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Chapter 253: I didn’t know I was a guest in the dream

Yang Chen had a dream.

A very long dream.

He dreamed that he woke up from the darkness, surrounded by thick and suffocating darkness without a trace of light. The endless darkness was enough to swallow everything.

He roared at the top of his lungs.

Desperately trying to pull away this darkness that is so thick that it is almost substantive.

But all to no avail.

Sudden.

A light came from above.

It's like a sharp blade piercing the endless void, sweeping away all the monsters and monsters with overwhelming force.

He wasn't in pain.

Yang Chen wanted to hide.

at this time.

At the critical moment.

But wherever you look, you can see an airtight virgin forest with towering trees.

Yang Chen was desperate.

This hope was quickly dashed.

Dazzling white.

The man holding a wooden stick and baring his teeth stared at him eagerly.

The sharp wooden stick, with its roaring sound of tearing the air, was about to stab him to the core.

but.

A group of people were not wearing any clothes.

And the group of people who had no clothes on and stared at him tightly surrounded him in the center of the circle, baring their four pointed canine teeth at him.

Eyes full of white.

There was a primitive man who raised a pointed stick and threw it at himself with explosive force like a javelin.

There is no way out.

And when his vision gradually became clearer, he saw a group of people.

As for Yang Chen.

at last.

How to do?

Is there only a dead end?

The head of the stick is sharpened.

Can't find direction.

obviously.

This is primitive man hunting.

Then it fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Chen was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

But I found that my reaction was not enough to avoid it.

It was enough to chill him to his core.

He was swept out by the light, and then there was a loud noise, as if something was exploded, and he was immediately thrown out by the light.

He was so white that he couldn't open his eyes.

He saw a figure and rushed over like lightning.

And their eyes were full of killing.

It's more like an angel coming, representing hope.

Not at all.

The circle of encirclement is getting smaller and smaller.

The roar of the primitive man became louder and louder.

This light.

Very strange.

Yang Chen really wanted to escape.

But there was nothing we could do.

At this time.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Just when the tip of the stick was only about one centimeter away from his heart, the lightning-like figure grabbed it firmly.

then.

The wooden stick turned and the gun tip was thrown hard by the figure.

I saw the wooden stick shot out like an arrow from the string.

Then there was a shrill scream.

But before the scream stopped, the lightning-like figure rushed out again.

then.

Screams sounded one after another.

In the blink of an eye.

All the primitive people fell, no one was spared, and no one survived.

It was only then that the figure came over.

He opened his mouth and smiled innocently.

Yang Chen felt warm in his heart.

It turned out to be Zhong Xiaowei.

Yang Chen asked him a lot of questions, such as where is this place? Why are we here? Did you kill them all? What's going on with all this?

And so on.

But Zhong Xiaowei just laughed.

But like a mute, he didn't answer even a single word.

With a lot of doubts, he and Zhong Xiaowei began to survive in this primitive jungle as far as the eye could see.

Fortunately, he has a wealth of modern knowledge.

And Zhong Xiaowei is a guy with abnormal combat power - Yang Chen was surprised to find that even though he couldn't speak, Zhong Xiaowei's combat power was even more terrifying than before.

In this jungle, there are many primitive behemoths and ferocious beasts.

Sabre-toothed tiger.

Python.

monitor lizard.

Ground sloth.

Fine-toothed giant bear.

Fear of cats.

But with Zhong Xiaowei protecting him, everything would be no problem.

Zhong Xiaowei actually has the ability to challenge them.

The two people ruled the roost in this primitive jungle. Yang Chen even established his own base and subdued and domesticated many primitive people.

Yang Chen asked these primitive people to use fire.

Build.

Make better and more useful tools.

Let them hunt more scientifically.

Let them sing, dance and draw.

Let them talk.

Let them cook.

Hand over their limited medicine.

Give them etiquette.

Even hand them texts and so on.

After some development.

soon.

His base is this primeval forest, and even the most powerful tribe on this continent.

They respected Yang Chen as the god of heaven and Zhong Xiaowei as the deputy god of heaven, worshiped them and regarded them as totems.

Yang Chen and Zhong Xiaowei have lived here for a long, long time.

So long that he lost track of time.

until one day.

He is tired.

Closed his eyes.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

But when he woke up again, he was in the Song Dynasty, a little handyman in a Taoist sect.

Is this time travel?

Compared to the darkness when I first woke up.

this time.

He seemed calm.

This was the most fanatical and glorious era of Taoism in the Song Dynasty.

Although the sect he belongs to is a small and unpopular religion, it still enjoys supreme glory and dignity in the local area thanks to its status as Taoism.

but.

all of these.

It has nothing to do with him, a little handyman.

but.

He used his experience and wisdom from two lifetimes, as well as modern knowledge and skills, to successfully stand out from his childhood as a handyman and become a little Taoist boy in the sect who wanted to seek immortality.

then.

He also has an additional junior sister.

His name is Ling Xiaozi.

Thereafter.

He and Junior Sister Ling Xiaozi practiced and grew together, and gradually became the mainstay of the sect.

slowly.

The two also developed feelings.

Become a Taoist couple practicing dual cultivation.

The two of them often travel around the world together, visiting spiritual mountains and blessed places, looking for fairy temples, making friends with famous Taoists in the world, seeking immortality, becoming immortals, and living a carefree and happy life.

However, the matter of immortality, seeking immortality and asking questions has always been vague and nihilistic since ancient times.

Yang Chen came through time travel, so naturally he didn't believe it.

Decades pass.

Both of them are very old.

The matter of attaining enlightenment and becoming an immortal has naturally become a luxury talk.

but.

By chance, Yang Chen discovered a recipe for refining immortality elixir in a mysterious cave.

After he told his junior sister the news.

With nothing to do and the mentality of giving it a try, the junior sister followed the prescriptions and worked hard to refine two so-called immortality pills.

Without Yang Chen's knowledge, the junior sister secretly took the pill without telling him.

By the time he knew it, it was too late.

Thereafter.

The junior sister fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Chen stayed on guard for seventy-seven forty-nine days!

period.

Junior sister's body has undergone many strange changes and reactions.

Such as molting.

For example, black, fishy mucus oozes out.

For example, there is an abnormal sound.

For example, a certain part of the body moves uncontrollably and voluntarily.

but.

Forty-nine days later.

Junior sister woke up.

From a wrinkled old woman to a young girl.

Junior sister smiled.

ecstatic.

Yang Chen didn't smile.

But he still took another longevity pill obediently...

Thereafter.

The two lived together for a long, long time.

So long that he lost track of time.

In the meantime.

Junior sister also refined the elixir of longevity again.

But it never succeeded again.

but.

None of this matters.

one day.

Yang Chen felt very tired.

Just like the primitive era of the previous life.

he knows.

His deadline is coming again.

then.

He bid farewell to his junior sister.

Faint.

Quietly.

There is no sorrow of separation.

There is no pain of separation either.

Both men were calm.

Watched the sunrise together. Watched the sunset together.

Hand in hand, side by side, silently, we walked the last part of the way home...

Time dilutes everything.

time.

It also intensifies everything.

night.

The two were relatively speechless.

Just like this, you looked at me and I looked at you, speechless and silent, the whole night passed!

Yang Chen left.

A person walks around the world.

until one day.

He was tired again.

Really tired.

He sat on the ground, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

He woke up again.

Wait a minute.

This feeling seems very familiar?

That's right.

He should be in his mother's belly.

With the squeeze.

The light at the entrance of the cave grew brighter and brighter.

He was born.

Are these my parents?

In the maternity ward.

A young man and woman were fiddling with themselves in a hurry, looking very unfamiliar and impatient.

He has no memory of his original parents.

But at this moment.

His feelings were fresh.

He didn't cry.

There was no fuss.

Look at everything in front of you quietly.

then.

The screen turned again.

Like a movie.

one year old.

His parents divorced and left him with his grandparents in his hometown, and they never cared about him again.

Three years old.

The rooster raised by his grandfather pecked his little brother, and he cried loudly - strange, why should I cry? Am I not reborn?

I can completely control myself?

but.

I still cried.

Very strange, very weird feeling.

Six years old.

First day of elementary school.

He hugged the female teacher's Hongwei life and death and refused to let go, crying and calling his mother.

The female teacher is very beautiful.

Very plump.

Also very kind.

She held him in her arms and comforted him gently.

Yang Chen smiled.

Smiling like the peak of life!

wrong.

I remember not laughing?

but.

I should have laughed.

Twelve years old.

He got into a fight with the village chief's son and chased him to his home. He strangled his neck with his bloody hands and refused to tear his hands no matter how hard the village chief pulled.

afterwards.

Grandpa said.

The King of Hell saw the way you looked at that time and didn't dare to accept you.

If he hadn't appeared in time.

The village chief's son is gone.

Eighteen years old.

College entrance examination.

Average performance.

Went to an ordinary university.

Twenty years old.

His grandparents passed away one after another, and he only felt pain in his heart.

why?

I was reborn and could completely change my destiny. Why didn't I do anything but just watch quietly like an outsider?

they said.

Only people are dying.

Only then will the past events be recalled in detail.

Could it be?

I'm dying?

Dying again?

Why again?

Did I die a lot?

It feels so strange, so weird!

Ok.

My head hurts!

It hurts so much!

Ah!

Yang Chen woke up.

Finally woke up.

The end of his long, crazy and weird dream journey.

He raised his head suddenly.

sweating a lot.

The hazy eyes gradually became clear.

The drizzle has stopped.

sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the bamboo forest in front, and dark golden light and shadow shines on the pavilion through the gaps in the bamboo forest.

It also fell on myself.

obviously.

It is already dusk in the evening.

in front of you.

The wine book was overturned.

But the wine in the bottle is still there.

The aroma of wine mixed with floral and fruity aroma filled my entire nostrils.

just.

The simple meals on the stone table were cold.

And in the pavilion.

There is no one else but myself.

What about people?

Yang Chen's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart trembled.

Is that glass of wine poisonous?

Yang Chen tried to move his body and try to sense his own condition. It seemed that nothing was wrong - at least for now, that was the case.

I thought about it.

Yang Chen started the system and locked his eyes on the remaining wine in the wine bottle.

The subtitles indicate that this is just a special fruit brew and does not have any toxic or side effects.

and so.

Then why do you become unaware of others after just one glass of wine?

Also.

the most important is.

Where are they?

Logically speaking, if his fainting was just an accident, then they would have arranged themselves properly and would not have ignored him in the pavilion.

At least Zhong Xiaowei couldn't do this.

"Xiaowei!"

"Master's aunt and grandma!"

"Wu Qianqian!"

In the pavilion.

Yang Chen called loudly, but there was no response at all.

[Xianfeng Temple] is not big.

A two-story wooden building.

There is a pavilion on the left and right.

There are two sun and moon wells in front, one yin and one yang.

On the side is a bamboo forest.

Behind is a hill.

There is a pond next to it and several vegetable patches.

You can see it all at a glance.

So where did they go?

Is it in a Taoist temple?

It's getting dark.

The dim sunset cast its gradually reddish afterglow on the roof of the Taoist temple, making this rebuilt thousand-year-old Taoist temple look a little strange.

There were no lights on in the Taoist temple.

There was no sound either.

The silence all around was eerie.

Yang Chen is a rural boy who grew up in the mountains. This kind of environment is not unfamiliar to him, and can even be said to be familiar to him.

but now.

He actually felt a little numb on his scalp.

"Master's aunt and grandma."

"Xiaowei."

"Wu Qianqian!"

Standing under the black plaque of the Taoist temple, Yang Chen called out a few more times outside the closed door.

Still no response.

I thought about it.

Yang Chen took a deep breath.

Knocked on the door.

No movement.

Then he took a deep look at the three golden characters on the black plaque [Xianfeng Temple], then pushed the door open without hesitation and walked in.

inside.

Slightly dim.

On the wall on the side of the door, fumble to find the light switch.

Turn on the light quickly.

The light comes on.

The panoramic view of the Taoist temple hall suddenly came into view.

Although this is a small wooden building with two floors, the main hall is still relatively grand. The high-ceiling main hall leads directly to the zenith. In the middle, a golden statue of the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Universalization God is enshrined.

about.

It’s the thirty-sixth Lei Shuai.

Directly in front of the statue is the altar.

On the top of the altar, there is also a gold and black plaque with the words "Nine Heavens Yingyuan Mansion" written on it.

Look up.

It looks solemn and majestic.

When people can't help themselves, they develop a feeling of insignificance and crawling.

The candles on the altar have been extinguished.

But the incense is still burning.

Although the fire was dim and not much was left, it at least proved that someone had lit incense here not long ago.

These three are just ordinary incense.

Generally it can only burn for about an hour.