Chapter 112 Dream Path Magical Power
"Eat fish?"
Qing Hen looked Chen Zhu up and down.
"Thank you, no, I'm giving up fish."
This boy, although he looks small and cute, he is actually very bad.
During the time Qinghen was recuperating from his injuries, he came to understand that the better-looking a dragon is, the worse it is and the more problems it has.
If someone gives you a fish to eat for no reason, it is probably a scam.
"Ah? You don't want to eat?"
Chen Zhu sighed helplessly, "I'm full too. Since you don't want to eat, forget it."
He threw the fish on the ground, sighed and left.
Qing Hen looked at Chen Zhu's back as he walked away in surprise:
"Huh? Is this guy really sending me fish?"
Food like this usually rots quickly after death.
If you don’t eat it, wouldn’t it be a waste?
Qing Hen thought about it and picked up the fish.
"It can't be wasted. I'm too lazy to go into the water to catch it."
There is quite a distance from Shoushan to the sea, and once you hunt for a long time, you have to swim twice as fast when you come back, otherwise you will not be able to catch up with Shoushan.
This also means that it is not easy to eat marine fish.
Take a sip carefully at first.
Tastes good, no issues.
Qing Hen took another bite and tasted the deliciousness. He opened his mouth and swallowed it in a few bites.
Just after he finished eating, he saw Zhuming coming back and looking at him with a smile.
Hehe, no one is more cautious than Chen Zhu.
"Uncle Qinghen, you still said you don't want to eat?"
He said jokingly: "It seems that you haven't given up fishing yet."
This is simply "fishing enforcement"!
Qing Hen's face turned red for a moment, really red in the face.
He felt very hot, as if there was a fire burning in his stomach, and then he burst into tremendous energy!
"Xiao Zhuming, what did you give me to eat!"
All the fatigue in Qinghen's body was swept away, and he felt like he had endless energy all over his body!
"Wait for me, I'll be back soon!"
Chen Zhu's eyelids twitched. This...it seemed that some proportions were wrong.
He saw Uncle Qinghen find a female horned dragon and then went deep into the mountains.
This...ah this...
It was quite embarrassing for Long, as it made him seem very evil.
Chen Zhu thought about it and suddenly remembered something.
"No, Taohou!"
How could he forget this!
Taohou took ten times the dose, nothing will happen, right?
He hurried to look for Taohou, and finally found that he had been in and out of the woods killing seven times.
From time to time, you can see some Taotie and Lilong lying on the ground, their eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
These were all Taohou’s lovers, Chen Zhu could be sure because he had seen them all.
Fortunately, he didn't know anyone there, so he found the energetic Taohou, and the scene...
I dare not look. I dare not look.
This is a great honor for the other party, and it was all in vain.
He quietly sensed that Taohou's blood was flowing very quickly and all his flesh and blood was moving.
But the aftereffects of this are also very straightforward. After high-intensity work, people will fall into a state of weakness.
If we grasp the scale and amount well, Qingshensan can undoubtedly become the primitive version of "coffee."
Just increase the dosage a little bit and Zhou Shan will not fall!
If you increase the dose, then...
Chen Zhu went back to figure out how to safely refine the Qingshen Powder into his killer move.
After a few days, he found the right ratio and sprinkled the powder on the upwind side of Shou Mountain.
The two tribes were visibly more alert and no longer drowsy.
When he scattered it into the mine, the employees gave him ten times the enthusiasm, which surprised Chen Zhu very much!
As expected, coffee and cows increase their efficiency many times over. Why didn't he discover this earlier?
As for Qingying, he adjusted the ratio a little bit. As long as the concentration was enough and exceeded a certain limit, the vigorous effect would be like the roar of a glutton. It would take three days and three nights first.
The bodies of innate creatures basically cannot bear it, so Chen Zhu gave these Qingshen Powders with different dosage ratios nice names.
For general refreshing: clear powder.
To increase happiness, use: Qiangshen San.
Used against the enemy: feeling like floating in the air.
Finally he used it himself: ash powder.
Well, what a simple name.
Chen Zhu didn't notice that a little old man was squatting not far away and watching him.
"This little candle dragon is quite interesting."
The old man shook his arm gently, and some gray powder appeared on it. It was colorless and odorless, and looked as ordinary as the dust on the roadside.
But that’s the thing…
He dropped the mountain and fell into the sea.
In an instant, large groups of creatures in the ocean had their stomachs turned white, blood oozing from all their orifices, twitching all over, and foaming at the mouth.
“Magical, magical.”
The old man seemed to like this very much, and covered Shoushan with his hands and began to intertwine them.
"We have new material for tonight. Everyone will definitely like this dream."
Chen Zhu had no idea about all this. He just wanted to contribute to the tribe and let them, who were full of energy, help him find raw materials.
"This thing must be used with caution."
After Chen Zhu explained the effects, Qingying blushed for a rare moment.
She then told her tribe:
"You must use it carefully. Just mix a small amount of this Qingshen powder with a jar of water and apply it on it to see the effect."
"This is……"
The horned dragon went back and tried it, and that night, Chen Zhu heard dragon roars one after another.
"Mad, I want to sleep."
He sighed and couldn't fall asleep. In order to avoid sleeping, dreaming and hiding from the god of dreams, he took some clearing powder.
However, the Lao Clan, who lived not far from here, suffered.
Lao Po felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally slowly closed.
It's time to face that enemy again.
Lao Po knew it well, but he didn't know if he could kill the other party again tonight.
His thoughts drifted further and further away.
But this time, Lao Po did not see any familiar enemy.
There was some powder scattered in the sky.
The powders were gray in color, and He could feel the clear innate Qi.
The innate qi has an effect on any matter and living thing, which makes Laopo alert.
He held his mouth and nose and stopped breathing. The prisoner clan didn't need to breathe either, they only needed to inhale when talking.
But he found that the gray powder dissolved in his skin.
"Moo!"
Lao Po felt that his skin began to explode, and then his whole body became hot, and then continued to explode!
He suddenly began to wave his arms in his dream, and soon after, some females he knew appeared...
"Moo!"
Roaring sounds came one after another.
After daybreak, the prisoners all got up late, which was unusual for them.
Everyone felt shy when they met each other.
"Good! Great!"
Only the little old man clapped his hands in joy, and the Avenue of Dreams was touched, and pieces of dreams floated out.
For all the tribes nearby, once night falls, the endlessness is indescribable.
Chen Zhu wasn't sleeping, so he couldn't notice.
Because he didn't let others sleep, the dragon clan on Shou Mountain were not affected.
Ok……
But he estimated that the population of the Ceratopsians and the Lilongs would increase significantly in the near future. These weapons were obviously meant to be used to fight the enemy, but... they used them like this!
It was really embarrassing, Chen Zhu warned Qingying seriously: "Don't ever, ever say that I made it!"
He was going to pass the buck, "Just say it's Lord Taiping... um...
Chen Zhu hesitated.
If the Taiping Killer God knew about this, would he just kill him?
"You can just say that it was done by an unknown innate god. That innate god looked old and had two horns on his head..."
After he finished speaking, he pleaded earnestly: "Brother, my innocence depends on you, sister!"
"Do not worry!"
Qingying's whole body glowed, he looked extremely sacred, and he clapped his hands and feet with his chest making loud banging sounds:
"I will definitely not tell anyone. Don't worry about me doing it!"
The more she acted like this, the more worried Chen Zhu became...
Suddenly, Chen Zhu discovered that the Taiyuan Spirit Turtle was looking in one direction, seeming a little confused.
"What did you see?"
Chen Zhu looked in the direction of the Taiyuan Spirit Turtle, but saw nothing.
He frowned and was cautious.
……
……
A few days later, the Big Sun Dragon Mirror was upgraded again. Chen Zhu observed it quietly, holding the Tai Yuan Spirit Turtle every day.
He discovered that the Taiyuan Spirit Turtle always looked in one direction, and no matter how he moved, it only stared at one position.
Chen Zhu kept it in mind, and then on this day, he came to the world of Patriarch Bodhi.
As soon as he arrived, he felt the difference of Fangcun Mountain.
"Boom!"
There was a huge clock in the sky that shook and struck once every hour.
There were several auras surging on the mountain. He looked over and saw that the little kid had grown into a handsome young man with a graceful figure.
Except for those black eggs, it looks a bit creepy.
"The senior brother is here!" I don't know who shouted first, but immediately a large group of little kids surrounded Chen Zhu.
"Big Brother, where is my gift?"
Yuxuan stared at him with her big, blinking eyes, and she was already a beautiful young lady, staring at him eagerly.
There were so many years in the ancient times that Chen Zhu came here almost every few years, so naturally he became friends with these young people.
But he felt that these kids were very evil-hearted because every time they came they only looked at his assets.
Fortunately I brought it.
Chen Zhu sent out a handful of leaves, all of which were carefully selected, and each leaf had innate Qi flowing through it.
Well...actually he just picked it up from the roadside.
These children cannot bear the good things because they have not yet become immortals.
"Thank you, senior brother!"
The boys all thanked him, and then...
He left in a flash, cleanly.
Chen Zhu was speechless. These little kids were worthy of being from the Tomb of the Gods. They were too realistic. Junior Brother Wukong was still the best. At least he knew how to rub his shoulders and back.
"Where is the Master?"
He grabbed a dark-skinned little boy, who was Ao Hei.
"Master Long, when I turned around, my master went to the Five Finger Mountain."
"Oh."
Chen Zhu kicked the latter away, his heart moved, and his eyes had already seen through the world.
It is very far from here to the Five Finger Mountain, but wherever he can see, his body can reach it.
After arriving here, he was slightly surprised that there was a city at the foot of the mountain.
There was a bustling crowd of pedestrians, and a large river flowed by with a calm surface, on which one could see a constant stream of ships passing.
“Why is this place so prosperous?”
Chen Zhu frowned and looked around. There were mountains and rivers everywhere, but this place was the most lively.
"I heard that the immortal is going to preach again, everyone hurry up."
Someone answered him, and the people all ran to the foot of the Five Finger Mountain. It turned out that there was an immortal living there who would preach from time to time.
The things they talk about are all kinds of strange things, including medical skills, ways to govern the world, and methods of cultivation.
As a result, this place prospered and quickly developed into a city.
Upon hearing that, Chen Zhu approached and realized that the person was not an immortal, but Patriarch Bodhi.
It's just that the master's appearance and aura have changed, and he is completely different from before.
And why did he recognize it?
Because beside the master, Carl, who looked like a boy, was gently pouring tea for the immortal.
"The Golden Lock and Jade Gate are the Yang orifices. If they are blocked for one day, one will be like a fool..."
As he spoke, Chen Zhu's gaze moved backwards. There was a big door at the foot of the Five Finger Mountain, and the door was wide open.
The monkey inside sat at the table, listening with fascination.
Fortunately, it's decent after all.
Chen Zhu moved slightly and sat on the table.
"Brother!"
Sun Wukong was pleasantly surprised: "Brother, why are you here?"
"I heard that you were suppressed, so I came to see you."
"Brother, you are so nice."
Sun Wukong wiped his tears. To him, apart from his master, only Senior Brother Zhuming treated him the best.
"I'm afraid you'll suffer."
Chen Zhu smiled and handed him a bag of ash powder.
"If one day you face an unbeatable enemy, spread this out."
"But remember to stand upwind and don't get contaminated at all. Remember, remember!"
He gave serious instructions and asked Sun Wukong how many years he had left.
"Soon, probably in the next two years."
Sun Wukong said: "If it is slower, it is said that the Tang army will reach India, and then I won't have to go to get the scriptures."
This……
The Tang Dynasty was quite powerful.
It seems that the West is really at a disadvantage.
I won't be envied, will I?
No, I have to think of a way. If I can't ease the relationship, the only thing I can do is kill those two saints.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Suddenly, the immortal who was preaching outside coughed and slowly said to the people:
"Everyone, that's all for today. Please go back."
He dispersed the crowd and turned to go down the mountain.
There is a thatched hut there, which is very simple, but it is the residence of the immortals who live in the world.
The people who heard the sermon were filled with regret, but they also respectfully bowed to the immortal and left.
They also wanted to build a big house for the immortals and make it more luxurious. However, no matter how they built it, the house would eventually become a thatched hut.
This undoubtedly makes everyone believe in immortals, and admire and be obsessed with them!
When Patriarch Bodhi stood up, he glanced at Chen Zhu before returning to the thatched hut.
Chen Zhu understood what he meant, and after bidding farewell to Sun Wukong, he swam in happily. As soon as he entered, he saw Patriarch Bodhi looking at him with a stern face.
"Xiao Zhuming, you are getting more and more daring. You even dare to make up stories about Western saints?"
He scolded her, "Don't think that if you whisper in your heart, the saints won't know. Even I, the master, know what you are thinking."
"He can read minds?"
Chen Zhu's face fell: "You cheated."
"This is not cheating, this is the ability of a saint."
Patriarch Bodhi shook his head, looked around, and suddenly lowered his voice:
"Of course, the most important thing is that I have had some contact with two Western saints recently, and the relationship has eased. I am pretending to do so now."
It turned out to be this.
Chen Zhu suddenly understood, and then he also asked in a low voice: "Why did the Western saints ease their relationship with you, Master? Could it be that they can save face?"
Patriarch Bodhi blocked Chen Zhu's mouth with a whisk.
"If the master lowers his voice, they can't hear it, but if you lower your voice, they can hear it."
This is the level of comprehension of Tao, and Chen Zhu is really far behind it.
Damn, do you still let people speak?
Chen Zhu changed the subject: "By the way, Master, have you ever heard of the Dream God?"
He talked about the problems he had faced recently.
"I keep having dreams about a giant two-horned figure that gives me a feeling of panic."
"Besides, our clan leader said that there is no way to deal with the Dream God. We can only get rid of him after he leaves."
"Dream God?"
Patriarch Bodhi pondered for a moment and said, "According to my memory, before the creation of the world, there were three thousand demon gods, and among them was the Demon God of Dreams."
"He mastered the Chaos Dream Path and was a demon god that should not be underestimated, but in the end he was still killed by the Father God."
"But Xiao Zhuming, I have never heard of the innate dream god you mentioned. Is it related to the Great Way of Dreams?"
He gradually understood what kind of world Xiao Zhuming lived in.
Zhuming is a very talented child, but he is trapped by the world and cannot grow quickly.
In such a world, even if he went there, he would feel despair, and his cultivation would probably be ineffective by 98% of his efforts.
This child has a hard life.
"But speaking of the Great Way of Dreams, as far as I can remember, there is only one person who has cultivated it well."
There was a strange smile on Patriarch Bodhi's face, which made Chen Zhu feel that something was wrong.
"Master, your smile is a little wicked."
"The Master's smile was a little wicked because the Master decided to take you, Xiao Zhuming, to see the Taoist priest."
That smile made Chen Zhu feel more and more uneasy. He asked tentatively, "Can I not go?"
He is a coward and a timid person, but he likes it.
What's wrong with following your heart? Follow your heart and you will live longer!
"Unless you don't want to solve the problem of Oneiroi."
Patriarch Bodhi was not in a hurry at all. He was sure that Chen Zhu would want to meet the Taoist priest.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, all of Chen Zhu's retreat attempts were crushed one by one by the master holding his whisk.
Then they built a fire and burned it all up.
"It can't be that person, right?"
He had a bitter face, having already guessed it.
"There is only that one person in the entire Three Realms."
Patriarch Bodhi smiled evilly: "You just cursed at someone."
This……
Chen Zhu didn't know what to say for a moment.
The two saints in the West, Cundi and Jieying.
He practiced Buddhism and established the Western Religion. The guides among them practiced a supernatural power called:
"A Dream of Thousand Years"
Also known as: "The Enlightenment in a Dream"
His understanding of the way of dreams is unmatched in the entire Three Realms.
Chen Zhu reluctantly followed Patriarch Bodhi to the Heaven Beyond Heaven in Xiniu Hezhou.
Unlike the palaces of the Three Pure Ones, the Heaven Beyond Heaven in Western religion is the Paradise, and it is also the Buddha country in the palm of the saints. Chen Zhu met the Saint of Reception.
He sits upright on the ninth-grade golden lotus of merit, seemingly neither asleep nor asleep, seemingly quiet but not quiet. He is truly a saint of this world.
Chen Zhu couldn't help but look at it with some tinted glasses. After all, he had read too many ancient novels. These two saints made Long feel a little disgusted.
"My disciple seems to have some prejudice against me."
The Saint Jie Yin slowly woke up, and his eyes fell on Chen Zhu's face with satisfaction.
His title was actually correct. Chen Zhu was a disciple transformed from the original spirit of the saints of the three religions, so naturally he was also the apprentice of the saints of the three religions.
only……
Really shameless!
Chen Zhu complained in his heart that if it wasn't necessary, he really didn't want to come.
"You are too prejudiced against me."
Jie Yin was neither angry nor did he explain. He was kind to him and had the utmost patience.
"I already know why you are here. Why don't you take a nap and I will teach you my magical powers in your dreams."
(End of this chapter)