Day and night tour

Chapter 58 The Origin of the Boatman
"The method to create dreams is to perceive. First, you should sketch out the details of the dream in your mind, and then hit the wake-up stick to release your perception.

If others are not on guard when they hear the sound of the wake-up call, they will be pulled into your daydream."

Yuan Buyu taught Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan first glanced at Xiao Fuzi, then closed his eyes and thought in his mind.

"A red moon hangs high in the sky. I walk in the sky, looking down at the people passing by on the ground..."

"Snapped!"

Zhou Xuan felt that the dream was almost complete, so he fanned the wooden blocks against each other, using the sound of the wooden blocks as a signal.

Xiao Fuzi trembled all over, and then returned to normal.

Zhou Xuan saw a red moon flash across the sky, and then nothing more happened.

After waiting for half a minute, Zhou Xuan looked back at Yuan Buyu and said, "It didn't work."

"What dream have you conjured up in your mind?"

"It's just like that..." Zhou Xuan told Yuan Buyu about the dream he had imagined.

Yuan was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

"I told you to dream, not to make a wish... You've already imagined yourself as a god walking in the sky!"

Yuan Buyu took a puff of water pipe, calmed down his emotions, and then said, "It's also my fault for not explaining it clearly. Daydreams are not something you can make up. There is no order to the incense.

The texture of the dream increases with the level of incense burning. The first stick of incense is just an illusion, but by the third stick of incense, it feels like reality.

Similarly, the form of dreams is also restricted by the level of incense.

When I lit the first stick of incense, I dreamed of the streets and alleys of the market.

During the second stick of incense, extreme weather conditions may appear in dreams, including thunder, lightning, wind, frost, etc.

By the third stick of incense, strange shadows and traces of gods will appear in dreams..."

"Invariably, the more mysterious and fantastic the dream is, the higher the level of incense required when having the dream; the closer the dream is to reality, the lower the level of incense required."

"Moreover, when the incense level is not high, your dreams are not real enough. The person who enters your dream will wake up if he suffers a little pain. Once he wakes up, it will be difficult to let him enter your dream again... In the end, it still depends on the incense level."

Yuan Buyu said: "The storyteller of the first stick of incense is at best just an illusionist, playing tricks. Only the storyteller of the ninth stick of incense is the real god of dreams. Anyone who enters my dream, no matter if you are a demigod or a great ghost, will be turned into dust with a snap of my fingers."

The difference between the levels of incense is like heaven and earth, mortals and gods...

Zhou Xuan talked to himself, encouraging himself: "I should lay a good foundation first. I can't be like Master, who always fantasizes. He clearly has nothing to do, but he always thinks about the ninth incense stick."

Yuan Buyu: “…”

"Hehe, boy Xuan, keep practicing. I have to go to the kitchen to cook later..." Yuan Buyu urged.

Zhou Xuan regained his spirit and began to weave dreams in his mind.

Although I failed last time, I was much more familiar with the process and dreaming became smoother.

"There was a market at Wangjia Market, and there were huge crowds of people. There were more than a dozen snack stands along the street..."

This time, Zhou Xuan made up a food dream. The dream was full of snack and pastry stalls at Wangjia City. He felt that he would not fail again.

"Snapped!"

The ringing of the wooden stick was a signal to lure people into dreams, but this time when the wake-up stick was struck, the face of the paper boatman flashed before Zhou Xuan's eyes.

It was just a flash, so fast that he didn't even have time to react...

Hearing the sound of wood,

Xiao Fuzi's body trembled again, and his eyes seemed to be filled with dust. He quickly closed his eyes and rubbed them. When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had changed drastically, and he had entered Zhou Xuansheng's dream.

He saw a plaque not far away - Wangjia Market, surrounded by snack stalls.

There were all kinds of delicious food, including tofu brain, thousand-layer cake, noodle tea, and fried hemp twists that were just out of the pan, sprinkled with sesame and icing sugar, which aroused Xiao Fuzi's greed.

He squeezed forward to the stall, drooling at the snacks, but he was just drooling. As an apprentice, he had no salary and depended on doing odd jobs to earn a little money.

On weekdays, most of the money is spent on buying cloth to make clothes, and there is no spare money for snacks.

"Wait until you become a master before eating."

Xiao Fuzi wiped his mouth with his sleeve and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered that he had helped the young boss clean the house two days ago and earned forty yuan. He was afraid that the money would be stolen, so he sewed it into the lining of his clothes.

He quickly turned up his collar, tore open a piece of cloth that was sewn on the lining, took out the bill, and bought a big fried hemp flower.

The stall owner handed him the fried dough twist. He stretched out his hand to take it, but saw human eyes growing on the dough twist, staring at him...

……

Yuan Buyu had been watching Xiao Fuzi while smoking since he started to dream. He saw Fuzi looking around and praised him secretly: "Xuan, you are very fast at grasping the situation. Your dream is so real that Xiao Fuzi didn't notice any flaws."

After a while, Xiao Fuzi tore open his clothes and took out forty yuan.

Yuan Buyu praised again: "A dream can make Xiao Fuzi so confused that he can even trick her out of her personal money... She is very perceptive."

Before he could finish praising her, he heard little Fuzi burst into tears.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Buyu walked towards Xiao Fuzi.

Zhou Xuan knew that he had made up a dream about food. Seeing that little Fuzi was crying, he misunderstood and asked, "Fuzi, are you crying because of the food in your dream?"

"Wow, eyes, eyes, there are so many pairs of eyes on a braid, it scares me to death..."

After hearing this, Yuan Buyu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and scolded: "Xuanzi, I told you to dream, not to scare people for fun, look how scared Xiao Fuzi is, I guess you won't want to eat fried dough twists for the next six months."

“I didn’t make twisted dough sticks in my dream…” Zhou Xuan was also puzzled.

But after thinking about it, he said to Yuan Buyu, "I remember now. When Xiangmu led Xiao Fuzi into my dream, I saw the paper boatman in front of me... Could it be that Mahua with eyes was the one who did this?"

"Paper boatman? Okay, I know the origin of the paper boatman."

"Who is that boatman?"

"Heh..." Yuan Buyu didn't answer. He patted the still-crying Xiao Fuzi on the shoulder and said, "Alright, alright, Xiao Fuzi, you're a grown man, are you afraid of a few eyes? If it doesn't work, ask Xuanzi for some mental damages."

Zhou Xuan also felt bad, so he took out 80 yuan and said, "Forty for your training, and forty for damages. How can I not cry after paying you?"

Xiao Fuzi was shaking with tears, wiping her tears while reaching out to take the money: "Wow... I'll take the money... Don't cry."

Zhou Xuan stuffed the money into Xiao Fuzi's hand: "Okay, go back to the house first..."

"Young Boss, I want to continue dreaming. Such a strange dream. I... I feel it is exciting. I want to do it. I love to do it."

Still doing it? Are you trying to earn compensation for my mental damage?

Zhou Xuan persuaded Xiao Fuzi to go back to the dormitory. He said to Yuan Buyu, "Old man, now that the person is gone, what should my boatman say?"

"That boatman, it's none other than you."

"I?!"

"This person has not just one consciousness, but two, one in the light and one in the dark. When you are doing your daily activities, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, your light consciousness is leading your mind. But when you fall asleep, your light consciousness is dormant, and your dark consciousness takes over your mind. The tens of thousands of murmuring thoughts in a person's dreams are all woven by the dark consciousness."

Although Yuan Buyu's words seemed roundabout, Zhou Xuan really understood them. The dark consciousness is actually the subconscious mind.

I didn't expect that Master is also a master of psychology.
"The dreams we have will also be caused by our subconscious, but the subconscious of a normal storyteller rarely appears in the Divine Revelation Secret Realm. Even if it does appear, it does not appear in a sneaky manner."

After smoking two packs of cigarettes, Yuan Buyu said, "I'm going to cook. As your master, I have a feeling that you, boy, have the potential to bring a different style to the storyteller's career."

As Yuan Buyu walked away,
Zhou Xuan let out a breath. After listening to Yuan Buyu's words, he understood his subconscious mind and why it was the eerie and strange paper boatman.

Because he had died once and escaped from the underworld...

(End of this chapter)