Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

"I will get rich after I wake up from the dream" is valid for about ten days. Depending on the number and length of the dream, when the memory of the talisman is full, the dream recording will automatically stop.

Although he was already a Jindan-stage cultivator, his abilities were limited. He would draw as many talismans as possible for the blue ones. In line with the principle of not wasting anything, Nan Fuguang naturally could not just record a strange dream and leave it at that.

Nearly ten days had passed by the time she left her cave in Taohualing, carrying the dreamcatcher that was so full that it was a little heavy.

After seeing the sun for the first time in many days, Nan Fuguang stretched his muscles, flew his sword and rode the wind. Before descending to the mortal world, he first took a stroll among the mountains surrounding Yuntian Sect, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth...
Passing by Qingyun Cliff by chance, she ran into her fellow junior brothers and sisters who were just leaving the academy that day. She heard their discussion that during the dozens of days when she had not seen the sun, her new junior sister, under the guidance of Immortal Venerable Yunshang, had successfully broken through the late stage of Qi Refining and entered the early stage of Foundation Building.

There was no lack of envy, jealousy and admiration in the tone of the discussion among the junior brothers and sisters. Indeed, it took ordinary people several decades to reach the initial stage of foundation building. Nan Fuguang was nearly sixty years old before he entered this realm.

Junior sister's progress is as fast as an arrow riding the wind and into the sky, shattering the sky with one arrow.

The Yuntian Sect has been receiving a lot of good news recently. I heard that the Yuanhai Sect next door, which has been the second-best sect for thousands of years, is now in a panic.

Nan Fuguang shook the heavy dreamcatcher in his hand and wondered blankly, is there really such a thing as luck in this world?

——Lu Sang closed her eyes and pulled to the top. She, the eldest senior sister of the Yuntian Sect, was floating on the passing line of "it's good enough to be alive"?
……

The time in the Immortal Realm is almost the same as that in the Mortal Realm, with only a time difference of about two hours, or ten days. The Mortal Realm does not look much different from the last time Nan Fuguang came...

Except that the Master of the Rare Treasures Pavilion didn't seem as happy as the usual puppy.

But she was still very interested in the dream that Nan Fuguang brought out——
An imaging mirror as tall as a person and placed on a shelf was dragged out from the warehouse. Nan Fuguang found that although the mirror was a bit old, it was not covered in dust, and it seemed that it had been used frequently recently.

The two of them sat side by side, cracking melon seeds and watching some dreams together -
Nan Fuguang woke up and became a Nascent Soul cultivator, shocking the three realms and six paths and being admitted to the "Kingfisher's Nest";
Lu Sang is a fake, Nan Fuguang is the real Shenfeng (shame.JPG);
Yan Ji'an asked Nan Fuguang to sacrifice himself to replenish Lu Sang's body in the name of saving the people...
After the above, including but not limited to a series of dreams that were either pleasurable, abusive, or shameful, Wuqiong sighed: "After you fell asleep... you were still busy? Are you shameless or stubborn? You showed me this stuff without even editing it."

"I'll show you what 'a girl's feelings are always poetic' means."

Nan Fuguang swiped the imaging mirror with his fingers, while shaking "I will get rich only when I wake up from the dream", shaking out the remaining not-so-interesting dreams -
Coming back and forth are the Shatuo trees.
Either the trees stand lush and green in the sea of ​​clouds, with the sun shining through the treetops onto the earth, or they stand lifeless and withered, a charred and yellow entity in the red dusk.

These dreams were so static that they would have been frozen into picture format if not for the occasional shaking of the treetops. Nan Fuguang muttered "waste of memory" as he quickly passed by. The last dream that took up the most memory fell out...

Before the broadcast, Nan Fuguang actually had a moment of hesitation.

Seeing her pause at this moment, Wuqiong knew that this dream must be a good thing - at least it was very exciting. She hooked her foot on Nan Fuguang's chair and dragged her back to her side, and she decisively pressed the play button.

The crazy stranger, the noisy colorful bird, the silent scholar, the irritable Nan Fuguang, the weeping divine phoenix, the cage, the seriously injured real dragon...

After the entire dream was over, the death scene began to replay with Wuqiong's loud whistle. Nan Fuguang finally felt the so-called shame and raised his hands to cover his face.

"Wow, Nan Fuguang, I really underestimated you." The Pavilion Master of the Rare Treasures looked her up and down with a sigh, "You really hate Yunshang Xianzun so much that you even created a strange man in your dream to humiliate him."

This sounds a bit strange.

Nan Fuguang raised his leg to kick Wuqiong. While the two were playing around, the light at the store door was suddenly blocked by a figure. The two men froze in place and turned their heads in unison, only to find that the person standing at the door was the famous pig butcher.

Holding a bunch of tied lotus leaves in his hand, he stared at the four gazes coming at him from the store. He stepped over the threshold, put the lotus leaves on the table, and said to Wuqiong calmly, "This is the meat you ordered."

I was stunned for a moment, then I said "Oh", and then "Oh" again.

The butcher ignored Nan Fuguang and turned to the mirror in the shop that was frozen in time at a certain scene.
The man in long boots was sitting with his legs apart arrogantly, his shiny boots stepping on the huge animal cage in front of him...
Under the mask, his chin was slightly raised, looking unruly and casual.

Butcher: “What is this?”

Nan Fuguang moved his lips and was about to say, "What does it have to do with you?"

The butcher turned to Wuqiong, who seemed to be choked, then rolled his eyes and replied, "As you can see, this is the dream of the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect. She dreamed that her beloved master was blindfolded with a black cloth, covered with bruises, and locked in a cage, dying."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

The butcher turned to the imaging mirror again and carefully looked up and down at the scene he had just glanced at... It was really somewhat unrelated to the scene described by Wuqiong, but it could not be said that she was making it up.

Pig Killer: "Are you good at describing normal scenes in a way that would not pass the censorship?"

Wuqiong: "No, the standard is that if Yunshang Xianzun is in human form, then he really won't pass the review."

Butcher: "How?"

Wuqiong: “Think about that scene.”

Over there, Nan Fuguang couldn't help but imagine the scene, so he covered his face and made an "Ahhh" noise through his fingers. The butcher was obviously still a little confused: "What?"

Wuqiong: "Lust. Love."

Butcher: “…”

Wuqiong: "Who wouldn't want to see Yunshang Xianzun, naked, bleeding, extremely vulnerable, and blindfolded?"

The butcher immediately raised his hands, firmly expressing a double "I don't want to".

……

Nan Fuguang’s dream was not very meaningful for reference. After Wuqiong laughed at her, he stood up and prepared to get some other people’s dream records to share with her.

Nan Fuguang stretched out his hand to stop her: "Wait, why do I feel that you decided to share those people's dreams with me after reading my dreams?"

Wuqiong blinked. "Sometimes being too sensitive is not a good thing," she patted the head of Yuntian Sect's senior sister, "being suspicious can easily make people dislike you."

"You didn't deny what I said."

"No, because as scholars in the mortal world, most of them really dreamed of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree! I was afraid that if you, as a person in the immortal world, had not dreamed of it, you would be sensitive about this matter... until I was sure that you were also facing that boring tree 360 ​​degrees every day in your dreams?"

Nan Fuguang was not happy to hear this, just like the people in the immortal cultivation world would never talk about discriminating against the mortals (even if some of them did think so)...
It would also be impolite to suspect a monk of such inclinations.

Besides, she really didn't.

The eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect pouted unhappily and lowered her voice, "This is why I gave you the dream catcher at a low price and exclusively! I only charged the cost price! You said you would show me the great dreams of those scholars, involving promotion, wealth and the important secrets of the world?"

"Oh," Wuqiong said, "it's not that serious."

Nan Fuguang was waiting for Wuqiong to laugh at him as usual, "What kind of bullshit secret can a scholar have?"

However, it does not.

As soon as she finished speaking, she clearly saw the owner of the Rare Treasure Pavilion in front of her change visibly from the happy puppy in the last second to the worried original form at the beginning of the day.

Wu Qiong looked outside the door nervously, lowered his voice and whispered, "The scholars are indeed reporting those dreams to me one after another, but now there is a problem... someone's dream catcher spontaneously burned down."

Nan Fuguang raised one eyebrow——
"I will be rich only when I wake up from the dream" is a little gadget she made carefully. It is not a low-quality product that was casually improved and processed based on others. The principle is the result of her designing several drafts, the talisman is drawn by her own hands, and even the net part is sewn by her own hands...
When she made that thing, she was already a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. Her craftsmanship was not very sophisticated, but what she made was definitely not an ordinary product.
Spontaneous combustion?
How can it be?
why?
Seeing Nan Fuguang's face full of question marks, Wuqiong paused and said, "Wait a minute, let me show you something first. It's a text message sent to me by a scholar whose dreamcatcher burned down recently... You——"

Nan Fuguang turned to the butcher and said, "Please step aside for a moment."

The butcher who was standing nearby and had no intention of leaving imitated her and raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked very disappointed that someone suddenly remembered that he was still standing there.

After a pause, his eyelids drooped, and he asked seriously, "What?"

"Please step aside. We are now discussing the fatal flaws of our product. Due to commercial confidentiality..." Nan Fuguang paused, "It's embarrassing for me to discuss this."

The butcher probably wanted to laugh or felt it was a bit ridiculous, so he lowered his eyes and glanced at Nan Fuguang's face lightly for a few times...
But in the end he compromised, turned around and walked leisurely towards the back hall of the Pavilion of Rare Treasures.

Nan Fuguang asked in surprise: "Why doesn't he just go back to guard the stall?"

Wuqiong pointed at the lotus leaf bun on the table and said, "Of course it's because I haven't paid yet."

……

When only Nan Fuguang and Wuqiong were left in the shop, Wuqiong simply stood up and closed the shop door.

After that, he went around to the back of the counter and fumbled around for a while. Then, under Nan Fuguang's slightly shocked gaze, Wu Qiong took out a key to the lockers behind her that were used to store treasures.

Finding a tall escalator, she climbed up to the top floor with great effort. After fiddling with it for a while, she carefully took out a brocade box from a cabinet in the most hidden corner.

The brocade box had a lock on it, and inside it was actually just a folded piece of letter paper. The letter paper was the most common paper used by ordinary scholars in the mortal world, and the ink was nothing special either.

"Take a look first." Wuqiong lowered his voice, "Tell me after you've read it whether we should continue with this matter."

Never had she seen Wuqiong, the lawless criminal who opened a black shop at the foot of Yuntian Sect Mountain, look so nervous and a little excited... Nan Fuguang looked at her suspiciously, then opened the letter in his hand.

The yellowed letter paper showed that the owner of this dream catcher was not a particularly wealthy scholar. The handwriting was a bit messy because of the rapid writing or the emotion.
This is a bit shocking.
Scholars either have to participate in the regular imperial examinations of the mortal world, or try their best to squeeze into the civil service selection of the "Kingfisher's Nest" which is open to the mortal world only once every three years...
No matter what their mentality is, writing smooth and neat handwriting is almost the first compulsory course for them to become scholars.

But this scholar didn't seem to have done it.

My boss:
See Xinan.
When writing this letter, I find it difficult to describe my feelings at this moment. If you don’t believe what I say, just treat it as nonsense as usual.
I sincerely hope you think so, because it might cause you some trouble.
First of all, before I start to tell you everything, I want you to temporarily recall the several conversations and correspondences we had before. In addition to daily dreams, I frequently mentioned that the withering and flourishing of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree also appeared in my dreams...
But most of the time the tree was dead, and I didn’t dream about much else.
But a dream I had a few days ago changed my mind. It was so real that I couldn’t believe it was just a nightmare.
Okay, after so much preparation, you may be getting impatient. Now let’s get to the point. What I want to say is: I suspect that the contents of the “Shatuo Likong Tree” code are false, and we are living in a huge lie.

Let us start with the content of "Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree".
As we all know, the first half of this book describes everything that happened around this tree since the ancient times of the ice sheet; while the second half records the development trajectory of the Three Realms civilization from ancient times to the present, and formulates the Three Realms laws in operation in the current version.
It has always been strictly enforced by the Immortal Alliance and the "Kingfisher's Nest" which symbolizes the Immortal Alliance's absolute ruling power.
Now you can open this book that everyone has, and think about a question: If one day you find out that the book describes just a man-made fairy tale, would you think that the Immortal Alliance is crazy or that you are crazy?
The first section of the third chapter of "The Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree" describes in detail what happened after the "Pillar of the World" Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree was polluted.
The tree stopped blessing the three realms, and the two lovers, Xiaohui Ri and Hengyue Xingchen, were polluted and lost their minds and became enemies.
After a life-and-death battle, both sides were injured and finally came to their senses. At the cost of their own lives, they worked together to uproot the evil Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, causing it to wither.
From then on, the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree fell into a long sleep, and they saved the people of the three realms.

——But that’s not what happened in my dream.

There is still a bloody dusk in my dreams, but the beginning of the story is not some evil pollution... A black crack like a crack in a secret realm suddenly appeared in the fiery red sky, and a monster covered with silver-white scales fell out of it.

It is huge and bulky, not much thinner than the main trunk of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, and hundreds of feet tall. Just standing there it looks like a small snowy mountain in motion... Because it is so high, its head is above the clouds. In the mist, it has a pair of long furry ears like a rabbit, reindeer horns, six pairs of bird-like wings on its back, two elephant tusks in its mouth, and one eye, which is on the back of its fur-covered head.

I know that scales, down and feathers rarely exist on the same creature at the same time in nature, but this is what it really looks like. Forgive me for not being able to describe what it looks like specifically.

Believe me, it is definitely the most terrifying existence of all the prophetic creatures I have ever seen from any information or with my own eyes. Even in my dreams, I was scared to death.

This huge monster fell from mid-air and pounced on the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree.
At the same time, the sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and there were traces of many powerful monks casting spells, but it seemed that these attacks were unable to stop the monster from pouncing on the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree. It gnawed violently at the roots of the "Pillar of the World"...
The whole tree was visibly withering.
Until the world is engulfed in flames.

The dream ends here.

When I woke up, I found that the dream catcher that recorded my dream had burned into ashes, which left me with no evidence to convince you that I really had such a strange dream. I have nothing but this letter.

I am not writing this letter to ask you to do anything. I just want to find someone to tell my inner feelings at this moment. Anyone who suddenly finds out after a good night's sleep that the worldview he has heard since childhood may be false will want to find someone to talk to.

I tried to describe these things to my colleagues, and they said that I was just too tired from studying. After all, it is extremely difficult for a mortal to be admitted into the clerical department of the Immortal Alliance.
(I seriously doubt that this is a dead end. What is the difference between questioning the "Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree" and standing at the gate of the "Kingfisher's Nest" with a butcher knife in hand?)
(But if you don't share this letter with others, I think I still have a chance)
That’s enough complaining. The dreamcatcher has been burned anyway, and maybe I will never dream again.

Also: Can you help me ask other colleagues who bought dream catchers if they also had such strange dreams?
Branch (Book)

(End of this chapter)