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

Chapter 228 The Incurable Dream

On the long library street, inside Caoxin Hall, a group of library staff were surrounding Wei Shu, who was resting on the bed, scratching their heads and not knowing how to start.

They were all experts in the library, some were elders, some were masters, and they were all well-known figures. But now they were frowning and wailing.

Yan Wangsheng hid to the side, looking at the group of people in the library coldly and snorted in his heart.

Half a month has passed since Yan Wangsheng brought Wei Shu back.

Half a month ago, when Wei Shu, who had been sleeping for a long time, was brought to the library, several people in the library who were good at magic said confidently that they only needed to make a random move to get rid of Wei Shu's long dream.

Half a month has passed.

One was exhausted, three became autistic, and one went crazy.

The crazy one is really crazy.

He was an elder of the library, who was extremely skilled in magic. He tried to use his soul to connect into Wei Shu's body, hoping to resolve the dream from the inside.

Then the elder also fell into a dream and slept for three whole days.

Three days later, he woke up.

The elder laughed loudly three times toward the sky, then banged his head against the pillar, causing a bloody head injury.

In the end, the library took a lot of effort to rescue the elder.

However, even so, he had lost the ability to communicate normally with others and became a complete lunatic, running around the streets every day, laughing loudly.

At this point, the news that Wei Shu had suffered a "dream that no one could interpret" spread like the wind, blowing through the streets and alleys of the library, attracting those self-important people who thought they were proficient in everything.

This gathering ends now.

"I've been studying for thirty years. What haven't I seen? What haven't I seen?"

The old man who had just left cried several times, then sat down dejectedly at a table on the side, silently shedding tears:

"I've never seen this before, and I really don't understand it! Whose magical power is this? Why can a long dream last so long? Why is this dream flawless inside and outside? Why is it so?"

Many people from the nearby library also came to the old man to comfort him.

Some people gloat over other people's misfortunes, while others are sincere.

Those who gloat over others' misfortune are those who have never tried the dream interpretation, while those who are sincere are those who have tried the dream interpretation.

The former had no idea how difficult this was, but the latter knew what the elder had been through.

After the elder cried for a while, he was helped down, and soon other people from the library came to try.

Yan Wangsheng looked at it for a while.

Can this group of people alone break the Taoist's magic?
That's just a pipe dream.

No longer in the mood to continue observing, Yan Wangsheng wanted to leave the noisy room.

Suddenly, I saw an old man with white hair and beard walking towards me.

Seeing this old man, a hint of coldness appeared in the depths of Yan Wangsheng's eyes, but he immediately hid it and replaced it with an eager smile:

"Layman, are you here to see your disciple?"

"Yes, come and take a look at my useless disciple." The old man sighed.

This person is Yulu Jushi, Wei Shu’s master.

He is also one of the three lay Buddhists in the library today.

"Disciple, disciple?"

He called out twice softly at the bedside, but there was no response. Mr. Yulu could only sigh deeply and strangle his wrist.

It really looks like he is worried about his apprentice.

Then he looked at Yan Wangsheng:
"Mr. Yan, you really don't know what happened to my disciple?"

Yan Wangsheng could see that Mr. Yulu was now staring at him with his eyes. It was said to be a lament, but it felt more like an interrogation.

He snorted in his heart.

This old guy actually doesn’t care that much about his apprentice.

The master is not the master. There are countless disciples under Yulu Jushi who are famous. Wei Shu can only be considered as talented, but is far from being one of those who have achieved fame and success.

It was obvious that he was using the name of his disciple to ask me, the only remaining person in the old library, questions, and he had no good intentions at all.

Of course, after so many years, Yan Wangsheng was no pushover, so he immediately pretended to lament and said:

“I don’t know. When I arrived at Wei Shu’s residence, he was already like this.

"I don't know if it was an evil spirit or a curse."

Mr. Yulu stared at Yan Wangsheng closely, and Yan Wangsheng responded with a pair of cloudy eyes.

The air in the entire cabin seemed to freeze for a moment, and even the old men who were shouting nearby stopped and looked at the two men cautiously.

"What a pity! I thought Mr. Yan would know who was the thief who harmed my disciple."

"You're joking. I'm not that powerful. I still have to rely on you, the masters of the library."

Yan Wangsheng bowed and said, "I have another class this afternoon and I have to teach those brats, so I won't stay here any longer. I hope you gentlemen can keep up the good work and I'm sure you can cure it."

"Besides... who knows, maybe this kid will wake up on his own someday?"

After saying this, Yan Wangsheng turned around and left the house, leaving only the people in the library.

They looked at each other and no one dared to say anything. They just continued to argue and think about how to cure Wei Shu who was lying on the hospital bed.

After Yan Wangsheng left, Mr. Yulu's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"This damn old man must know something!"

Let the library staff cure Wei Shu?

Mr. Yulu knew the abilities of this group of people very well. They were all indeed the best in Daliang when picked out individually, but they were all helpless against this magic.

Who else could have cast this spell?

Haha! So hard to guess!
Mr. Yulu knew very well that there was no way he could save his disciple, so he just pretended to mourn for a while and turned and left.

Mr. Yulu, who was walking in the long alley of the library, frowned, and really couldn't think of how to pry words out of Yan Wangsheng's mouth.

At this moment, a jade token on Mr. Yulu's waist suddenly began to vibrate.

He raised his hand and touched it, a look of slight shock appeared on his face.

He got the jade token from a lord in Kyoto.

At that time, the adult said that whenever he needed help, the jade token would buzz.

That adult has something to do for himself?

After putting away the jade token, Mr. Yulu hurriedly walked out of the long street of the library, not daring to delay for even a moment.

After leaving the library alley, he directly called a coachman to take him to the edge of Kyoto.

While sitting in the carriage, looking out the window, taking in the sights and sounds, I couldn't help but think of the first time I met the owner of the jade pendant.

At that time, he was still young and studying at home. One day, his father was so happy that he took him away from home and went to a secluded house somewhere in Kyoto.

It was in that secluded house that Mr. Yulu met his benefactor for the first time in his life.

In the middle of the courtyard that year, a palace maid carrying a sedan chair dropped from the sky, and petals flew in the wind. The noble lady spoke to him in a gentle tone through the curtain:
"You are quite a scholar. If the Kyoto Library is short of staff one day, can you take my place?"

The young Yulu hermit agreed at his father's suggestion.

Afterwards, he rose rapidly in Kyoto, read documents, studied classics, became a well-known samurai, and entered a library.

To check and balance the remaining libraries.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the achievements that Yulu Jushi has now are brought about by his noble people. No matter what his noble people ask him to do, he will do his best to complete it.

But to this day he still doesn't know the true identity of the nobleman.

The nobleman's position was too high, and Yulu Jushi only knew that he was a wealthy family in Kyoto and had real power.

That's it.

Soon the coachman arrived at the place. It looked like a normal residential house, simple and rustic, with no one around.

Mr. Yulu stuffed the silver into the driver's hand, and the driver took it and left without staying any longer or asking any more questions.

He fixed his clothes and looked full of energy, then he pushed open the door of the house in front of him and walked in.

When he stepped into the house, there was no one around. Mr. Yulu closed his eyes and counted for seven seconds. When he opened his eyes, the surroundings had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Peach tree, pond, and small stone table.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, and flower petals cover the ground like a road.

Peaceful, beautiful, tranquil and pleasant.

Nobles often asked him to meet here because of the beautiful night view.

Gazing from a distance, Mr. Yulu discovered that a familiar sedan chair was parked under a peach tree. Four maids were standing beside the sedan chair with expressionless faces.

Mr. Yulu still remembers that when he was young, it was the four of them who carried the sedan chair. Over the years, there has been no change at all.

It’s not because these four palace maids have some recipe for immortality, but because they are not human at all.

These are four paper figures!

However, the craftsmanship of making paper figures is very high, and unless you touch them, it is impossible to know the true identities of these four palace maids.

But besides them, there was another person in the yard today.

He was a vagrant, wearing tattered clothes and looking dirty. He was a beggar.

His hair was like a lid, gray and covering his eyes, and his nose was big and red, and looked a little droopy.

At this moment, this playboy was sitting in front of the nobleman's sedan chair, drinking from a wine gourd, looking casual.

Mr. Yulu frowned slightly.

Why is there a beggar here?
(End of this chapter)