Chapter 280 Arriving at the Future
"What a fuss! It's just a dream. You don't know that there is something called a dream in this world."
Chen Zhu explained it to them and planned to talk about it in detail soon.
"Don't bother me while I rest."
He let the monkeys go back and fell into a deep sleep.
Today's dream was a bit strange.
He frowned as he looked at the cracked Qingying in front of him, his bones being torn apart one by one by the inexplicable monster.
This was a dream, he knew it very well, but it was precisely because he knew it that he felt surprised.
"What new tricks does this old man Mengshen have?"
He shouted around a few times but got no response. Since it was not done by the old man, the God of Dreams, it meant that this was a dream of nature.
He observed his dreams, which were all scenes related to himself. Sometimes there were scenes from his childhood, and sometimes there were scenes from the future that had not yet happened.
Of course, the scenes in the future that have not yet happened are fictional. This is related to the law of time. Chen Zhu can naturally sense it and recognize it.
He was walking in a dream and originally planned to control some female dragons to give it a try, but finally gave up because people cannot dream about things that have not happened.
But he saw someone else in his dream.
"Prediction..."
Chen Zhu frowned slightly and just took two steps forward to get closer, but the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye like a frightened rabbit.
What does it mean?
He opened his eyes, feeling a little uneasy, but the uneasiness quickly faded away after he opened his eyes.
"This dream of thousands of intertwined paths is really exciting!"
He sighed with emotion and then walked towards the edge of the pool.
“No fish today.”
He sighed, put the fishing rod down again, and then an idea suddenly occurred to him.
If he took out the measuring ruler and used it at the time of Journey to the West, would he go to the primitive times in the future?
Then, will that primitive world be the future of the primitive world where one lives?
This idea is feasible!
Chen Zhu immediately picked up the measuring ruler, drew a line at the empty space in front of him, and jumped into the river of light.
He didn't know that after he left, the monkeys all over the mountains had not woken up yet, but were sleeping deeper and deeper.
Even my breathing started to become much weaker.
In the world of Journey to the West, Zhulong slowly floats down the river.
This river of light has remained unchanged since time immemorial. Looking behind him, he felt that the time of the ancient times was unshakable.
Looking forward, I can see that the future is boundless, and my current strength is not enough to travel freely in the river of light.
When we come to the forks, these small tributaries are easy to deal with, as we can see their own anchor points. The direct current also has an anchor point at the end of its current development time.
The end is still flowing forward, but in fact there is no end.
It has been two full kalpas.
He didn’t show up for two kalpas, and he didn’t know if his master would scold him to death.
However, my name in the chat group is not dimmed, so it shouldn’t be a big problem.
Moreover, the master also knew that I wanted to practice the Eight-Nine Profound Art.
He took a deep breath and came to the end of the future time point.
As soon as he arrived, he was shocked.
The world became extremely desolate, and the stars seemed as small as his hairs.
What about the world of Journey to the West? How could it be like this?
He gathered everything in himself and threw himself into this small world.
With a sweep of his divine sense, all the gods and immortals in the heavens disappeared, and there was not even a single person in the entire world who had the slightest trace of cultivation.
"I must have come at the wrong time."
Chen Zhu directly lit the candle and went back in time.
The world was seen moving backwards, and a small star finally expanded against time and became a huge star.
But at this time he still hadn't seen the real immortals, so he continued to trace back, and only then did he discover the reason why the world had changed so much.
In this gloomy world, spiritual energy has become increasingly exhausted.
In this world where spiritual energy is exhausted, Sanxing Cave has become extremely dilapidated.
The innate maple tree exudes innate spiritual energy, but it cannot make up for the speed at which the world's spiritual energy is depleting. It's like a balloon with a hole in it. No matter how much air is pumped into it, it will all flow away.
There were many more disciples in Sanxing Cave whom Chen Zhu had never seen before, but Patriarch Bodhi was still nowhere to be seen.
He came to the backyard, which was covered with fallen leaves. The original stone slabs were broken, and the dead leaves at the bottom were damp and moldy. No one had cleaned them for a long time.
He picked up a broom to clean up, but saw a line of words under the broom:
"Do not disturb."
"strangeness."
Chen Zhu opened the chat group and found that the master's avatar was still on, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He asked in the group chat:
"Master, where did you go?"
"Where are the fellow apprentices?"
At this time, Chen Zhu still didn't know what kind of disaster his next actions would bring.
Patriarch Bodhi had not answered yet, so Chen Zhu put everything aside and took out the measuring ruler from his head.
The power of this treasure in the world of Journey to the West has become even more terrifying. Just a slight movement is enough to suppress the world.
The Tao principles in his body began to operate, and his magic power penetrated into the measuring ruler, trying to find the origin of this world.
The measuring ruler is a conceptual-level treasure. As long as it exists, it can definitely be found.
If not, it proves that the future of his world no longer exists.
"what?"
Suddenly, Chen Zhu's face was shocked. The primitive world that this world arrived at at this time point was exactly the same as his own world.
However, the ancient time point he arrived at did not change at all, and it was still the same as when he traveled here.
It’s incredible. Is it because of the time paradox or the mystery of God?
The measuring stick penetrated countless layers of chaos and reached his own primeval world.
Chen Zhu guessed and took a step into his own primitive world to verify the authenticity. He returned to Monkey Mountain to confirm that there was no problem.
"Is it because I am the one using this Heavenly Ruler, or is it that the Journey to the West world at this moment is actually somewhere in the world I am in?"
Chen Zhu frowned. How should he explain Guanghe?
The time of the main world in the River of Light is flowing downwards, rather than being so-called still. This Journey to the West world is indeed downstream.
He took back the measuring ruler and went back to the smallest planet.
At this time, several beings appeared in the long river of time in the Journey to the West world.
"The candlelight is here again."
"I know. He is my apprentice. As a master, I will naturally handle any trouble caused by my apprentice. Just give me some time."
"Bodhi, you know, this is too difficult. Jie Yin has fallen into a deep sleep and has never woken up."
"All living things are asleep, and the innate energy is also dormant. What else can you do?"
"There's always a way."
At this time, Bodhi Patriarch was wearing coarse clothes, and his breath was sometimes visible and sometimes invisible.
"The world became different after Zhuming used the treasure. Bodhi, don't deceive yourself."
"He's looking for me."
Patriarch Bodhi opened the chat group but was suddenly stopped by a broken sword.
On the broken sword were engraved the words - Zhu Xian!
"Fellow Daoist, what kind of accident happened to Zhuming at this time? It is still unknown whether it is him or not, whether he is an enemy or a friend. Let's wait and see."
This sentence made Bodhi Patriarch slowly close the chat group: "Let's wait and see, I believe in Zhuming."
He watched Zhuming grow up, and although he left from time to time, Bodhi knew that Zhuming was a good child with a kind personality.
But some things really don’t make sense, like the time just now.
After Zhu Ming took out a ruler, the ancient world became sick.
All living beings were drowsy. At first, they only slept one or two more hours every day, and the immortals and gods felt a little sleepy.
However, as time passed, the person who originally slept only one or two more hours a day became an immortal god.
The whole world was asleep, and they, the beings, also began to fall asleep.
Later, those with great supernatural powers began to dream, and everything in their dreams was actually real, even the saints were possessed by it.
The Saint Jie Yin realized something was wrong, and with his great aspirations and great merits, he brought several saints out of the dream. The Sword of Immortal Execution, the innate treasure of the Master Tongtian, was broken in that dream.
The level of his most precious treasure was not high enough and he was trapped the deepest. If the Guiding Saint had not appeared, he would have absolutely no chance of coming back. This was why Patriarch Bodhi listened to his words of dissuasion and did not reply to Chen Zhu.
That dream could actually cut off the saint’s most precious treasure.
However, Saint Jie Yin was targeted by the disease because of this, and because he rescued several fellow Taoists, he has not yet woken up.
“I’ve been back to that time countless times.”
Tongtian Patriarch said solemnly: "It is found that the place connected by the ruler is in a mysterious world somewhere in the past of the country. Perhaps, it is the world of Zhuming."
Patriarch Bodhi remained silent again and just said:
"I have cut off the laws of heaven and earth, and I will definitely be able to find the reason." He looked at the yard that had just been cleaned by Chen Zhu and emphasized it again.
"My disciple, I will not make a mistake."
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"Where is the Master?"
Coming back to the world of Journey to the West at this point in time, in the bustling city, Zhulong slowly walked up the stairs and headed towards the so-called "Fangcun Mountain".
This is indeed Fangcun Mountain, but the mountain is now located in Lingtai County, Gansu Province, and there is a constant stream of tourists coming and going.
But compared to before, how can the mountain now be called a mountain? Walking up the steps, you can see some quaint buildings, without any spiritual energy.
There were only a few clay statues sitting in the room. Chen Zhu heard the Taoist friend not far away chattering about the others.
"This is the legendary Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. Legend has it that Sun Wukong learned his martial arts here. This is the dojo of Bodhi Patriarch."
“Please hurry up and check in and take photos. We have to go to the next attraction, the maple forest. Legend has it that there is a huge maple tree here that has survived from ancient times to the present day. Experts say it has a history of more than 1,500 years.
"Please hurry up, we have to catch the bus after today's tour. Three hundred yuan for three attractions, including round-trip food and accommodation. Don't dawdle!"
When we came to the maple forest at the back, we saw a huge maple tree standing tall in the middle, with fences and red ribbons hung with:
"Please bless me to become rich."
"Please bless my whole family with good health."
"Please let her come back."
"My overall small goal this year."
"I want to be rich!"
Chen Zhu carefully observed these red ribbons and found that 90% of them were prayers for getting rich quickly.
Haha, humans are indeed creatures with simple desires. He is different.
Chen Zhu walked over to the small stand selling red ribbons and asked, "How much does it cost to write one?"
"thirty."
"thirty?!!"
The young man shouted: "It's just a red ribbon, the cost is only a few cents, you want to charge me thirty?"
"Why don't you go and grab it!"
The owner of the pavilion frowned and said, "Young man, this has been blessed by a great monk. How can you justify its cost?"
The people queuing behind Chen Zhu also wanted to buy something. An aunt who had just passed menopause said to Chen Zhu:
"Young man, this prayer will only be answered if you are sincere. If you haggle over this little money, you will lose your own blessings."
I'm not going to insult you, this Sanxing Cave belongs to him, how could he not know whether it would damage his blessings?
But when he looked into the main hall over there, he saw a golden Buddha statue sitting steadily inside, enjoying the incense.
Oh, it turns out it’s not my home anymore.
Chen Zhu frowned slightly and spoke in a softer tone:
"How about twenty? People don't carry cash when they go out these days."
"twenty?"
Seeing Chen Zhu was searching, the boss didn't want to waste his time:
"Twenty is twenty. I see that you are sincere. Come and scan the code."
Chen Zhu laughed and said, "I'll give you cash."
He took out a twenty-yuan note and gave it to the boss, wrote the words "get rich overnight" on the note, and then hung it on the maple tree.
The boss was a little confused. Nowadays, people don’t carry cash when they go out. Shouldn’t you scan the code and pay with your mobile phone?
Where did Chen Zhu get the cell phone? What he meant was that people don’t carry cash when they go out now. He used his spatial authority to search the pockets of those college students who spent money lavishly, but only took out twenty dollars.
Who could have imagined that the simple profession of pickpocket would one day become unemployed and lost in the future?
While waiting to be hung, Chen Zhu discovered that the tree was actually the maple tree he had given to his master!
However, the maple tree's innate spiritual energy has completely disappeared and can no longer make up for the loss of heaven and earth.
what happened?
He continued to touch it and felt that this innate maple tree seemed incomplete.
Part of it is not in this world...
Dream?
In the ancient tomb passage, the dream god controls dreams and reveals his true form.
It was a gigantic monster, indescribable, with countless tentacles.
Each tentacle can branch out into more tentacles, spreading from the Tao to the entire prehistoric land.
He was constantly devouring dreams, which contained an immense amount of wish power.
This is very similar to incense, but there are some differences. They are all the wishes of sentient beings.
These wishes are continuously fed into the growing new deity, accelerating its gestation.
“Is this not good?”
Tomb frowned slightly: "Now all the living beings in the prehistoric world are in fear."
"It doesn't matter they just get a little more sleep."
The dream god replied: "He is coming out soon."
Sure enough, not long after, a new god was born in the sacrificial path.
The new deity had a slender figure and was covered in a floating cloud robe, but his face was blurry and could not be seen clearly.
You can see in its face that different creatures and new gods have been born.
Another new god. Many beings looked over here, and the next moment they saw the true form of the God of Dreams.
The monster with bared fangs and claws was so shocking that even though the innate gods were born in human form, they couldn't help but have a strange look in their eyes.
"Thank you two Taoist friends for helping me."
The new god bowed and said: "I have known my name since I was born. It is - Si."
"Worship the gods?"
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, congratulations, fellow Taoist!"
Mufen bowed and congratulated him: "You are offering sacrifices to the gods. To be honest, this fellow Daoist Meng beside me needs your help."
As he spoke, the Dream God regained his human form and smiled at the Sacrifice God:
"Fellow Daoist, do you have a way to pull out the people on these tombstones?"
His words were sincere and contained undisguised expectations, hoping that the deity would answer with the word "yes".
However, what the Dream God could not accept was that the Sacrifice God shook his head.
"Friend Meng, first of all, I want to thank you for blessing me with your coming to this world, but I really am somewhat powerless to revive the lives in these tombstones."
The priest spoke frankly, "Father God told me that He doesn't like these tombstones. If He insists on forcing them to revive, He will obviously fail."
"no?"
The Dream God lost consciousness, and He whispered again, "Is it really not possible? They are all gods who have contributed the Dao to the prehistoric world, how could the Father God not like them?"
Dream God began to murmur again, muttering to himself: "Why would Father God not like it?"
His steps were unsteady, and he stumbled away from here.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you help Him?"
Mufen asked softly, "Although I am not good at sacrificial art, I can sense the power of sacrificial art. Although it is difficult to revive these old gods, it should not be impossible, right?"
The God of Sacrifice smiled slightly: "I said that the Father God is not happy, but I didn't say it is impossible."
"Then why are you?"
"Fellow Daoist Mufen, didn't you see that? The god just now is different from us."
The god of sacrifice was grateful for the sacrifice of the ancient times. He had already gained wisdom before he was born. At this time, he said to the new god of the tomb:
"These old gods are not the same as us after all, and they have the same principles as us. If they were to fight, who do you think would win?"
He pointed to the world of tombstones and said, "What's more, these dead old gods are our predecessors. If they are resurrected, have you ever thought about what we would do?"
His words were realistic and cold: “It’s not that I don’t want to help, but that I can’t help.”
There was disbelief in Mu Fen's eyes. This was different from what he had imagined.
He originally thought that the new deity would help the Dream God, and that the Dream God would be happy.
Everyone will be happy.
But why... now everyone is still unhappy?
"You are too naive."
The priest patted the tomb's shoulder and said, "This is not your fault, fellow Taoist. Basically, there are no lies in what you hear in this tomb passage. They are all true feelings, because they are already dead."
"But what I heard were all the words of living people. There were lies everywhere, intrigues, and interests. Where is the truth?"
He comforted the tomb: "Don't help the dream god, think about how to help yourself."
This was the first time that Mufen heard of the evil in this world.
This shocked his soul, but when he thought of the pitiful appearance of the Dream God, he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted and distressed.
He has seen too much. Before, he was still in the gestation stage and couldn't act. Now he can act. How can he give up?
“I still have to help Him!”
Mu Fen made up his mind and found the distraught Dream God.
"Friend Meng, although I don't have a solution, we can go find a god who can think of this solution."
He suggested: "There is a new god born from the way of wisdom, let's go find that god."
"You're still willing to help me?"
The Dream God was a little surprised. The heart of this tomb was too kind.
(End of this chapter)