I am a fairy

Chapter 192 Thousands of people came into my dream
late at night.

Thousands of lights flickered, and hundreds of gold-plated vermilion lanterns lit up on both sides of the street, and the area in front of the Yunzhong Palace turned into a sea of ​​golden red in an instant.

"Chirp!"

"Boom!"

"Chiu...Bang..."

In the distance, dense fireworks shot up into the sky, turning into trees of fire and silver flowers, making the night never sleepy.

"Oh!"

"Grandpa, Mom, look over there, flowers are blooming above the clouds."

“There is such a magnificent sight in the world.”

"Are we in a dream?"

The crowd standing in front of the gate of Yunzhong Temple also cheered in an instant.

Some people are immersed in this beautiful scenery without realizing it, while others are so beautiful that they suddenly realize that this is no longer the human world and they are wondering if they are in a dream.

This world is still the human world, but it has become unlike the world they know.

Inside the Yunzhong Temple.

The Taoists, shamans, and musicians who appeared during the day also appeared here one by one. The sounds of drums and music rang out, and the shamans danced with Nuo masks.

Repeating what they had done during the day but had not completed completely.

"Buzz~"

As the inner vermilion door was pushed open.

A large hall filled with murals of demons and monsters, as well as statues of gods atop the hall, was revealed.

If you look closely, you can see a snake pressing down on one corner of the altar.

The Taoist also shouted: "Welcome the gods!"

At this time, rays of light poured out from the hall, blinding the people outside and making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

as if.

The door of the hall does not open to the space connecting to the hall, but an entrance that spans yin and yang.

As the light faded, the scene inside the hall reappeared.

For an instant.

Everyone looked at the hall in disbelief.

The hall was ablaze with white light, and the bright lights were like a dream.

But none of this matters. What matters is that the demons and monsters originally painted on the wall began to wriggle one by one.

In full view.

Everyone saw these demons and monsters walking out of the mural.

These monsters, some tall, some short, some hideous, some funny, appeared vividly in front of everyone.

"what!"

"Alive...alive...alive..."

The dance of shamans also stopped. The shamans wearing Nuo masks and playing the roles of mountain gods, demons and monsters looked into the hall, while the demons and monsters also looked outside.

They never imagined that the being they played would actually appear before their eyes at this moment.

And then.

Those demons and monsters also appeared outside the hall and danced along with the shamans wearing Nuo masks.

Watching the spirits from all directions, various earth gods, and mountain monsters walk out of the murals one after another and join in the witches' dance.

The witches and shamans were so frightened that their legs went limp, and even the musicians turned pale with fright, but they continued to dance and play the sacrificial music by instinct.

As the demons and monsters got closer, a witch finally couldn't help but fall to the ground in fear.

"Bang!"

The gifts they were holding in their hands also fell to the ground.

Although they had played these characters for half their lives, this was the first time they came into contact with these beings face to face.

As the sorcerer fell, the others also stopped, and the musicians also stopped one by one, crawling under the tables in fear.

"Hey Hey!"

The ghost also laughed when he saw this, as if he was mocking this cowardly mortal.

But then.

The ghost picked up the box that the witch dropped on the ground, and then lifted it high with exaggerated and deformed steps.

Compared with the Nuo dance performed by witches and shamans, the dance of ghosts and gods is more exaggerated and more bizarre.

In this hall filled with golden light, one even feels as if it were a gorgeous world of demons and monsters.

The ghosts and gods screamed and cried, with a humble and respectful attitude, as if they were trying to please the gods in the sky.

At this time, the temple keeper shouted loudly.

"Don't stop, keep on playing the drums and the music!"

The shaman who played the role of ghosts, gods and monsters finally stood up, followed those ghosts, gods, monsters and monsters sweating profusely, and then began to dance the Nuo dance.

However, they discovered that these demons and monsters did not eat humans, but came only to offer sacrifices to the gods. Everything they did was just to please the ancient gods on the stage. The musician finally came out from under the table, and the sounds of drums and music rang out again.

When the people in the courtyard of Yunzhong Temple and outside saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded.

It was completely different from the sacrificial ceremonies seen during the day.

At this moment.

Thousands of lights illuminate the ancient city, the night is full of fireworks, ghosts, gods, demons and mortals dance together, and the two worlds of yin and yang can no longer be separated.

Along with this grand ceremony of worshipping the gods and the dance to welcome them, this time the gods really descended from the sky.

In front of Yunzhong Temple.

Several people dressed as scribes were standing in front of the steps, in exactly the same position as they were during the day, without a single mistake.

They didn't understand how they suddenly came here. They had clearly been burning incense and praying under the sacred tree not long ago, asking the demon god Bashe to bring disaster upon the people of the Wu Dynasty and to kill Wen Shenyou without a burial place.

In order to express their piety, everyone agreed to burn incense and pray under the tree all night, as if their prayers could turn into an evil curse and be cast on the people of the Wu Dynasty and Wen Shenyou.

The leading scribe rubbed his eyes and stared at the scene inside.

This time.

He did not leave angrily, but pointed inside with great surprise and spoke loudly to his friends beside him.

He stiffened his neck and spoke very forcefully: "Of course, these must be the demons sent by Bashe to capture Wen Shenyou."

The fat scholar at the side nodded continuously: "Today we offered sacrifices to the demon god, but we didn't expect it to show its power so soon."

Everyone responded: "This must be the spirit of the Bashen, which has attracted the demons."

But some people felt something was not right: "This is clearly a ceremony to worship Yun Zhongjun. If the Bashe appeared, why would it be at the ceremony to worship the God of Chu?"

Other scholars said: "Look at those demons and monsters. They are clearly the demons that were carved in the Bashe Temple before. They are the demons under the seat of the Bashe. Who else could have appeared here?"

Everyone didn't care at all about what that person said was wrong. They just believed what they believed, with expectation in their eyes, hoping that when they woke up tomorrow morning they would hear the good news that Wen Shenyou was being killed by ghosts and gods.

but.

At this moment, there was movement on the long street behind him.

As the ghosts, gods, spirits, sorcerers and musicians danced together, the ceremony of welcoming the gods reached its most critical moment, and a response came from the long street.

Everyone turned around and saw a huge shadow slowly appearing above the crowded street.

It seemed hazy and unreal at first, but as we got closer to the Yunzhong Temple, it became more and more real.

It was a divine chariot carried by sixteen tall gods and ghosts. The gods and ghosts were taller than the eaves, and the chariot floated over everyone's heads like a cloud.

"Mortals are afraid of it!"

"mortal……"

In front, there were two taller and more terrifying ghosts and gods leading the way. Wherever they passed, people prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to look directly at them.

soon.

The divine chariot carried by sixteen tall ghosts and gods arrived in front of the Yunzhong Temple.

Everyone around him had already knelt on the ground, but the scholar in the lead still wanted to take a look which god was sitting on the divine chariot.

The scholar wanted to see the tall ghost, so he could only look up. Even if he stood up straight, he could not reach the waist of the ghost.

Finally, the moment when the Dharma carriage entered the Yunzhong Temple.

He saw that sitting on the cloud-like divine chariot was a deity with a halo behind his head. He was wearing a black robe embroidered with the sun, moon and stars.

The face of the god that was faintly visible in the round light was clearly the same as the statue on the altar in the temple.

This definitely can't be the demon god Bashe.

But it’s Yun Zhongjun.

The moon in the sky was so huge that the chariot looked more like a cloud, and the gods on it looked even more mysterious.

"Ah, it's Yun Zhongjun!"

"Really...really...a god."

The scholar stepped back again and again, his mouth dry and his throat feeling like it was on fire.

At this moment, one of the sixteen ghosts and gods carrying the divine chariot looked at him, and the scholar was so scared that he collapsed on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Just like when Wen Shenyou entered the city before, he spoke harshly and was full of hatred in his heart, but when the swords and axes were at him, his body became soft and only his mouth remained hard.

However powerful the sword or axe was, it could not match the gaze of this ghost. This time, not only his body was weak, but his mouth was also weak.

"Greetings to Lord Yunzhong!"

"Greetings to Lord Yunzhong!"

As the divine chariot entered the Yunzhong Temple, ghosts, gods, demons, witches, and Taoists came forward to greet it.

The Taoist knelt on the ground, ghosts and gods came forward to clear the way, demons offered sacrifices, and witches performed Nuo dance around them.

On the altar deep in the hall, golden light turned into a vortex, as if there was a spiritual realm and immortal palace deep in the temple. Suddenly.

The divine chariot came to a halt, and the God of the Clouds, who had been sitting motionless, looked up at the sky. His gaze pierced through the gods and pointed directly at the Ming Moon, proving to everyone that the one sitting there was not a clay statue.

"Chirp!"

"Dong dong!"

In the distance, wisps of fireworks were still rising into the sky, endlessly.

Amid the fireworks, bursts of celestial music came from the sky, and hazy circles of light bloomed above the insanely large bright moon.

Amid the halo and heavenly music, a lunar chariot was seen coming from the moon.

Passing through layers of light wheels and halos.

Passing through the nightless sky with fireworks.

Finally, arrived in the human world.

All the mortals were worshipping on the ground, and only a few people saw this scene, or saw the scene where the Moon God's Chariot finally arrived at the palace temple on earth.

"There are fairies on the moon too!"

"The Moon Goddess has come down to the mortal world, could it be to welcome Lord Yunzhong?"

"White clouds, bright moon, fireworks, silver flowers, witches, demons, ghosts, is this heaven, the human world, or the netherworld?"

The immortal on the Ninth Heaven Moon stepped down from the Moon God Chariot and walked with Yun Zhongjun towards the spiritual realm deeper in the golden light, amid the dancing and offerings of witches, ghosts, gods and monsters outside the temple.

However, she did not come to welcome Yun Zhongjun, but to remind Yun Zhongjun of a very important thing.

The Moon Goddess looked at Yun Zhongjun who was standing beside her, and spoke lightly, as if asking for a debt.

"Time is up."

As Jiang Chao listened, he always felt that noon had arrived.

"Dear viewers."

"It's time for everyone's favorite weather forecast again. Please turn on your radio and tune to 96.8 FM."

"I am your friend Wangshu. Today I will report the weather changes in the past few days. The weather is very cold, so please remember to add more clothes to keep warm."

The face that was so beautiful beyond reality, magnified many times but still without any blind spots, looked at Yun Zhongjun, making Jiang Chao feel a little dazed. When he just woke up, Wangshu looked like this and said almost the same words.

Yun Zhongjun just turned on the radio, but no sound came from it.

Yun Zhongjun entered the spiritual realm in the main hall of the Yun Zhong Temple. When he looked up, he saw the live weather forecast.

The weather forecaster stood to one side and introduced himself politely.

"Hello everyone, welcome to today's weather forecast."

"I am now reporting the weather conditions in Batu for the past week. There will be heavy fog tonight. Please pay attention to safety when traveling, especially those who drive."

"Tomorrow it will be cloudy and turn to light snow, the temperature will be between -2 and 11 degrees Celsius..."

"Welcome to today's weather forecast."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chao heard the sound coming from outside and looked at the human world outside through the window of the spiritual realm.

"It's getting foggy!"

Thick layers of fog were spreading from afar, constantly approaching the center of the city, or more precisely, this Temple in the Clouds.

The people on the street who were swallowed by the mist left this area where yin and yang, ghosts and gods intertwined, and returned to the real human world.

Jiang Chao looked at the fog and finally spoke.

"This fog must be fake, how can there be fog at this time?"

"You made a fake weather forecast yourself. Can you still call it a weather forecast?"

It's not completely false, it's half true and half false.

The sacred tree Ruomu was creating fog that spread into the city, but the actual situation was not as vast as it seemed to be overwhelming.

Just like this city, half real and half illusion.

Wangshu: "Do you know another form of weather forecast?"

Jiang Chao: "What form?"

Wangshu: "It is not me who tells the world when wind, frost, rain and snow will form, but I tell it when to form wind, frost, rain and snow."

Jiang Chao: "You really want to define everything!"

He stood at the border where illusion and reality intersected. Although he had always said before that gods were just a layer of skin they put on to make it easier for them to act.

But after the sacral bone was implanted, he didn't even need to eat or drink water, he truly possessed extraordinary powers.

At this moment, he came riding on the sacred tree Ruomu, embracing thousands of people into his dreams. Suddenly, he couldn't tell whether such an existence was really a human being, and what the difference was between him and the so-called immortal.
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In the Yunzhong Temple.

The others cheered, the witches and ghosts looked crazy, and everyone was silent in this dreamlike sacrificial ceremony.

But the scholars outside the gate did not dare to watch. They knelt on the ground and watched Yun Zhongjun's divine chariot enter the spiritual realm, and then fled to the side in panic.

The crowd pressed forward and they were also dizzy.

In a panic, they finally squeezed out, only to find themselves in front of a small door in a side hall of the Yunzhong Temple.

The god of the earth is worshipped here.

Today is also the day to establish the community temple. Logically, the god of the earth should also be the protagonist, but at this moment the place where he is is empty.

The scholars fled here and were finally able to take a break. The deserted scene made them feel at ease.

"Right here, take a break!"

"What exactly is going on?"

"Why is it Yun Zhongjun who is here?"

"Where is the Bashen Demon God? Why hasn't he come?"

"Could it be that he is afraid of Yun Zhongjun..."

Someone whispered, which immediately caused the others to glare at each other, but in fact, everyone else was thinking the same thing deep down in their hearts.

When everyone was glaring at one of them and were about to vent their anger on him, a voice seemed to come from not far away, indicating that there were other people around.

"Listen, is there a sound?"

"Someone is talking."

"inside."

Several scholars followed the sound and cautiously went deep into the courtyard of the side hall, wanting to see who was hiding there.

However, when they walked deeper, they saw candles lit in the side hall.

Under the dim candlelight, the earth god on the altar was talking to the ghost officials, mountain monsters and goblins below. When everyone saw this, they immediately covered their mouths.

They should have thought of it earlier. Even the monsters and demons on the murals in the main hall have come to life, and the earth god in the side hall is naturally the same.

They heard the conversation between the earth god and the ghost official, and as soon as they opened their mouths, they scared the group of scholars outside.

It's about who will be sent to the Nine Nether Hell.

There are also those who have committed serious sins. Although they have not died yet, their destination in hell has already been determined.

"Today, Lin Laizi took advantage of the chaos to kill and rob. His crimes are extremely heinous. In a few days, he will be beheaded and thrown into the Lime Hell."

"In the afternoon, Liu Sanlang robbed people with a mask on. His crimes were recorded and reported to the netherworld. We will settle accounts with him after his death."

"besides……"

"I've written it all down. Please rest assured, Tubo, no one will escape."

Hearing the names of those who were about to be thrown into hell, the scribes outside the door were terrified and at the same time were wondering if they had done anything bad today.

But when I thought about it carefully, I realized that apart from a few words of criticism, those people had done nothing, and I felt relieved.

At this time, the God of Earth on the stage was flipping through the case files and seemed to have discovered something.

Earth God: "Oh, there are a few more people that need to be remembered."

Ghost official: "Oh, who is this person, and what crime did he commit?"

The Earth God: "These people have offended the gods and committed sins with their words. Their merits will be deducted and they will be in hell."

As the names were read out one by one, the people outside instantly fell to the ground. Those were the names of their group of people.

Thinking that he would also be thrown into hell and suffer that punishment, although he did not know what the punishment would be, all kinds of tortures such as skinning, bone removal, intestine extraction, burning with fire, etc., emerged in his mind one by one.

The group of people lay limp on the ground, unable to get up.

But at this moment, there was a sudden turn of events, and a voice came from the depths of the dim lights again.

The Earth God: "Hey, and these people worshipped Yunzhongjun in front of the sacred tree Ruomu, which absolved them of some verbal sins."

When they heard the sound, their limp bodies instantly stiffened a little, and they finally managed to stand up with the support of each other, and continued to eavesdrop on the conversation inside with their ears perked up.

At the same time, everyone was confused.

"Worship Yunzhongjun in front of the sacred tree Ruomu?"

"When has it ever happened?"

After escaping cautiously from the small door of the side hall, hunched over and tiptoeing, everyone was still full of doubts.

Just as they were about to ask, thick fog filled the streets, engulfing everyone.

In the thick fog, the group lost consciousness.

When I woke up, it was already daybreak.

They were still under the sacred tree outside the city. The incense sticks in front of them had completely burned out.
The fog turned into frost, the air was freezing, and the group of people were sneezing constantly due to the cold.

However, they were preparing to hold the worship ceremony overnight yesterday, so they all wore cloaks to block the moisture and also wore thick clothes.

But when they looked up and saw the sacred tree that was over 20 feet tall and blocked out the sun, they suddenly remembered what they had heard last night.

"Worship Yun Zhongjun in front of the sacred tree Ruomu!"

Only then did they understand that this "demon" was not sent by the Ba Snake, but the legendary sacred tree of mountains and seas. Yun Zhongjun was sitting on this sacred tree and floated into the city.

"The sacred tree is like a tree!"

They burned incense and offered sacrifices, thinking they were worshipping the Bashe, but in fact it was the Lord of the Clouds.

(End of this chapter)