In the dream … The man who sat at the top of the five-story Magic Tower enjoyed the starry sky that he couldn't have been more familiar with.
To his surprise, he didn't see the fatty or himself, nor did he see the guardian of the silver-bearded dwarf who somehow showed up in this place. It was true that he needed some peace and quiet right now. He didn't need the mocking conversations that would only infuriate him. Had he been too tolerant of the female dwarf? Maybe he should take care of it after he got out.
However, he felt different today, as if something was quite active. He was even a little confused as to why he was here. After all, he wasn't the one who wanted to come in today.
Suddenly, a familiar piece of music came out. It was a lively flute with a guzheng. He hadn't heard it for more than ten years, but he still remembered it clearly. But the Dream Magic Tower had its own background music? Why didn't he learn it until today?
The melodious music wasn't classical music or a song by a celebrity, but the soundtrack of a certain puppet in a Thunderbolt Puppet Show, a famous product of the Ghost Island. But why …
"A Half-God, Half-Saint, and Half-Deity; a complete Confucian, a complete Daoist, and a complete Sage. You have thousands of books in your head, and you control half of the world. "
She had white hair, a lotus crown, a hooked eyebrow, and a red cinnabar on her forehead. She looked elegant. She wore a black Daoist robe with yellow threads. She carried a sword pouch on her back, a horsetail whisk in her right hand, and a golden leaf in her left hand. Su Huanzhen, the real version of the fragrant white lotus, walked out of the starry sky in her early appearance and chanted a poem to a certain person.
At that moment, a certain person only had one thought. Although she was wearing an early appearance, her face was thankfully in a later appearance. Otherwise, a certain person couldn't imagine what the round face would look like after it was transformed into a real person. Su Huanzhen's nickname wasn't for nothing.
"Welcome, Fellow Daoist."
A certain person, who was still in a trance, could only nod and nod. Su Huanzhen, however, put on a mischievous expression and bowed again. "Senior …"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist is great! Fellow Daoist is great! Welcome, welcome, "said Lin in a hurry. Are you kidding me? If Su Huanzhen called him "Senior," the book would be finished tomorrow. Perhaps that was not the word he was going to say, but one was not willing to bet on it.
However, the commotion made him come back to his senses. He couldn't understand why the person holding the golden leaf would appear in front of him again and again. Although he hadn't shown himself before, the golden leaf that had floated into his hand and given him a hint indicated his identity from a certain perspective. But why?
"It seems that you don't trust me. What about this one? "Su Huanzhen stepped to the side. Another person walked out from the starry sky. Similarly, he recited the poem, "Merits cover three parts of the country, named the Eight Front Formation. If the stone doesn't turn in the river, I'll lose it and swallow it up. "
The newcomer was eight feet tall, with a jade-like face and a long beard under his chin. He wore a kerchief on his head and a crane cloak on his body. He held a feather fan in his hand and looked like a celestial being. He emerged from the starry sky, and his footsteps seemed to be slow but were actually swift. In the blink of an eye, he'd already descended to the top of the pagoda, and his bearing was graceful.
He first bowed towards Su Huanzhen, "Sage Su."
"Prime Minister." Su Huanzhen returned the greeting.
The person bowed to a certain someone who was in a daze. "Pagoda Master."
Everyone was dumbfounded …
"Showing Sage Su's entrance with a poem to clear the way is a foolish imitation of Easterners. Have I offended Pagoda Master? "
A certain someone finally remembered to shake his head, but he was still dumbfounded …
"Or perhaps you don't think it's enough. What about this one? "As he spoke, the elegant and graceful middle-aged scholar with a feather fan in his hand retreated to the side.
Another person appeared in the starry sky, riding on a strange object. Its face was long like a horse's, its horns like a deer's, its hooves like an ox's, and its tail like a donkey's. Its hooves generated clouds as it carried an old fisherman. He recited loudly, "Ziya has fallen to the mortal world, a white-haired, grumbling savage. I've become an old clumsy man several times, I've stepped into the world time and time again, I've become angry with each other. Wanxi has yet to enter the dream of a flying bear, Wei's river is peaceful, Rui Lin. The winds and clouds of the world have begun the imperial enterprise, I'm eight hundred years old. "
An old man with white hair and a white beard arrived at the top of the pagoda. He had a fishing rod on his back and a fish basket tied to his waist. The old man nimbly dismounted from his mount and came to Lin. He cupped his hands and greeted him. "I'm Jiang Shang. Greetings, Pagoda Master."
A certain someone knelt, completely knelt down!
When things were too bizarre, the first possibility that a certain someone thought was that his other two selves were messing with him. In the dream, he could change at will, regardless of appearance, style, clothes, or even gender.
But there was one thing that he couldn't do, and that was clone. Whether it was a mirror clone or a clone that could do different things, neither of them could do it in this dream. In other words, when he saw the third person appear, Lin knew that all this had nothing to do with his other two selves.
So, these people in front of him were the real deal?
No! Two of them were dead people that only appeared in history, and one was a puppet that wasn't even a living person that would appear in front of him. No matter what the reason was, he knelt down.
At the top of the Dream Magic Tower, a square table was set up at this moment, with four people sitting on each side. Apart from Lin, there were three other people, the old man, the middle-aged man, and the young man. A pot of fragrant tea was brewed on the table. It was Tieguanyin, a pot of good tea that a certain someone had drunk before his transmigration. Of course, it wasn't the best, because that kind of thing couldn't be imagined and manifested in this dream because he had never drunk it before.
As a tea boy, Lin filled the cups for the three experts and said at the same time, "That is to say, you are actually you, but you are also not you."
"Although it's a bit of a mouthful, it's not wrong to understand it this way."
"You exist in Alaya and shape your own body with his heart. You enjoy collective memory, but you have your own personality, so you are not limited to the era and the theme. As long as people recognize you, it makes sense. Is this the reason why the East needs to be worshipped and the West needs to fight for faith? "
"Yes. Wasn't the so-called God something that was imagined by man, shaped by man, and interpreted by man? That's why when I became a god and enjoyed immortality on the Investiture of the Gods List, I had to do it, and I was unwilling to die. It's easy to be an immortal, but difficult to be a god. "Jiang Ziya blew carefully and took a sip of the hot tea.
Looking at this picture, a certain someone was speechless. He asked, "Is the Investiture of the Gods true or false?"
"True or false, false or true. It depends on whether you believe it or not." The old man smiled kindly and said something that didn't make any difference.
However, this reminded a certain someone of his previous plan. He whispered, "This means that if I can find a way to bring the World Tree back to Earth and plant it, it will be very promising."
Waving his feather fan, Zhuge Liang said, "That's right, but this is also something that we don't want you to do."
Don't want it? "Why?" Lin asked.
"Seven hundred years ago, Liu Bowen killed the dragon, and a hundred years ago, Sun Wen changed the origin of the world. Tower Master, you don't think that these things are aimless, do you?" Su Huanzhen said with a smile.
The decline of martial arts, the rise of technology, and the end of the Dharma Age on Earth were deliberately manipulated by 'people'? "Is this what you want? Why? "
"It's just a coincidence that we're gradually walking down this path."
"Then what's wrong with returning to that world? Unlike now, when the East is suppressed by the West. "
Jiang Ziya, however, shook his head and said, "Tower Master, changing dynasties is not a trivial matter. Have you ever thought about the price that the East will have to pay for such a shocking change just so that the East can suppress the West? According to you, the government and the consortiums are not good, but what about the sects and clans? In my opinion, it's the same. As for coexistence, that's even more ridiculous. How can a mountain accommodate two tigers? When two tigers fight, it's fine if one of them wins or loses, but if both of them are seriously injured, who will be the winner? "
Lin could only smile bitterly after hearing that. In many Xianxia novels and Western superhero comics, what was depicted in them was not a scene of a harmonious world, but an even more brutal competition. Speaking of which, was it any different from reality? It was like rowing a boat against the current. If you didn't move forward, you would fall back.
However, this made people even more confused. "If that's the case, why did I come to this world in the first place?"
"To change the unchanging," Su Huanzhen said. "Naturally, there are smart people who can push forward the evolution of the world. However, if it's delayed for too long, or if it's stagnant, a little change will be needed. That's why the Tower Master was traded here. "
"Traded?" Lin's eyes lit up when he heard this. He asked, "Who was traded back?"
Su Huanzhen pinched her fingers and said with great familiarity, "A long time ago, there was Wang Mang of the new dynasty and Liu Xiu of the eastern dynasty. In the modern west, there was Eversley Presley and Steven Jobbers. As for the famous figures in the modern east, it was Mao … "
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, stop. I know who you're talking about, so let's stop here. Otherwise, the book won't be finished tomorrow, but will be completed. So, can I achieve something as great as those people? "
"Not necessarily." The old man, middle-aged man, and young man shook their heads at the same time and shrugged regretfully. Zhuge Liang was even more direct. "Ordinary people will perish and die. There are very few outstanding people in the world. "
Su Huanzhen laughed and said, "Don't underestimate yourself, Tower Master. Among the many people who came for the exchange, there were very few who could meet us. Those who can find a way to return home are even rarer. We certainly won't be stingy with our help for such people. "
"Is the condition that we do what you want?"
"No." Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan again and said, "It's easy to borrow our strength. But where does the strength come from? It's difficult to cross the river if the plank road isn't repaired. Similarly, without the help of the World Tree, we wouldn't be able to sit here and talk about it. Tower Master, you should think about how to fix it first. "
Zhuge Liang's words were quite clear. Lin naturally thought about it in his mind. However, being able to reach such heights didn't really make him feel relieved. Instead, he was more confused and troubled. Lin asked, "Is there really no limit to borrowing the power of Earth? Why do I feel that it's not very reliable? "
"Haha, of course there is." Su Huanzhen pointed at the sky with her right hand and the earth with her left. "Where the stars are, we are." Then, Zhuge Liang and Jiang Taigong also pointed at the sky with one hand and the earth with the other and said at the same time. Then, more of the same actions and the same words came from all directions. Their voices rumbled like angry waves and the rumbling of the earth. Countless people were under the stars.
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