The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

"A sect from a thousand years ago."

I've recently been learning acting from a renowned master of the Jintai school; their techniques are quite interesting.

Gao Haoguang leaned closer with interest: "What kind of magic?"

Hai Shan's lips curled up, and when he reached up to wipe his face and then put his hand down, his expression had changed.

His face was as black as iron, with a crescent moon on his forehead and a vertical line between his eyebrows; he was none other than Bao Zheng.

He slammed his hand on the table, glared at Gao Haoguang, and his voice became deep and authoritative:

"You audacious thief, confess at once!"

Gao Haoguang was so frightened that he leaned back and almost fell off his chair.

Gu Shifang was also quite surprised, looking at Hai Shan's changed expression with increasing interest:

"This is a technique I've never heard of before, but it feels very powerful."

Xia Chuan waved his hand, bringing the topic back on track:

"Any news about the giant fish in the city that spreads precognitive dreams?"

Gu Shifang's expression turned serious, and he twirled his folding fan in his hand:

"Well, there is indeed news."

He turned to look in the direction of the city, his gaze becoming distant:

"Three new disciples of the Immortal Inquiry Society have just returned from killing a mid-level Nirvana corpse."

As a result, last night all three of them, along with the innkeeper, were affected by precognitive dreams.

President Wu Yuanzhen was furious and vowed to find the person in the city who spread precognitive dreams.

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes: "So?"

"Although I don't know what method those people used, it's always good to go and take a look."

Gu Shifang paused, lowering his voice.

"There's a problem, though. It seems like the people from the Nine Realms Gate are also leaning towards that side."

Xia Chuan's lips curled into a dangerous smile: "Wouldn't that be even better?"

Gu Shifang shook his head and chuckled: "I knew it."

He stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you there."

the other side.

A corpse dressed as a refined scholar opened its eyes.

His name was Huang Liang, and he was a powerful and magical corpse.

Currently, he is one of the subordinates of Pan Nanjun, a lackey of Wanye.

The purpose of venturing into Xi'an is to spread the dream of the arrival of all industries.

While I was pondering this, I heard my companions cursing angrily.

"That guy surnamed Pan is inhuman!"

"It's enough to spread the Dharma to a thousand seekers and three hundred thousand ordinary people."

"They're making us enter the dueling tournament? Isn't that playing with our lives?"

A female corpse beside him muttered a curse in a low voice:

"If he couldn't recycle my mother's true blood, who would listen to him?"

"No, Qianqiu."

Huang Liang spoke slowly, his gaze still fixed on the distance.

"Entering the martial arts tournament is actually a very good starting point."

He looked at his and Qianqiu's faces, now indistinguishable from those of living people, and was quite satisfied:

“I didn’t realize how convenient it was to do things properly if I hadn’t gotten involved.”

They relied on Qianqiu's supernatural power, the "Ghost Skin" technique, to conceal their true nature.

Huang Liang can now completely disguise himself as a living person, so much so that even those with great supernatural powers cannot tell the difference.

Huang Liang gave an example: "We can rely on our status as disciples of the Nine Realms Sect..."

He openly and legitimately investigated information about seekers of the Dharma from various schools and sects.

And incidentally, spread dreams.

The corpse known as Qianqiu sighed:

"But we need to spread the Dharma to a full eight thousand seekers!"

Their precognitive dreams only require a significant causal relationship with the other person.

But that's where the trouble lies.

This magical contest only lasts for five days. How could they possibly have such a significant causal relationship with eight thousand seekers of the Dharma within those five days?

Even if Huang Liang sold his wares day and night, he couldn't possibly serve so many customers.

Huang Liang shook his head, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

No, you're overthinking it.

Eight thousand people sounds intimidating.

Actually, it would be good if we had access to one powerful supernatural being.

"Great supernatural beings are often involved in many complex relationships."

Huang Liang narrowed his eyes: "Spreading the word to one person is almost equivalent to spreading half of the supernatural world."

Qianqiu was taken aback: "You have a way to establish a relationship with a great supernatural being?"

Huang Liang narrowed his eyes, his smile deepening:

"This didn't exist before."

But once you put on these proper clothes, you have them.

He turned to Qianqiu and asked, "Does a life-or-death struggle count as a major issue?"

Qianqiu's eyes widened: "You're going to fight a great supernatural being? Are you out of your mind?"

Huang Liang nodded, his tone eerily calm:

"It was only after I put on these righteous clothes that I learned about the existence of a great supernatural being."

My supernatural powers are almost completely effective against the opponent.

If prepared properly, it's not impossible to kill him outright.

He paused for a moment, then added, "Besides, it would be better to just beat him to a pulp."

Qianqiu was stunned: "Who?"

Huang Liang raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on a white flag above the arena in the distance.

A large "Question" on the flag fluttered in the wind.

"President of the Immortal Inquiry Association,"

Huang Liang enunciated each word slowly and deliberately, "Wu Yuanzhen."

Chapter 63 The Dream of Cause and Effect

The group talked as they walked.

Gao Haoguang casually asked, "Brother Gu, what exactly is this prophetic dream that's been causing such a stir in the city lately?"

Gu Shifang shook his head, twirling the waist token in his hand:

"I can't explain that thing either."

If I had to pinpoint the exact story, it was a dream in which the Myriad Corpse Immortals descended upon Xi'an.

Hai Shan, walking on the other side, interjected, "But it will spread like a disease, right?"

Gu Shifang nodded, his steps continuing:

"The way this dream spreads is very strange. We still haven't fully figured it out."

An old mother in the west of the city was infected with the dream, and her son in the east of the city was also infected.

Among those who seek the Dharma, there are even more eccentric ones.

Someone here was infected with the dream, and their fellow disciples who remained in the sect were also affected.

As he spoke, he raised his waist token, and with a burst of magical power, a map of Xi'an appeared in mid-air.

The red dots were densely packed, like a handful of red beans scattered on the ground.

"These are the people who have recently been infected with dreams. We're heading to this place now."

He pointed in the direction of the north of the city.

"However, the great masters have already confirmed that the dream itself has no real harm."

The problem is that the wider the dream spreads, the more people witness the myriad deeds, and the easier it is for the Corpse Immortal of Myriad Deeds to descend.

This is how the battle of cause and effect began.

As they were talking, the four of them arrived at the entrance of an inn.

A small flag with the word "ask" embroidered on it was stuck above the door.

Gu Shifang put away the waist token: "This is it."

Several people entered the room.

In a separate room, three people were playing cards around a square table, clutching their cards and cursing under their breath.

Upon seeing someone approaching, one of them put down his cards and stood up.