they were high above and didn't even look at the world; they didn't talk about human nature when they let disasters run rampant without caring about anything; they didn't talk about human nature when they ignored the lives of the people and only cared about themselves. Now that a disaster is imminent, in order to avoid disaster and for their own longevity, they come out to talk about human nature. How ridiculous is that?
"As for this Qingqiu Dream, do you really think the fox fairies are so kind? Everything has turned into a dream, and they will naturally need to sacrifice their lives to escape! What will they choose at that time? Aren't they just ordinary people?"

After scolding the Qingqiu Immortal, the Smiling Buddha returned to his mild and gentle appearance.

"After all, it's something of the past, and it has nothing to do with you and me now. I don't think you will feel anything after listening to me. Then I will tell you something that is relevant to you."

Does it have anything to do with me?
I don't know why, but I know very well that I shouldn't listen to the nonsense of the Smiling Buddha, but his words seemed to have magic, slowly attracting Hu Wen's attention.

"The Qingqiu Immortals were not as powerful as the Great Immortal Equaling Heaven, so they naturally had no way to deal with this surging sea of ​​suffering. So, the then Qingqiu clan leader Qingqiu Loumei took the lead and used the Eight Diagrams Sixty-four Transformations to re-forge Lin Xiaxi, known as the Qingqiu Great Dream, to use the Mountain Transformation Mist Technique, trying to stuff the entire Qingqiu Mountain into a dream, and then leave with the help of a Taoist master.

"Of course, this technique requires a fox fairy to dream for a long time. The fox elders were not willing to sacrifice themselves, but they really couldn't find a suitable candidate, so they simply chose Qingqiu Lou Mei's son, Qingqiu Wenjia."

Hearing this, Hu Wen felt his breathing become slightly stiff.

He had roughly guessed some things.

Seeing Hu Wen’s expression, the corners of the Smiling Buddha’s mouth slightly raised.

It almost reaches my ears.

He showed his white teeth, which shone brightly:
"Life is tenacious after all. They wanted to harm the child, but the child also put up a final resistance unconsciously. From then on, Toshandou's transformation mist technique went out of control and he fell into the sea of ​​suffering, sinking forever.

"The child relied on the power of the remnant dream to board the fairy camel named Big Dream, floated across the river, and arrived at Wangwu Fairy Mountain, the highest fairy mountain in Zhongzhou. He washed away all the dust and karma, and was adopted by King Wei Li Ji many years later. He changed his surname from Qingqiu to Hu, removed the two characters of Wenjia, and kept Wen as his name.

"Call, Hu Wen!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking his ears, and the rumbling thunder made Hu Wen's heart and soul tremble.

I……

Is it the Qingqiu Wen family?
Qingqiu Lou Mei is my mother?

His thoughts were in a mess, his ideas were complicated, and even his soul, which had been intact, had a tiny gap in it!
Suddenly feeling something was wrong, Hu Wen looked up and found that the Smiling Buddha had come to his side without him noticing.

not good!

Hu Wen then realized that the Smiling Buddha had been using some magic to make him lose his mind!
But even if he reacted now, Hu Wen would not have enough time to calm himself down.

The Smiling Buddha slowly stretched out two fingers and tapped Hu Wen’s forehead.

In an instant, Hu Wen felt his soul and spirit suddenly froze, as if he was trapped by invisible chains.

Behind the Smiling Buddha, there appear more and more Buddhas.

They were like stone sculptures, sitting cross-legged on lotus pedestals, looking down at Hu Wen with their heads tilted to the side, condescending.

“There are no hundred or eight troubles in the human body.

"Greed, anger, ignorance and not much diligence.

“People’s hearts are all equal and of one mind.

"We are happy to meet and speak kindly to each other."

The sound of Buddha's chanting echoed, and even the body of the Smiling Buddha seemed to swell up, becoming bloated and terrifying.

"Since this is the Great Dream of Qingqiu, why not go to sleep?

"In this world of suffering, worry, greed, ignorance and stupidity, how can there be happiness in dreams?
"Let it go, let it go with the dream!
"Go to sleep!"

The sound of loud bells rang out, and the long notes sounded.

Hu Wen's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Finally, he couldn't hide his sleepiness and closed his eyes.

The soul has already entered a dream but has fallen asleep again. From this sleep, it is difficult to wake up again.

The Smiling Buddha flipped his wrist, and Hu Wen's body fell into his palm.

A layer of white jade seemed to form around him, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a small stone.

Until this moment, the monk's smile was no longer kind.

As soon as they met, he cast a spell on Hu Wen to confuse his perception and disrupt his thoughts, but he didn't expect that he still had to use the spell of a wake-up call to completely control him.

But no matter what, the plan has been made!

The Laughing Buddha seemed to have obtained some precious treasure and raised it high above his head.

The surrounding fog dissipated, and at this moment the Smiling Buddha was standing on a huge black wave.

One of his feet was planted in the sea water, his entire calf was filled with black mist, and brown-red auras surrounded his body.

A string of Buddhist beads hung on his chest, emitting bursts of light, which seemed to protect the Laughing Buddha's sanity from being eroded.

"The spirit of the evening under the forest, supporting the mountain to transform the fate of the fog! This day is the day when Qingqiu will reappear!"

There was thick fog, and the clouds in the sky tilted down. The clouds turned into a river, rushing down from the sky like a waterfall, falling vertically into the Black Sea, stirring up thousands of waves.

The shadow of the mountain appears faintly behind the Wulang Waterfall, tearing a corner of itself through the rushing fog.

Qingqiu Mountain,
Reappeared in the world.

(End of this chapter)