Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 624 The Long Night Fades Away (Part )

"Zou Sijiu, although you have successfully been promoted to Dream Master, I advise you not to be too ambitious."

A man with a face covered in black mist spoke slowly. His voice was like the friction of stones, extremely sharp and unpleasant.

"If you continue to be so disrespectful, you will be abandoned by the will of yin and yang sooner or later!"

"You are the shaman mentioned by Zou Zi Wu Ba Gong Sun Yao, right?"

Zou Sijiu looked up into the air nonchalantly, clenched his right fist and took it out of his trouser pocket, holding it horizontally in front of him. A string of ancient copper coins fell from between his open five fingers.

The copper coins fell on the stone steps on the mountain path, making a clinking sound.

Zhang Siyuan, a Confucian scholar, also knew a thing or two about this traditional divination method. Although he didn't know what Zou Sijiu was thinking at the moment, he still couldn't help but look over out of curiosity.

But before he could see clearly what kind of hexagram those coins formed, he heard Zou Sijiu say, "Did you see it? It has never loved me, Master Zou. It has been calumniating me every day, but I am still alive and well."

Zhang Siyuan opened his mouth slightly in surprise when he heard that. He looked carefully and saw that the copper coin on the ground really showed an ominous omen.

Is it really that weird?!
"You are attached to the Solitary Martial Order, so your own luck and character will naturally be affected by Li Jun. He is a man on a dead end, destined to have a bad end. You are with him, so you will inevitably fall into arrogance, brutal hatred and countless vendettas. These hexagrams are warnings given to you by the will of yin and yang! Don't you understand?!"

Another member of the Yin Yang Order of the East Palace spoke, and a cold female voice came out.

"Zou Sijiu, you still don't repent. Do you really have to wait until the day when your soul is torn apart before you wake up?"

"Others negotiate by talking about benefits and interests. You are different. All you say are threats. Not a single good word."

Zou Sijiu shook his head and muttered to himself, while bending down to pick up the copper coin on the ground, putting it back into his trouser pocket, and turned to look at Zhang Siyuan who had a look of surprise and doubt on his face.

"Master Zhang, tell me the truth, am I really that crazy?"

"It's okay. You were even crazier than me outside just now."

Zhang Siyuan laughed and said, "In fact, I think being arrogant is not a big problem. The key is that you must not be beaten to death after being arrogant. Otherwise, you will lose face and dignity and be laughed at by others."

"What we're saying is, can you please stop talking about your dad? Can you talk about something that both of us have?"

Zou Sijiu's sudden sensitivity made Zhang Siyuan obviously feel at a loss and confused.

"Did I mention my dad?"

"Aren't you mentioning it now?"

"It was destined that I was born into the Zhang family. What can I do?"

"Destiny? Bullshit destiny!"

The two were arguing heatedly when the voice of the shaman suddenly interrupted.

"enough."

"Did you get the fuck to talk?"

Zou Sijiu and Zhang Siyuan turned around at the same time and cursed in unison.

Zhang Siyuan stood up, with the muzzle of a gun sticking out from his sleeve, pointing at the shaman in the sky.

Zou Sijiu raised his right hand, touched his thumb with his index finger, and had a cold smile on his face.

boom!
The sound of gunshots and finger snaps rang out simultaneously.

The flames from Zhang Siyuan's gun penetrated through the body of the shaman, and his agitated thoughts blew his clothes, but did not cause any substantial damage.

Zou Sijiu, who had snapped his fingers, suddenly froze in place with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"No, where are my people?"

Zou Sijiu muttered to himself. There was nothing behind him except the fierce mountain wind that blew up the rubble on the square. Where was the human figure?

"Brother, don't joke around. This is your Yin Yang Order's home turf. You don't want me to fight two against one, do you?"

Zhang Siyuan turned his head with the gun pointed at him, looking resentful.

"It's not that he doesn't want to contribute, it's that he can't contribute now."

The shaman standing in mid-air spoke indifferently: "The Dream Lord's rules are the blessing bestowed upon us servants by Huangliang Heaven's will. This dream contains my rules [Forbidden Blood Cage]. No matter what tricks you two want to play, they are useless here."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Zhang Siyuan suddenly felt his hands empty, and his weapon disappeared without a trace.

"No way, this is too unreasonable. A gentleman does not talk about strange things, no wonder Lao Zhang dislikes you guys so much."

Zhang Siyuan muttered to himself, looking helplessly at Zou Sijiu, whose expression was gloomy.

"Brother Zou, is what he said true or false?"

Zou Sijiu remained silent. This was actually his first time fighting with the real Yin Yang Sequence Three in a dream. There was no precedent to distinguish the real from the fake.

But there is no doubt that the Yin-Yang Sequence of the promoted dream master will be favored by the Huangliang Dream and write a rule that is unique to him.

At the moment, I can't even call out to anyone, and this feeling is not limited by this dream, but comes from a higher level.

What the other party said was probably not false. This dreamland really does not allow for violence or bloodshed.

"【Forbidden Blood Cage】. How could someone really write such a shitty rule? What's the purpose?"

Zou Sijiu cursed in his heart and sneered at the shaman: "Don't make it sound so mysterious. Isn't it just that we can't fight? Then let's just chat. Can you really talk us to death?"

Zhang Siyuan, who was standing by, couldn't help but widen his eyes upon hearing this, and looked at Zou Sijiu, who was sitting on the ground, in disbelief.

"Don't worry, Xiao Zhang, it's not a big problem. The rules of the Huangliang Dream are fair. We can't do anything, and neither can they."

Zhang Siyuan was stunned and said, "So everyone is just standing here staring at each other? What's the point of this?"

"I didn't expect the other side would write such a turtle shell rule."

Zou Sijiu spread his hands, looked at Zhang Siyuan who looked a little depressed, and said soothingly: "Don't worry, no matter which of them built this dream, it will not last long to accommodate the four of us, and it will collapse on its own in no time."

Zou Sijiu said lightly, "Besides, aren't Lao Li and the others still outside? Once he has dealt with the others, he can free up his hands to dig out the bodies of these two. They won't be able to escape, and we can get out too."

"alright."

Things have come to this point. If Zou Sijiu, the dreamer, can't do anything about it, then there is no way for me. I can only bow my head under the eaves.

Zhang Siyuan sighed helplessly, lifted the hem of his long gown, and sat back next to Zou Sijiu.

However, since his life was not in danger for the time being, Zhang Siyuan simply went with the flow, stretched out his legs, propped his elbows behind him, turned his head to look at Zou Sijiu, and asked casually: "Brother Zou, I see that each of the three dream masters of the Yin-Yang Sequence has his own rules, so what are yours?"

"【The Dream is Boundless】."

A woman's voice came from the sky, and she said with disdain: "But this dreamland was originally built in the Huangliang Youhai, so his rules are meaningless here."

"It seems that you have done a lot of things to Sheji Nongxu. You even know about this matter."

Zou Sijiu said unhappily: "But who are you?"

"Eastern Palace, Nightmare Lord."

The mist covering her face dissipated, revealing the face of an ordinary-looking woman.

The only characteristic is probably its eerie pale skin, as if it has never seen the light of day.

"The [Longevity of Heaven and Earth] that Zhao Mengze gave you before he died is also useless here."

The Nightmare Lord said coldly: "Besides, this is not something you should master."

"So you were also involved in Sheji's raid on Tianque? They wanted to collect Wu Xu's genes and flesh, and you wanted Zhao Mengze's rules. Right?"

"Why ask even though you already know?"

The black mist on the shaman's face did not completely disappear, but only revealed a pair of indifferent eyes without any emotion.

"Zou Sijiu, as long as you hand over both rules today, we can let you go."

"So this pit was dug especially for me, Master Zou? You guys really put in a lot of effort."

Zou Sijiu laughed, his face suddenly turned cold, and he said contemptuously: "No one can make a move here, why do you ask me for money to save your life? I also advise you to hand over the rules now, and when Lao Li catches you outside, I can persuade him to let you go, how about it?"

"It seems like you won't shed tears when you see the coffin."

"I'll return this sentence to you. Let's see who gets into the coffin first and who cries first!"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Zou Sijiu's expression suddenly changed.

He clearly felt that the speed of time in this dream was accelerating rapidly. The stars in the distance quickly disappeared, the night faded away, and then a red sun rose into the sky, drawing an arc in the sky, rising in the east and setting in the west, and then falling into the sky. But in a blink of an eye, twelve hours had passed.

An intense feeling of fatigue surged into Zou Sijiu's heart day and night.

Zhang Siyuan on the side had a calm expression. He reached out and touched the stubble on his mouth, marveling at it.

"This is your rule?!"

Zou Sijiu looked at the woman who called herself "Nightmare Lord" with a gloomy expression.

"Time flies."

The Nightmare Lord sneered and said, "Although we cannot take action in this dream, we can trap you here and watch the sun and moon change, and the mountains and rivers change. By the time the dream is broken, hundreds or thousands of years will have passed here, which is enough time to wear you out to death."

"Who are you trying to fool here?!"

Zou Sijiu cursed: "We can't bear it, do you think you can bear it?"

The shaman said softly, "If you want to try, my husband and I can accompany you."

"They are still a couple, no wonder."

Zou Sijiu said angrily: "You are so fucking despicable!"

"Give us the Dream Master Rules in your hand, and we can unlock the dream. This is your last chance."

"impossible."

Zou Sijiu refused without hesitation.

The essence of the dream master's rules is actually the biggest "back door" in the Huangliang dream, and it is the unique advantage of the Yin-Yang sequence in Huangliang.

Zhao Mengze once mentioned to him that the Zou Zi ranking formulated by the East Palace was the means they used to control those who followed the Yin-Yang sequence.

At the highest level of Zou Zi's ranking are some dream masters who govern the Huangliang rules.

As for the so-called 'backdoors' used by the low-level Yin-Yang sequence, except for some targeted and unique means embedded in specific dreams through preset means, the rest of the basic backdoors are derived from these dream master rules.

Each set of dream master rules is unique and cannot be modified once written. They can overlap but cannot be offset.

Moreover, it does not recognize people, but only recognizes rank, so it can be transferred, donated and authorized.

【Heaven and Earth Live Equally】is the dream master rule that Zhao Mengze gave to Zou Sijiu.

And he was able to use this in his dreams before, and he had received Zhao Mengze's consent.

"Zou Sijiu, think it through. Are rules more important than your life?"

The shaman advised: "After handing over the rules, you are still the master of the three dreams of Yin and Yang. And as long as you are willing to join the East Palace, we can grant you more rules to make you more powerful in the dream."

"Is this the way you control the Yin-Yang sequence?"

Zou Sijiu said with contempt: "You took something that belonged to me and then lent it to me. You guys really have a good plan!"

The Nightmare Lord shouted coldly: "You have no other choice, Zou Sijiu. If you become a house dog, you still have a chance to survive. If you become a stray dog, you will surely die!"

"You two husband and wife are really a couple who follow the husband's lead. You want rules? Then wait until I, Master Zou, turn into bones, and then come to me to get them."

"Zou Sijiu, you have just been promoted to Dream Master, and you don't understand the complexity and horror of dreams yet."

The shaman said calmly, "After you have spent a full year in this desolate dreamland, we will come and ask you again."

After saying this, the figures of Shaman Lord and Nightmare Lord floating in the air gradually faded.

Just as they were about to disperse, a loud shout suddenly rang out.

"Wait a moment."

Zou Sijiu turned his head and looked beside him, and saw Zhang Siyuan pulling his beard, his eyes filled with deep fatigue.

But in just a few words, it turned out that quite a while had passed in this dream.

"You two are hiding away and being affectionate, leaving us brothers here to stare at each other. Isn't that a bit too immoral?"

Before Zhang Siyuan finished speaking, a head of flaming red hair appeared in his peripheral vision.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

Zhang Siyuan suddenly laughed bitterly, his face full of self-mockery: "It turns out that I am the only one who is all alone."

"Don't be sad, brother. Don't listen to their nonsense. How could they trap us for a thousand years? I dare say it will only take a hundred years at most. This dream will be broken. When you get through this, I will introduce you to a wife you can see in your dreams. If you encounter this kind of situation again in the future, at least you will have a way to deal with it."

Zou Sijiu tried to comfort him gently, but Zhang Siyuan suddenly jumped up.

"The Dream Master's rules, right? The Yellow Beam Dream is not for only you, the Yin Yang Order, to play!"

The wind and clouds suddenly changed with Zhang Siyuan's angry shout, and the sun and the moon in the distance stopped abruptly, coexisting in the sky. The sunset glow was like blood, covering the mountains and rivers.

A look of surprise appeared on Zou Sijiu's face. He felt that a huge authority was forcibly covering the rules of this dream.

"The authority of Ruxu's Huangliang is in your hands?!"

Zou Sijiu exclaimed: "Why are you taking out this kind of thing now?"

"How can I easily reveal my hidden life-saving method?"

Zhang Siyuan obviously still had some resentment in his heart, and said unhappily: "And I'm not sure whether they are coming for you or me. If this is robbed, my father will kill me."

"You scholars are really cunning."

Zou Sijiu shook his head and no longer cared about this little thing. He looked at the two people in the air and grinned grimly.

"Someone, come and beat this couple to death for me, Zou!"

boom!
Raging flames and billowing smoke billowed continuously in the magnificent Buddhist temple.

The high-pitched sword chants and the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh and blood rose and fell one after another, without stopping.

Zheng!
A ray of sword light shot up into the sky and swept across the sky, causing a bloody rain wherever it passed, and it directly pierced through the wall behind the Buddhist temple.

Following the sword light, Chen Qisheng smashed the cracked wall with a punch. The dense firepower came head-on and collided directly with the Taoist patterns flying around his body, exploding into a dazzling spark.

The square behind the Buddhist temple was filled with red-robed foreign monks standing ready for battle. They looked fanatical, chanting Buddhist mantras with flames gushing from their hands.

A deep blue color spread out behind Chen Qisheng, and Wudang heroes emerged one by one from it and rushed forward.

Although this group of Wudang heroes were unarmed, they were like tigers among a flock of sheep, and in an instant they tore the foreign monks' camp into pieces. The thick smoke mixed with the strong smell of blood made people's heart beat faster.

Chen Qisheng took a step forward and rose into the air, looking down from above.

In this temple, there are endless palaces standing like a forest. The door of each palace is open. Foreign monks keep rushing out of them carrying various magical instruments and gathering towards the corrupt battlefield.

Chen Qisheng's eyes were as sharp as swords, piercing through layers of buildings, and finally he saw the meaning of the Dharma bed sitting high in the deepest part of the temple.

The monk had a solemn expression, sitting in a mudra position under a canopy of precious jewels, looking dignified and majestic.

But what was reflected in Chen Qisheng's eyes was clearly a mass of fat and flesh that was constantly expanding and growing. Shiyi's head was stuck in the oil and blood, and the wisdom root that sprang out from between his eyebrows was swinging wildly, which was indescribably weird and disgusting.

"You are neither human nor ghost. Rather than living in such a humble way, you might as well die with dignity."

Shi Yi's eyes flashed with fierceness and ferocity, and he angrily said, "Chen Qisheng, what qualifications do you have to criticize me here? If it was you who took the wrong path today, would you have the courage to risk your life?"

This kind of argument is meaningless, and Chen Qisheng has no interest in saying more.

For him, when does he need others to judge whether the path he is taking is right or wrong?
At the end of the road, wrong is right!
Chen Qisheng held the sword with both hands, with the blade facing downwards. Behind him, azure energy swirled and formed into a gigantic Dharma image, whose movements were exactly the same as his.

The figure fell, and the long sword and the huge magic sword in his hands pierced the ground at the same time.

boom!
The violent impact swept and spread, washing over the blood-stained fists, drowning the splashing flames of the magic weapons, and passing through the intertwined white clothes of the Wudang and the red robes of the foreign monks.

The branch-like cracks spread rapidly, and the entire Buddhist kingdom exploded.

The vision in front of him suddenly darkened and then brightened again. The excruciating pain from the backlash made Shi Yi scream miserably and he retreated violently.

Chen Qisheng's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations, but Shiyi was not flustered.

Although the Buddhist kingdom has been destroyed now, as a person in charge of a Buddhist sect, he possesses more means than just this.
But just when Shi Yi was about to mobilize the Buddhist thoughts in his body, something strange happened!

The wisdom in his skull suddenly went completely out of control at this moment, and scrambled out of his seven orifices, as if wanting to abandon him and escape from his body!

(End of this chapter)