After being dressed as the evil god

A long dream in March, the world has doubled several times.

When it snowed heavily in midwinter, Xuanqingjiao was destroyed like a colorful bubble.Then the five declines of heaven and man suddenly fell, the mortal ice and snow fell all over the monks' heads, and weirdness appeared frequently. The Huangquan Inn opened and closed, but tore apart the self-proclaimed Dao Hearts to reveal the still human hearts inside.The [-]-sound bell of Diancang Mountain gathered casual practitioners from all over the world, and it also awakened his long dream that should have been awakened long ago.The orthodox Great Yin in the world died like a fire that swept away the prosperity on paper. Although it was abrupt and unreal, several major vassal states have already moved quickly to receive what is left of it.

Of course, Liang Guo was not among them.The current King Liang is his nephew who was missing but survived. It seems that Xu Kang's weird and sinister disease doesn't have to drain his blood to survive.

After all these changes, the midwinter counts to nine, and it will be the spring of the next year.

Leaving Xiaohuan Village, which is gently surrounded by mountains on three sides, the mountains are also verdant and verdant.Bees chase flowers in early spring.

The color of honey is clear, and the spring is beautiful. After the bitter winter, you should also taste some soft sweetness.

Like this, when winter ends and spring comes, the warm wind blows people, the green turns thicker, the hard ice melts, and the withered branches are covered, and the lonely well is forgotten.

Xu Huan walked in the world in early spring with his sad white hair, as if he was left behind in the last cold winter.

The lush green leaves of Sapindus shattered between his fingers.

Huan also means no trouble tree.But what Huan refers to is not an ordinary tree in the world, but a legendary sacred tree.

No trouble, no trouble.This is the name his mother gave him.But the person who gave him this blessing has long since lost his bones.

Now that he is away from the stage that Tu Shanyao has carefully woven for him, there have been several changes in the world, and after a cursory look, he can vaguely see the shadow of someone playing games behind him.

As for him, he is probably someone who used to be in a daze and didn't know where he was going, but now he has finished playing and abandoned. Who can ask him about his ridiculous life?

But he, the puppet who acted in a play without knowing it, always needs to know how he got on the stage.

……

A butterfly landed on the red-painted dark railing.The railings are mottled, cracked and messy, and the old paint skin is crisply lifted, revealing the gray wood color underneath.

The butterfly landed on the largest piece of patent leather, its thin claws grasped the thin edge of the patent leather, and its two huge wings fluttered leisurely - its wings were beautiful blue-purple and translucent patterns , flickering in the sun with gorgeous blurred and different shades of change, the lower end of the wings drags a long tail like a ribbon, and every wave is like a smart note on the strings.

Xiao Sheng crawled out of the box, he watched the colors on the butterfly wings change, his eyes blurred, and he became more and more infatuated.

Boom!

The gong fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Xiao Sheng shivered in fright, only to realize that he involuntarily approached the butterfly, and accidentally knocked off the gong next to it.

The sound of footsteps outside hurriedly came to this side, the class leader opened the door with a slam, and saw Xiao Sheng who was at a loss, and said angrily: "Xiao Sheng? You followed secretly? Do you want to be punished?!"

"Father... I just, I just want to come and see..." Xiao Sheng was timid at first, muttering in a low voice, but then he said confidently, "You promised me that you would bring me out next time! That's why I told you coming!"

The class leader stared at him: "You dare to challenge me! Do you want to be beaten?! Didn't I tell you that it won't work this time, can I take you next time?"

Xiao Sheng murmured: "Next time, it's easier to say next time."

"What did you say?"

Xiao Sheng closed his mouth and stopped talking.

The movement here disturbed other people in the troupe, so they came to persuade them: "Master, he has already followed him when he came, and he can't rush back. It's too late to scold him now, so let's forget it first, the important thing is to sing well." .”

Xiao Sheng looked at them eagerly, there was no fear in her eyes, only expectation.

The leader glared at him again, and warned: "Calm down, don't make trouble this time, no one can afford it!"

Xiao Sheng nodded repeatedly, but was dragged away by his father by the arm.Before leaving, he thought of the butterfly that had been scared and forgotten before, and turned his head to take a look.The beautiful butterfly has long since disappeared.

His father was still babbling about him, and found that his left ear was listening to the right ear, so he grabbed his ear: "Did you hear it?!"

Xiao Sheng hurriedly covered her ears: "It hurts! It hurts! I heard it, Dad, I heard it! I won't cause trouble!"

His father pushed him to the person next to him, and then hurried away: "You teach him, I have to go to work."

While grinning and rubbing his ears, Xiao Sheng complained coquettishly to the person who rescued him: "Senior Brother Third, Dad is so fierce today."

"Listen to Master carefully." The third senior brother took him backstage, pointed him to a place to sit, and stuffed a picture album for him to flip through, "Don't go out, and don't move things around. Let's sing later." Don't just look around. You just stay here and come back with us when the singing is over."

That would be so boring... Xiao Sheng pouted and nodded in agreement.

The third brother reprimanded him: "You really shouldn't have followed secretly this time. Master promised you that next time will be the next time. This time is different from before."

"Why is it different?" Xiao Sheng asked curiously.

"Our stage is set up, can you see someone coming to watch the show?"

Xiao Sheng shook his head.That's right, usually after the troupe set up a stage in one place, someone would come over to talk to them.What's more, he was brought here by his father, and the surrounding scene was not quite right - the stage for singing and opera should be in a wide area with people around, but here it looks like a dirt road, and there are no houses around.Who is this play sung for?

The third senior brother warned him: "This play is not for people to listen to, it is for worshiping the gods, and the sacrifice is for You Yinggong. So absolutely nothing can happen. Don't act recklessly, or you will harm the whole team. "

Xiao Sheng was really startled, and nodded obediently.It's not that he doesn't understand anything, there is a difference between a drama of worshiping a god and a drama of worshiping a god.Some big plays sung to worship the gods are like temple fairs, lively and lively, everyone gathers to watch, there are not too many taboos, and the gods are not strange.Those are righteous gods who protect one side.Some, like the present one, have very strict rules and have Yinggong, which are Yin gods. Although they are called "Gods", they are actually ghosts.You must be careful when singing such a play.

Seeing that he was frightened by the third senior brother, he explained a few more words, and then left.

Xiao Sheng sat obediently in the background, neither running nor moving, just tightly holding the album in her hand.

The gongs and drums sounded in front of the stage, and the photogenic actor first shouted loudly: "Hey! There is Ying Gong in Wanying Temple, and there is an invitation in front of the hall!"

Xiao Sheng sat on the pier without moving his feet, and couldn't help but glance out.

The stage is set on the wilderness dirt road, facing the main entrance of Wanyinggong Temple.

The front of the stage was empty, and there was no one. Accompanied by the sound of singing on the stage, there was something strange about it.

Xiao Sheng panicked in his heart, only glanced at it, and then quickly turned his head back.He was still curious, so he had to force himself to look down at the picture book, but his attention was always drawn away by the singing on stage, and he couldn't read it no matter what.

This is not a play for the living, but a play for ghosts and gods.

Xiao Sheng kept muttering in his heart.

I hope that there will be no trouble, I hope that the public will be satisfied, and I hope that the people in the team will not be embarrassing...

While Xiaosheng was looking at the empty stage below, a group of Mr. Ying crowded together and looked at the stage.Some were fascinated by shaking their heads, and some asked the person next to them, "What are you singing? Tell me about it?"

Next to him was Ying Gong's regret: "It's a pity that I didn't take melon seeds or anything."

The one here continued to push him persistently: "Next time you ask them to bring melon seeds in your dream, won't it be over? Tell me what you're singing about!"

"You don't understand what position you want to occupy? Go, go! Don't disturb me listening to the play!"

"What's the matter if you don't understand? Why don't you let me listen if you don't understand?!"

Taking advantage of the hustle and bustle, some secretly wanted to watch it on the stage—ordinary people couldn't see them anyway.As a result, it provoked public outrage, and was pulled down by a group of Yinggongs and hung on a tree.

Have you fixed the lighting method?What should I do if I don't come next time if I scare people away or get sick?They are in the remote countryside, so bored that they are about to grow mushrooms. Is it easy to sing an opera?

The one who was hung on the tree struggled twice but did not get off, and hung peacefully on it without moving——the tree has a good view.

There was Mr. Ying outside the temple gate who was watching a play happily, while Mr. Ying was inside the temple gate with a sad face, wanting to look outside but not daring to do so.Sitting opposite him was a guest whose eyebrows and hair were as white as frost and snow, so he had to entertain this troublesome guest first.

Outside, the grass is thick and shaded, Zhulan draws lanterns, babbling and singing is lively, but inside it is dark and cold, leaving empty puppets to accompany him.Some Ying Gong wants to cry but has no tears.

This guest came here unexpectedly today, and he was born with a rare good-looking appearance in the world, but he was so cold that he was less like a living person than these lonely ghosts.

I don't know where this person came from... However, it doesn't matter if you know it or not, the point is that he can't beat him-they are full of temples and all the Yinggongs can't beat him together.

But why is he the only one who has to stay here to entertain guests?He also wants to watch a play.

The sad You Yinggong pretended that he didn't like going to the theater.

"...Then Mr. Li left. That's about it. I've said everything I know." You Ying said.

This uninvited white-haired guest came for Mr. Li Quan, who once pointed him on fire.He didn't know much about Mr. Li, and what he knew was nothing secret, no matter how carefully he explained it, it would take an incense stick of effort to explain it.

Is it alright? Is it alright?He wants to go to the theater!He has been dead for nearly a hundred years, and he has not lived an entertainment life for nearly a hundred years!

You Yinggong looked at Xu Huan pitifully.

When Xu Huan raised his eyes, a pair of lonely stars appeared from his frosty eyelashes.Before he said anything, You Yinggong immediately began to rack his brains consciously: "There is really nothing else. I said at the time that I wanted to follow him. He didn't even want me. He said, wait for me." Let’s talk when it’s repaired. Oh, yes! The old man Wen, who can carve wooden statues, and his son and daughter played gongs and small drums. They went to Dunxi City to join Wu Hou, but... But later, Wu Hou disappeared, and we don’t know. Where are they now? If you can find him, maybe you can learn more about Mr. Li Quan from them. Before he came to the temple, he was with Old Man Wen and the others."

"You go." Xu Huan said.

Mr. Ying was overjoyed and floated out in a flash.There was only the beginning of the singing outside, and he still had time to watch it!

There is no window in the temple, and Xu Huan sits in the shadows.The drama outside the temple came in one sentence after another, and it was hard for anyone to listen to it.

"...

"I'm like a wild goose mourning in the sky; I'm like a dragon swimming in a shallow beach;

"..."

Behind the stage, Xiao Sheng was holding the album in a daze.This is sung by his elder brother, he is familiar with the opera, but he has not yet experienced the age of being able to understand the words of the opera, but he feels that his elder brother sings more sadly than before.

It doesn't come into my ears, and my mind is just thinking wildly.He didn't know exactly what happened, he only vaguely knew that the year was not good last year, the elder brother left the team last year, saying that he wanted to go back to his hometown to have a look. thing.

Xiao Sheng flicked through two more pages of the picture album, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.He subconsciously looked up over there.

Butterfly!

It was the astonishingly beautiful butterfly he had never seen before!

Xiao Sheng held her breath involuntarily, turned her head around, and fixed her eyes on the butterfly.It landed on the box, its body was covered with a ray of light coming in from the gap in the baffle, and the blurred flickering on its wings was like a dream.This is much better than the picture album he has flipped through countless times!

Xiao Sheng still remembered that he couldn't run around. He sat on the pier, turned his feet in a circle, faced the butterfly, leaned forward, his neck protruded, and his eyes became more and more obsessed...

……

"...Looking back, the prosperity is like a dream, and the remaining life pays Jingtao."

Another song was sung on the stage. The third senior brother sang Dan, and the water sleeves were raised. The words behind the play got stuck in his throat and turned into a weird long tune. big.

Xiaosheng!How did he get on the stage? !

Xiao Sheng came up somehow, and stood under his sleeves in a daze.His third senior brother's oral singing stopped, but the white sleeves were still falling, covering his head...the sleeves passed through him!

The pure white sleeves fluttered to the ground, and the face of his third senior brother was completely pale, revealing a ghastly paleness from under the makeup all over his face.

The music also stopped.The class leader rushed up to the stage in a panic, his face was still calm, but sweat kept dripping down his face.He held an incense burner in his hand, lit it and put it on the ground, and knelt down directly on the stage towards the bottom of the stage.

"The child is ignorant, offending everyone..."

Everyone in the troupe above thought that Xiao Sheng somehow offended You Yinggong, and the You Yinggongs below were also discussing: "What's the matter?"

"It looks like the child has lost his soul."

"What did you do?"

"You fart! What does it have to do with me! Haven't I been listening to the show here?"

"Who did it? Stop making trouble! Everyone is still waiting to hear the show!"

"It's not me!"

"It's not me either!"

……

They have all known each other for a long time, and quickly confirmed that it was indeed not the hands of themselves and others.

Is that what an outsider did?

"Who did it?!"

Many famous people rolled up their sleeves and prepared to gang up.

Ever since they learned the Lighting Lantern Technique and brought all the lonely and wild ghosts around here to their side, they have no opponents in this ten-mile radius.Where did someone dare to act wild in their territory?It's just in time for the end to make a fuss!The ending of the card people is frenzied and outrageous!

"Send the souls of the children back first, otherwise something will happen soon."

"Yep!"

Just at this moment, the head of the boss on the stage was almost swollen, and suddenly felt a coldness around him, and the erratic voice sounded close to his ears: "We didn't do it. We will solve this matter for you, you stay here Sing to us for two more days."

"Okay, okay..." The class leader agreed again and again, feeling that the coldness left his side, he raised his head and looked at the audience.There seemed to be a layer of gray fog in his vision, and there seemed to be figures scattered like running water—and one seemed to come down from a tree.

They used to have mortal eyes, and they couldn't see separated living souls, and they couldn't see ghosts and gods, but this is a yin opera, and the yin energy around the stage is the heaviest.Those of them who can sing sacrifices to gods also know more or less folk body-protecting tricks. As long as they don't violate taboos, they generally don't have accidents, and they are not afraid of evil spirits attacking their bodies.But in such an environment, it is easy to see something. Occasionally, on the stage, you can see that there seems to be someone gathering in the empty audience, just pretend that you don’t see it, and continue singing.Once you get used to it, you will no longer be afraid.

It was the first time for him to be frightened by the stage.

After a while, the head teacher said hoarsely to the three apprentices next to him: "Yun Ting... help me."

Xiao Sheng's living soul was dishonest standing on the stage, and walked forward unsteadily, almost falling off the stage.They couldn't stop it either.

I saw a vague shadow approaching Xiao Sheng, and a hazy and soft light lit up, which seemed to attract Xiao Sheng's attention.

Seeing Xiao Sheng stop, the shadow walked slowly to the side, leading Xiao Sheng to the back.

When they got off the stage, they couldn't see the shadow and Xiao Sheng's soul clearly, they could only feel it vaguely.Walking to the backstage, I saw Xiao Sheng lying beside the pier, with a picture album scattered in his hand.

Supported by the third apprentice Yun Ting, the head teacher hurried over, put his hands under Xiao Sheng's nose and on his wrists respectively.

Fortunately, the person is still alive, but his body temperature is a little low, and his breathing and pulse are a little weak.

The head teacher looked at the place where Ying Gong and Xiao Sheng's souls were vaguely felt, with a look of hope and prayer, he pushed Yun Ting away to support his hand, and bowed deeply.

Here, Mr. Ying led Xiao Sheng's soul to his body.He is the one who has practiced the lighting method best among all the masters in the temple.These ghost cultivators are worshiped as ghosts and gods, but in fact most of them are ghosts who cannot control their yin energy.Xiao Sheng's separated body is a living soul, and it's also a baby. After contacting them a lot, it's inevitable that he will get sick.It's better to use the lamp method to lure him.

The state of Xiaosheng's living soul is not right. When the soul of ordinary people leaves the body, although it will appear that the brain is not working well, it can still communicate.But when he tried to talk to Xiao Sheng's soul, Xiao Sheng didn't respond.He could only lure Xiao Sheng over with the light of his heart flame.

Seeing his own body at this time, Xiao Sheng's living soul finally reacted a bit. He instinctively wanted to return to his body, but after lying down, he straightened up again.His body and soul are still separate.Xiao Sheng finally got anxious, lay down and got up repeatedly, but couldn't go back no matter what.

You Yinggong was also confused, with the light of the heart lamp wrapped around his hands, he pushed Xiao Sheng's soul, and forced him into his body.But as soon as he let go of his hand, Xiao Sheng's living soul was still separated from his body.

Over there, the class leader and others are still looking at it with hope.

A lot of pressure.

Mr. Ying is frowning.This is not the case.

Since those evil cultivators in Liang State were wiped out by Xuanqing Sect, and Xuanqing Sect itself was also wiped out, their Wanyinggong Temple was excavated by nearby residents, and there were all kinds of extraordinary people. Anything that can be solved will come to them.It's not the first time he has dealt with the situation of the living soul leaving the body, and it's usually fine to push it back.The living soul has its own connection with its own body, so why can't it go back?

Speaking of which, Xiao Sheng's life and soul are also very strange.They, a group of seniors, can all gather in front of the stage to watch the play. Why did the well-behaved children behind the stage have accidents right under their noses?

Seeing his physical body at this moment, his soul and mind seemed to have regained consciousness, Mr. Ying grabbed him and asked, "Don't worry, kid, let me ask you, how did your soul leave your body?"

Xiao Sheng was about to cry.At this moment, he has slowly remembered that he was brought back by You Yinggong, and he is not too afraid of him, crying: "I... I don't know... I'm just sitting here, I didn't run around, I , I saw a butterfly, and then, I don't know..."

Butterfly?

"What butterfly?" You Yinggong asked.

"Very beautiful..." Xiao Sheng sobbed as she described the butterfly she saw.

You Yinggong was worrying while passing the news to other Youyinggongs, but what kind of clue is this?

Now that it's spring, there are butterflies everywhere.Xiao Sheng can describe its appearance, but if the butterfly is a magic weapon refined by some monks, can it be refined into whatever it wants?

Fortunately, with Xin Yan, Xiao Sheng's living soul will be fine if he stays out of the body for a while.But this is not a question of whether there is something wrong, they are a group of Yinggongs, they were made a monster under the nose of others, and there is nothing they can do about them afterwards, this matter is embarrassing for him!

If Xiao Sheng's soul cannot return because of the reason why his soul left his body...then we can only wait.The other officials all rolled up their sleeves and went to find the guy who dared to make trouble in their territory. When they caught who was disturbing them watching the show, they would be able to ask what was going on.

The poor class leader and the others couldn't see anything, didn't know what happened, they could only watch Xiao Sheng's weak breathing body, anxious, and didn't dare to ask, so they had to take out things and desperately confess to him.

You Yinggong: ...

Weird.

He is also a little hungry.But they promised to solve the matter for others before, let alone find the culprit, they can't even send back the living soul of a child, how can they have the nerve to eat offerings?

So angry!

Those who went out to find trouble came back one after another, but none of them found any clues.

"What do you think you can do?!" The one who stayed here said in a fair manner.

Others quarreled with him unconvinced: "You stay here leisurely, what are you doing?"

Arguments are quarrels, and after the quarrel is over, you have to continue to worry.

"What is this kid going to do?"

Xiao Sheng stood blankly in a group of You Ying Kilometers, although she was anxious, seeing how the You Yings were arguing and arguing, she didn't think they were too scary.

"Or...he can't go back if he can't go back, and become a ghost with us. With our group taking care of him, he won't suffer a disadvantage." A You Yinggong said.

Xiao Sheng shivered.No no no, it's still scary!

"Fuck you! The good boy has been turned into a ghost, would you be willing to change it?"

"What a bad idea!"

Others, Mr. Ying, scolded him back in a hurry.

But what else can they do?

It is a pity that this group of practitioners of the Lantern Method You Yinggong is located in a remote place, and has little communication with the outside world. They don't even know the name of Lord Yan "Danyao Rongguang Cheming Zhenjun", and they don't know that there is a Mingdeng Cult that can communicate with each other. lampstand.

A figure suddenly appeared in the background.You Yinggong were taken aback and almost made a move, but was stopped by You Yinggong who was left behind quickly: "Why are you here?"

Standing in front of Xiao Sheng, Xu Huan didn't pay attention to the noisy young masters or the startled theater troupe.Xiao Sheng stared blankly at the white-haired man who suddenly appeared, and a thought popped out of his mind—this man is so good-looking, his father will definitely think it is a good material for a role.

Wherever those cold eyebrows fell, it was as if a heavy snow had fallen.

If his father knew that he was still so out of tune at this moment, he would probably just want to beat him to death.

Xu Huan reached out his hand to penetrate Xiaosheng's living soul's heart and took out something. He held it in his palm, and pushed him with the other hand.

Xiao Sheng fell back in a daze, feeling as if he had fallen off a bottomless cliff, falling and falling, and finally when he fell to the bottom, he was shocked!

"Wake up, wake up!" His father hugged him and burst into tears.The arm that held him was strangling him, but he kept shaking.

Looking backstage, the white-haired man who suddenly appeared has disappeared.

In the Wanyinggong Temple, Xu Huan's palms were facing up, his fingers were hollow, as if he was looking at something.

Knowing what was on his mind, You Ying came over curiously and asked, "What did you take out of his soul?"

No matter how stupid they were, they could still tell that Xiao Sheng couldn't return to his body because of something in his living soul.

He looked between Xu Huan's fingers, and vaguely saw a piece of dreamlike scale powder flowing endlessly, as if he wanted to leave, but he couldn't get out of Xu Huan's palm no matter what.The scales condensed into a beautiful butterfly, and it fell towards Xu Huan's palm, as if trying to get in, but there was nothing he could do.

"What the hell is this?!" Although You Yinggong didn't know what it was, he could guess that it would be no good to get into his body with this thing!

Thinking of how close he was to Xiao Sheng's soul before, his scalp tingles.

"Help me see, help me see if I have this thing in my body." He smiled flatteringly at Xu Huan.

"You're fine." Xu Huan said, he still looked very indifferent, he didn't explain what the butterfly was, and asked instead, "Your place has always been very popular?"

Ordinary temples of lonely souls and wild ghosts don't have people who specially invite opera troupes to sing operas.

"No, our place was almost deserted in the past, and only pedestrians would offer something when they passed by and came in to have a rest. Good incense can't go to us. Then it wasn't those... all gone? Afterwards, Xuanqing The church is gone, and the people nearby dug us out." Mr. You Ying rubbed his hands and laughed twice.It is also because they all learned how to light lamps later, they are not as dark as other temples of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and their minds are clearer, which makes it easier for mortals to communicate.

This explanation sounds quite reasonable, but Xu Huan asked back: "Where is Shenting?"

His voice was like a ladle of snow water that had just melted, and Ying Gong was drenched all over his head, which gave him a strong jolt and cleared his mind.

Yes, what about Shenting?

Liang Guo is now attached to Shenting, and the gods of Shenting came to Liang Guo long ago and began to take over and protect it.That's a righteous god, unlike those crooked cultivators that Liang Guo experienced before who didn't take human life seriously, and it's not like them lonely ghosts who only have superficial spells, which are useless.But these Liang people, why don't they go to sacrifice to the gods of the gods, but spend a lot of money to specially hire a theater troupe to sacrifice to them, lonely souls and wild ghosts?

You Yinggong hesitated and said: "Maybe...they don't trust Shenting?"

This explanation sounds a lot like trying to find a reason forcibly, even a bit ridiculous, but you should be serious.

He frowned and thought back seriously: "Those people who came to pray recently... I seem to hear their thoughts from their incense..."

Very vague, negative emotions towards Shenting.Suspicion, defensiveness, anxiety...

Other You Yinggong also said one after another: "I feel it too." "That's right." "But why?"

why?

Xu Huan looked at the butterfly in his hand.

In the unpredictable and beautiful patterns on its butterfly wings, he saw countless wailing soul shadows.

It is neither living nor dead.This is, Gu.

When he got Tu Shanyao's conviction paper, he saw a dream refining beast in it as a Gu.But when he inspected the Liang country later, he didn't see them refining dream Gu, only a little trace left.Perhaps, it wasn't Xuan Qingjiao who was refining the dream Gu, but Xuan Qingjiao was only involved in refining the dream Gu.There is another force doing this, and they survived the destruction of Xuan Puritanism.

Now, it seems that this "Dream Gu", which is a collection of countless dream beasts, seems to have been refined.

The one in Xu Huan's hand is just a speck of scale powder on the wing of that Dream Gu butterfly.

I don't know what kind of ability this Gu possesses, and what the people behind him want to use it for.

Xu Huan's palm tightened suddenly, completely obliterating the dream Gu scale powder.It was the first time this thing appeared in the world, and its birth was also weird.He couldn't possibly risk keeping it with him.

After the troupe's recuperation, they calmed down and began to fulfill what they had promised before, and continued singing the previous play.

Many nobles gathered below happily to listen to the opera, and the one hanging on the tree climbed up again. The view is so good, it's easier than flying by yourself.

At dusk, the theater troupe had already left, and they went to a nearby village to stay with their luggage. The stage was not demolished, and they promised some of the attendants that they would sing continuously for three days.

When there was no play to watch, all the Yinggongs returned to the temple.This group of out-of-the-ordinary guys were excited to talk about the play they just heard, about the next two days, and some even planned to sing a few lines, but when they returned to the temple, they couldn't help but all fell silent.

There is still one sitting in the temple.

They were so happy before that they forgot that there was still an uninvited guest in the temple—the matter of Xiao Sheng's death and separation was still solved by others.

But this guest is like an ice cave, and no one is willing to join him.In the end, it was You Yinggong from before who was pushed and shoved to get closer, and smiled "hehe, hehe" at Xu Huan without embarrassment.

Xu Huan ignored him, and when the moon rose high and the stars were all over the place, Mr. Ying blinked his eyes, and the person in front of him disappeared.He was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "This, this is leaving?"

But since he had nothing else to do, why did he wait until dark?

When the night is shrouded, all living beings fall into a dream.

Unknown to Yun Huanyue, Xu Huan stood alone under the shrouded moonlight.He has entered the dreams of nearby creatures, and in their dreams, there is a butterfly shadow.In their deepest dreams, the butterfly shadow stirred up waves of uneasiness—waves aimed at Shenting.

All living beings in the mortal world are endlessly conscious, and their thoughts are subtle and varied, and they often cannot even grasp their own thoughts.The butterfly shadow gave them an uneasy impression of Shenting in the dream. When they woke up, they didn't remember having such a dream, but they remembered the feeling of uneasiness towards Shenting. They only thought it was their own thoughts.These negative thoughts grow and ferment in their hearts until they gather into resentment, and then they are sucked away by the butterfly turned into scale powder.

On the surface, those scale powders seem to have only one function.As for why Xiaosheng's soul left her body... It was Gu, not a monk who obtained the power of dreams through serious cultivation, but a monster that forcibly swallowed countless strange beasts of fellow practitioners. No matter how beautiful and charming the outside looks, there must be countless people inside Resentment.The self-control of Gu itself is not strong, and in an environment where yin qi is flourishing, it is normal to flush the soul of a child with insufficient yang qi out of the body.

Xu Huan held a piece of iron stone in his hand, and there was something frightening in his eyes.With a swipe of his ice-white finger, a blade-like thin blade appeared.

The big shots behind the scenes have to compete with each other, and they will take whoever they want to play with.

Poor sentient beings, even their thoughts and thoughts are not their own.

The thin blade reflected his face with white eyebrows and hair, and the reflected light was cold and stinging.

But when you see winter on your brows and temples, you should be shocked to realize that the gurgling and unfreezing Xiaohuan River is just a dream that should have been woken up long ago.

Spring is a false illusion in the world.