Dream Maker [Rebirth]

Small case, each small case has candlestick writing and ink on it, there is a futon in front of the case, the small case is surrounded by bead curtains, and the range can only accommodate one person in it, like a well-defined compartment.

The believers opened the bead curtains and entered the unoccupied "compartment", knelt on the futons, wrote the content such as what they asked for and the price they were willing to pay, etc. on the talisman paper, and did not stop after writing. While drying the talisman paper, it walked outside the hall.

Seeing this situation, Lu Ci asked strangely: "Where are they going to take the talisman paper?"

Ji Wuzhou said: "Take it home."

Lu Ci was at a loss: "And then?"

Ji Wuzhou said: "Then find an open space and ignite it, the talisman will be sent to the corresponding fairy palace, and that open space will become a transmission point."

At the moment of the deer's speech, he suddenly understood: no wonder they were sent directly to the yard of the dreamer today. It turned out that the owner of the house was the talisman that was lit in the yard.This also explains why the prayer symbols I saw on the road just now rose from the houses, not directly from the prayer hall.

Thinking about this, Lu Cifu was puzzled again: "Then why didn't they just take the talisman paper home and write it?" Could it be that writing here is more atmospheric?

Ji Wuzhou raised his chin towards the small case by the wall: "Because only the ink here can write on the talisman paper."

It turned out to be the case.

Lu Ci nodded clearly.

Ji Wuzhou leisurely walked around the altar, took out a few prayer talismans, and shook Lu Ci: "Want to play?"

These words attracted the attention of the surrounding believers, who obviously felt that this person was so daring that he dared to speak and act disrespectfully in the prayer hall.

Lu Ci couldn't help shrinking his neck, wishing he could pretend he didn't know him: "No... you can play by yourself."

Ji Wuzhou didn't care too much, raised his eyebrows and walked to the "compartment" beside him. He didn't know what was written on the talisman paper, and after a while, he opened the bead curtain again and walked out. Holding a piece of silver-white talisman paper between two fingers, he shook it: "Okay."

Lu Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and waited until he got close before whispering: "You pray to yourself?"

The corner of Ji Wuzhou's mouth curled up: "Is it fun?"

Lu Ci: "..." It's really fun.

Ji Wuzhou didn't take it seriously, and greeted Zhongli Bufu's altar while walking: "Come."

Lu Ci followed him to the front of the stage, seeing him raising his hand to hang the talisman paper on the candlelight, he was surprised and said, "You want to burn it here?"

Ji Wuzhou was noncommittal, and spread the other hand towards him.

Lu Ci said, "What are you doing?"

Ji Wuzhou said: "Hand."

Lu Ci put his hand up in a daze, Ji Wuzhou shook it lightly, and said with a smile: "Go home."

As he said that, he let go of the talisman paper and let it fall on the fire. The flames instantly wrapped it, turning into a light spot and rising in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the scene in front of Lu Ci's eyes suddenly overlapped with a certain memory, as if they were not in the prayer hall at the moment, but in a certain wing room, and the table in front of them was not the altar, but the wine table in the wing room. As for The person who ignited the talisman...

Song Zhong!

In Master Huo's memory, Song Zhong had lit a piece of paper at the wine table before attacking him.At that time, Lu Ci didn't know the existence of the prayer talisman, so he didn't know what the piece of paper was, but now looking at the picture in front of him, he suddenly realized that the piece of paper was actually a silver dream talisman!

Why did Song Zhong burn a dream talisman before committing a murder?

What is his dream?

Can it be achieved later?

Before he could continue to think about it, a white light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he was shaken again to close his eyes tightly.

……

After a while.

I wish that all the believers in the hall stood there as if petrified, staring blankly at the altar that condemned the celestial master.

After a long silence.

Someone said: "Is it my eyes?"

Another person next to him said: "It seems not."

The man asked, "There were two people there just now?"

Another said: "Yes."

The man said, "It's gone now?"

Another said: "Yes."

The man tremblingly said: "Then... where is the person?"

As if waking up from a dream, everyone screamed in unison and ran away in all directions: "There is—ghost—ah—!"