I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 432: If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response (5k)

Early the next morning, when it was light, Wen Yan opened the window and came to Fuyu Mountain.

The dawn in Fuyu Mountain is slightly earlier than that in Decheng. At this time, the disciples have already started their morning lessons.

For the younger ones, the main focus is on physical exercise and laying the foundation, while their schoolwork is still mainly schooling. After finishing morning classes, they will go down the mountain to attend classes at a nearby school. Going up and down the mountain is also part of the exercise.

Normally, I would only study the classics on weekends at most. I didn’t ask to understand them, but just to gain a subtle understanding.

Only older disciples will continue to study the scriptures after their daily morning exercises.

In order to prevent the disciples from developing the habit of being absent from work, even the disciples who do not go down the mountain need to work.

Unless one is a disciple who is expected to receive ordination, one has to leave the mountain when a certain age has passed.

Some go to college, some do other jobs. Fuyu Mountain never forces every disciple to follow the path of cultivation or martial arts.

When you are inside the door, the atmosphere is to encourage everyone to find the path they like and that suits them.

Wen Yan arrived just in time and was caught by the team leader, who immediately asked him to lead the young disciples in practicing the Fiery Sun Fist to lay the foundation.

After exercising for half an hour, Wen Yan felt refreshed and strode to the courtyard where his fourth great-grand uncle was. His fourth great-grand uncle had already gotten up, finished his morning lessons and had breakfast.

"Why are you here so early today?" Fourth Uncle asked casually while looking at the book in his hand.

"There are some things I would like to ask my fourth uncle."

"Talk about it."

"Is such that……"

Wen Yan recounted what happened in her dream last night.

"I'm in a nightmare. I feel very uncomfortable. Is there any way a warrior can prevent it?"

Wen Yan's strength is actually not afraid of face-to-face confrontation. He is a warrior, and his physical strength is getting stronger and stronger, and his bone density and muscle density are increasing.

He looks thin now and his muscles are not particularly big, but when he weighed himself, he found that he weighed more than 180 pounds, which is obviously inconsistent with his body shape.

The most effective way to restrain him is to use this kind of remote method where you can't see the person, don't know who the other person is, and can't even use real means to track him back.

After Wen Yan finished speaking, the fourth uncle put down the book in his hand.

“It is true that you have been haunted, but it is not your life that is wanted.

It would be extremely difficult to kill you and suppress you in a dream.

People with this kind of strength don't need to go through all this trouble.

It's just to scare you, or do something else."

"What could that be?"

“I don’t know about that. I’m not good at this. The Way of Huangliang is mysterious and bizarre, with endless changes.

Even many things will completely subvert normal cognition and lose many restrictions.

So, to put it in today's terms, there is no fixed method and you can't just copy the answer.

There is only a method to get the answer. When encountering something, you have to rely on yourself to use the method to get the answer on the spot.

The same is true for the practice of this path. In fact, there is no mysterious fixed method at all."

Wen Yan was a little stunned. He recalled that when his grandmother taught him how to enter a dream, it seemed that there was really no method that needed to be practiced. He met some conditions, and with his grandmother's guidance, after he became proficient, he could enter a dream smoothly and wake up in a dream.

This is completely different from practicing martial arts or cultivating Taoism.

"Fourth Grandmaster, you told me all this, but I have no idea what the other party can do. You are knowledgeable and experienced, so please give me some suggestions. It doesn't have to be exact, just the most common or uncommon ones, as long as there is a record."

"The Way of Huangliang is not good at the kind of killing in dreams that you think it is.

The most typical example is the so-called murder in a dream, which is just turning the dream self into reality and killing people in the real world.

You must have read the story about slaying a dragon in a dream, right? "

"I've heard of this." Wen Yan nodded. Who hasn't read Journey to the West? When he was a child, he wanted to find a straight and even stick, so he set his eyes on the big rolling pin in the yard. Later, he heard that natural ones were the best, and rolling pins were too low-grade. So, in order to find a straight and even natural stick, he searched for many years, but still hasn't found it.

“It looks similar to that one, but it’s essentially quite different. The reason the person in that story was able to slay the dragon was because he could leave his body silently and had a sword of wisdom on him, without having to fight.

But if you understand it that way, it’s not a big problem.

What we do in dreams is most likely to affect our minds and thoughts.”

"Psychotherapy?" Wen Yan thought of Doctor Meng from Yuzhou, who was an expert in the relevant field. He actually relied on his own talents to treat people for insomnia while eating at the same time.

“That’s used in the right way.”

"What about the evil path?"

"You already know the right way, think about it the other way around."

"Exerting psychological suggestion, distorting the subconscious, delivering wrong information, changing the perception of danger of something, shaking the will, tampering with the mind, changing the view of someone?"

"..." Fourth uncle couldn't help but retreat tactically, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Wen Yan changed. You said you wouldn't expect it, and you blurted out the crooked ways?

To be honest, even if Fourth Uncle-Master read the materials and records himself, he wouldn't know so many ways.

But in theory, what Wen Yan said is indeed possible to do.

As soon as he saw the look in Fourth Uncle's eyes, Wen Yan felt itchy all over and had a sense of uneasiness.

He was not afraid of a head-on fight with others, but he felt uncomfortable when faced with the possibility of being tricked by others and having his consciousness and thoughts affected.

Because he knows best that if someone plants some hint in his mind or quietly changes his idea, he will most likely subjectively think that it is his own idea and that it is his own idea that has changed slowly.

People's thoughts are very easy to change. Their views on many things will also change over time, and their feelings and thoughts will be completely different.

The feeling of sitting in front of a crappy computer with a case fan as big as a tractor when you are fifteen is definitely different from the feeling and thoughts of sitting in front of a computer with a 4090 graphics card when you are thirty-five years old.

Many times, people themselves are unable to tell whether some ideas are what they really think or whether they are the result of hints from others.

"Fourth Uncle, is there any way to find out who it is?"

The fourth uncle frowned slightly and shook his head in embarrassment.

"We in Fuyu Mountain are not very good at these things. You should go back and read the Nei Zhao Jing more. If you can wake up from a dream when you fall asleep, then you will have a basic protection. It is difficult for what you said to work on you."

"But I feel that the person who came to find me this time didn't seem to do this. I can hear some sounds, those rustling sounds, I have heard them before, they should be from the story that I can never go back to..."

"Stop!" The fourth uncle called out immediately, "Don't say it out loud, and don't think about it anymore."

"Hey, Fourth Uncle, you already knew about this?"

The fourth uncle didn't say anything. He looked at Wen Yan for a long while, pondered for a moment, and spoke slowly.

"If you keep thinking about it every day, something bad will happen. This is not a good thing."

"What about the people who use these things to cause trouble?"

"He is most likely dead. He dared to act like this. He was forcibly broken by the witch priest in the most brutal way. He will definitely be retaliated.

Dealing with you may just be in a dream, but he will suffer backlash. If it is not in a dream, it will definitely become a reality.

It’s just like those stories you’ve read, where there are sharp weapons that draw blood once unsheathed, and that kill people once they see blood.

Either the enemy suffers or you suffer.

That’s basically what happens when you’re relying on something that’s not completely under your control, that’s beyond your control.”

"understood."

Wen Yan originally wanted to go back and let Black Box check the death cases of that day, but after thinking about it, he realized that if the person who took action was killed by the backlash, there was a high probability that they would not go through the normal procedures to cancel the household registration and declare the death.

It is possible that the person who made the move had died many years ago and now has a new identity, or is an undocumented illegal resident.

It should be impossible to find any results along this path.

Then we can only follow the original path and follow the clues when the other party takes action.

I can’t rest outside recently and can only go home to rest. At least home is very safe.

Wen Yan felt a little regretful, but forget it, let's wait for the results of the Lieyang Department's investigation. The priority this time is high enough, so there will be enough resources and they will definitely find some clues.

Wen Yan stayed in Fuyu Mountain for a while, chatted with his great-grandmaster uncle, and had a meal with him before he called Quemao and asked him to open the window.

After returning home, Wen Yan thought about it and decided to call the director general and tell him about the attack last night.

If someone wanted to kill him, Wen Yan would not be surprised. But if the intention was not to kill him but to do something to him, then it would be difficult for Wen Yan to know who it was, and it would be difficult to find a suspect.

After staying at home for a while, Wen Yan couldn't sit still, so he ran to Yuzhou and prepared to ask Dr. Meng, a professional.

After walking through the streets of the urban village and turning a corner, he was slightly startled when he saw a newly opened skewers shop.

It was the first time he saw a restaurant with this name in Nanwu County. It was actually a hot pot restaurant, but the ingredients were skewered on bamboo sticks. You could take as much as you wanted to eat, and when settling the bill, you only had to count the skewers.

The sign also looked familiar, very much in the style of Guanzhong County. There were not many people at this time, and Wen Yan stopped at the door. The older sister at the bar in the store saw Wen Yan and immediately waved at him.

"Handsome boy, do you want to try it? The soup base is free! The ingredients are guaranteed to be fresh!"

Wen Yan touched her belly and entered the store.

Sitting at the wooden table, looking at the big hole in the center of the table, and the small hole next to it for the skewers, the familiar feeling came back all of a sudden.

Wen Yan touched the table and lost his focus. Before he knew it, all the people on the street outside had disappeared, and the noise gradually faded away.

The sign of this shop has changed from brand new to old, and the prefix in front of the three words "Chuan Chuan Xiang" has also changed. One of the words has even fallen off as if it has been too long.

Wen Yan sat in the store, touching the table in a daze. The wooden table gradually seemed to be covered with patina, and the smell of hot pot base gradually emerged in the air. That special fragrance kept drilling into his nose.

Outside the door, several teenagers walked in. The younger one looked about eleven or twelve years old, and the older one looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Several teenagers sat around a table, and one of them, who was wearing cropped pants, said.

"You can take whatever dishes you want to eat later. Take as much as you can eat. Don't take too much at one time. Take more after you finish eating. Don't waste it. The same goes for the dipping sauce. But I think it tastes better without the dipping sauce. Only those who can't eat spicy food need the dipping sauce!"

"I can eat spicy food!" a teenager shouted out immediately, as if it would be shameful to say that he couldn't eat spicy food.

An auntie in an apron brought a spicy hot pot to the table of the teenagers. The teenagers hesitated and asked others to get the dishes, saying that they were not picky eaters. Then one of the teenagers took a basket and took more than 20 skewers in total, all of which were meat.

“Each skewer is the same price for both meat and vegetables, so it’s a good deal to eat meat!”

"Yes."

As soon as the food was put into the pot, an aunt in an apron brought over a five-dollar red bottle of Coke.

"It's a gift for today's promotion."

"Really?"

"Thank you, Auntie!" The boy who looked the oldest immediately stood up and thanked loudly.

The aunt in an apron smiled from ear to ear, put down a few disposable cups and waved her hand.

"Eat it. Beef will cook quickly. It won't taste good if it's overcooked."

Several teenagers put several disposable cups in a row. The oldest teenager unscrewed the Coke and poured the same height of Coke into each cup. After confirming that there was no problem and that they were indeed the same, he distributed each cup to the other teenagers.

One of the skinny boys took a sip of Coke and couldn't help but grit his teeth because of the cold, but his eyebrows seemed to be smiling with joy.

"Brother Qing, just wait, I will definitely find the best holy sword to give you in the future!"

"Eat yours. This is enough for everyone. Go get some more meat."

The thin boy listened and took more than twenty skewers, but did not dare to take more.

After coming back, several teenagers who all said they could eat spicy food kept sucking their lips because it was so spicy, but they were reluctant to drink Coke in big gulps. When it was too spicy, they took small sips to try to neutralize the spiciness.

“Is it too spicy?”

"not spicy!"

"It's not spicy! I sweat when I eat spicy food!"

“Not spicy at all.”

Each boy was more stubborn than the other.

Wen Yan sat diagonally opposite, looking at the young men, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

He looked back and the person at the bar had disappeared. The kitchen was very dark. Wen Yan saw the aunt in the apron appear again, so he raised his hand.

"Auntie, give me a bottle of Coke."

“Only in large bottles.”

"Yeah, the big bottle."

When the aunt brought the Coke, Wen Yan gestured to the boy's table.

"Give it to them, and let them drink."

When the older boy saw the Coke that was delivered, he immediately stood up, came to Wen Yan to thank him, then got a cup for Wen Yan and poured him a cup.

Several young men, holding disposable cups as if they were holding wine, gathered around Wen Yan and clinked glasses with him.

Wen Yan looked at the teenagers who were sweating from the spicy food and whose lips seemed to be swollen. He looked outside the store and saw that the sky seemed to be getting dark. He sighed softly, opened his phone case, took out a spare hundred yuan from it, and placed it on the table.

The next moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Handsome, what kind of pot do you want? We have spicy and non-spicy ones."

When Wen Yan looked up, the noise and the sound of traffic seemed to flow silently from far away.

In the shop, without those young men, the patinated wooden tables have become new tables.

The darkness outside disappeared, and the light was blindingly bright.

Wen Yan said directly without looking at the menu.

"I want a spicy hot pot."

"The spicy hotpot only has medium and extra spicy. How spicy do you want?"

"Extra spicy, and a bottle of red Coke."

"Okay, take whatever you want to eat."

Wen Yan sat on a chair, poured himself a glass, and raised the glass to the empty table diagonally opposite.

He just fell into an old dream.

He wasn't actually sure at first, but when he saw the teenagers come in, he knew where he was.

Because that skinny boy was exactly who he used to be. He was eleven years old that year.

An older brother in the yard made a living by delivering honeycomb coal to people during the summer vacation, and also collecting cardboard and plastic bottles. After most of the money he earned was taken away, he secretly hid the little money he had and treated them to a meal of skewers that they had never eaten before.

Because this was already a luxury for them at that time.

In order not to appear timid and just to try the food, they chose to go in the afternoon, not during meal times.

That day, an aunt gave them a bottle of Coke. He would remember this event for decades. From that day on, he always felt that the red bottle was better than the blue bottle, and the blue bottle just didn’t taste the same.

He was very timid when taking the food and didn't dare to take too much. He only dared to take twenty skewers at a time.

But because they took less at a time, several people only had two bites and it was gone. They ate more than expected that day and ate up all the money hidden by the eldest brother in one go.

That day was the happiest day of his life in those years, although he was later discovered to have spent money and eaten secretly because of the smell on his body, and was scolded and beaten.

He remembered for years the search for a natural, perfectly straight and even stick, which was called a holy sword in those days.

But they haven’t found it yet, because the big brother who treated them to skewers back then is no longer around.

Wen Yan is now alone, eating skewers and drinking Coke. The taste is still the same and indeed quite authentic, but the feeling is completely different.

At least now, he can really eat spicy food.

Wen Yan took a sip of Coke and burped. The air rushed out of his nostrils, and his whole body seemed to be refreshed. The anxiety and uneasiness that had been weighing on his heart also dissipated for the most part.

……

"I think it's enough. There's no need to take any more risks." The old man with gray hair shook his head and rejected the plan of the man with inverted triangle eyes to take action again.

"You really don't care? I've already wasted precious materials several times, I can't give up halfway." Inverted Triangle Eyes suffered a backlash last night, and he was a little unhappy. If he hadn't been prepared in advance, he would have died.

“You don’t understand, that guy is actually very important, he is not an ordinary disciple of the Three Mountains and Five Peaks.

You have told him that he has encountered that kind of situation, so he may be able to sense it and he will definitely ask someone.

As long as he asked someone, whether it was his senior master or the people in the Lieyang tribe, they would definitely be able to guess what happened.

There is a saying that goes, "If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response."

As long as someone told him the truth, he would know it, and think about it in his heart, as if he had just experienced it.

Well, from the information we got, he is quite vindictive and will definitely keep thinking about it.

Maybe he will fall into it in the next few days.

Once he falls into it, he can't come back, so there's nothing we need to do.

No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with us, and no one can trace us.

That kid has offended a lot of people and blocked a lot of people's paths. Someone will always have to take the blame."

(End of this chapter)