Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 103 I am your great-grandfather
When Chi Xinsu and Zhong Liefeng had a rare cooperation and explained the rules of the palace to her, Jiang Fuyuan was obviously absent-minded.

Seeing her lack of interest, the two of them just thought she was sleepy and asked her to go back and catch up on her sleep after a few words.

When she was lying alone on the couch, tossing and turning, she finally couldn't help but knock on the soul bottle.

[Fat Ya, come out. 】

The soul bottle was silent and unresponsive.

Where's the ghost?

Jiang Fuyuan sat up suddenly, uncorked the bottle and looked inside. The inside looked dark to the naked eye.

"It's strange, how can a ghost like me be so big?" She muttered in a low voice, and shook the bottle again without giving up, but still didn't get a familiar response.

Just when she was about to turn the soul bottle over and pour it out, Xiaopang slowly walked through the wall.

Jiang Fuyuan paused and said, "So you went out?"

Then she suddenly realized the change and asked in surprise: "You didn't come back all night? Are you no longer restricted by the distance between you and me?"

As her contracted ghost, Xiaopang has a natural connection with her. The specific manifestation is that as long as Jiang Fuyuan stands there, Xiaopang's range of movement will be circular with her, no more than a hundred meters away.

This distance limitation can be broken by special magic weapons, such as soul bottles. As long as Xiaopang stays in the soul bottle, he will be wherever the soul bottle is.

Therefore, when Bozhou Jiang Fuyuan was taken away by the half-ghost rabbit demon, it was precisely because Xiaopang was in the soul bottle that he was saved from the tragedy of being taken away with him.

Obviously Xiaopang was very satisfied with this change. He said happily: "Yes, last night I discovered that I can enter other people's dreams. I saw a lot of people's dreams in one night. It was like reading a storybook. It's so fun. .”

Jiang Fuyuan was curious: "How did you find out that you can enter other people's dreams?"

"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you, Master." Xiaopang looked at Jiang Fuyuan with admiration, as if his ability to enter dreams was given by her, "Thanks to you and Master Zhong who were studying so loudly last night, I was in the soul bottle I could hear it so clearly that I couldn't sleep at all. At that time, I just wished that I was not in the soul bottle."

"Then as soon as I close my eyes and open them, I'll be in other people's dreams!"

Jiang Fuyuan:......

What kind of rubbish soul bottle has such poor sound insulation, bah!
Next, chubby Le Diandian introduced to her the various dreams he entered last night. For example, Hu Yuanwai, who was three streets away, was wearing rouge and red flowers in his dream, and the shopkeeper of Xinghuachun Restaurant in Jiudian was wearing only red clothes with his waiter in his dream. Zuyi galloped on his horse, and there was even a certain royal relative of Jiufeng. In his dream, he actually ate a bowl of rice with the dog, and begged the dog to let him go...

Different dreams are exciting and reveal the most hidden corners of the dream owner's heart.

Xiaopang was able to use his hands and feet when talking about the exciting parts, showing the details of the dream vividly. Jiang Fuyuan propped up her chin and listened with interest, and her sleepiness had already flown out of the sky.

As she listened, she suddenly had an idea.

Jiang Fuyuan: "Fat Ya, I have a task for you to handle."

Xiaopang confidently agreed: "I feel that my ghost power has become much stronger. Master, just give me your orders if you have anything to do. I will definitely do it beautifully for you, Xiaopang."

Jiang Fuyuan: "Okay, then you can enter the emperor's dream tonight."

Fatty: "...Master, I said I'd do it beautifully for you, but you won't do it for me, right?"

He was the emperor, the kind guarded by the true dragon spirit, and the evil spirits could not even step into his palace.

What's the difference between letting him, a little hanged ghost, enter the dream of this ninety-five-year-old man, and letting him die?
Jiang Fuyuan patted him on the shoulder and encouraged: "You have to believe in yourself. You are no longer an ordinary kid. You are the long-tongued immortal of Fuyuan Immortal. You are just a mere palace, and you might as well be in the world without eating what is offered by believers. The realm of man.”

Fatty: ... Seeing that he was still worried, Jiang Fuyuan increased his persuasiveness: "When the time comes, I will draw a few more amulets for you and stick them on your various joints. They will definitely protect you and escape."

No one knows better than him how powerful the talisman seals drawn by Jiang Fuyuan are. After hearing this, the little fat man finally gained some confidence and muttered: "That's good..."

"But Master, why do you have to let me enter the emperor's dream?"

Jiang Fuyuan said helplessly: "I'm afraid if you don't enter his dream, I will become a sinner of the Great Shun Kingdom."

It would be the worst case scenario if his life was shortened. If the Human Emperor couldn't bear her kneeling and worshiped and died on the spot, she couldn't even imagine how terrifying that scene would be.

After making a rough plan, Jiang Fuyuan then added some details, such as letting Xiaopang familiarize himself with what the eight generations of ancestors of the current emperor looked like. After Xiaopang could transform into a [-]-[-]% resemblance to them, he would enter the emperor's palace at night. The dream plan has really started.

That night, in the heavily guarded emperor's palace, Yuan Fei Daojun, who had just finished reciting Qiu Zu's confession, had a dream.

He dreamed that a golden light fell from the sky and transformed into a man wearing a crown and a yellow robe.

The man's whole body was shrouded in golden light, and he looked majestic. His face in the dazzling golden light made him feel extremely familiar, as if he had seen it before somewhere.

Daojun Yuan Fei was frightened by his aura and couldn't help but take a half step back: "Who are you? Why are you wearing a dragon robe?"

The man didn't speak at first and stared at him for a while. His back felt cold and then he said slowly: "I am your great-grandfather."

Lord Yuan Fei:...

Just as he was about to speak out loud, he suddenly had a thought in his mind and stared carefully at the man's face in the golden light.

These eyebrows, this bridge of nose... aren't they exactly what they look like on the portrait of Emperor Gaozu?

His expression changed drastically: "Are you the Emperor Gaozu?"

The little fat man replied without changing his expression: "Yes."

This is what the master wants. He wants an ancestor to show his spirit, and the descendants will be obedient.

Daojun Yuan Fei shook his front clothes and knelt down quickly: "The great emperor entrusted his dream to his great-grandson, but what instructions do you have?"

The Human Emperor only kneels to the ancestors of heaven and earth. Logically speaking, Little Fatty, a ghost, cannot bear his kneeling. However, the amulet Jiang Fuyuan put on his orifices in advance emits a burst of golden light, blocking this wave of evil force for him.

Daojun Yuan Fei was dazzled by the sudden golden light, thinking that he had somehow offended his ancestors, so he quickly lowered his eyelids and did not dare to look again.

Xiaopang followed the words written by Jiang Fuyuan and said: "I have been ranked in the immortal class and am in charge of the Ziwei Emperor Star in the heaven. Today I saw that the point of the Emperor Star is dim. I know that you will be in trouble in the future, so I came here to give you some advice. .”

Hearing this, Daojun Yuan Fei immediately broke into sweat and said: "Emperor, great-grandson, I have devoted myself to cultivating Taoism. I only seek Dzogchen with all my heart. I have never left the palace, so how can I talk about the disaster? Please express it clearly, Emperor Gaozu."

Xiaopang continued to make nonsense: "If the mountain doesn't come, I will come. If I come, I will come to the mountain. Disaster is destiny. You can't avoid it by hiding in the palace. I have observed Shun's fate and found that only one person can solve it." Your disaster.”

"This person is the divine envoy of my good friend in heaven, Fu Yuan Xianzun. She was ordered by heaven to come down to earth to help you overcome the calamity. Although she is a commoner of Shun and should be your subordinate, she is the divine envoy of my good friend, so she is also mine. God’s envoy, I should be your elder in terms of seniority, do you know what to do?”

"Yes, yes..." Daojun Yuan Fei was frightened by the word "catastrophe" and broke into a cold sweat, his mind was in a blur, "Does Emperor Gaozu want his great-grandson Zen to be the envoy of God?"

Fatty:! ! !
I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

The change of emperor is a major event that shakes the foundation of the country. He will not bear the blame. Xiaopang quickly corrected Yuan Fei Daojun: "That's not what I meant! I want you to know some etiquette!"

(End of this chapter)