The raised right foot moved back again, but before moving away, someone pushed her body suddenly: "Go in quickly."
She almost fell forward, when she saw that her face was close to the ground, she was suddenly grabbed by someone and embraced in warm arms, looking up, it was not that sloppy scholar.
The scholar looked down at her, his face twisted slightly, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and said with a smile, "Don't cry, I'm here."
Shaozi's heart was shocked, and he stretched out his arms to hug him, crying for some reason. She really wanted to go in just now, with grandpa, everyone, and the inn, but she didn't see the scholar.
The scholar's body tensed up, counting it... This is the first time that the spoon has taken the initiative to hug him? He sniffed lightly, focused his gaze, and looked at the dream that was as real as it was. It was constructed so grandly but without any flaws. I am afraid that even a fairy would have difficulty escaping after entering this place, and was directly intoxicated in the dream. But Shaozi escaped from the illusion so quickly and was not confused by it, obviously the spiritual power has not returned yet. He lowered his head and asked, "Why didn't you go in just now?"
The spoon looked at him: "I didn't see you inside."
The scholar paused: "Huh?" He looked inside, it was empty and there was nothing.
The spoon also took a look. Grandpa was still settling accounts. Fat Gourd and the others were eating happily, and they waved at themselves. Suddenly, there was a feeling of ghosts calling out to them, and their hearts were trembling, and they hugged a little tighter: "Grandpa and Xin Niang, they all I'm here, but I don't have you. I always feel something is wrong, so I came out."
Does this mean that her position in her heart is very important? The scholar smiled, feeling extremely relieved. The spoon looked around: "Are we in an illusion?"
"It's a dream."
"what is the difference?"
"The illusion is created by the caster, and the dream is created by the caster. The former can be seen by anyone who enters the mirror, but the latter can only be seen by himself."
Shaozi frowned: "But I have seen Yuan'er's family and Mr. He's."
The scholar smiled and said: "Because you are the new prey of the succubus, and as the master he wants you to see, it is very simple. If you stepped in just now, you became his new prey, and you will live in your own imagination forever."
"So those people with sleeping sickness are actually living in their own dreams?"
"Well, after being absorbed by my dream, I couldn't eat in the human world, and finally died of exhaustion, and was killed by my dream."
The spoon shook: "Who is so hateful to do such a bad thing?"
"It's not a bad thing."
The sound was like a torrent, shaking the entire Qingshi road. Shaozi looked up, but he couldn't see anyone. The blue sky and white sun above his head were already full of white mist, and he couldn't see the end.
"This is what they chose. The dream is created by themselves. They are willing to enter the dream and live in it forever. What is wrong with it? How can it be considered a bad thing?"
Shaozi gritted his teeth: "Just now you pushed me, I obviously didn't want to go in. If you push me alone, do you dare to say that you didn't do anything to the others? What kind of monster is it? Come out quickly, don't play tricks."
"This old man is not a demon. I am a majestic land lord, and I put the world's merits first. If you fall into a dream and dream until you die, this old man is just helping you."
"Hey, there's no fairy spirit here at all, and you dare to call yourself a land lord. Is there such a sneaky land lord?" The spoon tugged at the scholar's arm, "Shopkeeper, grab him and beat him up. I can get back Master He's silver."
The scholar blinked, the spoon didn't come here to benefit the entire Zhuangyuan Town, but... it was actually for the inn. So the inn is indeed the biggest third party, he sighed secretly, before he climbed to the second place in Shaozi's mind, he was taken over by someone, and felt sad: "Come out, you are not in a good mood, or you will really die." Take you out and beat you up."
The man who claimed to be the Lord of the Land has yet to show up, and the scholar who was involved in the inn was very unhappy, very, very sad, he lifted his left foot slightly, and when it fell lightly, the sky was shaken, the sky fell into dust, and the ground suddenly split open There were seven or eight cracks, and almost all the surrounding areas were broken. Only the feet of the two people were intact, and they were like isolated islands in an instant.
The mouth of the spoon rounded "oh", and the scholar had turned on the "domineering" mode again. She swallowed and said sincerely: "Shopkeeper, it feels so good to be in the same camp as you."
But before the land lord came out, the scholar raised the sole of his foot again, and shook again. This time it wasn't that the isolated island was sinking, but that there was a click in the ear, the whole street was destroyed, and then the inn sank completely, even though I knew it was fake, it still hurt my heart.
Finally someone climbed up from the ground, first showing his head, full of silver hair, in line with the appearance of the Earth Lord that the spoon knew. He got out, but he was not short in stature, and he didn't lean on a gourd crutch. Looking at his face again, his mouth became "Oh" again in shock. It turned out to be the old man selling sugar paintings!
The old man Tang Hua was dressed in white, with silver hair and white beard, and even his eyebrows were white. He looked at the two of them calmly, and said softly, "I didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I can't beat you. But even if you catch me, I won't give in either."
The spoon stared at him. Is the sugar the medium that lures people into dreams? So that's why everyone with sleeping sickness has one thing in common - they've been around the inn. During the day, she had suspected that he was the old man Tang Hua, but he had neither fairy nor demon aura, thinking about it carefully...he didn't even have the aura of a mortal! She gasped: "What is your real body?"
The old man smiled: "The Lord of the Land."
"The land masters are all immortals. Even though they are small officials, they still have immortal energy. You don't have any at all."
The old man's pupils shrank, and the scholar said: "You are the Lord of the Land, but you are the Lord of the Land worshiped by mortals, and you are not recorded in the fairy world, so you have no immortal energy, nor are you a demon, let alone a ghost. It is a form cast by the various obsessions and incense of mortals, but there is no real body."
This is the first time for Shaozi to see this kind of "immortal", and he doesn't quite understand it. It seems to be similar to the little lotus lantern, both born of obsession, but the little lotus lantern has a real body, but this person does not. But speaking of it, there are indeed many such Lords worshiped by mortals in the mortal world, but this is the first time she saw her standing in front of her alive: "Since you are formed by human beings, why do you want to make them dream for the rest of their lives?"
He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head: "I didn't harm them... That dream is what they think in their hearts..."
His voice was helpless, and he even trembled a little because he knew that he could not defeat them and that his time was running out. He stared blankly at the two, his eyes suddenly changed.
Just for a moment, the spoon smelled a very sweet smell of sugar, which was so sweet that it entered my heart. But gradually, the sweetness became a little sour, even a little bitter, bitter... also reached the bottom of my heart.
In a trance, the scholar put his hand on the back of her clenched arm, watching him open the dream realm with a frown. Knowing that these are useless to him, why...
Faintly, the old man's voice was old and deep: "Go to sleep."
The scholar paused for a moment, then looked in front of him, and then understood his intention. Here, it is clearly his own dream, or perhaps... the past of the old man Sugar Painting.
The old man Tang Hua whispered three words piously, looked up, and saw his own century past again.
In the tenth year of Tianqing, an imperial road was opened in Dongcheng, which can be called a commercial road. For a time, the streets on both sides were paved like spring coming to the earth, and the shops of various colors bloomed like flowers, and every inch of land was precious. The Wind and Rain Bridge was also erected at that time.
However, in any wild place, someone would pile up a few stones and burn incense to worship them as gods, but in fact it was just for mortals to seek peace of mind. When the Wind and Rain Bridge was built, there happened to be a pile of small stones that were no higher than the calf, and some incense was also inserted in front of it. The Taoist seeker came to see it, and said it was the Lord of the Land, so keep it. So he piled the stones into a small temple half the height of a person, and enshrined it as the Lord of the Land.
It's just that under the influence of the incense of mortals, the land lord gradually gained spiritual consciousness and became a spiritual creature that was neither a fairy nor a demon. His daily pleasure is watching mortals and monsters pass by on the bridge, and occasionally people jump off the bridge, or scold each other on the bridge, all kinds of things.
In the early morning of this day, when he was sleeping soundly, he suddenly smelled the smell of fireworks. When he opened his eyes, he saw a girl kneeling in front of him, burning a few sticks of incense, and whispering: "Bless Sanlang to be the number one scholar, and bless Sanlang to be admitted to the first prize." No. 1."
After reading it several times in a row, he left. He yawned and went back to sleep. Although he can help people, it is only to the extent of helping people find kittens and catch puppies, so it is useless to make a wish.
The next morning, the girl came again.
This situation lasted for a month, and when he was almost used to the girl coming on time every day, he never saw her again. After another five or six days, I finally saw her appear. I was very happy, but I didn't see that she was holding a candle in her hand. She walked to the bridge with a dazed expression, stepped on the stone railing, and jumped like a torrent.
He was startled, froze for a moment, and immediately went to rescue her. If she was really included in the life and death book, it would be useless for him to save her. Therefore, saving her is not considered disturbing the underworld, and he is not afraid of being held accountable by ghost messengers.
He stood aside and looked at the girl, she was pretty, why did she commit suicide. He paused, thinking of the wishes she had made in the past month, could it be... that the man named Sanlang didn't pass the exam
The girl woke up from a coma, and when she saw him, she woke up and sat up. He smiled: "I passed by and saw you jumping into the river, so I saved you."
She paused, covered her face and cried, "Why did you save me... let me die."
He frowned: "Isn't there a saying in the world that it's better to die than to live. If there is something that requires you to seek death, why not... tell me, maybe I can help you."