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Chapter 360 The Truth of the Abyss
Yun Ziliang's voice is already extremely unstable, but the Dragon Seeking School emphasizes the domineering aura of the Dragon Seeking Master.

If Master Xunlong's words were a little weaker, his tyranny would disappear a little, and when he used the sword against someone, his methods would be far worse.

Therefore, Lao Yun's words seemed a little scared, but his expression was extremely ferocious, and his two hands hung naturally, without any sign of being tense due to tension or panic.

Even when facing the dream god that is being "conceived",

Yun Ziliang would never sit still and wait for death - he would just fight to the death.

The ten dragons on his Taoist robe seemed to be slightly agitated, waiting for Lao Yun's urging at any time to fight a decisive battle with the "Dream God".

Zhou Xuan was even more relaxed. It was not that he was not afraid of the Dream God, but he knew clearly that the thing under the abyss was not the "Dream God."

"Don't panic, Lao Yun. The thing under the abyss could be a celestial ghost or something else, but it is definitely not a dream god."

Zhou Xuan, the painter, and Yun Ziliang formed a horn-like formation, with Zhou Xuan being at the ox horn, standing at the front of the team.

He said to Yun Ziliang: "I have created a fake dream god before. Although that god was fake, his aura was real - it is different from this abyss."

What does the breath of the dream god look like?

Zhou Xuan's evaluation of him was: "It's like a dream. The will of the dream god is extremely unstable, and the dream world he created around him also changes at any time because of the will of the god. The details of the world also change at will."

On the other hand, Diyuan's "will" is a bit too stable.

"If it's not the God of Dreams, then it could be..."

"do not know."

Zhou Xuan responded to Lao Yun decisively, and then turned to the painter and said, "Lao Hua, is that ginkgo tree sure to be the long-lost ancestral ginkgo tree in Mingjiang Mansion?"

"Yes."

The painter took out his wallet, pulled out a ginkgo leaf from it, handed it to Zhou Xuan, and said, "All the clergy of the Bone Elders Society keep a ginkgo leaf.

Although the "Ginkgo Ancestor Tree" has been lost for three hundred years, the priests of the Bone Elders' Society have never forgotten the taste of the ancestral tree.

Zhou Xuan grabbed a ginkgo leaf, held it in front of his eyes, and looked in the direction of the ginkgo ancestral tree as if he was being blinded by a leaf.

The leaves blocked his view, but could not block the scent emanating from the Ginkgo tree.

Under the abyss of the earth, Zhou Xuan's perception could not radiate outside his body, but the aura of the Ginkgo tree was too strong and it sprayed in front of him and was sensed by his body.

"Your leaf has the same smell as the glowing ancestral ginkgo tree, but it also has a different smell."

Zhou Xuan's nose trembled slightly, and he sniffed it and said to the painter: "This leaf of yours has the authentic divine scent of Jingguo, but the ancestral ginkgo tree has a more ghostly and evil feeling."

Zhou Xuan also knew a lot about the ancestral tree.
"But if it's not the ancestral ginkgo tree, then what is it?" asked the painter.

Zhou Xuan couldn't answer, so he said to Miss Qiang in the secret realm: "Miss Qiang, can you feel the power fluctuations in the abyss?"

"Unable to detect. The things under this abyss are very strange."

"What if I move forward a little further?"

Zhou Xuan said.

"Are you going to... put yourself in danger?"

Miss Wall was a little surprised.

Even though Zhou Xuan, the painter, and Yun Ziliang were only a hundred meters away from the ancestral ginkgo tree, if Zhou Xuan took one more step, or half a step, it could be the "distance between heaven and hell".
One wrong step and the whole game is lost.

"I always feel that this Ginkgo ancestral tree is not as powerful as you think."

As for pretentiousness, Zhou Xuan considered himself to be the best in this business. When his strength was not enough, he used three fake tattoos to deceive everyone in the Gu Lao Society - including masters like painters and musicians.

"To be pretentious means to put on a very high tone so that people can see that he is not easy to mess with."

"But there is a big difference between being strong on the outside but weak on the inside and strong on the outside but strong on the inside. The biggest difference is that people who are pretentious don't dare to show extreme aggressiveness."

Zhou Xuan said this and took another step forward. He wanted to get closer to the ginkgo tree. At the same time, he asked Shan Zu: "Shan Zu, we are here. Where are you? Where are you?"

The ancestral ginkgo tree sensed Zhou Xuan's transgression and shook its branches, and countless points of light fell on the ground like raindrops.

The slightly moist land suddenly began to soften, and a drop of light created ripples on the land.

Under the abyss, there was a vast deep pool.

The green water and the aquatic plants by the lake are like shadows. On each blade of grass, there is a dewdrop that is hard to tell whether it is light or water.

The ancestral ginkgo tree stands above the deep pool.

As the water in the pond was very clear, Zhou Xuan could see the scenery beneath the water by simply looking down. He saw the roots of the Ginkgo tree floating underwater.

At the deepest part of the water, there were hundreds of bodies of pregnant women.

Every pregnant woman's belly was bulging, and the roots of the ginkgo tree were extending into the pregnant woman's belly one by one.

Just by looking at this image, Zhou Xuan could guess that these pregnant women of unknown origin were the source of nutrition for the Ginkgo tree.

“Are these pregnant women the ones who nurtured this ginkgo tree?”

Zhou Xuan began to have doubts in his mind.

"You are finally back."

At the bottom of the pool, there was a pregnant woman. Her belly was pierced by the most ginkgo tree roots, as many as six.

The pregnant woman said to Zhou Xuan: "I am the Ginkgo Tree Girl, the queen here. Welcome home, my king."

"King, Queen?"

Zhou Xuan suspected that the pregnant woman at the bottom of the pond was talking nonsense.

But Miss Qiang said, "Ah Xuan, take a quick look..."

"Where are you looking?"

"Look at your secret place."

Miss Wall yelled.

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he immediately focused his mind on his own Black Water Secret Realm.

In that vast expanse of black water, Zhou Xuan also saw a turquoise pool of water. In the center of the pool, there grew an unusually tall ginkgo tree.

Hundreds of pregnant women were lying at the bottom of the pool. All of them had their eyes closed, as if they were sleeping in the water. At this time, a drop of black blood condensed from the tip of the ginkgo tree. As the blood drop became fuller, it dripped into the deep pool with a "plop".

That drop of blood spread out in the pool of water and turned into countless moving blood threads.

The blood threads were constantly changing, like drops of ink dispersed by water - I don't know how long it took, but the blood threads began to form a soul. The soul was a phantom, swaying gently in the water, and its appearance also changed slightly with the swaying.

But no matter how it changed, Zhou Xuan could see that the soul formed by the blood in the pool was... himself.

"My king, come home, come back to my arms."

"The embrace is gentle and has the comfort and peace you need."

The pregnant woman in the deep pool opened her arms towards Zhou Xuan - Zhou Xuan's mind couldn't help but shake, he seemed to see scenes from his life.

He grew up in the lake, and from that drop of blood he turned into a soul, and from a soul he turned into a human being.

Zhou Xuan had never experienced any of these life scenes, but he had a strange feeling of trance - as if this scene of "a man formed by blood in a deep pool" was his most real past.

His eyelids immediately felt a little tired, and they drooped down little by little, and he could hardly open his eyes.

An unprecedented feeling of fatigue surged and grew stronger in his body.

He wanted to throw himself into the pool, listen to the pregnant queen's words, and convert to her arms.

"This is an illusion. This is an illusion created for me by the lake water."

Zhou Xuan still retained the last bit of sanity. As long as this last bit of sanity was destroyed, he would really fall into a deep sleep. Once he fell asleep, he would have no control over what happened in the future.

"Lao Yun, release the dragon. The Earth Abyss is controlling my mind."

When Zhou Xuan said this, he regained his fighting spirit. He used the bone tooth to cut his right hand, dipped the bone tooth in blood, and drew the "Hand of Nuo God" in the air.

After a moment, the drawing of the Nuo god's hand was completed.

"The Nuo spirit is in action."

Zhou Xuan used the "art of spirit possession" to increase the power of his incense sticks from five to seven.

"Release the dragon, Lao Yun."

Zhou Xuan turned around to look at Yun Ziliang, only to find that Yun Ziliang was already drunk, staggering and talking: "Canglongshan, I'm back, Fourth Kid, Ninth Kid, are you all okay?"

"I was drunk in the pavilion of Canglong Mountain and had a big dream. I dreamed that you were all killed, and then I hid in a painting for three hundred years."

"Three hundred years later, time flies by, and I hear a singer named Bai Guang singing. That singing voice is particularly beautiful. I also meet a young man named Zhou Xuan, who is a real dragon in the world..."

Yun Ziliang is sharing what he saw and heard in the three-hundred-year dream with his "invisible disciples, relatives and friends."

Obviously,

Yun Ziliang was also confused by the dream of the ginkgo tree falling.

“Could it be that the thing in this abyss is really the dream god.”

"No, it's definitely not the God of Dreams. If it were... why didn't I sense the smell of dreams?"

Zhou Xuan always believed that the scenes he saw were illusions, but definitely not dreams.

There are many kinds of illusions, and dreams are just one of them.

"The ninth level of storytellers' skills - I am the master of dreams."

Lao Yun was already in a daze, and the painter was no less so. Only Zhou Xuan still remained lucid.

He must make one final desperate gamble, otherwise, his fate would be the same as Liu Pingyao and Xiangling Lishi decades ago, remaining in the depths of the earth forever.

He thought of the way he had gotten rid of the "six desires" of Buddhists, and used the method of "I am the master of my dreams" to isolate himself from the world. The world outside is the world outside, I am me, my dream separates me from the world - no outsiders can disturb me, and I can see the whole world clearly.

“I am the dream master.”

Zhou Xuan plucked the wooden clapper that slipped out of his sleeve.
There was a snap,
Zhou Xuan transformed into an independent dream.

In this little dream, he, Zhou Xuan, is the only will and is no longer disturbed by the outside world.

but,

In such an independent dream, Zhou Xuan still saw some strange scenes - he was standing on the deep blue pool, wearing a Taoist robe, and the pregnant queen was tying his hair and said in a very gentle tone,
"My king, you became a human because of blood, and you defeated others because of blood. In the end, you will also cease to be a human because of blood. The Well Country is a hopeless pile of mud. If you really can't save it, then return to the deep pool. We will sleep here forever, and wait for a thousand years before we revive and wake up."

"My king, I welcome your return."

After the pregnant woman finished speaking, she gave Zhou Xuan a hug from behind.

At this point in the scene, Zhou Xuan was in a small dream, and he saw the pregnant queen waving at him again. He walked towards the deep pool step by step, ready to dive into the water.

"In my dreams, can it still pollute my mind?"

Zhou Xuan's last bit of sanity was already shaky, and he was sighing - I am the master of dreams, I have isolated myself from the world, the heavens and the earth, but I can't isolate myself from the illusion created for him by the Ginkgo Tree?

"What kind of method is this, it's so magical."

Zhou Xuan couldn't figure it out, he only understood one thing - he finally knew why "Mountain Ancestor", who was at the level of a god in the sky, was imprisoned for decades as a ghost by something in the abyss.

"I'm so tired and sleepy."

Zhou Xuan no longer had the strength to lift his eyelids. He wanted to fall into a deep sleep, to fall asleep on the belly of the pregnant queen...

……

"Sanwa, our chance has come. Look, they have all been deceived."

"You said they are all so smart, how could they be deceived?"

"Who cares? Once they get killed, we'll just run away."

The eldest child was jumping for joy in Zhou Xuan's secret realm.

In the Black Water Secret Realm, Miss Qiang saw herself returning to the Flesh and Blood Divine Dynasty.

Eight blood-well human brains, I felt like I had returned to my previous life and spent wonderful time with my family.

The leader of the Buddhist Kingdom believed that he had become the true leader of the Flesh and Blood Divine Dynasty, and he issued orders to tens of millions of people.

Only Sanwa and Dawa, the two red ginseng boys, seemed as if nothing had happened and were still discussing their escape plan.

The eldest child made the gesture of "carrying a bag" and said to the third child: "Let's run away later."

Sanwa, however, was thinking about the "flying chess" made of black water and said, "I don't want to run away. It's so much fun here... There's Monopoly and flying chess, which is much more fun than in the mountains."

After the souls of the eldest and third kids were captured by the Blood Well and taken to the secret realm, they thought they would be subjected to inhuman abuse. Unexpectedly, once they entered the secret realm, it was truly entertaining. The eight human brains, the Buddha Kingdom's main brain, and Miss Wall opened two game tables - playing flying chess and Monopoly at the same time, which made the two kids very happy.

"You are just a kid who likes to play."

After Big Baby lectured Little Baby, he sat down in the black water again and said, "I think it's fun here, but these people have been deceived. What can we do?"

"Shout, remind Zhou Xuan, that person is very smart, let's remind him that he has been deceived."

Sanwa said.

"Is this a solution?" asked Big Boy.

"Shout first and talk later."

Sanwa was very persistent. He put his two fat hands to his mouth and shouted desperately: "Zhou Xuan, you have been deceived. There is something in the abyss that is deceiving you."

"Zhou Xuan, you've been fooled. This is a scam."

……

Zhou Xuan stood on the water of the Bi Bo Lake, his body gradually giving up its autonomy. The water was like a man-eating beast, trying to pull him into the water inch by inch.

"Zhou Xuan, you've been fooled. This is a scam."

The big boy's loud voice echoed in the secret realm and also awakened Zhou Xuan's brief clarity of mind.

"I was lied to."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Yes, it's a scam, not a dream. It's a scam, not a dream."

Zhou Xuan repeated it repeatedly.

Scammers are always good at weaving scams, and those carefully designed scams are harder to escape from than dreams.

"No wonder 'I am the Dream Master' cannot escape the tricks of the Ginkgo Tree... because what it creates is not a dream, but a scam."

Zhou Xuan's mind became increasingly clear.

"Dream, they wove a dream to pollute my mind."

"It was a scam. They directly controlled my mind. I was deceiving myself."

Zhou Xuan quickly understood the mystery.

"I am the master of dreams" can separate the self from the world and allow the "self" to recognize the truth. But when "I have deceived myself", what is the use of this isolation?
"Tao follows nature, and restores my clarity and brightness."

At this moment, Zhou Xuan regained his spirit and started to practice the "Xigu Sutra".

"Knowing its masculinity and keeping its femininity, it will become the stream of the world..."

In the Scriptures of the Valley, there are countless saints and also those who practice Taoism and do nothing.

Taoism means inaction, but it does not mean true inaction. Rather, it means keeping to one's original heart, respecting nature, and transforming oneself into valleys, mountains and rivers.

The valley is silent, without thoughts, ideas or emotions.

The mountains and rivers stretch across the country, motionless, without life or death.

There is no life or death, no emotions, how can the scams of the world deceive me?

"Become a stream and keep your original heart."

"Become a stream and keep your original heart."

Zhou Xuan continued to practice "Tao is inaction", the scam failed, and the true face of the abyss was revealed.

……

Zhou Xuan saw the true depths of the abyss.

This place is nothing like what I just saw - there is no glowing ginkgo tree, nor a grand altar to the gods. All there is is a ginkgo blood tree with thousands of skulls hanging on it.

Every inch of the tree's bark was stained with blood.

Dozens of silk cocoons were formed in the pit of the abyss. Most of these cocoons were shriveled, but one cocoon was very swollen.

At the top of the pit, there is a huge human brain, as big as a gold shop.

The brain is alive—swelling gently, then rapidly contracting, pumping in a rhythmic rhythm.

As the human brain pumps again and again, blood-colored droplets will be squeezed out at the tip of the brain. Once the droplets are full, they will fall and drip onto the ginkgo blood tree.

And under the Ginkgo tree, there was a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe sitting cross-legged.

He was entangled by the roots of the Ginkgo Blood Tree, and there were still undried bloodstains from being whipped on his body.

"He is the Mountain Ancestor." Zhou Xuan thought.

Shan Zu looked desperate, and sighed, "It's over, it's over. Dao Zu's direct disciple, the former Dragon Seeker of Canglong Mountain, couldn't see through the scam of "Wind Horse, Swallow and Sparrow"... It's really a hall that should be taken away by heaven. Even Zhou Xuan, who possessed the will of the gods and had accumulated a lot of incense from storytellers, couldn't see through it."

His groans were heard by the Ginkgo Blood Tree, which lowered its branches and whipped the Mountain Ancestor with a decisive blow.

Every whip struck the Mountain Ancestor's soul.

Shan Zu felt pain and cursed angrily: "Don't think you are so great. If I hadn't been fooled by you, with your skills, I would have cut you off and burned you as firewood... Stop it... Stop it... Your ancestors for eighteen generations are all sons of bitches."

After listening to Shan Zu's words, Zhou Xuan extracted two important pieces of information.

"Fengma Yanque, this sect's method is "deception", and their deception skills are very sophisticated, even the gods can be deceived."

"Whether it's the brain or the ginkgo tree, they are very good at deceiving, but they are not good at fighting head-on, otherwise the Mountain Ancestor would not have said such crazy words."

Zhou Xuan concluded here and finally understood that "Mountain Ancestor" did not lie to him - the way to deal with "Bifang" lies in the "Fengma Yanque" hall.

If you can even deceive the will of gods and heavenly beings, how can you not deceive a Bifang?
Zhou Xuan continued to use "Taoism is inaction" to stabilize his mind, making himself less likely to be deceived. At the same time, he asked the eldest and third children in the secret realm: "Thank you two little kids this time. Why didn't you get deceived?"

When Sanwa heard Zhou Xuan's voice, he jumped up with joy, clapped his hands and said, "Great, we can play flying chess again in the future."

The eldest child said angrily, "Why won't we be cheated? Because we are ginseng! You have seen people cheating people, cows, and horses, but have you ever seen people cheating flowers, plants, and trees?"

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he laughed out loud.

Yup!

These two dolls are essentially ginseng. Their thinking is completely different from that of humans. For example, their views on life and death - they are the type that thinks that being alive is good, and dying is also okay.

If it is a living thing, who would have such a weird thought?

Zhou Xuan was almost calm at this time, so he asked Shan Zu: "Shan Zu, is the deception the same as the ginkgo tree and the upside-down brain?"

Shan Zu was depressed. When he heard Zhou Xuan's words, he immediately raised his head and said in surprise: "Zhou Xuan, you actually saw through the scam?"

"It's not me who sees..."

Zhou Xuan was just about to tell Shan Zu that the person who saw through the "Diyuan scam" was the Red Ginseng Boy.
Shan Zu sighed and interrupted Zhou Xuan: "You are indeed the spirit of the Earth Abyss cast out by the Mother of the Earth Abyss..."

(End of this chapter)