One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 222: Entering the Temple and Dreaming

Tiandu Mountain is filled with fog, connected to the clouds in the sky, and the stars in the sky are mixed in it, like glowing flying insects in the mountain.

The mountains seem to be in the sky, as if in the starry sky, while the stars and clouds seem to be only in the mountains.

Master Feng Hong looked up at the starry sky above his head. Not far away were Ma Sanhu and Xun Lanyin.

In that small starry sky, a star seemed to move, like a blue insect that couldn't stand the loneliness.

But Master Feng Hong saw everything in his eyes and reflected it in his heart. He did not retract his gaze and said, "When you are still, you think about movement. When people move, the sky moves. Tiandu Mountain has been still for so many years. The sudden change triggered a surge of heavenly power, which you grasped. That's why you formed the elixir. Now someone is using our Tiandu Mountain as a raft to break the elixir and form an infant. We can't make wedding clothes for others."

There was a solemnity in Master Feng Hong's voice, and Ma Sanhu's triangular eyes also showed inquiry and deep thought, and asked, "Who is it?"

"The one who appeared in the capital city is a member of the Dream Building Sect. People in the Dream Building Sect are always secretive and hard to find, and there is no distinction between good and evil. He suddenly appeared here this time, and he was definitely not just passing by. He doesn't have that much courage, so he must have come here to obey orders."

“Anyone who can command such a dream-building Taoist priest in the Purple Mansion Realm must be a Golden Elixir-level being or above. The most famous person I know is the old man the God of Dreams.” Stars were glittering in Master Feng Hong’s eyes.

He seemed to be trying hard to see through the mystery in the starry sky and see the final truth.

"Who is this?" Ma Sanhu had never heard of this.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of him. When he was active, few people could catch his trace. As far as I know, he has artificially created many terrible incidents, causing some people to have terrible nightmares." Master Feng Hong said.

"If one practices like this, he must be a demon and deserves to die," said Ma Sanhu.

"There are many people who deserve to die, but not all of them will die. Some people have tried to encircle and suppress him, but they couldn't even find his trace. However, this time, I smelled his scent," said Master Feng Hong.

Ma Sanhu and Xun Lanyin knew why Master Feng Hong said that.

Because the headmaster had already entered a state that could be called enlightenment, the two of them had gone to see him. However, after just standing outside the stone house, they had numerous illusions appear, making them feel as if they were falling into a dream.

The ability of this old dream god is related to dreams, so he may be here to solve the master's nightmares.

They knew very well that the sect leader grew up with the founder and was his Taoist partner. No one knew what was in her nightmare.

The secrets of Tiandu Mountain may be revealed in the leader's dreams. Moreover, how can the leader of Tiandu Mountain allow others to desecrate it like this?

"This old dream god appears in dreams. Could he have entered the master's dream?" Xun Lanyin asked.

"The master's dream does not have drastic fluctuations. He must not have entered the master's dream yet. Besides, our 'Liang Yi Micro Dust Illusion' formation is not so easy to enter." Master Feng Hong said.

"I can feel that he is still wandering around Tiandu Mountain. As long as he appears, I will be able to find him." Master Feng Hong did not speak in a roundabout way or in a pretentious manner. There was no need to speak in front of the two newly promoted Jindan cultivators in Tiandu Mountain.

Master Feng Hong stretched out his hand and pointed at the person in the void. There was starlight as bright as ink on his fingertips, which drew a circle. The void in the circle suddenly turned into a mirror, and then an image appeared.

In the darkness, a lamp was the only light. The lamp was held in someone's hand, illuminating an abandoned temple in front of them. They knew where the abandoned temple was, and they also knew who the person holding the lamp was.

"Junior Brother Fuyun, this lamp is good. It is a good lamp to restrain those evil spirits." Master Feng Hong said, "Junior Sister Xun, I heard that this lamp was refined by Yu Chenguang, right?"

"Junior Brother Zhao provided most of the precious materials himself and asked Yu Chenguang to refine them into the embryo of the magical instrument." Xun Lanyin said.

"It's a pity that Yu Chenguang is good at refining weapons." Master Feng Hong said.

"I'll kill him when I have time." said Ma Sanhu.

Master Feng Hong sighed.

Several people stopped talking and looked at the image in the void. There was no sound, but they could see that the darkness in the temple suddenly became heavier, like water, rolling towards the lights outside.

The light dimmed instantly, as if it was submerged by water. The darkness seemed to turn into a wave and sweep away the light. Only the light could be seen flickering in the surging waves. With every flicker, the golden light on the light pierced the darkness like a sword.

Zhao Fuyun could feel countless scenes rushing towards him, and he knew that they were dreams. He stood in front of the temple, holding a lamp and concentrating, unmoved. All his dreams shattered under the light.

It is as if, after a person has a nightmare, when the bedside lamp is turned on, everything in the original dream will be far away.

His lamp had the power to dispel evil. Later, when he was refining the lamp, the golden crow bird in the lamp also consumed ten years of the sun's true fire.

Tan Siwang looked at the lamp in Zhao Fuyun's hand and found that his method of pulling people into dreams was completely useless in front of this person.

"Master, why do you have to force me? We are all cultivators, and it is not easy to reach the Purple Palace." Tan Siwang suddenly stopped the spell, and the darkness around him rolled back like tentacles, guarding him. The other person standing at the door of the temple made him more mysterious, and he seemed to be standing at the entrance of a dream.

"Didn't you think about this when you came to the capital?" Zhao Fuyun asked. "I was just passing by, and I never thought that this was Tiandu Mountain." Tan Siwang said.

"How can you gain people's trust with such words?" Zhao Fuyun said coldly.

"We in the Dream Building Path all live by chasing our dreams. We spend more time in dreams than in reality, so I didn't realize that this is the foot of Tiandu Mountain. Please forgive me."

Tan Siwang suddenly became so friendly and polite, even a little humble, but Zhao Fuyun knew that he was only like this because he could not do anything to himself and the other party's methods were useless to him.

What he did in his dreams was extremely cruel. He used people's souls and thoughts to refine the 'Dream Fruit'. He was accustomed to killing people in his dreams.

"Haha." Zhao Fuyun sneered.

He shook the lamp in his hand, and in an instant, golden flames surged up and flew towards Tan Siwang who was standing at the temple gate like a bird.

The black ribbons surrounding Tan Siwang's body changed in an instant. They quickly materialized and turned into black snakes.

He was also well prepared.

The snake had black scales on its body and when it opened its mouth it made a hissing sound.

The main method of the Dream Building Dao monks is to enter dreams, drag people into constructed dreams, and use the rules of the dreams to kill the enemies.

But when he is unable to drag people into dreams, he is not without means. He can make some of the terrible monsters he captured in dreams materialize into reality.

This snake was a strange snake that a person had found in a broken dream. This strange snake was extremely terrifying and had the abilities to [shock], [devour thoughts], [eat souls], and [possess].

He felt that this snake might be the 'snake god' or something like that that was originally worshipped in the dream.

At the same time, more than ten black snakes emerged from the temple.

The waves of fire surged, and the darkness let out a hissing sound at the same time. However, the waves of fire only extinguished the flames at the front. The waves of fire behind immediately pressed up and rushed forward with greater violence and speed.

Zhao Fuyun felt a strong sense of shock. He was sure that if it weren't for the qualitative improvement of the flame of his Red Flame God's lamp, he would have been lucky to be able to protect himself from the shock of this strange snake, let alone attack the enemy.

But it is possible now. Many people, after refining a good magic weapon, often ignore the art of controlling the treasure.

Zhao Fuyun held the Red Flame Magic Lamp in his hand. When he controlled the fire, he also needed the art of controlling the fire.

He shook the lamp, and the front part of the fire was a false flame, like a false move to test when fighting with others, like a little stab. If the opponent did not block it fast enough, or did not react enough, or when he hit the opponent, he felt that the opponent was not strong enough, then he would follow up with other means.

The sound of his flames rushing out was very powerful, and more than ten snakes of the opponent hissed at the same time, immediately extinguishing the tentative flame in the front.

Tan Siwang frowned, because the fire was so powerful, but it seemed weaker than he had imagined.

Just as he had the thought, even more intense flames rushed over.

Just when his old ideas had become old and new ideas had not yet been conceived.

People cast spells with their thoughts. There are gaps between the casting of each spell, and preparation is required. Therefore, a true master of spellcasting will never go all out easily. He must be able to achieve both offense and defense. If one thought is attacking, there must be another thought to defend.

The flames were like waves. Before Tan Siwang had any new thoughts, the dozen or so "strange snakes" were instantly burned in the waves of fire and then dispersed like ashes.

The strange snake was not blessed by Tan Siwang's magical power, so it was naturally no match for Zhao Fuyun's powerful fire control.

At the same time, the golden flame also rolled towards Tan Siwang, but Tan Siwang retreated quickly. He took strange steps and his body movements were so fast that he avoided the burning of the flames.

Zhao Fuyun didn't want him to escape, so he rushed into the temple with a lamp.

The darkness in the temple became even deeper, and the moment he rushed in, he found that everything in front of him had changed.

It was just a temple door, but the moment he rushed in, the temple was filled with light.

He looked down at his body. He was still wearing the same clothes and still holding the lamp in his hand, but the lamp seemed to be covered with oil and the light was dim.

In front of him was a statue of a god, and the lamp in his hand was the eternal lamp offered in front of the statue.

He looked up at the statue, only to find that it was extremely strange. It was a statue that saw the world from the back of its head. It had a red eye on the back of its head, and wore a lotus hat on its head.

(End of this chapter)