"It seems that the donor has realized something. Yes, this is the upper dream, the dream of the Southern King."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Gao Ning slowly turned around and saw a familiar figure.

"I don't know how to be a monk, you really came out first!"

"Amitabha Buddha, I was also surprised. I didn't expect that the one who finally cracked the dream was a different practitioner."

The so-called different practice is the general term for non-human practitioners.

Gao Ning can still understand this.

?Compared with dreams, there are many monks in front of you who can’t see you.

There are a lot of wrinkles on the round head, the cheekbones are sunken, the cheekbones are tall, and the short figure is no longer round, and it is obvious that it has been more than a circle.

The yellow monk's robe and cassock are much larger, and they are loosely covered with them, like a child stealing adult clothes, revealing a bit funny.

The monk didn't notice Gao Ning's eyes and smiled slightly.

"The donor seems a little surprised?"

Gao Ning said: "It is understandable to beautify yourself a little in the dream!"

"The donor's words are wrong!" said the monk, "The body is nothing but a skin. For me, what is the difference between beautifying and uglinessing?

But I was trapped in the dream for three years, and my body had not yet fallen. Even if I had already fasted the valley, my body would still be weak. If it weren't for the donor's guidance, I would probably still wander in the dense forest and awaken innocent passers-by."

Gao Ning walked towards the gate of Shanshui Temple and said lightly: "I don't know whether passers-by are innocent. You are definitely not innocent. People who fall into dreams will change their image, only you are different. This is a doubt.

It is the second doubt that he has seen through cognitive impairments, but he deliberately gives the later generations a wrong way.

But since you have come out, you can be forgiven for all these, but you are still suspicious. Do you understand what I mean?"

The monk couldn't smiled bitterly and shook his head: "What did the donor ask?"

Seeing that Gao Ning didn't stop, he could not follow the monk and followed him in.

Gao Ning jumped over the broken threshold, looked left and right, and said, "Tell me first, who are you?"

"I can't, I'll hold a order in Shanshui Temple!"

"Shanshui Temple has become so dilapidated. Some broken bricks and tiles are coming out, and even a complete roof cannot be seen. Do you still dare to say this?"

Gao Ning stopped and turned his head, looking at the monk's eyes.

The monk couldn't sighed, "Amitabha, this is the truth. Shanshui Temple has become like this, and it starts three years ago."

"Three years ago?" Gao Ning narrowed his eyes, and his heart burst, and said, "When did you come in?"

"It's about twenty years ago!" The monk couldn't sigh.

Gao Ning suspected: "You have lived in the dream for twenty years? How did you get in?"

The monk shook his head: "It seems that the donor doesn't know much about the rules of dreams! The dream of the King of the Southern Kingdom is vast and boundless, as if there is no end at all.

There are countless channels for entering dreams, some because they suddenly appeared in small temples in the wilderness, some because they accidentally came into contact with the Buddha statue of King Shengnan, and some simply had no reason. They just slept for a night and opened their eyes again, and they had already arrived here.

This is how I am. More than 20 years ago, on the night of my 30th birthday, I suddenly entered this world!”

"After a while, I'll lose my mind. My 30th birthday more than 20 years ago?" Gao Ning's eyes looked a little dangerous.

Good guy, although your current image is a few years older than in your dream, you are not much older than your early forties. It would be too irritating to say that you are fifty, right?

In the environment like the Song Dynasty, even wealthy families who don’t have to worry about food and clothing will be old at the age of fifty.

What are you a monk who practices asceticism?

Don’t talk about Buddhism. I have never seen Monk Baiyun’s old attitude.

"The donor doesn't know that people will not age in this world. We will be hungry and sleepy. We can eat and grow crops. We can live like the real world, but we will not grow older.

Only when you fall into a lower dream and cannot extricate yourself will your body time begin to pass away again.”

The monk couldn't smile bitterly: "And such lower-level dreams are as numerous as cows in this world."

Gao Ning's pupils shrank, and he felt a creepy feeling.

Fortunately, the chakra energy that was fed back in his body in real time and the now maintained white tiger body gave him a good support.

Otherwise, I will definitely feel a little uneasy in my heart.

The monk Dao continued: "Including the hopeless disasters encountered in the dream of Shanshui Temple, over the past twenty years, I have experienced thousands of dreams, all of them.

Only after so many experiences can I become a strong Buddhist mind. Whenever I fall into a new dream, the obstacles to cognition and true nature will not bother me for too long.

However, as a passive person in dreams, it is difficult to resist the will of the dream owner, and his thoughts will be more or less affected.

But this time, it was so serious that it directly changed my true nature and in turn used the means of continuously creating victims. This was the first time I encountered it!

Otherwise, the owner would not have waited for the owner to accidentally break the Vajra Indestructible body of the monk and find that blood is really shed, which made me realize it and break through the cage in one fell swoop!"

Gao Ning thought about it and found that this explanation was indeed logical.

But the dream is very strange. Gao Ning has not found a bottom-level logic that can be confirmed as facts so far, so there is no way to judge the explanation of the monk.

But the other party is willing to explain, which is a friendly signal.

Gao Ning is still more welcome to the guy who took the initiative to lean over and said he was completely unhonest.

"Since that's the case, come with me!"

Gao Ning didn't say much, but just called him and continued walking in.

As he gradually walked in, Gao Ning also gradually realized why Shanshui Temple was so dilapidated.

There must have been a fire here, which spread out for some reason, directly covering the entire temple.

So the more you go, the more you get, the more you get burned by the flames, the more serious it becomes.

Even the houses built with blue bricks were burned to ashes and collapsed most of them, leaving only some ruins and the surviving corners that were still stubbornly supported.

However, this fire should have happened many years ago. Now the temple is lush again, and various species of weeds have grown to more than one person tall.

However, these grasses that should have blocked their sight were now overwhelmed by a large number of films.

Many people in different clothes and dressed differently are like throwing garbage, stacked on straw mats in a crisscrossing manner, each of whom is as thin as a hair, and it is difficult to breathe, as if they will die at any time.

In addition to people, there are also many skeletons wearing clothes.

According to the monk who could not speak, these people obviously lost in the dream for too long, and had consumed their physical lifespan, and then quietly turned into a pile of white bones.

Gao Ning glanced at him briefly, and was slightly surprised.

In the grass in front of me, there were as many as thousands of people lying everywhere. So many people could be captured in an inconspicuous small dilapidated temple.
Chapter completed!