Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

The thought that he could treat the current situation as a dream suddenly made Shang Muchen see the light.

He remembered the method his brother had taught him and tried to create a scene in his mind—

Liu Qingyang excitedly and happily ran towards her.

With this scene in mind, Shang Muchen began to explore.

Stepping out of the small garden and into this incredibly familiar residential compound, every building, every corner, every open trash can, and every window with security bars is exactly the same as the childhood memories I have.

Although it looks the same, it is completely different from the actual family compound of Tengfei Electronics Company. The location of the buildings, the bicycle shed, and the roads in the community do not correspond to my memory at all.

"Liu Qingyang! Liu Qingyang!"

Shang Muchen called out a few times, but there was no response. The neighborhood was relatively quiet, with only some faint background noise.

Having wandered around the neighborhood for who knows how long—maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour—Shang Muchen, whose watch and phone screens had both gone black, had completely lost his sense of time.

While still trying to visualize Liu Qingyang rushing towards him excitedly and happily, Shang Muchen tried to find the exit of the community. Strangely, it was like being trapped in a maze; no matter how he turned, he couldn't get out.

Is it a case of being trapped in a maze?

Shang Muchen instantly recalled that he had encountered a similar situation of being trapped in a maze when he was eliminating the Rat King.

At that time, I used my talent of "observing qi" to "see" the way out of the ghost wall.

Why not give it another try this time? It might help.

Shang Muchen tried to calm himself down, seeking that feeling of tranquility, warmth in his chest, and a ticklish sensation in his mind.

Relax, unwind, calm your mind...

Soon, Shang Muchen found that feeling.

Everything in sight began to glow with golden and white halos, as if suffering from astigmatism, and everything that the eyes could see began to become blurred and indistinct.

Among these, Shang Muchen vaguely saw a dim white light emanating from a second-floor window of a building not far away.

For some reason, the moment Shang Muchen saw the white light swaying gracefully like a flame, he recalled what Ma the Cripple had told him about "spiritual light".

In a flash of inspiration, Shang Muchen's instinctive phototaxis, typical of an explorer from another world, kicked in. He felt that something was amiss there and he should go check it out.

Finding the building entrance and entering the corridor, a mixture of dampness, mold, sauerkraut smell, dust, and human presence, Shang Muchen felt as if he were returning home from elementary school.

Stepping onto the familiar steps, it felt as if I had walked up and down these steps for many years.

Upon reaching the second floor, I thought, "Hey, isn't this my home?"

He pushed the door open to the second-floor room 201 with a creak, and Shang Muchen stepped inside. A familiar yet chilling feeling washed over him.

Non-existent memories begin to be woven automatically, like an AI automatically writing a storyline, and countless false images begin to flood the eyes.

Mom was cooking in the kitchen over there, Dad was reading in the inner room, and I used to play with plastic soldiers on the living room floor...

These memories were so real that Shang Muchen was almost moved to tears.

wrong!

These memories are false!

Shang Muchen struggled to maintain his composure, firmly believing in one thought: this is a dream, everything is an illusion.

Emotions clashed with reason, and memories contradicted nature; Shang Muchen was somewhat confused.

Suddenly, the scene of Liu Qingyang rushing towards him reappeared in his mind, and Liu Qingyang's smiling face became the anchor point of Shang Muchen's thoughts.

Oh, right, I need to go find Liu Qingyang.

What did I need her for?

Going to school with her, happily leaving school, going to the park...

wrong!

That memory is false!

I have to go save her!

Why did you save her?

Quick, remember it from the beginning!

Why did I go home?

No, this isn't home. Everything here is an illusion; it's a dream.

No, it's not just a dream, it's a trap!

Oh, right, a trap!

That's right!

This is an ouroboros trap!

I've seen it before!

I've dealt with it once before, and I'm sure I can handle it a second time!

I must remain rational and not be overwhelmed by false memories!

Shang Muchen stood in the center of the living room, cracking his knuckles hard, trying to use the pain to stimulate his reason and suppress the false memories that were flooding in like a raging torrent.

While counting on his fingers in the opposite direction, Shang Muchen walked towards the location of the white flame he had just discovered downstairs.

The white, flame-like light appeared on the balcony.

Pulling open the screen door to the balcony, Shang Muchen indeed saw a ball of lifeless white flame flickering and dancing in mid-air.

Shang Muchen reached out and tried to touch the flame.

The moment he touched the flame, even more memories flooded into Shang Muchen's mind like a tsunami.

In an instant, everything went black before his eyes, and he fainted.

A moment later, he regained consciousness and was shocked to find that the scene in front of him had completely changed, switching to a school playground.

This is a very ordinary middle school. Shang Muchen is sitting on the edge of a very ordinary playground bleacher. A group of very ordinary students are running around the playground.

Suddenly, a cheerful voice called out, "Shang Muchen!"

Shang Muchen looked in the direction of the sound and was pleasantly surprised to see Liu Qingyang, wearing a high school summer sports uniform and with her hair in a high ponytail, running happily towards him.

The scene of Liu Qingyang running over was almost exactly the same as the scene he had just imagined in his mind.

However, the scene before me was far more detailed than the scenario I had initially envisioned.

In the created scene, only Liu Qingyang's cheerful face and running movements are certain; everything else is blurry.

Now, the scene before them automatically filled in other details, including the environment, Liu Qingyang's clothing, and the sounds around them.

For a moment, Shang Muchen almost forgot that he was in an illusion and thought it was all reality.

"Liu Qingyang!" Shang Muchen waved to her cheerfully.

With a radiant and glowing face, Liu Qingyang ran to Shang Muchen's side and said happily, "I broke the school record again!"

If I can run at this speed during the sports meet, I can pass the test for a second-level athlete, and maybe even get close to the performance of a first-level athlete!

"You're really great!" Shang Muchen gave a thumbs up, praising him sincerely.

No, now is not the time to praise her for running fast.

Shang Muchen jumped off the stands and reached out to pull Liu Qingyang.

"Don't pull and tug like that, it's not good if someone sees us!" Liu Qingyang blushed and dodged away.

"Qingyang, come back with me quickly!" Shang Muchen said earnestly.

"Where are you going? I haven't finished training yet! You promised to wait for me!" Liu Qingyang pouted and said coquettishly.

Then, she waved her hand and said with a smile, "I'll go run it again, wait for me!"

After saying that, she turned and left.

Two kinds of memories began to fight in Shang Muchen's mind.

A memory tells Shang Muchen that he was in high school at the time, and that he had promised to wait for Liu Qingyang after school so that he could ride his bike home with her after her training.

Another memory tells Shang Muchen that he is currently deep in an illusion created by a higher-dimensional being, trying to save Liu Qingyang and several others who have fallen into a trap.

Something's definitely wrong!

Shang Muchen gritted his teeth, trying hard to recall the way he came, attempting to determine which memory was real.

Suddenly, the scene changed again.

At this moment, Shang Muchen had already returned to the classroom.

Looking up, I was surprised to see my fourth uncle giving a lecture on the podium.

He looked like a geography teacher, drawing a topographical map of mountains and rivers on the blackboard.

"In ancient times, people would choose their place of residence based on their experience in feng shui."

The essence of Feng Shui is to actively choose to live in an environment where the flow of Qi (vital energy) is in a certain state.

The highest state of the environment is actually 'human beings' themselves.

The highest level of Feng Shui is to treat one's own state as a choice regarding one's living environment, that is, to choose to become a certain kind of "person"!