The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"Gods arise from desires, live for desires, and perish without desires. The most important thing for a god is to remember his mission, strengthen his faith, and take on the responsibility of praying for all living beings. If he wavers even one day, he will no longer be a god."

At the edge of the Dream Abyss, a cold wind howled, and without Bai Chan's spiritual power, everything seemed even more desolate. Jiang Zhiyang peered inside, and sure enough, the little fox messengers adorned with red floral ornaments had vanished. From top to bottom, inside and out, everything was left to Mangya alone.

He managed to extricate himself and personally saw the little fox in his arms off. The fox was listless and dispirited, but it seemed much more obedient.

"Oh right, I forgot, you have no memory after entering the dream. I was just being nosy." Mangya, who had returned to the Dream Abyss, had shed his disguise. His white hair was flowing, and he was still handsome. But for some reason, looking at him standing far away in the wind, Jiang Zhiyang felt that he had aged a lot.

He helped Yu Qingjun up and moved forward a few more steps, but then stopped. He turned around abruptly, and the man and the fox were still standing there watching him go.

"You must treat her well!" Jiang Zhiyang stood on tiptoe and shouted towards the vast cliff, but the unromantic wind scattered his voice in a howling sound.

After a long while, the man raised his arm and waved to signal.

Jiang Zhiyang stared blankly for three seconds. He thought that if this trip didn't go well, he would probably never have the chance to see her again in this lifetime. If he had to remember something, he would remember this scene.

He knew that although Mangya was carefree, his feelings for the little fox were genuine. If they could treat each other with respect and live in harmony, it would be a perfect ending.

"Let's go." Yu Qingjun was just as reluctant to part, but she was clearly not in the right state to face her old friend. She glanced at her briefly and then turned her back.

Once again aboard this swaying dream boat, his feelings were not the same as before. Jiang Zhiyang held Yu Qingjun's hand tighter and pressed it against his heart, as if sincerely praying for a happy ending.

Above the sky, the stars shone brightly, and the twinkling lights were like fireflies in a summer night, fluttering and dancing without end. Jiang Zhiyang raised his hand to chase after them, but the light blurred into the darkness and disappeared.

……

The fireflies disappeared, and the memories within the body vanished with them. The young man was suddenly startled.

Where is this? Jiang Zhiyang looked around blankly. There were no mountains, no water, and no houses. Everything was shrouded in a hazy mist. He walked forward. The sand under his feet was neither firm nor muddy, but soft like cotton.

If he remembered correctly, he was already dead. On the Lantern Festival, along the ten-mile-long street, he was pushed and shoved by the bustling crowd and fell into the river. He also remembered that a group of lotus lanterns were crushed beneath him, and the scorching candlelight gnawed at his rough skin under his tattered clothes like ants.

In an instant, the flames were extinguished by the river, and he was plunged into a bone-chilling cold. He held his breath and frantically waved his arms, trying to create a splash. Through the blurry ripples, it seemed as if someone had jumped into the water to save him.

But he didn't live to see it. Muddy water filled his nostrils, and Jiang Zhiyang quickly suffocated in darkness. He was not placed in a coffin, nor was he given a funeral procession. His body drifted with the current and was swept into the silt of the river.

It was a bitter pill to swallow! But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't go back under the water and leap up as if he had never died. He could only keep moving forward, one step at a time.

I must say, I'm not as scared as before. Anyway, I'm already dead. As long as I don't disturb the King of Hell, nothing else matters.

He walked and walked until blisters formed on the soles of his feet and his legs ached terribly. He still couldn't escape the darkness, but he didn't give up. He just kept taking slow steps and counting his steps.

"one two three……"

When he counted to nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, he finally saw a glimmer of light in the distance. Overjoyed, he endured the pain and ran wildly.

The shimmering light rapidly drew closer, then dissipated like mist, revealing a vast sea of ​​flowers. Could it be? Could it be a fairyland? This is heaven! Who would have thought that Jiang Zhiyang, so impoverished and young, would have such good fortune! He truly is the most virtuous person in this world!

On the vast plain, exotic flowers and rare herbs were planted, blooming in clusters and vying for beauty. He bent down and saw that the delicate stamens were covered with crystal dewdrops, and the bright petals emitted a rainbow of light. This was a rare treasure!

He carefully pinched the flower stem, and with a crisp sound, the magnolia blossom radiating pink light fell into his palm. But just as he was about to get closer, the flower transformed into a cloud of mist and vanished into the air.

He repeatedly rubbed his empty palm. Gone! Really gone! It truly was no ordinary item!

"These are not real flowers, but illusions created by spiritual energy."

Before him was a magnificent skirt of nutmeg color. Jiang Zhiyang looked up, and a delicate face with red lips and pink cheeks crashed into his heart.

"Fairy, fairy!" Jiang Zhiyang suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open. He had never seen such a beautiful and ethereal woman.

Upon hearing this, the woman covered her face and smiled faintly. She gently raised her hand, and her delicate fingers lightly touched his palm, causing the magnolia to fall back into his palm!

Jiang Zhiyang, however, remained fixed on the spot, glancing at the flowers out of the corner of his eye before handing them over, saying in a clear and resonant voice, "Flowers for a beautiful lady."

"Shameless scoundrel!" A loud and forceful rebuke shattered the pink atmosphere. A small doll emerged from behind the fairy's skirt, her small eyes narrowed, looking wary.

"Ah Liu, don't talk nonsense."

The fairy gently tried to stop him, but the boy retorted, "He's just a street scoundrel! That's how hooligans in the human world harass women!"

Upon hearing the word "teasing," Jiang Zhiyang hurriedly waved his hands, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare to tease the fairy, it's just that the fairy's beauty is unparalleled, and I couldn't help myself, I couldn't help myself."

"Who are you? Why are you here!" The little girl with two braids bared her teeth and claws, her short fingers jabbing hard at Jiang Zhiyang's knee.

Is this how immortals attack? It's really... gentle.

Jiang Zhiyang bowed deeply, showing even greater respect, and said softly, "Jiang Zhiyang is from Tuzhong in eastern Anhui. A divine messenger came to pick me up earlier, but the procession moved too fast, and I fell behind..."

"The Bridge of Rebirth is in the south, while my divine realm is in the north. You've gone the wrong way." Unlike the aggressive little child, the fairy's voice was melodious and pleasant, like the chirping of a nightingale.

Unfortunately, it turns out I didn't ascend to heaven. The journey was long and arduous, and I had to return the way I came, only to be reborn as a troublesome mortal.

"May I rest here for a while, my feet are blistered and I'm exhausted. I really can't continue on my way."

Seeing the deity nod, Ah Liu raised her little finger and quickly attacked Jiang Zhiyang's other knee. "The deity has agreed, but if you cause trouble or make a mess, I will have the Lantern-Bearing Deity push you off the bridge so you can't enter the cycle of reincarnation!"

"You little devil, how fierce you are." Jiang Zhiyang ignored her soft warning and just looked at the fairy in front of him with a smile.

"What little brat! There are hundreds of divine messengers in this Divine Realm of Life and Wish, and I'm ranked sixth!" The little boy's face turned bright red.

"So you're sixth in line, Ah Liu. The 'A' generation is not as good as the 'Lao' generation, Lao Liu~" Jiang Zhiyang muttered under his breath, pouting, before the powerful finger attack finally landed on his stomach.

"Alright, Ah Liu, stop fooling around."