Chapter 281: The anger of the candlelight, the spiritual treasure slays the gods
Oneiroi and Tomb found a new god of wisdom.
He has been born, with a gentle face and a hint of tranquility in his elegance.
At this time, he was sitting on the clouds, speaking his wisdom to the earth.
Thus, in the Tao, countless creatures on earth gave birth to wisdom, stones became intelligent, plants and trees became wise, and rivers all cheered and rejoiced.
Although he cannot move yet, he has learned how to practice, and it won't be long before he will be able to completely escape from these mundane mountains and rivers.
"Daoyou, I can help you."
The new god of wisdom smiled and said, "But what can you bring me?"
"If I help you, our new gods will definitely be impacted, and I will be excluded. If you can convince all the new gods, I will definitely do my best to help you."
The new god of wisdom had already seen the future consequences. He smiled and continued to preach to all the spirits on earth below the clouds.
Wisdom continued to fall, but it could not land on the heart of the God of Dreams.
"How could you do this?"
Mufen was anxious, "Daoist friend Xinhui, please help Him."
He stepped forward and begged, but Xinhui held him back and looked at the God of Dreams.
"Fellow Daoist Meng, what you are going to do will cause dissatisfaction among everyone. Fellow Daoist Mufen is kind-hearted, but if we help you, we will isolate you. Can you bear it?"
"If you still have any conscience, you shouldn't drag him into this."
The dream god was silent, and his wisdom was deeply imprinted in his eyes.
"Then I will go and ask the other immortals if they agree."
He wanted to try again.
The closest thing to this place is a new god of the Red Sea.
But when the God of Dreams arrived at the sea, there were already two new gods waiting there.
"Daoyou Xinhui has already asked us in advance, but we are unwilling to do so."
This Xinhui still has intentions, but... he is powerless.
The God of Dreams clasped his fists and bowed to say goodbye to the God of the Red Sea and the God of the Red Mountain, then walked to Shangyin Mountain.
The Shangyin God here also politely declined.
The God of Dreams continued to search, and searched, until he found that even the new gods were unwilling to see him.
"Okay, great."
The God of Dreams was extremely desperate and came to Mount Buzhou.
Looking at the majestic Pillar of Heaven before him, He couldn't help but shed tears. He kept crying, but he couldn't express the pain in his heart.
In the end, it only became three heartbreaking words:
“Father God…”
He will not give up. Since the incense is not enough, He will work hard to make it enough!
At this moment in the future of the Journey to the West world, in that space, the bodies of the great masters were violently shaken.
"This time, I feel even more sleepy."
Master Tongtian cut a scar on his body with the broken sword, trying hard to prevent himself from falling asleep so easily.
However, the drowsy feeling became more and more obvious, and he was horrified to find that he could not feel much pain at all.
The things in front of my eyes began to blur, and some inexplicable things seemed to begin to appear in this space.
For example, a scarlet figure slowly walked towards them.
"No, everyone, be careful!"
Patriarch Bodhi suddenly came to his senses. He lit the incense and shouted, "Wake up!"
A drowsy feeling was temporarily swept away by him, and the monster disappeared.
But the next moment, an even more terrifying feeling of drowsiness came over him, making it difficult for Patriarch Bodhi to resist.
He held a small bell in his arms and kept shaking it, trying to wake everyone up, but he discovered that the small bell had turned into a piece of flesh and blood without him noticing.
No, the flesh and blood turned into the shape of his own head, and Patriarch Bodhi knew that he could no longer control it.
He couldn't wake up, and the Chaos Bell couldn't shake, but he had promised himself that if he couldn't maintain it...
"Candlelight!"
He roared loudly, and the sound passed through the space and landed accurately in Chen Zhu's ears.
"Candlelight!"
"Candlelight..."
"Zhu Ming..."
The voice became louder and louder, and Chen Zhu stood up suddenly: "Master!"
"Why are you so startled?"
The tourists around him frowned at him, but Chen Zhu ignored them. He wouldn't have heard wrong.
This time, without paying attention to other people's gazes, he raised his hands high and held up a candle!
He was going to go backwards in time, causing the tourists to exclaim in shock.
"Oh my god, is that a god?"
"We actually saw a fairy!"
"Kneel down and kowtow, God, please bless me with a big stock rise this time!"
Chen Zhu ignored it and continued to move forward in time.
He kept walking, but he didn't move, but the world around him kept changing.
The mountain has gone from being bustling to being full of war, with enemies even dropping bombs here.
Chen Zhu waved his hand to stop him and continued to walk forward. He also saw that he had taken out the measuring ruler.
When he arrived at the measuring ruler, he became one with his past self. He continued walking with the measuring ruler, moving forward until he reached the place where he sensed his master.
"division……"
He had just shouted a word when he found that he could no longer sense his master.
So Chen Zhu moved forward again, but no matter how he walked, his master always stopped talking when he just opened his mouth.
"How could this be?"
Chen Zhu's face looked grim. It was obvious that his master was avoiding him, but why was this happening?
The powerful beings in the world of Journey to the West are all beings who can roam freely in the long river of time. They would have surely discovered me if I had shouted.
Why is the master hiding from me?
Chen Zhu pondered, if he wanted to know, he must truly reverse time.
The master's voice when he called me before was urgent, and it was definitely not a simple shout.
Without further ado, Chen Zhu made up his mind. He opened his mouth and spit out a small bowl from the refining ruins. Behind the inverted small bowl was the hand of the Time Demon. Only this hand could "truly" reverse time!
What is true time reversal?
It is to let the whole world go back to its original trajectory, as if nothing had happened at this time, going back to the past and completely shrinking the process that the river had once gone through.
He picked it up, plucked a cloud of merit and celebration from above his head, and shook it vigorously!
"Ding bell~"
With that clear and pleasant sound, the world was rapidly moving backwards, and Chen Zhu himself was also moving backwards.
He was so emotional that all his actions were restrained, until the time when he picked up the measuring ruler.
There's a problem here.
The measuring ruler is an innate spiritual treasure and a symbol of measurement for the entire prehistoric world. It cannot be affected by the hand of the time demon.
If he wants to have an impact, Chen Zhu must pay a greater price, but his strength does not allow it at this time.
Gongdeqingyun originally had ten acres, and now there are only nine acres left. Chen Zhu really doesn't want to waste it.
So he crossed the measuring stick and continued forward.
But until he appeared, the world didn't react at all.
It's like being dead.
Chen Zhu even saw that Patriarch Bodhi, who did not recognize him at this time, was drowsy and fell asleep on the cushion.
However, it was at this moment that he finally discovered the problem!
"Dream Road!"
Chen Zhu stood up suddenly. This was the law of his ancient dream god. He was extremely sure of it.
But why is Meng Dao in this Journey to the West world?
He rang the bell again, and all the time that had previously gone backwards began to fast forward, and Chen Zhu came under the maple tree again.
He carefully sensed the maple tree in front of him, and indeed felt traces of Meng Dao, but they were very faint. He had not noticed it before, and the feeling was no different from the prehistoric times.
Moreover, this dream path was hidden very deeply. If he didn't have the dream path himself, he would have been deceived.
Chen Zhu suddenly reached out and grabbed the Xiantian maple tree and cut open the core of the tree!
The originally vague dream path began to quickly become clear, his figure began to blur, and he fell asleep in the heart of the tree.
But the shock this caused to the surrounding tourists was extremely terrifying!
"That immortal tore the ancient tree apart with his bare hands!"
"This is unscientific, this is a myth. A myth has appeared in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain!"
The crowd was noisy, some were bowing, some were climbing into the tree to touch the body of the fairy, and some were simply hugging the fairy tightly, hoping to get the fairy's chance.
In just half an hour, a special operations transport plane flew in from the sky and took over the place by force.
Another half an hour later, relevant leaders came, along with a large group of scientists, trying to find something.
But suddenly, the maple trees shook, the entire World Cup was shrouded in darkness, and everything in the world fell into doomsday.
This is a dream.
Chen Zhu was walking in a dream, and the world in the dream was completely different from reality.
It turned out that the entire world of Journey to the West had sunk into a dream. He saw the earth was dry, dead bones were everywhere, and the gods were sleeping in large numbers.
The thirty-three heavens fell to the ground, overlapping and breaking into pieces.
Tian Dao also fell and landed in the sea, motionless.
Chen Zhu came to Zixiao Palace, which was also empty.
Suddenly, an endless ominous feeling loomed from the distance.
He turned around and saw monsters with bared fangs and claws gnawing at the corpse of the immortal god. He saw Queen Qiongxiao lying in the Yaochi Lake, lifeless.
He also saw the Great Immortal Zhenyuan of Wuzhuang Temple collapsed on the ginseng fruit tree.
This person has been infected.
Chen Zhu frowned, but there were some people he knew who were not here.
“This isn’t really a dream yet.”
A trace of extremely faint authority emerged in his body, and with a violent shock, a gap was opened here!
"bass!"
Suddenly, a sword light flashed in the gap. It was the Qingping Sword, but there was only a broken blade. Then, Chen Zhu saw a golden lotus of merit against the gap.
"quick!"
An anxious voice came from inside, Chen Zhu's eyes lit up, and he quickly stretched out his hand to block the gap!
The Golden Lotus of Merit was rapidly dissipating as it was being eaten by something. Chen Zhu then discovered that it was a Dao-eating insect.
He also has this Dao-devouring worm, but this is an evolution in a dream, and it has the real power of the Dao-devouring worm!
Only the ninth-grade golden lotus of merit was left, which was being rapidly devoured. If he didn't hold on in time, the gap would close soon.
"open!"
He shouted loudly, exerted his dragon body, and the purple-gold body formed by the Eight-Nine Profound Art flashed by.
The gap was getting bigger and bigger as he tore it!
At the foot of the Buzhou Mountain in the ancient times, the God of Dreams frowned, sensing that his dream path was being torn apart.
"It has the power of a ruler."
His heart moved, and he knew that it was the sacrifice of the gods who was taking action.
Did He notice?
The God of Dreams wanted to follow the dream path to reach the destination, but he could not reach the destination no matter what.
The distance of the measuring stick is the farthest and cannot be reached by mouth.
Chen Zhu didn't care about those at this time. He tore open the gap roughly, and sure enough, he saw two familiar figures inside.
Sect Leader Tongti held the broken Qingping sword in his hand, and his body was covered with shattered pieces of the formation diagram which he barely picked up and hung on his body.
That was the broken diagram of the Zhu Xian sword formation.
On the other side, the Saint Jie Yin had half of his head cut off and was barely able to rush over here.
Farther away, Chen Zhu saw something familiar. It was a...
Pangu created the dream of heaven!
The huge axe was about to fall on the two saints.
"Master! Saint!"
He shouted loudly, gave up trying to force the gap open, and instead stood in front of the axe.
"when!"
His scales were numb and his flesh was cut open. He was sure that it was the Dream God who was taking action!
But how could the Dream God cross the wilderness to reach this world of Journey to the West? And suddenly harm this world?
"Candlelight?"
Tongtian Patriarch stopped in time, but did not approach:
"Are you the real or fake Zhu Ming?"
"Master, no matter if I am real or fake, please wait for a moment."
Chen Zhu was extremely furious. What a great dream of Pangu creating the world. This was the dream god's trump card, and now he was using it on him.
The wounds on his body were stained with blood. Only the God of Dreams could do that. I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted in the first place.
To deal with the Dream God, even though he had reached the level of an immortal, he had to use all the means at his disposal.
He took out a measuring stick from his head, opened his mouth and spit out a bell, and knocked it hard!
"when!"
Pangu’s dream of creating the world was shattered, and the entire dream world was shattered!
"what!"
The God of Dreams on Mount Buzhou suddenly screamed miserably. For some reason, it was as if a bomb had fallen into a tank of water and exploded, leaving him covered in wounds and screaming miserably!
The huge screams resounded throughout the entire Buzhou Mountain, causing the immortals and gods on the mountain to shake their heads and sigh.
Can't help but say: "Poor thing."
But Mengshen knew who it was, but couldn't find Chen Zhu.
This method is even more insidious than the one before the infinite kalpa.
At this time, Chen Zhu couldn't find the God of Dreams. After just one knock, the entire dream world shattered, and Pangu's dream of creating the world was also shattered.
"Master, are you all right?"
He quickly turned around and looked at the two: "Where is my master? Where is my master?"
He was extremely worried about his master at this time and hurried to ask.
"I don't know. We got separated."
Tongtian Patriarch was still a little wary, and suddenly left here quickly with the Saint Jie Yin.
"Master!"
Chen Zhu searched here and finally saw Patriarch Bodhi in a valley.
The originally clean Bodhi Patriarch was sitting in the valley covered in blood, and the blood had already coagulated into a ball under his body.
His body was covered with wounds so deep that the bones could be seen, and there was a leaf of the innate willow tree on his head. If it weren't for the leaf, he might have died.
Chen Zhu was shocked, angry, and happy at the same time. He could not say anything else. He cut a cut on his body and gave the dragon's blood as a gift.
"Master, I am a real dragon. My blood is a great treasure. Please drink it!"
"Is it really candlelight?"
Patriarch Bodhi clenched the leaves and wanted to leave, but when he saw the nervous face, he couldn't help but hesitate.
Several of the wounds on his body came from here.
"Master, I'm here!"
At this moment, another voice appeared, and another Candle Dragon flew over from a distance, with the same tense expression on his face.
Seeing the Zhulong, Chen Zhu could no longer control the anger on his face.
"Get out of here!"
He took out the bell and the measuring ruler again and knocked hard! Smashing the figure of the candle dragon!
"Boom!"
The heaven and earth shook again, and the "Candle Dragon" was shattered into ashes.
"what!"
The Dream God on Mount Buzhou screamed again, and his body was directly destroyed, but he quickly walked out of the dream again.
"God, how did I offend you?"
He wanted to look for it, but a feeling of weakness flowed out of his body, which gave up the idea of looking.
"It's all my own fault..."
"Fellow Daoist, you actually took a wrong step, but it may not be impossible to change."
At this moment, the great god Hongjun came down from the top of Mount Buzhou...
……
In the world of Journey to the West, Chen Zhu watched the last trace of the dream being dispelled, then he turned around and gently picked up the immobile Bodhi Patriarch.
He was injured too badly. If it had been a little later, Chen Zhu didn't know how serious the consequences would have been.
"Candlelight."
Patriarch Bodhi pushed his hand away, but his first words were:
"Why do you want to harm Master?"
This sentence was like a thunderclap. Chen Zhu was incredulous: "Why would I hurt you?"
If it weren't for Patriarch Bodhi, Chen Zhu would be nothing.
He would never have the intention to harm Patriarch Bodhi in this life, so how could he harm Master?
"Master, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding here. I don't know when I will harm you."
He asked calmly, and saw Patriarch Bodhi pointed to the top of his head.
"For some unknown reason, this thing has plunged the world into a nightmare. Even saints are powerless to stop it."
As Patriarch Bodhi pointed, Chen Zhu took down the measuring ruler. Was it because he used the measuring ruler?
Could it be that his own Dao of the Great Desolation had affected this world? But why was it the Dao of Dreams?
He knew that he had to go back to the Dream God and ask for clarification no matter what.
"Master, do you believe in candlelight?"
He asked in a low voice: "If you believe in Zhuming, wait for Zhuming, and Zhuming will go and ask clearly."
Patriarch Bodhi nodded and said, "Xiao Zhuming, how could the master not believe you?"
The wounds on his body were all caused by Zhu Ming, but he still chose to let Chen Zhu get close to him.
Who can tell the difference between truth and falsehood in a dream?
"Yes!" Chen Zhu nodded heavily and carefully used the cocoon rebirth method to heal Bodhi Patriarch's injuries.
He left one of his bodies behind to protect his master, and with a nod, he walked upstream on the river of light.
The gigantic Zhulong revealed its true form, and in anger, it held a measuring ruler on its head, was covered with a blanket of green lotus leaves, and held a bell in its mouth as it quickly rushed towards Mount Buzhou!
"Dream God! Die quickly!"
His anger had never been as great as it was at this moment. Patriarch Bodhi had already become his relative.
For the sake of peace and Taoism, he dared to kill the innate god and fight against the evil god!
For the sake of Patriarch Bodhi, he might be able to kill a mere dream god by all means!
The dragon's roar resounded throughout Mount Buzhou, causing some beings to look up.
Under the North Sea, the huge Kun looked at the measuring ruler and then at the small bell.
In the far west, the tip of the spear in the black lotus trembled slightly, and Luohu sat down again.
And somewhere in the space, Zulong frowned and asked in a voice transmission: "Zhu Ming, why are you doing this?"
"Emperor, the Dream God bullied me first today."
Chen Zhu gritted his teeth and said, "I'm here to ask him for an explanation. If he's not satisfied, I'll kill him today!"
The God of Dreams was on Mount Buzhou. Seeing Chen Zhu coming at him aggressively, he sighed and no longer had any strength left.
"My fellow Daoist, you have finally survived countless calamities, but you have lost your will just like that?"
Great God Hongjun shook his head slightly: "You, forget it, Daoist friend, I will help you this time."
He walked to the outside of Buzhou Mountain and said with a smile:
"Little Taoist priest, why are you so angry? Why don't you sit down and have a good talk with me?"
Good dreams everyone~
(End of this chapter)