Day and night tour

Chapter 73 Fifth Level Method
Yuan Buyu didn't care about the vinegar at all. He put the bottle on the stove and ran out of the kitchen.

"Yuantou, how do we prepare this dish?"

"Just shovel it out and feed it to the pigs. Just deal with it."

Not long after, Yuan Buyu arrived at the corner of the outer courtyard, where Zhou Xuan was calculating Xiao Fuzi's wages.

Because his dream was so horrible, Xiao Fuzi felt that it was too difficult to earn the seventy dollars, so he backed out and refused to dream again.

Zhou Xuan could only give him a small incentive - he would pay Xiao Fuzi the 70 yuan salary as usual, but every time he entered a dream, he would give Xiao Fuzi an extra 3 yuan tip, and after each dream, he would accompany Xiao Fuzi into the dream together.

"I'm not greedy for money, Young Master. I just want to accompany you because I'm afraid you'll be frightened by your own dream."

Xiao Fuzi took the three yuan bill from Zhou Xuan and put it in his trouser pocket.

"Xuan boy, did you really enter Xiao Fuzi's dream just now?"

Yuan Buyu shouted loudly.

Zhou Xuan heard the sound, turned around, and said jokingly, "Old Yuan, I was the only one who sensed your arrival in advance. If it were someone else, wouldn't they be scared to death by your sudden roar from behind?"

"Did you just enter Xiao Fuzi's dream?" Yuan Buyu just wanted to figure out this question.

"Yes." Zhou Xuan responded without thinking there was anything wrong.

"Entering a dream and strolling in the garden is a trick that we storytellers can perform after three sticks of incense!"

"Master, you came all this way just to tease me?"

Zhou Xuanya didn't believe Yuan Buyu's words. After all, the content of his speech was too mysterious.

He has also been lighting incense for several days. He is not a complete novice. At least he knows clearly that any disciple who lights incense in the hall can comprehend one method after burning one incense stick. How can he comprehend the method of three incense sticks when he hasn't even finished burning one incense stick?

"Look at my expression, do I look like I'm teasing you?"

"Not really. You're just teasing others. You're not that serious."

“During the time of one stick of incense, if you imagine yourself in a dream beforehand, you are in a dream; if you do not imagine yourself in a dream beforehand, you are not in a dream.

But when the third incense stick is burning, even if you have not imagined yourself into the dream in advance, you can still enter and exit the dream at will after the dream comes into being. This is called strolling in the garden!
How did you get into Xiao Fuzi's dream?"

After listening to it, Zhou Xuan scratched his head and said, "I just heard Xiao Fuzi crying, and then I wanted to see what was scary in my dream, so I went to take a look out of curiosity, and then I walked in."

"So easy?"

Yuan Buyu thought about it, struck the wake-up stick, and the dream enveloped Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan only felt that he was walking barefoot on the blue sea. The salty sea breeze caressed his face and he could feel the softness of the sand on the soles of his feet.

"Snapped."

Yuan Buyu's second dream started again.

The beach around Zhou Xuan turned into a dense forest, with birds singing and flowers blooming, the soil was moist, and water drops fell from the leaves and hit the moss.

"Snapped."

Yuan Buyu had a third dream.

The dense forest turned into a snack street, with vendors selling fried rice, sour plum soup, and fried cakes... the smells of all kinds of food intertwined into a complex aroma that tempted people's appetite and wafted all over the street.

"Snapped."

The wake-up stick sounded again, and Yuan Buyu dispelled the dream.

Zhou Xuan returned to the familiar dirt field outside the Zhou family compound.

"Did you feel the three layers of dreams just now?"

Yuan Buyu asked.

"Feel."

"You also make up three layers of the same dream and use my dream to make me dream."

Yuan Buyu closed his eyes.

There is no doubt that Zhou Xuan is at the level of a stick of incense. The dream of a stick of incense has too many flaws, which are too easy for a master like Yuan Buyu to find.

Once the flaw is found, the dream will be shattered.

He closed his eyes just to slow down his search for flaws.

Zhou Xuan first went over the details of the seaside, sea breeze, beach, small waves, etc. in his mind, and then he conceived a dream and struck the wood to bring it into being.

When Yuan Buyu heard the sound of woodcuts, he smelled the salty sea breeze and heard the sound of waves.

"Crash."

After the sound of waves rose for a few times, Yuan Buyu could feel the chirping of birds and the rustling of cicadas, accompanied by the smell of soil.

His brows were furrowed.
"Fried rice cakes, delicious rice cakes."

“Fried rice, fried rice, each grain is crispy, children drooling when they smell it…” The hawking sounds along the street made Yuan Buyu have a big “Chuan” character between his eyebrows.

"Snapped!"

With the muffled sound of the wake-up stick, Zhou Xuansheng’s dream ended.

Yuan Buyu's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were like torches, staring at Zhou Xuan intently, his throat felt dry and he couldn't make a sound. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"What you just used was the storyteller's four incense sticks technique - it was like a dream, and it could quickly switch between dreams..."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

"Come again."

Yuan Buyu closed his eyes again and instructed Zhou Xuan: "This time, create a dream at random, but in the dream, you must imagine a fox spirit or a wild ghost!"

"it is good!"

Zhou Xuan agreed, but he had not seen many fox spirits or wild ghosts, so he recalled the yellow-skinned man who came to listen to the story yesterday.
The yellow fox has a narrow and pointed head, a slender body, a round belly, and shiny fur on its back... All the details are so touching.
As the dream came into being, Yuan Buyu smelled a pungent odor that was unique to yellow weasels. It was the smell of a weasel's fart, like rotten eggs that had been fermenting for several days.

He followed the smell and touched Wong Tai Sin's belly. It was hairy, but there was no evil scent of monsters in the hair.

This is the flaw.
The dream shattered spontaneously.

The look in Yuan Buyu's eyes when he looked at Zhou Xuan had completely changed. He was filled with confusion and doubt. He even wondered if the world had changed.

"What you just used was the storyteller's five-stick incense trick, called nightmare haunting!"

"what?!"

Zhou Xuan himself was shocked. If it wasn't for Yuan Buyu's words, he really thought the other party was trying to trick him.

With the level of one incense stick, he can use the means of five incense sticks!

"Why is this?"

Yuan Buyu raised his head and looked up at the sky, trying to find a response from the vast and misty sky.

"Um, come again..." He didn't wait for a response. He felt very complicated inside, excited and confused. He had now begun to try to accept what Zhou Xuan had just done, but still wanted to continue exploring Zhou Xuan's limits.

Yuan Buyu closed his eyes again and said, "Xuan Zi, this time you wove a god in your dream..."

"God? I've never seen one."

Zhou Xuan had never seen any so-called gods when he came to Jingguo. He had seen strange ghosts, but they did not reveal their true forms. Whether it was the "Mother of Buddhas" or the "Food is Heaven", they were all hidden in the body of the "foot".

It's definitely not okay to make up something you haven't seen before.

"Uh, wait a minute."

Yuan Buyu went back to the house and took out a portrait.

The portrait shows a storyteller holding a bamboo fan and a wooden rattle.

His beard was gray, his figure was as thin as a crane, his white shirt sleeves fluttered in the wind, and he looked like an immortal. In the center of his forehead, there was a mark of fire.

"Isn't this our ancestor?" Zhou Xuan looked at the portrait when he went to Yuan Buyu's room.

"He is also the first sun-wandering god in the world. He takes the name of the divine bird Bifang as his own. You should remember his appearance and imagine it in your dreams."

After Yuan Buyu's detailed instructions, Zhou Xuan also carefully memorized Bifang's appearance, even figuring out the position of the beard on his face.

This is the ancestor, we have to be more meticulous.

After he had a clear idea of ​​the portrait, Zhou Xuan struck a tree and had a dream.

A dream enveloped Yuan Buyu, but this dream failed.
The moment the image of Bifang appeared in the dream, the dream was shattered.

Zhou Xuan tried twice more and failed.

"Six Sticks of Incense's method is still not up to par... What a pity..." Yuan Buyu sighed.

But soon, he realized: "What a pity for my size!"

The disciple had only learned one incense stick, but he had already mastered the skills of five incense sticks. This was something he had never heard of in his decades of traveling around the country.

just,

Where did this five-stick incense trick come from?
He doesn't understand,
Perhaps, there are too many things about this disciple that are hard to understand.

"By the way, Xuanzi, how much incense have you burned now?"

"Including the storytelling performance yesterday, I've already burned almost six inches."

"It's almost burned six inches, and you've mastered the technique of burning five incense sticks..."

When Yuan Buyu thought of this, he suddenly had a bold guess: "Maybe... maybe you understood one level of skills after burning one inch of incense, but because the incense didn't burn six inches, you didn't master the skills of six sticks of incense?!"

(End of this chapter)