One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 223: The Cursed 'Master'

One step into the temple, one step into the dream.

In fact, Zhao Fuyun had already anticipated this. The other party had the means to build dreams. It was impossible that he only had that one way to pull people into dreams. There must be other ways. From the fact that the other party stood at the door of the temple and did not come out, and the small temple behind him was dark and eerie, it was clear that the temple was no longer an ordinary small temple.

He could feel the warmth on his lamp, and could feel that the Golden Crow Bird in the flame was trapped, as if wrapped in layers of dreams, as if it was put into a small world.

Of course, Zhao Fuyun did not drive the Golden Crow Bird in the lamp flame, so it is now in the state of being entangled in oil stains.

He did not immediately restore the magic lamp in his hand to normal, but stared at the statue, because he felt that the statue was very strange and he wanted to see the other's face.

So he walked around it and raised the light. The moment he shone the face of the statue clearly, he was surprised, because that face was not a human face, but a weasel's face. The weasel's eyes on the statue glowed faintly under the light.

Zhao Fuyun looked at other places and found that the temple was very small and cramped, and was built of rubble. He walked around the statue and came to the back. There was a dripping ditch behind it. It probably rained during the day, and there was a pool of water in it. When he shone his light on the water, a blurry image was reflected in it. He actually saw a person with a human body and a weasel head.

He was stunned for a moment, and then an inexplicable panic arose in his heart. He slowly raised his hand and touched his face. He didn't know when, his face was covered with hair, and his whole face shape became like a weasel.

He couldn't help but wonder, was it that he became like this as soon as he entered this dream, or was it that he became like this after seeing the face of the statue?
He found that he could not be sure, but fortunately the feeling conveyed by the lamp in his hand remained unchanged, and he did not feel a strong sense of danger, so he was not so worried.

Then, he began to inspect the rooms at the back. The houses were not high, and the doors were naturally not high either, but his body had become shorter without him knowing. He held a lamp and pushed open a door. Under the light, he saw a bed with a person lying on it.

No, it was not a human, but a weasel. It was sleeping in the quilt and snoring softly. Even when Zhao Fuyun walked in, it did not wake up.

Zhao Fuyun quietly retreated and entered another small room, where he found that there were weasels sleeping inside, all with human bodies and rat heads.

There was only one room with the light on that I hadn't entered.

Zhao Fuyun couldn't help but wonder, what's the meaning of such a dream? How to kill me? Where is the Taoist who built the dream?

Is it just like a bird net, once you catch something, there is no need to remove it, just hang it here and leave me to fend for myself?
Finally, he came to the room where the light was still on and slowly opened the door. He saw a weasel-like man in cloth clothes copying something at the desk.

Maybe the door was opened, and the wind blew in, blowing the other person's light, the light and shadow swayed with the wind, and the other person turned around.

He said in surprise: "Master, are you awake?"

"Master?" Zhao Fuyun said these two words in confusion.

"Oh, yes. You are the patriarch of our Huangxian clan in Yangbei Mountain. You have been cursed by the little ghosts in Yangui Mountain. Every once in a while, you will fall into a deep sleep. When you wake up from your sleep, you will forget your identity and have some other memories inexplicably."

"What I wrote here is what you told me to do before you fell asleep last time. And it is also what you should read first when you wake up."

In Zhao Fuyun's eyes, this humanoid weasel was somewhat different from the ones he had seen before. It looked older, with some hair falling off its face, and even a few white hairs could be seen.

It handed over the booklet in its hand, and Zhao Fuyun couldn't help but become curious. The other party actually said that he would have a different memory every time he woke up. He wanted to see what was going on.

After taking it, the booklet felt soft to the touch, probably made of some kind of silk. There were no words on the cover. When I opened the first page, I saw the handwriting was rather sloppy, or perhaps this was the only way this weasel could write.

He tried hard to identify it, and after reading one page, he roughly understood that this group of weasels had a relatively long history, which could be traced back to the time when demons were wreaking havoc thousands of years ago.

Its ancestor was a great demon, known as the Yellow Robe Great Sage. After the Yellow Robe Great Sage died, the clan under the Great Sage naturally collapsed. Their branch moved here and passed down from generation to generation, but they also made enemies with the little demons in the nearby Yangui Mountain.

This hatred was forged when they moved. For many years, both sides had won and lost. This time, it was their patriarch who was cursed by the little ghost of Yan Gui Mountain. He would fall into a deep sleep every once in a while and pretend to be dead to eliminate the accumulated curse. However, it could only be eliminated temporarily. When he woke up again, the curse of the other party would come again.

At the same time, when he came back to life from suspended animation, new memories emerged and he began to watch those new memories again and again.

Some people think of themselves as scholars.

Some people think they are Taoist priests.

Some people think they are women.

Some people think they are gods who have descended from heaven.

There are those who consider themselves swordsmen.

There are those who think they are high-ranking officials in the world.

When he finished reading, it was already daybreak before he knew it.

The light of the lamp on the table was already very dim, and he was suddenly shocked because this lamp was not his Red Flame Divine Lamp.

Where did your light go?

Following the feeling in my heart, I quickly walked to the temple in front, and then I saw many weasels sitting there chanting scriptures. They were all wearing cloth clothes. If you ignore their weasel heads, they look like Taoist boys. However, this is what makes them look weird.

At this moment, the statue was emitting bursts of yellow light, and his magic lamp was placed in front of the statue. At this time, yellow light kept falling on the lamp, as if to contaminate the spirituality in the flame.

Zhao Fuyun walked over, took the Red Flame Divine Lamp in his hand, and then stood there holding the lamp, looking at the weasels in their surprised gazes.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" a weasel asked.

Zhao Fuyun did not answer.

He was thinking about a question: what is the harm of this dream?

Just to let yourself experience the experience of a weasel chief?
"Master, has the curse of Yan Gui Mountain deepened? The curse of Yan Gui Mountain is like a poison that attaches to the soul. With your repeated fake deaths, the time you can get rid of it is getting shorter and shorter..."

When Zhao Fuyun heard this, he suddenly woke up. The harm of this dream must be here.

It means making oneself the 'master of the temple', and then bearing the curse of Yangui Mountain. This curse will obviously continue to accumulate, just like piling dirt on a person's body, the dirt will get thicker and thicker, and eventually one will die under the unbearable weight.

The original master of the Weasel Temple used the method of faking his death to remove the curse, but he also read what was recorded in the booklet. Every time he woke up, the time was getting shorter and shorter, and he would fall into suspended death again.

It can be seen that this method is almost unusable.

So, what if this curse falls on yourself?
Is this that person’s killer move in his dream?
If so, then it can be seen that his killer moves also need to fall into the story constructed in dreams.

(End of this chapter)