He took the lacquer box and walked upstairs. Ling Ping'an put it on the top of the refrigerator.
Then, he yawned and walked into the bedroom. After putting on his slippers, he immediately shrank into the quilt.
Although he was not actually cold.
But...
This was a habit.
Winter was coming. He had to respect winter!
Soon, he fell into a deep sleep and entered a sweet dream.
When he fell asleep, small monsters the size of pigeons emerged from the illusion.
They surrounded the lacquer box on the top of the refrigerator.
The seven-colored lacquer box was surrounded by spiritual light.
Twisted tentacles stretched out from the abdomen of these small monsters.
The tentacles slowly touched the lacquer box.
The color on the lacquer box faded, revealing the essence inside.
Rotten, tattered, and demonic fog lingered on it.
The tentacles pulled out a tattered invitation card from the rotten lacquer box.
The invitation card was unfolded.
There was only one word on it.
Written with blood and tears as ink, and with souls and spirits as pens: injustice!
As soon as this word was written, the entire living room was instantly covered in frost and snow.
"Heh!" The thin man who was completely immersed in the darkness seemed to appear in the living room.
He reached out and took the invitation card.
"Injustice?" His expressionless face, where even his facial features had been swallowed by the darkness, actually had a mocking expression.
As the master\'s messenger.
As the executor of the great master\'s will.
He didn\'t even bother to pay attention to the complaint of such an ant.
He even hated such behavior.
Crossing levels...
This was blasphemy!
But...
He held the invitation card, but he didn\'t dare to tear it up.
He didn\'t dare to destroy the corpse and destroy the world.
Although he had done such a thing countless times.
But in the end...
He didn\'t have the guts!
He knew his master\'s temper.
He also understood the consequences of doing that.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally had no choice but to take the invitation card and kneel in front of his master\'s bed.
Everything could only be decided by the great and eternal master.
Everything was the result of his random choice.
Good and evil, good and evil, were not important at all.
What was important was that he was happy.
The master who was sleeping gently turned over.
Whoosh... Whoosh...
… …
Mei Qing was almost personally sent out of the poison barrier by the freak who called himself the\ 'Nine Spirit Saint\'.
"Fairy, take care..." the nine-headed freak slowly retreated inside the poison barrier.
She raised her head and looked at the sun in the sky.
She couldn't believe that she was able to walk out alive.
She clutched the black booklet in her hand tightly.
She knew that this was her greatest reliance.
She took a deep breath and thought of something. She quickly took out the gourd and the red cloth from her bosom.
Opening the stopper of the gourd, clear water rippled within, and a faint fragrance seeped out.
He looked at the Crucian Carp in the red cloth.
Every single one of them was alive and kicking!
"Let's go back first!" Mei Qing thought.
She had to rush back to save her teacher's life!
… …
In his daze, Ling Ping'an felt that there seemed to be someone in front of his bed.
He turned over and opened his eyes. He could vaguely see that person's shadow.
It seemed to be a thin man kneeling in front of his bed.
"Little Ao …" he blurted out, "You've come …"
The other party didn't say anything.
The figure in front of the bed also disappeared without a trace.
Ling Ping'an didn't think too much about it. He turned over and continued to sleep.
In his dreams, he had seen many strange things.
He didn't even think about why he called out 'Little Ao'.
Because there was no need for logic in dreams.
He continued to sleep.
Everything in the dream was incomparably comfortable.
Rumble … Rumble …
Crack crack crack … Crack crack crack …
Vaguely, these chaotic sounds seemed to ring in his ears again.
Like a lullaby, it made Ling Ping'an fall into an even deeper dream.
"Great soul of machines …" In the shadows, he seemed to hear the prayers of countless people.
It was as if he saw huge chimneys rising from the ground in front of him.
The iron and steel factory that spewed thick smoke appeared from nowhere in the desert.
Something seemed to be singing in the red molten iron.
The rumbling engine seemed to be right by his ears.
The woman of steel with wings soared in the sky.
Pieces of steel ingots were forged, then processed into parts and assembled into a magnificent mechanical hall.
The gears were turning and the chains were rolling.
This was a magnificent building made of steel and machinery.
It was a miraculous building!
But …
"What is the energy source for this thing?" He smiled.
The dream continued to fall.
He saw a desolate planet.
In the orbit above the planet, in the huge spaceport, a huge object was being assembled.
Countless huge turrets had been hoisted up.
The light of the star was projected from afar.
The armor on the spaceport reflected dazzling light.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear a voice echoing in the universe.
"Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!"
In the blink of an eye, the dream world changed.
He seemed to have appeared in the depths of the mountains where poisonous fog and poisonous water flowed.
"Ugh …" he looked around.
It seemed to be a cave?
In the cave, all kinds of strange-looking people who looked like monsters on TV looked at him.
These monsters kowtowed in unison, "Buddha is merciful!"
Ling Ping'an was stunned. He lowered his head and looked down at his body.
He found that he seemed to be sitting cross-legged on a completely black lotus platform.
He also seemed to be wearing a black kasaya.
"What you think about during the day, you dream at night..." he thought, "It seems that I dreamed of myself..."
Thinking of this, he laughed.
"Rise!" He quickly got into his role.
How could he not be familiar with the characters he wrote?
Lawless!
Cool and domineering!
A typical protagonist of a novel!
He was the kind of character who would care about the flood after he died!
"Thank you, Buddha!" The monsters were overjoyed and kowtowed one after another.
A guy who seemed to have a yellow lion head walked in front of Ling Ping'an at this moment and kowtowed, "Buddha is merciful!"
"Little Yellow Lion dares to die, please uphold justice for me!"
Ling Ping'an looked at its appearance and roughly understood in his heart.
"Indeed, what you think about during the day, you dream at night..." he thought, "Tonight, I just saw the copied lacquer box invitation and I dreamed of the real person at night!"
"Moreover, it's a world view mixed with mine..."
He asked calmly, "What grievances do you have?"
He heard the Yellow Lion Spirit crying and kowtowing, "Reporting to Buddha, Little Yellow Lion, ever since I had intelligence, I have always followed the teachings of my ancestors..."
"Don't talk about eating people..."
"Even if you want to eat meat, you have to take out money and let the little monsters buy it from the merchants!"
Ling Ping'an nodded. This was the truth!
The Yellow Lion Spirit in the Journey to the West could be said to be a model for monsters.
He actually gave money to do business and even allowed to bargain!
In the original work, Monkey and Bajie, who had transformed into merchants, were actually allowed to enter the mountain instead of being eaten.
But...
In the end...
Under the golden cudgel, the cudgel transcended and all the monsters on the mountain, big and small, were killed!
In comparison, the roc of the Lion Camel Ridge swallowed countless people and countless heavenly soldiers and generals in one gulp.
But not a single hair was lost!
There was also the deer demon of Che Chi Country who used the heart and liver of a child to make medicine.
It was also useless!
It was not only the Yellow Lion Spirit!
In the Journey to the West, what bad things did the three brothers of the Deer Strength Immortal in Fengxian County do?
Hmm...
Letting the monks reform through labor might be counted!
But they did a lot of good things.
Praying for rain, praying for blessings, and so on.
In the end?
The three brothers turned into ashes together...
He heard the Yellow Lion Spirit crying, "This little demon has never harmed anyone in my life... but I was killed after stealing the weapons of that master and disciple..."
"Now that the little demon's body is dead and my soul is scattered, only leaving behind a wisp of remnant will. With the protection of Buddha, I am here!"
"But the four of them are doing very well …"
"This little demon heard that Tang Seng is now lying high in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Chang'an and is a mighty figure in the Eastern Land..."
"That monkey returned to Huaguo Mountain and dominated a region. He called himself the Great Sage Chutian!"
"That pig demon returned to Gao Lao Village. He had three wives and four concubines. He was very happy!"
"That Sand Monk is still eating people and drinking blood in the Tongtian River. He is very happy!"
"Even that little white dragon has already unified the four seas and become the revered dragon of the four seas!"
"And this little demon can only be trapped in this mountain. The time he is awake every day is only 45 minutes..."
"The rest are muddle-headed and go crazy..."
"This little demon heard that the Skyless Buddha has always been fair! The scriptures that he passed down are for people to cultivate in this life and be happy with gratitude and enmity... "
"But why is the Buddha so unfair?"
As it spoke, it kowtowed heavily, its eyes weeping with blood.
Ling Ping'an was stunned when he heard this.
Because he felt that what this demon said seemed to make sense!
In that book, in his settings, there seemed to be things like being happy with gratitude and enmity and only seeking this life.
Now, in this dream, he suddenly woke up.
There seemed to be something wrong with the logic.
This was a little awkward.
Fortunately, there was nothing that a web writer could not salvage.
Ling Ping'an chuckled, "You little demon, why are you so muddle-headed!"
The Yellow Lion Spirit raised its head.
Ling Ping'an pinched his finger and casually pointed. A black spiritual light landed on the top of its head.
"Let me show you the world from hundreds of years ago..."
With a wave of his hand, time and space turned upside down and the world changed.
Everything around him was changing rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, green water, green mountains, birds singing and flowers fragrant.
Ling Ping'an gently pulled the Yellow Lion Spirit and brought it through thousands of mountains and rivers, landing on the Lion Camel Ridge.
This kind of illogical thing could only happen in a dream, and only in a dream would people not find it strange.
"Look..."
Ling Ping'an pointed at the Lion Camel Ridge, which was filled with demonic fog and human and demon corpses that had their flesh cut off and bones shaved off.
"This is the Lion Camel Ridge..."
"At the foot of the Spiritual Mountain, at the intersection of the Western Heaven..."
"Do you remember what Tathagata once said?"
"I observe the four major continents. The good and evil of all living beings are different. The people of the Dongsheng Divine Continent respect the heavens and the earth, and their hearts are calm. Although the people of the Northern Giant Reed Continent like to kill, it's only to make a living. Their nature is humble and they don't do much harm. The people of the Aparagodānīya Continent are not greedy and do not kill. They nurture their Qi and potential spirit. Although they are supreme and everyone has a long life, the people of the Southern Continent are greedy and take pleasure in misfortune.
"" Yellow Lion, look, can this place be considered as' not greedy and killing, nurturing Qi and potential spirit '? "A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ling Ping'an's mouth.
The Yellow Lion Spirit looked at the Lion Camel Ridge in front of him in a daze. This was the country at the foot of the Spiritual Mountain at the entrance of the Western Heaven.
If this place was not greedy and killing, then...
Its Leopard Head Mountain could be considered a paradise on earth and a Buddhist kingdom on earth!
Ling Ping'an chuckled and waved his hand again.
He had already appeared in the Eastern Lands with the Yellow Lion Spirit.
A monk was riding a white horse as he slowly traversed the lofty mountains and precipitous ridges.
The surrounding green mountains and clear waters were like a paradise.
Ling Ping'an smiled faintly, "Yellow Lion Spirit, look at this place. It's' greedy and delighting in misfortune, killing more '. As the saying goes, the mouth is a fierce field and potential spirit is a sea of evil'?"
The Yellow Lion Spirit looked at the mountain ridge that had not even seen a bit of demonic fog. It shook its head.
"Then do you know why Tathagata is like this?" Ling Ping'an turned around and asked.
The Yellow Lion Spirit shook its head.
Ling Ping'an laughed, "There's nothing else... Tathagata's so-called righteousness is just because of faith!"
"Only those who believe in his Mahayana Buddhism and recite his Mahayana Buddhist scriptures are righteous people. Only those who are worthy of 'not greedy and killing, nurturing Qi and potential spirit'!"
"Therefore, although the Lion Camel Ridge treats humans as livestock and even swallows the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals alive..."
"In broad daylight, they burn, kill, and pillage..."
"However, the entire Lion Camel Ridge is filled with the wings of Tathagata..."
"They all praise his Dharma and Buddhist scriptures..."
"Therefore, even if Tathagata opens his eyes, he still has to say, 'My Aparagodaniya Continent is not greedy and does not kill, nurturing Qi and potential spirit'!"
"And this Eastern Lands is the land of Daoism. Without chanting his Buddhist scriptures and Dharma, he has to open his eyes to criticize and slander!"
"I can't stand the hypocritical face of Tathagata, so I shattered his golden body..."
"But..."
He turned around and looked at the Yellow Lion Spirit, "As the saying goes, there's a difference between close and distant..."
"Those four masters and disciples have received my grace and are my minions..."
"Therefore, even if they burn, kill, and pillage, they are still my minions!"
"This is the true scripture that I have passed down!"
"Shatter the hypocrisy and return to the truth!"
The Yellow Lion Spirit was stunned at first when he heard this. Then, he came to a realization and bowed his head, "Buddha is merciful. I understand!"
Ling Ping'an chuckled and waved his hand.
He returned to the cave that was filled with poisonous water and was filled with poisonous mist.
One by one, the demons bowed their heads in worship.
The Yellow Lion Spirit kowtowed three hundred times and was extremely grateful, "Thank you, Buddha, for your advice!"
"I must work hard and diligently cultivate the true scripture of Buddha!"
Ling Ping'an nodded and looked like a child who could be taught, "Good! Good! "
At this point in the dream, he woke up.
The sky was already bright. The sounds of cars and people on the streets outside entered his ears one after another.
Ling Ping'an scratched his head, "Strange... I seem to have had a dream about Journey to the West..."
He recalled the dream.
"I seem to have dreamed that I became the Skyless Buddha in my book..."
"I also seemed to have dreamed of a demon?"
He scratched his head. Many of the details of the dream were very clear, making him think that he was the Skyless Buddha.
It was only when he woke up that he realized that he was still himself.
An ordinary, powerless bookstore owner.
"Hehe..." he got up and shook his head, "How strange..."
"It seems that it should be because of the reader who came last night..." he said.
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