Chapter 525 Dream

Xu Qi'an opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

He stared at Wei Yuan silently until the other party said the second sentence:

"Nalan Tianlu, since the war began, the Wushen Cult has slaughtered countless soldiers of our Dafeng. Today, I will kill you first and destroy your corpse army, and then destroy the armies of the three countries of Yan, Kang, and Jing to pay tribute to the souls of the Dafeng soldiers in heaven."

Xu Qi'an turned around suddenly and saw a white-haired old man wearing a wizard's robe, sitting cross-legged on the barren land, his body covered in blood and his breath was weak.

Behind the old wizard were three Buddhist monks, one of whom Xu Qi'an recognized, who was the Du'e Arhat who led the Buddhist delegation to Beijing that day.

"This is a fragment of the Battle of Shanhaiguan 20 years ago..."

He suddenly realized, and then remembered what Li Lingsu said. Dongfang Wanrong's master, the former lord of Jingshan City, Nalan Tianlu died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, and died in Wei Yuan's scheme.

The second level is imprisoned with Nalan Tianlu? But why do I see the scene of the Battle of Shanhaiguan...... He muttered in his heart, and heard Nalan Tianlu sneer:

"Wei Yuan, the spirit of Master Yu is immortal. Only the first-grade Taoist or the great wizard can kill me."

Xu Qian'an immediately looked at Wei Yuan, but found that he had disappeared. When he appeared again, he was behind Nalan Tianlu, holding a knife in his right hand and a head in his left hand.

Nalan Tianlu's headless body sat cross-legged and motionless, and the blood from his neck spurted four or five meters high, like a blood fountain.

The third rank, no, the third rank is perfect, even more powerful than the Zhenbei King in Chuzhou...Xu Qian'an sighed in his heart. Although he knew the truth long ago, he still couldn't hide his inner sigh after witnessing Wei Yuan's cultivation with his own eyes.

Du'e Arhat took out the golden bowl from his sleeves, pointed the mouth of the bowl at Nalan Tianlu's body, and chanted the sutra for salvation. .

The brilliant Buddha light turned into a beam of light, shining on Nalan Tianlu's body, and captured a less real soul and put it into the golden bowl.

Du'e Arhat took the golden bowl, feeling relieved, and said:

"General Wei, let the Buddhist sect deal with Nalan Tianlu's soul. The pagoda in Leizhou is the magic weapon of the Bodhisattva Faji, which is specially used to suppress demons. Within a decade, Nalan Tianlu will be killed."

Wei Yuan nodded: "Okay."

After that, he walked away slowly, his sleeves fluttering.

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Wei..."

Xu Qian'an chased a few steps, raised his hand, and tried to keep him, but Wei Yuan could not hear him.

He put his hand down with a sense of loss.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, he heard the sound of chanting Buddha's name behind him. He turned around and saw that it was not the Arhat Du'e, but the monks of Sanhua Temple, including Jingxin, Jingyuan, and Hengyin.

They finally reached the second floor.

The monks of Sanhua Temple looked around blankly, and seemed to be confused about why they were here.

Monk Jingxin looked at Xu Qiyan and said, "Donor, what did you see just now? Where is this?"

Xu Qiyan pondered and said, "This should be the battlefield of the Shanhaiguan Battle 20 years ago. We are either in an illusion or in Nalan Tianlu's dream. Considering that the fourth-grade wizard is also called "Dream Wizard", I think it is the latter."

Nalan Tianlu's dream... Monk Jingxin suddenly realized and said, "It should be like this. Uncle Du Nan said that the second floor of the pagoda was infiltrated by Nalan Tianlu's power."

The entire second floor was infiltrated by Nalan Tianlu's power? Xu Qiyan frowned.

The head of Sanhua Temple, Monk Hengyin, stared at Xu Qiyan and asked, "What did you see just now?"

"The scene before Nalan Tianlu's death, he died in the siege of Wei Yuan and Buddhist monks."

He didn't say that he died in the siege of Du'e Luohan, because it would reveal that he knew Du'e Luohan.

The monks of Sanhua Temple nodded slowly, and the monk Jingyuan said in a deep voice: "Brother, how can we get out of the dream?"

Jingxin glanced at Xu Qi'an and shook his head without saying anything.

He seemed to know, but he didn't want to say it in front of me. Yes, Buddhism and Wushen Cult are colluding and intend to unlock the seal of Nalan Tianlu.......Xu Qi'an looked at the monks, his eyes resting on the empty hands of Monk Jingxin.

"Master Jingxin, where is the bead in your hand?"

If I remember correctly, when they passed by each other before, Xu Qi'an clearly saw the scene of the first floor of the pagoda reflected in the bead.

Not surprisingly, the function of the bead is to feed back the scene inside the pagoda to the outside world, so that Linghui Master Yilbu and Du Nan Jin Gang can see the scene inside the pagoda.

Although the two sides reached an agreement, they were also suspicious of each other at the same time. The bead is an important bridge to maintain their cooperation......

"Since this is a dream, the bead can't be brought in naturally."

Monk Jingxin gave an explanation.

In other words, we are not real bodies now, but our consciousness has entered Nalan Tianlu's dream...Xu Qian'an touched his chin.

After a while, more and more people arrived at the second floor.

First, there were fourth-grade masters such as Yuan Yi, Li Shaoyun, Tang Yuanwu, and the Dongfang sisters. With their qualifications, they are the backbone of any force.

For the Buddhist sect, a warrior who can enter the fourth grade certainly has "Buddha nature".

Then came the local heroes of Leizhou, and the number of people was reduced by two-thirds.

When entering the first floor, there were about five or six hundred people, but now there are less than two hundred people left.

"Where is this?"

"It is worthy of being the treasure of Buddhism, a world of its own?"

"The soil here is real, and the stones are real..."

The heroes talked a lot, and those who were curious even grabbed a handful of soil and put it in their mouths to taste it, and then spit it out.

Liu Yun quickly met up with fellow sect master Tang Yuanwu, and then looked around in the crowd and finally saw the man in green.

She was very concerned about this man. This had nothing to do with women's thoughts, but purely because she valued the mysterious master.

The head monk Hengyin said loudly: "Donors, this is Nalan Tianlu's dream. The place we are in is the Shanhaiguan Battle 20 years ago. The scene in front of us is where the Buddhist monks surrounded and killed Nalan Tianlu."

In front of me, he used my information to exchange for favors...Xu Qian'an glanced at Hengyin.

"So that's it!"

"Thank you, Master."

"Who is Nalan Tianlu?"

The local people in Leizhou suddenly realized and asked endlessly.

At that moment, Hengyin told everyone about Nalan Tianlu's identity.

"It's actually a second-grade rain master?"

"Second-grade..."

"Buddhism is indeed powerful."

The people in the martial arts world looked strange, some were sighing, some were shocked, and some were afraid. In their eyes, the second-grade rain master was an unattainable existence, a god-like figure.

And such a person was suppressed by Buddhism.

Dongfang Wanrong closed her eyes, and after a long time, she opened them and said in a voice transmission:

"I can't sense where the master is, which means he has no self-awareness. This is indeed a dream, his dream."

Dongfang Wanqing nodded: "How to break the situation?"

Dongfang Wanrong shook her head: "Look again, look again..."

As they spoke, the picture suddenly changed, and everyone found themselves in a big tent. A cloaked wizard with white hair and beard sat in the first seat. At the long table were generals covered in armor and wizards in cloaks.

Xu Qian'an saw a familiar face among these people:

Nurhejia!

"The southern demons have formed an alliance with the northern demon barbarians, trying to recover the Wan Yao Kingdom, while the southern Gu tribe wants to take the opportunity to shake the fate of Dafeng. The Western Buddhist sect and the demon tribe have a deep hatred, and will not stand idly by. Dafeng and the Buddhist sect will definitely join forces."

Nalan Tianlu looked around at the wizards in the account and said, "For our Wushen Sect, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as we join the battlefield and completely defeat Dafeng and Buddhism, we can share the nine states with the demon tribe, the Gu tribe, and the barbarians."

King Jingguo, Xiahou Yushu asked: "Why not invade Dafeng from the southern border?"

Nurhejia shook his head slowly:

"The Dafeng army is divided into two groups, one group is gathered in the Shanhaiguan area, and the other group is stationed at the border of the three northeastern states. They are guarding against us. The Shanhaiguan war is in full swing, and the monsters and Gu tribes are at a disadvantage. Unless we can break through half of Dafeng in a short period of time and march to the capital, once the Shanhaiguan war is over, Dafeng and Buddhism will have time to withdraw troops to deal with us."

Nalan Tianlu nodded: "Therefore, we have to fight Dafeng and Buddhism in Shanhaiguan to decide the outcome. Dafeng owed us a debt back then, and it's time to pay it back."

A wizard laughed and said: "The commander-in-chief of the three armies of Dafeng is the eunuch named Wei Yuan. Hey, no one in the Central Plains calls for it?"

The wizards and generals laughed.

Although Wei Yuan had defeated the demons and barbarians at that time, that war was only a trivial victory compared to the large-scale battles that swept the major forces in Jiuzhou.

The people of Leizhou Jianghu listened to this meeting and were dumbfounded: "It's really the Battle of Shanhaiguan."

They looked strange. The Battle of Shanhaiguan took place 20 years ago. For them, it was a large-scale but extremely distant war.

At this time, witnessing the discussion of the top leaders of the Wushen Cult with their own eyes, there was a sense of absurdity of history entering life, and it was also very shocking.

In addition, they learned some inside stories of the Battle of Shanhaiguan.

This war, one of the largest and most tragic in human history, is essentially a manifestation of the peak of contradictions among the major forces in Jiuzhou.

The Nan Yao, who was destroyed in the Jiazi Demon Sweeping, attempted to restore his country, the Gu tribe tried to shake the fortune of Dafeng, and the Wushen Cult demanded a debt from Dafeng.

"This Nalan Tianlu said that Dafeng owed a debt to the Wushen Cult. What debt?"

General Li Shaoyun frowned.

He also asked the questions of others.

Dongfang Wanrong said calmly:

"When Emperor Gaozu of Dafeng started his business, he suffered several military defeats. At one point, he was at the end of his rope and borrowed 200,000 soldiers from the Wushen Sect. He promised to overthrow the Great Zhou and make the Wushen Sect the state religion. Who knew that after Dafeng was established, Emperor Gaozu went back on his word."

This history is very secretive. In Dafeng, even scholars may not know it.

"Bullshit!"

Li Shaoyun said calmly.

"That's right, is the Wushen Sect worthy of being the state religion of my Dafeng?"

"Dafeng does not need a state religion. Even if it is the Renzong, it is just a game of a tyrant."

"Damn it, this bitch is talking nonsense."

People in Leizhou cursed.

Yuan Yi pressed his hand. The prestige of the commander-in-chief calmed the people in the martial arts world. He looked at the monks of Sanhua Temple and said:

"It's useless to say more. How can we get rid of this dream?"

Monk Jingxin looked at Dongfang Wanrong. She was the only dream witch at the peak of the fourth rank. Only a witch could fight a witch.

Dongfang Wanrong pondered for a moment and said, "Wait a little longer."

Soon after, everyone understood what he meant. The picture changed again. The scene of the Battle of Shanhaiguan flashed before everyone's eyes like a revolving lantern.

The Southern Monsters, the Northern Monsters, the Gu Clan, the Wushen Cult, the Dafeng Army, the Western Buddhist Kingdom... Many parties fought in chaos. Everyone witnessed this battle from the perspective of Nalan Tianlu.

Until Nalan Tianlu was surrounded and killed by Wei Yuan, his body was separated, the dream ended, and he entered a new round of reincarnation.

Through this dream, the most touching thing for everyone present was the four words "powerless".

Nalan Tianlu's powerlessness.

The masters of Buddhism are too abnormal, and Wei Yuan's leadership is too abnormal.

After the war started, one battle after another was lost, and the fighting power was worn down like a blunt knife cutting meat. There may be victory in local wars, but it is still difficult to reverse the decline.

Li Shaoyun sneered: "What a thick face, in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, it turns out that Buddhism was just a thug. Wasn't it Wei Yuan, the military god of Dafeng, who designed the siege and killing of Nalan Tianlu?"

He was mocking the monk Hengyin's statement that the credit for killing Nalan Tianlu was attributed to Buddhism.

The monk of Sanhua Temple clasped his hands together and was speechless.

The people of Leizhou looked disdainful.

At this time, the picture changed. It was not the Battle of Shanhaiguan, but an unfamiliar environment.

A strange dream.

The owner of the dream was a young man with two swords on his back. At this time, he looked serious and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, who also had two swords on his back.

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "I will not hold back in this battle. If you can survive a hundred moves, I will be your disciple. If you can't, you will die."

The boy with two swords on his back said indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense, Master, let's do it."

This battle was extremely tragic. The boy was stabbed with thirty-six swords and was dying. He almost died.

........

The scene changed again. The owner of the dream was still the warrior with two swords on his back. He was no longer a boy but a young man.

The enemy also changed from the master to a gloomy and unruly old man.

The old man shouted angrily: "Tang Yuanwu, you dare to kill me. Your master is old, I may be a little afraid of him. You are a fifth-grade transformation force, are you qualified to kill me?"

Tang Yuanwu said calmly: "Snake Mountain Monster, you rape and rob, and do all kinds of evil. I will kill you today."

......

Everyone looked at Tang Yuanwu, and someone suddenly realized:

"This is the famous battle in which Master Tang killed the Snake Mountain Monster, and he entered the fourth grade in one battle."

"Well, I remember that the Snake Mountain Monster was doing evil in Leizhou back then, and he was a success. He was wanted by the imperial court for committing several murders, and it was Sect Master Tang who killed him. It was a sensation in Leizhou at the time. "

"But why did Sect Master Tang's past appear here?"

Seeing this, Dongfang Wanrong exhaled, as if confirming a certain guess in her heart, and said in a deep voice:

"Because our souls were involved in the dream of our master... Nalan Tianlu, and under the influence of the dream witch, everyone's dreams are slowly intertwined."

"In other words, we are dreaming now?" Yuan Yi said in a deep voice.

Tang Yuanwu showed a look of realization: "The battle of the first battle, the battle of killing the old monster of Snake Mountain, is indeed the most thrilling battle in my life. Even after many years, I often dream about it."

"It is worth the trip to see the past of the Shanhaiguan Battle and the past of Master Tang beheading the old monster of Snake Mountain."

"Yes, this experience will not be believed if it is told to others."

Next, everyone experienced several dreams one after another, including the battlefield battles of General Li Shaoyun and Commander-in-Chief Yuan Yi, and the bloody fights of people in Leizhou.

There are also the magnificent scenes of the Western Region monks chanting scriptures and preaching from the perspective of Buddhist disciples.

Xu Qian'an mixed in the crowd, extremely silent, but his eyes were always fixed on the Dongfang sisters and the monks of Sanhua Temple.

Buddhism and Wushen Sect came prepared. They must know how to get rid of dreams, how to release Nalan Tianlu, how to get dragon energy... They can't let them release Nalan Tianlu... He was thinking, and suddenly heard a cry.

He looked sideways and was shocked.

He saw that Foshan was peaceful, golden light was lingering in the clouds, and a young man in a night watchman's uniform was holding his head in pain in the formation, his face twisted.

This scene was so familiar that it made his face change greatly.

Buddhist magic battle!

Eight Suffering Formation!

Damn, my dream? !