Becoming the richest man in the universe begins with cultivating immortals

The current situation of Nanhuaxing is not good.

Several months have passed since the nightmare enveloped Nanhua Star.

The people on Nanhua Star are still falling asleep, and the daily death toll is increasing sharply.

In the nightmare's dreamland, if you can't see through your own desires, you will be devoured by the nightmare bit by bit.

People are not sages, they all have desires, how can it be so simple to see through desires.

The disciples of Misty Pavilion guarded Mo Zunyue day and night, for fear that something might happen to her.

"You said that Sect Master Mo is so powerful, but he was trapped in the nightmare for several months and still hasn't come out. Isn't this nightmare even more powerful."

"Fortunately, there is no entity, otherwise it must be very difficult to deal with."

"Didn't it mean that people trapped in nightmares are people with deep desires? Sect Master Mo should be pure-hearted in his pursuit of the Dao. I heard that many people have seen through their desires recently and woke up from their dreams. Why did Sect Master Mo wake up?" Why don't you come?"

"Everyone in the entire empire knows that Sect Master Mo loves money. Could it be that he saw too many treasures in the dream and got lost in it?"

"According to Sect Master Mo's love for money, this is... not sure."

"What are you two talking nonsense about? How could a person like Mo Zongzhu lose his mind by common things."

A few people squatted in the yard and guessed wildly, and no one was convinced.

"Then what do you think can fascinate Sect Master Mo?"

"It must be the beauty of the country and the city."

"You can pull it off, you think everyone is an old pervert like you, Sect Master Mo is not that superficial."

The man refused to accept it, and asked with a stiff neck, "Then tell me, what do you think Sect Master Mo will be fascinated by?"

"A person with such a big picture as Sect Master Mo must have the world's major affairs in mind."

"..."

Several people were arguing, and when they saw Lan Ying approaching, they all shut up.

Lan Ying walked to the door and stopped, "Sect Master Mo said that he wanted to go in and catch the nightmare. It must be because the nightmare is too cunning that it took so long."

In fact, she was quite worried. It had been several months and there was no movement from Sect Master Mo's side. The number of deaths on Nanhua Star increased sharply, and it wouldn't last long.

in a dream.

A quaint town with three or five streets, thatched eaves, stone roads, and grass growing stubbornly in the corners.

Standing in the small fenced courtyard is a person, with blue coarse cloth, long hair crowned, a long and beautiful face, and the delicate flowers on the side of the road are all humble.

His expression was indifferent, as if all the colors in the world were lifeless.

Next door to him lived a friendly family, and through the short fence, one could see a neatly dressed fat lady waving at him.

"Young man, you are the new resident who just moved in two days ago. Today we baked pancakes, and I asked Xiaolan to bring you some."

Before Sang Qi could answer, the fat aunt called out from the yard, "Xiao Lan, quickly pack some pancakes and send them to the boy next door."

"Oh, okay." A soft voice sounded from inside the thatched cottage.

Immediately, a girl in apricot dress came out, with two ponytails and dimples when she smiled. She saw the person next door through the fence, lowered her head in shame and ran out the door, into Sangqi's yard.

She didn't dare to lift her head, and held the pancakes on the plate in front of Sangqi, "Pancakes, pancakes, they are delicious."

Sang Qi looked coldly at the top of the head in front of her, with two long ponytails dangling in front of her.

He reached out to take the plate with a smile, "Thank you."

Just as Xiaolan plucked up the courage to raise her head, she happened to bump into that ridiculous smile, her cheeks instantly turned red, and she ran home in a panic with her red face.