After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

Duanmujian clapped his hands, scaring away the fireflies that landed on Lu Ran's lapel.

"Okay, I get it, being stunned proves that we are young and love life, great. So what do we do next?"

Inside the tall and empty temple, it is only illuminated by a few piles of faint lights.The gate of the temple was firmly blocked, and no sound or light from the outside could be transmitted into the temple.

Lu Ran asked, "What time is it?"

"It's already Xu time." Duanmujian took out a precision artifact from his pocket, and looked at it through the dim light of fireflies: "The sunset in Sumuya is late, and it should be dusk now."

Lu Ran wrenched his fingers: "According to the previous plan, after another hour and a half, after night falls, the moonlight we collected last night will shine on the holy mountain. Ancestors meet in dreams."

Duanmujian was happy: "Isn't it just to sleep later, I am good at this!"

Lu Ran was a little speechless: "The dream ceremony, the content of the dream, and the technique of returning to the spirit still need to be explored. Can you know what's going on outside now? Is it possible to get out?"

Duanmujian glanced at Lu Ran vigilantly, and found that his happy sabotage was facing a major threat:

"Whether we can enter the dream is metaphysics. It depends on whether the ghost is willing to give us a ride. People will forget the content of the dream when they wake up. Tonight I advise you to stay in the temple honestly, the locust swarm must not have flown far."

Lu Ran also knew that with their cultivation bases, it was too difficult to cross-level study the dreamlike technique that can only be mastered at the stage of transformation.

He thought for a while, and turned into a copper lamp.The temporarily blocked stone gate is the weakest point of the temple hewn into the hill.With the power of the copper lamp, it should be possible to see the outside world through the blocked stones.

Duanmujian became interested: "Your lamp still has the power of perspective?"

Lu Ran stood in front of the stone gate with a lamp and did not speak.The stones used to block the door have only been cut briefly, and the corners and corners have not been polished at all.The surface of the stone is also reinforced with wooden strips woven into a well-tac-toe grid that I don’t know where to find, and of course it is completely untreated.

Mottled stones, rough wooden strips, dirty dust for bonding, bright and abstract runes like children's graffiti.

Duanmujian was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Lu Ran turned back quietly: "This door is so ugly!"

"I'm sorry boss, I'll be the boss again, when will you grow old... Bah, why can't you stand up after kneeling for a long time."

Duanmujian became angry with embarrassment: "What do you know! This is called using a rough technique to show the texture of the material itself! This is a kind of primitive aesthetics! Don't use your old rigid aesthetic standards to evaluate my hard work!"

Lu Ran looked at Shimen with an old and rigid aesthetic.The soul power gathered in the pupils, allowing the eyes to look out through the pitch-black stone.

Shimen is much thicker than he imagined.He seemed to be lost in a dark maze and could not find the exit.

Lu Ran was inexplicably uneasy.He condensed his soul power again and looked out intently.There is still a long darkness, Lu Ran controls the soul power to keep moving forward,

Finally, the bleak twilight seemed to reveal a little bit of light through the dense and lush branches.

But soon, that little gap was also blocked.

Lu Ran was baffled, took a deep breath, and his soul power directly broke through the darkness, and the bleak sunset was like blood left in the sky.

With a clang, the copper lamp fell to the ground, dissipated into light spots, and returned to the soul again.

Lu Ran resisted the nausea surging in his chest, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He knew what it was.

If this is someone outside looking over from a distance, they will be surprised to find that fluffy weeds seem to grow on the bare rocky hills.The traces of the knives and axes were eliminated, leaving only the soft and continuous dark brown soil.

If his eyesight were better, he might be able to spot the mud and weeds slowly swaying and swaying.

And if he lived here all year round, he should have fled in horror by this time.Because this hill and stone forest was several feet higher overnight than before.The weathered soil from the tops of other rock faces was blown into the air by the strong winds.Only here, it looks like countless sands have fallen on the mountain.

That's a bug.

Dense bugs.Each is just the size of a finger.But when they were piled one on top of the other, lying on the high mountain where the temple was located, they had accumulated several feet high.Every inch of land, every millisecond of space, has been filled.Like a heavy grayish-yellow snow, the rocky peaks are tightly wrapped in it.

Under the thick swarm of insects is a solid rock.Below the rock formation is a huge cavity carved out by humans.In the hollow are dozens of fragile humans.The thin skin protects the delicious and tender flesh.

When they were eating, resting, and talking unconsciously inside the rock wall, outside the rock wall, countless pairs of cold and dark insect eyes seemed to be staring silently inside the rock wall.

Like an eggshell full of flies.The chicks, whose eyes haven't even opened, are curled up wet in the juice.At some point, a crack appeared on the eggshell.A disgusting compound eye looked in through the slit.

Countless ones, several feet thick, silent, soulless, staring at their compound eyes.

Lu Ran felt that he was no longer pure, and urgently needed clean water to wash his eyes.Duanmujian leaned over without winking, and rather curiously urged him to quickly tell what was outside.

With a dull face, Lu Ran said quietly, "Do you really want to know?"

Duanmujian looked at his stiff face, realized the seriousness of the matter, and immediately waved his hands: "I feel that I may not want to know that much."

Song Jun's working attitude is relatively correct: "What happened outside?"

Lu Ran stood on Duanmujian's side this time, and replied sincerely: "Don't ask. Believe me, ignorance is bliss."

Song Jun glared at the two of them.

If these two were the ministers in the court, she would have dragged them out and chopped them down.

Tonight is bound to be spent at the temple.Song Jun and Duanmujian separately study the murals carefully under the guidance of the city residents, hoping to find more clues about the dream.According to the city residents, although the three of them are outsiders, as long as they are full of reverence for the ancestors of Sumuya, they will definitely encounter adventures.

Lu Ran held the lamp and looked from the other side.A few green lights flew in front of him as if leading the way.Light footsteps came from behind.The footsteps were neither loud nor small, as if he didn't want to disturb him, but wanted to attract his attention.Lu Ran knew who it was, but continued to observe the mural as if he hadn't heard it.

Gorgeous costumes, fierce battles, and vivid expressions.The people who rowed the boat swung their oars, and the ripples spread out to the lake.It seems that today, decades later, the sound of clear water droplets dripping from the clean oars can still be heard.

It's not like.There was indeed a drop of water dripping from behind.

Tears of panic slid down Yi Yao's cheeks, and landed on his collar with a thud, soaking a small piece of fabric.

Lu Ran clenched his fists.He hasn't forgotten about Moxiu hiding his identity and mixing among them.If weeping and confessing are useful, why do we need the law?He treats people like air, and no matter what he says, he can't hear him.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault."

With a hint of sadness and flattery, like a chick whose wings have been wet by wind and rain, it makes a pitiful cry.

It was still the clear and pleasant voice that he liked best.Lu Ran's footsteps paused.Listen to it, anyway, Yi Yao apologized, and he would never believe a word from this ulterior motive.

"It was my mistake. I won't lie to you again. Don't ignore me. Can you look at me again."

The scattered birds landed timidly on Lu Ran's shoulders.

Lu Ran took a deep breath.In fact, if he sincerely apologized, it's not impossible to listen to his sophistry.But he will never sympathize because of difficulties.

A hand stretched out tentatively and hooked Lu Ran's little finger:

"Someone is watching me. If you use a lot of magic breath, they will find it strange. Moreover, seeing that you have been worrying about my safety, I really feel extremely happy."

The flying bird on the shoulders began to make progress, approaching the warmer collar calmly.

It's so miserable, how can I survive the days of being guarded by the prison and trembling every day like walking on thin ice?

Warm palms hold Lu Ran's hand tightly:

"I want to tell you the truth about my obsession, but I'm afraid to see your cold and disgusted eyes. I dare not let you down."

Feeling confident, Asuka crawled into his chest without knowing what to do, and the delicate wings caressed the sensitive skin of his heart.

The level of murals in the Sumuya Temple is really superb.Look at the portrait of this character, the two eyes are just right, and the mouth is not too much.

A warm body came up, and Lu Ran was embraced by Yi Yao from behind:

"I would like to give my heart to you."

The chick turned into a bunch of sparks, and a bunch of gorgeous fireworks exploded in its heart.

How did Chaosheng memorize that Buddhist scripture?

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, then what?Forget it.

Lu Ran felt that the world was spinning for a while, the magical sky light shone down from the top of the mountain, and the gold and silver light powder was flooded. The people on the murals were moving, like fairies descending from the sky, shining light all over their bodies, beating the instruments in their hands, beautiful silk and bamboo The sound came from the air.

Feeling being pulled, Lu Ran turned around and rested his head on Yi Yao's chest, feeling the thumping heartbeat in his chest.Yi Yao's slender fingers fondled his hair.Lu Ran said foolishly:

"Actually, I really like you too..."

As if drunk, soft and light.Yi Yao's face is a bit blurry, is he that tall?

Why does Yi Yao's plain face look surprisingly gorgeous, and why his eyes are as bright as jewels.Lu Ran raised his face and stood on tiptoe, wanting to have a closer look at Yi Yuan's face——

Then he saw Song Jun and Duanmu Jian standing behind them dumbfounded.

Beams of light, pink and light people all disappeared.

Some are just the embarrassment of filling the dark, silent and tall temple.A lone firefly flew by in panic.

Yi Yao took a deep breath, trying his best to contain the anger that was about to overflow from his body.

Song Jun's dry voice cut through the frozen air:

"I was a little dizzy just now, my eyes were dark, and I didn't see anything. Go ahead and leave us alone."

Lu Ran opened his mouth stiffly to explain.

Duanmujian explained seriously in a professional tone:

"Practical experience tells us that this kind of tall and empty space can cause people's inner loneliness and fear, and they can't help but want to stick together with others. This is a normal phenomenon, and I understand it."

Lu Ran wanted to cover his ears.

Song Jun's eyes were firm:

"Everyone should have the right to pursue the life they want."

Duanmujian's face was full of sincerity:

"There is no uniform standard for so-called beauty as long as it can touch the soul."

Lu Ran begged and watched the two singing together.

Song Jun: "No discrimination, no denial."

Duanmujian: "Respect and blessings"

Song Jun thought for a while and added: "I won't tell Senior Brother Zhou."

Yi Yao sneered.

Duanmujian muttered in a low voice: "It's a pity, your shadow guard should be very excited to see this scene."

Lu Ran's brain froze for a moment. Aying looked at the two people who were stuck together with blue eyes like flying fish in the deep sea. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he found out in despair that it was quite reasonable.

The few people didn't find any more useful clues on the murals, and after roughly reciting the content of the pictures, they decided to start with the dream itself to make some preparations for the rest of the time.

Unlike monks above the stage of transformation into gods, who can independently control the activities of the divine consciousness, for them, falling into a dream is similar to an unconscious soul out of the body.Under the guidance of the spiritual force field, the deep and stable dream enters the secret realm of the dream.

Su Muya became famous and helped several people arrange a comfortable sleeping bed.The old woman wearing a rhombic calico on her head deliberately walked a few times in front of the temporary bed for the few people.

Song Jun distributed Zhou Qingluan's voice-transmitting jade talisman to several people.As a legendary divine bird, Zhou Qingluan can even send messages into dreams.

Yi Yao looked at Yu Pei with disgust.When Lu Ran took the jade talisman and rubbed it lightly, and was about to put it close to his body, he finally couldn't restrain the flame of jealousy in his heart, and asked coolly: "It doesn't seem like natural jade."

Song Jun nodded: "I have good eyesight. This is a special talisman of Kunlun Qingluan, which is made by condensing raw materials through mana. It just looks like jade."

Lu Ran remembered that when Zhou Qingluan went to the material warehouse before, he babbled a lot: "This kind of jade talisman is much more efficient than the messenger wooden kite made by the instrument repairers. It's a pity that the third brother refused to tell me what the raw material is. "

Yi Yao's eyes flickered, and he said quietly, "Yes, it's really curious, what are the raw materials?"

Song Jun turned her head in surprise: "You don't know yet?"

Lu Ran was at a loss: "I asked him before, but the third senior brother said it was a secret, even if he was killed, he would not tell others how the jade talisman was made."

Duanmu Jian heaved a sigh: "He is really, respectable and pitiful... In fact, this is not a secret."

Song Jun looked at the two sides and lowered her voice: "The jade talisman is actually made of the feathers of the divine bird Qingluan."

Lu Ran felt that he realized it instantly.

Previously, Zhou Qingluan's various anomalies were connected in an instant.

Duanmujian expressed sympathy: "The newly replaced bird feathers are the best, so other sects generally choose the time of spring every year to go to Zhongnan Mountain to pluck bird feathers... No, I want jade charms."

Yi Yao answered immediately: "So the green luan you are talking about must be almost bald?"

He looked eagerly into Lu Ran's eyes: "The bald-haired Qingluan is not good-looking, really."

Lu Ran: "..."

You are the prettiest, right?

Going around in a circle, it turned out that he couldn't see him holding the feathers of other birds?

But Lu Ran remembered now.No wonder when I saw Zhou Qingluan for the first time, I felt that the hair on his body was a bit sparse, and his hairline was suspiciously set back after he became human.

Duanmujian clicked his tongue: "Spring, you know, when everything comes back to life and birds court. All the other birds are showing off their dazzling feathers to their mates, and he is the only one left, so poorly locked himself in the house Life and death refuse to come out to meet people."

Song Jun said earnestly: "In fact, many people in the world of cultivating immortals know the real way of Qingluan Jade Talisman. But Senior Brother Zhou didn't want others to know, so we pretended to be confused together. To make a Jade Talisman, you have to pull out a bird's feather, so don't worry about it. Don't waste it."

Lu Ran nodded solemnly, but still asked with some disapproval: "But you can't just grab him by the feathers of a bird, and only rely on him to sacrifice his mana to support the communication in the whole world of cultivating immortals?"

Duanmujian comforted him: "I heard that the talisman cultivators are also developing a jade talisman that can transmit messages without using the green luan's feather, and they are about to produce results. Don't worry, it is impossible to keep the burden of transmitting messages on him alone." body."

Lu Ran hummed, and felt that the image of the talkative bird suddenly grew taller, and even the receding hairline suddenly shone with righteous brilliance.

Before leaving, Lu Ran hurriedly made several Ruomu and distributed them to everyone.In addition to being used for peeking in exams, this simple spiritual tool is actually used to survey the surrounding environment through shared Ruomu vision.Once the few people get separated, Lu Ran will manipulate Ruomu to lead them back together as soon as possible.

But this simple magic weapon is not comparable to the Qingluan Jade Talisman, and I don't know if it can be used in dreams.

Duanmujian looked at the timekeeping instrument again, it was already the hour of Haishi.The four of them lay down separately.The so-called bed is actually just a slightly thicker blanket laid on the ground.

Duanmujian shook his head, unexpectedly found that the pillow was very soft, and it was not very annoying.

Other Sumuyas gradually fell asleep, and the temple, which had few people speaking, became more and more silent.Duanmujian muttered softly:

"It's been a long time since I fell asleep at this time. I don't think I can sleep at all."

Lying between Song Jun and Yi Yao, Lu Ran felt the same way.

People who practice the art of refining, how can they go to sleep as soon as Haishi arrives.

Song Jun lay on the hard ground, still a little nervous:

"What if we can't sleep? What if we can't enter the dream? What if we are scattered all over the place, and the dream doesn't want to practice with each other? I don't know what the soul of Su Muya's ancestors is like? What if we are trapped in the dream? What should I do if I can't wake up? If I die in a dream..."

Feeling the softness under his head, Duanmujian twisted his neck comfortably, changed his posture, and with a sound of □□, stretched out his hand to hold Song Jun, and squeezed her palm:

"My dear sister, please stop talking. Go to sleep."

Lu Ran closed his eyes, actually a little scared.The ground was rough and cold and hard, and there were no pillows.To be honest, he is more worried about a stiff neck when he sleeps than the dream of the position...

Dreams are different from reality, they may be peaceful and serene, or treacherous and dangerous.And according to the old man Sumuya, the ghostly firefly liked him very much.This is very scary, what if the ghost messenger simply turns him into a ghost and stays here with the two of them.

What's more, when he thought that there were hundreds of millions of insect eyes staring at them right above their heads, he was even more horrified.In any case, he didn't want the migratory locusts pressing down on the top of the mountain to know that the people in the cave had fallen asleep.

Yi Yao softly hummed a song, which was melodious and soothing.Reminiscent of the clear phoenix song of the divine bird.Accompanied by the singing, the fireflies hiding in the shadows flew out one after another, gathered into a beautiful light belt, and danced in the air with different postures.

The sense of traction that makes the soul float is coming again.He relaxed, imagining his own soul floating like smoke.Under the guidance of fireflies, travel across time and regions to unknown dreams.

The green light gathered more and more, and flew faster and faster, making people confused.A dreamlike picture flashed in front of his eyes, he followed the light of fireflies, and stretched out his hand towards the phantom in his dream...

clang--

The Sanskrit sound suddenly rang along with the bell.

The solemn Buddha's voice echoed in my ears.The dark green light struggled against the solemn Buddha light, and was still trying its best to fly towards Lu Ran

Lu Ran tried his best to straighten his arms, and only a little bit, the fireflies could touch his fingertips.

The Buddhist motto depicted by the gold powder emerges from the skin of each joint, and the golden lotus blooms slowly.There was a sharp pain in the acupuncture points all over the limbs and bones.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead instantly.This kind of pain seemed to come from the depths of the soul, as if a Buddhist venerable had nailed Lu Ran, his soul and body together with hundreds of sharp light nails.

Lu Ran suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and gasped for breath.The green fluorescence and the golden Buddha seal on his body all faded away.Only the fear of being pierced by ten thousand nails lingered in my heart.

Beside him, Duanmu Jian, Song Jun and Yi Yao had already fallen asleep.Their souls will go to the dream world with the guidance of ghosts, and go to the invitation under the moon with the ancestors of Sumuya.

Only his soul—

I was crucified by Buddha and trapped in this body.

The author has something to say:

Duanmujian: Inheritor of the mediocre intangible cultural heritage of fish fishing Dafa, never ask what you shouldn't know

You Mou: Act like a baby, good luck, understand?

From the next chapter, I officially fell into a dream~ This will be a very, very long dream~

Also, be forewarned!

[Key points], in the next dream, Lu Ran will become [True-Camera]

There are three main reasons for this setting.The first is that he has a side plot outside of the dream, the second is because objectively the Buddha nail prevents the soul from leaving the body to enter the dream (what is the Buddha nail will not be explained until later), and the third is because it involves the core of the full text One reason, I will talk about it later~

In short, in all the dreams that followed, Lu Ran could only watch Duanmu Jian and others cross their dreams through a perspective similar to a [camera].It is still possible to communicate through Qingluan Jade Talisman, etc., but it is more difficult

(Okay, I know why I can't sign the contract. How can I make the protagonist such a marginal OB when I write normally!)