Volume 2 Chapter 1 A Dream of Hua Xu Chapter 4 The Antagonist

  Until Xu Xian called her, she came back to herself, and the face that had originally recovered was red again. He married himself in his dream, is it because he also likes himself? The old monk said that these dreams are all personal intentions, my intention is to marry him, is his intention to marry me? There is some sweetness in my heart, but I think his intention still has three wives and four concubines! Otherwise, why would you take a concubine in your dream? It's still such a beautiful and ethereal woman. How hateful. But in the comfort of the sickbed, it was so deep in love, even on the way to exile, he didn't say half a word that wasn't true.

  However, alas, dreams can't come true. If it were really like in the dream, what would it matter if he had three wives and four concubines? As long as I wouldn't be jealous myself, with her intelligence, for a while she couldn't even think about how to make herself not jealous, just thinking about marrying him. Even if she really had to suffer so much hardship, at least he would be by her side to comfort and care for her, not like friends comforting each other, but like a husband comforting his wife. It's truly shameful.

  Xu Xian walked alongside Pan Yu, seeing the latter's face turn red as she scrunched up her eyebrows, smiled, and then got angry. Sometimes she would even turn around and glare at herself. It was like a changing face, but each of these expressions appeared on her face, none of them were not beautiful, even when she was slightly annoyed or lightly angry, it was vivid to the extreme.

  Xu Xian curiously asked, "Ming Yu, what did you dream about!" He wasn't without the thought that the person in his dream was Pan Yu, but every time this idea emerged, he immediately shook his head, people can't be perverted to such an extent.

  However, Panyu also dreamed of getting married, and I was sitting in the wedding sedan. Xu Xian thought about this, as if struck by lightning, thinking that he had lifted the veil, revealed a smile, and immediately goosebumps fell to the ground. Finally, he couldn't help but say: "Mingyu, what exactly did you dream of?!"

  Pan Yuxiu's face turned red as she smiled and said, "Of course it is what I have been thinking about in my heart."

  "What is that?"

  "Shh! It's a secret!"

  Xu Xian rolled his eyes in exasperation, unable to do anything about it.

  A woman peeked at the two of them from between the trees, listening to Pan Yu's words, gritting her silver teeth, and said in her heart: What secret is this! It turned out to be a young lady, still pretending to be a handsome young man, bullying Xiao Qian, and making Master have nightmares, really hateful.

  One side was thinking, gritting her teeth, with a look that seemed to want to go up and bite Pan Yu. "However, in the dream, the husband is really good to Xiaoxian, the husband indeed likes Xiaoxian, hehe." Xiaoxian thought with some delight. But looking at Xu Xian and Pan Yu laughing and talking from afar, her heart inexplicably felt a little melancholy.

  Squatting down in the woods, hugging her body: Husband, when will you understand? How much longer does Xiaoxiang have to wait? Xiaoxiang is so tired alone! If she could chat and laugh with you like this Pan Gongzi, it would be great, even if you don't know it's Xiaoxiang. Thinking about it, she suddenly had an idea, a faint smile on her face, thinking deeply.

  If Fahai knew about this, not only did he not realize the truth that the world is like a bitter sea, but he also sank deeper into it. I wonder if he will sigh again in loneliness like snow? But that's how emotions work, right? If one delves deep enough, life and death are just permitted, let alone trivial suffering?

  In the Zen room, Pan Yu was discussing Buddhist teachings with Fang Zhang, while Fa Hai listened on the side, nodding his head repeatedly. He thought to himself that Pan Yu's enlightenment wasn't bad, but unfortunately, he had a rich and noble aura about him, which meant he was destined for greatness. Originally, there was also a fatal curse on his body, but somehow it had disappeared. On the other hand, Xu Xian was yawning listlessly, showing no interest in the Buddhist scriptures whatsoever. Fa Hai thought to himself, if you were my disciple, I would immediately present you with a punishment stick.

  Xu Xian saw that the old monk was sitting there calmly, feeling a bit too much for yesterday. After all, others were also trying to enlighten themselves, and he hadn't suffered any losses. Seeing how the old monk's method had led him into trouble yesterday, it was clear that he was a powerful monk with great abilities. However, Xu Xian himself found it strange - why did seeing this kind-hearted and benevolent old monk make him feel annoyed?

  "The young one was rude yesterday, Master, please don't be offended. I am Xu Xian, and I ask what is your Dharma name?"

  "Amitabha Buddha, the power of the law is boundless, the sea splits and the mountain collapses."

  Xu Xian scratched his head, why did this sound so familiar? Suddenly a flash of inspiration in his mind, pointing at Faha Dao: "Fa, Fahai." The loudness of the voice was not inferior to Fahai, provoking Pan Yu and Fangzhang to turn their heads to look at him.

  Xu Xian was shocked to the core, with a feeling of just starting to play a game, his character was only at level 10 or so, without any equipment or treasures, and he was alone in his party, yet the final BOSS appeared before him. He wondered if he had really broken through its defenses.

  Fahai praised: "Master Xu has a good surname of Wu, and he actually broke through the old monk's Dharma name in one mouth."

  Xu Xian stabilized his mind, the big BOSS in front of him still didn't know that one of his major goals after crossing over was to deal with him. Since Bai Suzhen wasn't there, they shouldn't have any conflicts yet. He hastily and randomly responded: "Ah, haha, Master is well, Master is busy, Master goodbye, Mingyu let's go!"

  He reached out to grab Pan Yu's arm, wanting to pull her away. Pan Yu was taken aback as he grabbed her arm, and although they were usually close, they rarely had physical contact. At this moment, with only a thin layer of clothing separating them, her pale arm was grasped in his hand, and the warmth transmitted through, causing her face to flush and her heart to skip a beat, she forgot to move.

  Xu Xian grasped Pan Yu's arm, but couldn't budge it. A thought flashed through his mind: Isn't Mingyu practicing martial arts? How can this arm be so slender and soft? He couldn't help but rub and pinch it again. Pan Yu's face turned even redder, but her body became even stiffer.

  Xu Xian's hand suddenly released as if electrified, and he didn't even care about Fa Hai in front of him, with tears streaming down his face. Fa Hai was small, what if he saw Bai Suzhen had already turned into glass? Becoming a monk could still be redeemed, but turning into glass would be irreparable. He just waited for Bai Suzhen to say with a stern face: Comrade, goodbye, comrade.

  That great dream ultimately had an immeasurable impact on him, especially when it touched the memories of his escape, making it even harder for him to control himself.

  Three people in the house saw that Xu Xian, who was originally quite spirited, suddenly became like an eggplant that had been struck by frost. Only Pan Yu guessed his thoughts and felt a little amused and a little heartbroken.

  "Two masters, my friend is not feeling well, let's stop here for today! We're leaving," said Pan Yu as he went to pull Xuan Xian. Xuan Xian reflexively dodged and jumped up from the couch, saying: "Yes, being unwell is really not good, we'll leave first." He then rushed out of the room in a hurry.

  Pan Yu grasped at nothing, and her heart felt empty too. Seeing Xu Xian leave without waiting for her, although she knew the reason and didn't blame him, her heart still ached slightly.

  Xu Xian hastily descended the mountain, and on the road he no longer dared to be intimate with Pan Yu. He was troubled in his heart: Yesterday's dream was strange enough, dreams are born from the heart, could it be that I often have dreams about silver and jade, even if she is indeed very beautiful, but how can this kind of emotion that transcends ethics possibly appear in me?

  A face often inexplicably appears in his mind, very similar to Pan Yu, but is unmistakably a woman.

  He didn't know that during this period, as his cultivation progressed, the memories of his breakthrough were gradually merging. The golden color in his divine soul was gradually fading away, and a new main star was gradually taking shape. The side effects of using merit to break through the boundary were being continuously compensated for by his persistent cultivation. This unexpected deviation would eventually return to its original path.

  When the light in the divine soul fades to a certain extent, it no longer changes. The sun star in the main star seems to be no different from before, but it also seems brighter. No, this is not the most critical place. Before, the light emitted by the main star illuminated the dark places in the divine soul, while now every part of the divine soul seems to be echoing with the main star, forming a wonderful whole.

  However, it felt empty and hollow, as if there should be something else in this vast ocean of light. The Star Palace couldn't just have one main star! He had once thought that simply strengthening the main star would be enough, but when he mentioned this idea to Yu Xuanji, he was rebuked.

  The purer the power, the stronger it is. Just like Yan Chixia, the sword immortal, who cultivated to the extreme and was revered by gods and ghosts. However, he could achieve great dao. Xu Xian's sun power was also like this, the true fire of the sun had a strong power, which gave Xu Xian, a small shrimp who had only cultivated for less than ten years, terrifying killing power. But purity is difficult to achieve great dao, once encountering a bottleneck, it is extremely difficult to progress further.

  Xu Xian's current situation is exactly the same. His first bottleneck was broken through by his strong merit, but it also left behind a huge flaw, which was only slowly made up for through this period of cultivation. The new bottleneck will not be possible to break through in the same way, and it's not just that the required merit will increase exponentially, but the flaws left behind will also become bigger and bigger.

  Xu Xian sometimes thought that if the main star established in the divine soul was the sun, then what would be the affiliated star of the sun? Other planets in the solar system? But these planets are not as easily visible as fixed stars, and some even require professional astronomical telescopes to observe. Sometimes he felt lazy and thought he was being too fanciful, so he simply gave up on it.

  But today, meeting with Fahai gave him a great sense of crisis. When he didn't regard him as an enemy, he wasn't aware of it, but once he became the object of comparison, he realized that the distance between himself and Fahai was so far apart.

  It can lead itself into the painting wall unknowingly, what kind of power is that, with a thousand seven hundred years of self-cultivation, accumulated magical powers like an abyss, and the school gate is like a sea.

  Can I just rely on a few words to change my mind if this monk is determined to do something? Even if I won't be deceived like in the original story and enter the Golden Mountain Temple, what if he doesn't give up and captures me instead? Do I have to go through another Water Margin of Mount Liang, with Bai Suzhen being imprisoned in the Leifeng Pagoda for 20 years, and myself being forced to become a monk for 20 years?

  No, absolutely not such a fate. All the sadness in the painting should not happen in reality, the pain of loss, the pain of being helpless he did not want to bear. But now himself and the painting are different, he can cultivate. Even if he can't defeat Fahai, he can protect himself, play his own role in the inevitable war that will come in the future, rather than being a waste protected by women.

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