magic barrier

"Brother... what, is there such a thing? Um... well, since you have already gone to investigate, there should be nothing wrong. Hehe, it's just a little unbelievable. I just happened to be here today to shoot a promotional video. Let's have a chance to talk to him." Tan Jingshui stood in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, listening to the mobile phone with his neck tilted, while absent-mindedly dancing in the autograph book, "Okay, then I'll be busy first, and I'll call you later."

He hung up the phone and put down his pen. Fat Fox, who had been squatting at the door for a long time, immediately walked up to meet him, "Second Young Master, the staff over there are ready and ready to start shooting at any time."

"Well, let's go together." Tan Jingshui handed all the signed notebooks to him, stopped and said, "Fat Fox, go and ask Baili's president, Chu Feimo, if he is in the company today." .”

"President Baili?" The fat fox with a face full of baby fat patted his shiny forehead and said seriously, "By the way, I was just about to tell you about this, when his assistant Xiao Sen came to me just now, saying that Chu Feimo Please come to the meeting room at three o'clock in the afternoon to discuss the long-term cooperation in detail, and I have agreed for you."

"That's good, that's right, he took the initiative to deliver it to your door." Tan Jingshui stroked her shoulder-hanging hair and smiled deeply.

Fat Fox had question marks all over his head, "What?"

"It's nothing to do with you. At noon, I want to eat pork liver stir-fried with leeks and braised noodles with fennel."

"Second son, I don't make noodles with stewed fennel as delicious as my brother's. Would you like to try tomato noodles?" He is better at this.

"Alright."

*****

Jinyu is located in Shenyin Road Street, Xihua District, S City, covering the east of Dongbian District and the south of Shifu Road. There is an endless stream of pedestrians and vehicles on weekdays, and neon lights flash at night. It is a key project developed and constructed by Baili Group in S City one.

The predecessor of the bustling pedestrian street in Jinyu was originally a narrow alley with a history of more than 200 years. Now most of the shops in the reopened alley have been remodeled beyond recognition, full of modern atmosphere, and there is only one inconspicuous one. The small temple, which is almost covered by the signboards of various stores, still maintains a simple and mysterious color.

The vermilion walls have long since peeled off and turned white, and a few loose bluestone slabs connect the gate and the Buddhist hall. The temple is surrounded by green bamboos, and the cigarettes are faint and refreshing.

The breeze blows silently, as if relaxing the pores of the whole body and every tense and tired nerve.

Chu Feimo, who was sitting cross-legged on the golden Buddha cushion, raised his cup and sipped his tea lightly, frowning slightly, and reluctantly drank it with dissatisfaction, "It's rare to come here once, so you will treat your old classmates with this thing?"

A strong bitterness continued to spread from the tip of his tongue, making his brows tighter.

But Zhong Lirandeng, who was sitting opposite, was drinking tea one cup after another with both hands. Hearing this, he just smiled at him heartily, with a gentle voice, "Haha, it's because you usually eat too much delicacies from mountains and seas, and you can't taste this good." The true taste of tea. Busy man, you didn't come all the way here to pick on my tea, did you?

"Naturally, if you have nothing to do, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall." Chu Feimo put down the emerald green teacup, a rare seriousness appeared on his stern face, and his tone was also serious, "Monk, please do me a favor."

In the small Buddhist hall, the sunlight that leaked through the carved partition fell on the shoulders of the man opposite him, casting deep and shallow shadows. His bright bald head was not dazzling, the blue monk robe was simple and plain, and a pair of black arhat shoes neatly Placed next to the Buddha cushion.

so formal?

and.

"You actually came to ask me for help? That's amazing." Ran Deng Qingjun's smile deepened a bit, and his thumb gently rubbed the lid of the teapot, his interest was aroused, "Tell me something first Let's do it."

Chu Feimo thought for a while and said, "I remember you said that you are the best at reading Fengshui."

"Yeah." Ran Deng nodded, and asked more and more curiously, "Don't you not believe that?"

"I don't believe it, and I don't believe it completely." Chu Feimo took a sip of tea slowly, and said slowly, "That's right, I took a picture of a piece of land in S City a few days ago."

"Congratulations, it seems that the second golden realm is just around the corner." Ran Deng sincerely congratulated.

Chu Feimo was not at all happy, "Don't rush to say congratulations, it's a wasteland in the suburbs, and it's useless at all."

Moreover, the degree of waste is beyond ordinary people's imagination, and the farmland is seriously unqualified.

Ran Deng withdrew his smile, his eyes didn't seem to recognize him, and he was full of surprise, "You, you actually spend money to buy waste land?"

It's really an anecdote.

Chu Feimo, who used to shop around carefully when buying a pencil or an eraser, would never buy a book by himself if he could read other people’s books. The famous iron chicken little prince who always spends on the blade... Said that he spent money to buy a piece of useless waste land.

You still want me to show the Feng Shui of that waste land?

Ran Deng was stunned for a moment, then returned to his smile, and couldn't help asking, "Is the land price very cheap now?"

"Not at all. Actually, I myself... well, I don't know why I decided to buy it in the first place." I didn't even read all the information about the land, so I made a decision directly based on a picture.

It is typical to be happy for a while after buying, and a little confused after the cool.

Call it impulsive consumption, but it can't be fully counted. After all, he didn't feel any regrets after buying that waste land, and he even felt extremely satisfied.

And it was this sense of satisfaction that he didn't know where it came from that completely confused Chu Feimo, as confused as Zhang Er.

He didn't mention this to Xiao Se and the others. Instead, he found Zhong Lirandeng, a classmate who was a bit naughty in college, and became a monk after graduation.

"Go and see with me." Chu Feimo didn't know why he said that, but he said it anyway.

"Okay, let's go." Ran Deng readily agreed, he put on his shoes and stood up, patted the wrinkled monk robe lightly, thought for a while and whispered, "Are you driving?"

Chu Feimo looked at him coldly, and said in a disgusted tone, "I didn't drive, I came here, it's not easy to find a parking space in your poor place."

"Chu Feimo, the surroundings are all planned by your company."

Blame me?

Someone soon realized the problem and avoided his teasing gaze, "Hey, let's drive your car."

Zhong Liran smiled helplessly. Before he left, he went to the cabinet of the Buddhist hall to take out a bag of mixed grains, poured them into the silver plates scattered in the yard, and placed them in place one by one.

Chu Feimo was waiting quietly not far away. He was dressed in a straight black suit and his figure was slender. Both of them were about the same height, but Ran Deng's shoulders were wider than Chu Feimo's, making him look more solid and strong.

"Let's go.

Two figures with very different styles, one green and one black, came to the backyard. Chu Feimo rubbed his temples, and couldn't bear to look directly at the car with the lamp.

It is a "gray" Teng that has lost its true colors.

"How long have you been away?"

Ran Deng smiled and said, "Not long ago, it was still on yesterday."

This Chu Feimo still believed, "Okay, let me change the question, how long has it been since you wiped the car?"

"It's only been two days, get in the car, and you can still drive with a few simple swipes."

In fact, he washes the car very diligently, but the temple often patronizes some restless little guys, and he likes to toss his backyard. This car was the first to suffer, and then he gradually got used to the lights.

At noon, the sun was scorching.

The land in Yuhong District was still very rotten, but because of the diligent cleaning of the ground flower and the two demons, it no longer gave off some strange smells.

Bao Yu was extremely shocked by this. Even though he had confirmed it with Meng Feibai several times, he still asked repeatedly, "Boss Bai, is it really normal that the smell is gone? Boss Bai, If it doesn't smell, could it be that it's sick... Boss Bai, I always feel that something is wrong!"

Even the white lines that those guys drew are gone, they must have done something to my baby bump...

"Boss! Did you hear me? Boss, boss, something big is going to happen to my baby!"

Meng Feibai was so noisy that his brain ached, he couldn't help touching the center of his eyebrows with his palm, and said coldly, "If you don't shut up, I'm leaving."

Bao Yu became quiet in an instant, pursed his lips pitifully, and obediently followed Meng Feibai's footsteps.

The leader who holds the deed of selling himself is really not to be offended.

Meng Feibai wore a light gray woolen trench coat today, the collar was still turned up high and covered most of his face, his dark eyes were like a cold pool, deep and bottomless.

He put his hands in his pockets casually, and his overall demeanor was in sharp contrast to the scorching weather.

Bao Yu was wearing the uniform work clothes of Demon Realm Coffee, a white shirt, dark blue slim-fit trousers, and the black leather shoes under his feet were polished to a shine.

If you don't look at the neck, he is actually quite handsome. If you look at the neck, the tender face is seriously inconsistent with the style of the clothes.

A taciturn demon led a hesitant land lord to circle around a bare hill. The land became more and more confused, but the demon became more sober.

It should be here.

Meng Feibai suddenly stopped in one place, put his palms together in front of his chest, and muttered a few words silently, a pure white paper lantern floated in front of him.

"Is this, Meng Deng?" Bao Yu, who almost bumped into his back, finally couldn't hold back, and shouted excitedly.

It is rumored in the Six Realms that the Dream Lantern contains dreams that are feared by countless beings. The Dream Lantern is omniscient and omniscient. It is an absolutely mysterious and powerful existence, and only the Dream Demon can control it.

only……

"Is the dream lantern actually made of paper? It doesn't even have any decent patterns." It's really disillusioned. It turns out that the incomparably powerful thing in the legend looks like this. Bao Yu pointed slightly and said, "Boss, it looks like this." It looks so broken."

A sharp and murderous gaze swept straight at him.

"Do you still want to pay next month's salary." Boss Bai's voice sounded extremely cold.

Think QAQ!really want!

My poor land, when will it have seeds.

There must be time to remedy it now, "In fact, once you accept this setting, take a closer look at the dream lamp, which looks pretty good. It is white and delicate, and there is no extra decoration to highlight its unique charm. It is particularly attractive and has an endless aftertaste. Not cumbersome or pretentious, not exaggerated and not flaunting wealth... In short, it's just one word - good!"

Bao Yu broke out in a cold sweat as he spoke.

Such exaggerated acting skills...Boss Bai must have seen through it at a glance, and then became angry, and then withheld all the salary together with next year's salary.

He covered his face, not daring to look directly at Meng Feibai's expression at this moment.

Meng Feibai's complexion eased unexpectedly, and there was even a little joy in his tone, "I can't see that you still have some taste."

Bao Yu, "..."

At this time, the dream lamp summoned by Meng Feibai began to spread faint light, dotted with stars, constantly merging with the day, and a light blue sphere floated out, and finally landed in Meng Feibai's palm Up, steady and still.

"Is this a dream?" Bao Yu stretched out his fingers and poked it twice, but there was no response.

"Yes, and it's still your dream."

"my dream?"

"Well, this is your most precious memory (dream), but it belongs to me now." Meng Feibai crushed a small piece, opened his collar and put it in his mouth to chew a few times.

Bao Yu swallowed subconsciously, and asked, "Boss, is my dream delicious?"

"Well, it's okay."

The taste is not delicious but relatively fresh, which is okay if it is true.

At least it tasted much better than the last time Heiwuchangmeng. Although it was a bit salty, it didn't have the earthy smell that Mengfeibai hated most, so it could be swallowed smoothly.

The special feature of this dream is not the taste, it was donated by Bao Yu with the consent, and it also reveals a pure and persistent air, eating all of it can produce a short-term feeling of fullness, unlike those who were forced by Meng Feibai Dreams, no matter how rich the content is, are unpalatable and nauseating.

Picking up and sending one piece into his mouth, at the end, Meng Feibai still licked his lips with unsatisfactory smile, "Thank you for the hospitality."

It took Bao Yu a while to come back to his senses, and his tone was unlovely, "No, you're welcome."

Before he finished speaking, it was no longer a bald mountain and broken ground, but... a mountain temple he was familiar with, with red walls and green tiles, and the surroundings of the temple were lush and full of flowers, completely different from today's miserable scene.

This is, a dream, right?

Pain filled Bao Yu's heart, silently looking at his former home.

At this time, a small figure wearing a tiger-skin hat ran past him. The yellow jacket was loose and loose, and a shoe was missing at some point. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he pulled his neck and shouted, "Woo! The mountain god Erya, they said that the mountain we guarded was too low to be counted as a real mountain."

"Where are the shoes?" Mountain God Zihua bent down to catch the little land that flew over, slowly picked him up, and asked in a low voice, "Are you fighting with another land?"

"There was no fight." Bao Yu buried his tears in his chest, "I'm so good."

"to be frank."

Seeing Zihua's face darken, Bao Yu bit his lips and said, "They disrespect the mountain god, I'm angry!"

"Ignore the gossip."

"But...but the place we live in is really much shorter than Erya's house."

Zihua sighed silently, "This is not a mountain at all."

Bao Yu tilted his head to look at him, "But you are the mountain god of this mountain."

"I...well, yes, I am the mountain god." Zihua cast a spell to fetch a pair of brand new cloth shoes from the air, and put them on again for him. "If you don't practice hard, you can't even fight against other lands."

"They bully the few with the more."

"Is it reasonable to lose?"

"Hey, I'll start practicing hard tomorrow." A certain little Douding who didn't remember to eat had new shoes, and quickly ran out of the yard.

Zihua watched him leave helplessly, and then, the picture in front of Bao Yu's eyes began to change again. It was a thunderstorm night, and he had grown up a lot, hugging the quilt and sleeping soundly. A piece of paper emperor order sent by Jie Tianbing.

"Now that the God Realm is in trouble, and it is at stake, please ask Emperor Zihua to come back with me."

Zihua, the emperor.

The picture ends here abruptly, and Bao Yu returns to reality along with the dream.

"The Heavenly Emperor of the God Realm once had two capable generals, Zihua Honglian, the honorable emperor. The god you served before was demoted. No, in modern language, it is called the Zihua Emperor who skipped work. It fell on you, and you regarded it as a mountain god."

"Here..."

Meng Feibai folded his arms around his chest, "This land was chiseled by someone with a certain background thousands of years ago, and it was severely damaged. Later, it lost the protection of Zihua's divine power. In addition, you are not good at cultivating the land, and you don't have enough sacrifices to maintain it. Enough anger, gradually became what it is today."

Rotten out of control.

Bao Yu fell into silence, and asked after a long time, "Emperor Zihua, is he okay now?"

"?" Meng Feibai glanced at him and said calmly, "He died a thousand years ago."

"Dead? Will gods die too?" Bao Yu thought about many possibilities, but he didn't expect such a result.

Tears that were a thousand years late fell down my cheeks.

"Of course, not just God."

Everything inside and outside the Six Realms is not endless.

Under the chaotic struggle 1000 years ago, it wasn't God Realm who died the most, but Shura.

The entire Shura Dao army was wiped out, and there was no possibility of revival.

"Okay, don't cry. Emperor Zihua was indeed confirmed to be dead a thousand years ago, but with his profound cultivation back then, it is not impossible to survive." The degree of respect and love for Zihua.

"what?"

The amount of information received today was a bit large, and Bao Yu was in a daze, unable to react for a while.

"His soul should not have completely dissipated." As long as the soul persists, even if it turned into ashes, it is possible to wake up again. "And, I almost have someone in my heart."

"Which candidate? Who is it?"

"Coincidentally, that person is going to buy your place... Well, he seems to be here."

Bao Yu followed Meng Feibai's gaze, one black and one green, two tall and straight figures were also looking at them at the same time.

The four of them have one thing in common—all of them don't match the style of this season.

small theater--

Meng Feibai: The stepmother author finally let me meet Xiao Gong!

Ran Deng: It also allowed me to meet Xiao Shou.

Meng Feibai: Finally, I don’t have to go hungry anymore. (you can eat the monk's dream every day)

Ran Deng: Yes, I will try my best to feed you. (You can eat the fresh flesh of the Dream Demon every day)

Meng Feibai: I always feel that something is wrong.