"Want to compete with me? Wait until next life!"

She suppressed her heavy sobs. Even though she was sitting safely in Hongxiu Tower, the words she heard before her death still clearly echoed in her ears.

Lin Chunhuan took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had suppressed all his emotions and lowered his head to search in the brocade bag.

She didn't expect that the next life Qinghe mentioned would come so soon. Although the time left for her was very tight, but... what did it matter?

He took out a bright yellow talisman from the brocade bag. It was folded into a triangle with some vermilion lines on it. Just by looking at it, Lin Chunhuan already knew the function of the talisman.

He walked slowly but carefully to the oil lamp, lit the talisman, and watched the small triangle burn to ashes.

Reality has already given her a big slap in the face.

No matter how stupid Lin Chunhuan was, she knew very well that the Regent's path was a dead end. No matter what price she paid, she could not keep Hongxiu Tower from the Regent.

But in Yan State, there are not many people who can compete with the Regent, and the only one she can choose is... the Emperor of Yan State!

Just as the talisman was burned out, the emperor, who was hiding in a dilapidated temple in the mountains, still holding the scriptures in his hand, yawned uncontrollably the next moment.

After just a few breaths, he fell into a deep sleep.

Dream entry talisman.

As long as you silently recite the other person's information in your heart while burning the talisman, the more detailed the better. After the burning is completed, you can enter the other person's dream and control the content of the dream.

This was the first time Lin Chunhuan used something like this, and she wasn't sure if it would work. She didn't know where the brocade bag came from, but she inexplicably felt a sense of trust in it.

Sure enough, just after burning the dream talisman, Lin Chunhuan lay on the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, he found himself in a solemn and majestic temple, with the sound of chanting echoing in the temple.

After just a short while, my restless mind gradually calmed down.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Everyone in the State of Yan knows that their emperor is a devotee of Buddhism and has not taken care of state affairs for quite some time. If it were not for the regent, the State of Yan would have been annexed by other countries long ago!

It is because of this that the power of the Regent in Yan State is so absolute that apart from the Emperor of Yan State, Lin Chunhuan really cannot think of anyone else in the world who can compete with the Regent.

The Regent was able to preserve Hongxiu Tower.

But she was also surprised. She had only heard that the emperor of that time admired Buddhism, but she never expected that he would even dream of a temple.

Isn't this a bit exaggerated...

"Master Huitong, please, please accept me!"

Before Lin Chunhuan could think more, she heard louder and louder voices of prayer. She turned around and saw a young man in the yard which was just an empty space, kowtowing to an old monk.

But from beginning to end, the old monk kept his eyes closed, turning the Buddhist beads non-stop, not even looking at the young man in front of him. He even stood sideways and refused to accept the man's greetings.

After just a moment of thought, Lin Chunhuan already had an idea in his mind.

The dream-entering talisman says that the person who burns it can control dreams, but I don't know to what extent.

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, in just a moment, Lin Chunhuan had teleported more than ten meters from the small woods outside and appeared outside the yard!

The experiment is over, it's time to start...

The emperor kept kowtowing, and he vaguely felt in his mind that he must become Master Hui Tong's disciple. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help wanting to do so.

This matter seemed to have become an obsession in his heart.

"Amitabha." Hui Tong sighed helplessly, "Donor, your earthly ties have not yet been resolved, and your six senses are not pure. It is better for you to return to the mortal world."

"Master, do you think you won't accept me because I'm still the emperor?!" The emperor's tone was a little anxious, and he even knelt forward a little. "As long as Master is willing to accept me as a disciple, I don't care if I'm not the emperor!"

Hui Tong slowly shook his head and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could finish his words, the voice seemed to pause, "Here is a goddess, holy and unparalleled, who has come down to earth to experience tribulations."

"The goddess has a love calamity that should befall the donor." Hui Tong said, waving his sleeves, and in an instant, a scroll unfolded in front of the emperor.

The person in the painting is naturally Lin Chunhuan, either laughing or frowning, every frown and smile is so stunning!

Furthermore, the painting was so lifelike that it seemed as if there was a real person before him, laughing and scolding him. The emperor was mesmerized for a moment, muttering to himself, "Goddess?"

"As the calamity of love has not yet ended, the donor and I, the Buddha, have not yet arrived. Only by responding to this calamity can the donor be said to have cut off all ties with the worldly world. I ask the donor to return to the worldly world and respond to the calamity."

The voice of Hui Tong in my ears was sometimes far away and sometimes near, and it was so empty that it seemed as if it was not around.

However, the emperor didn't notice any of this at the moment. His eyes were fixed on the person in the scroll, as if he wanted to carve every frown and smile into his bones.

When I woke up in a daze, it was already bright outside.

The oil lamp in front of him had long since burned out. The emperor let out a long sigh. He had never imagined that he would actually fall asleep while reading the scriptures. He quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

When he stood up and thought about fetching a bucket of water from the nearby river to wash, a face involuntarily appeared in his mind. He laughed at himself and said, "Goddess?"

"Maybe she really is a goddess. How can there be such a beautiful person in this world?"

The emperor obviously did not take this dream seriously. He shook his head and put this messy dream behind him.

At the same time, Lin Chunhuan also woke up from his sleep.

The control of her dreams for the whole night made her feel as exhausted as if she had not slept at all.

Fortunately, her high fever had subsided, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable. She got up, changed her clothes and went out.

"Ahuan? Aren't you still sick? Why are you up now?" As soon as he went out, Zhuang's mother came over with a bowl of millet porridge and saw this scene.

Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips, trying hard to control her tears.

They were all children she had raised, so Mother Zhuang could tell something was wrong with her. She quickly put the bowl of porridge aside and said something disdainful, but her hand naturally fell on Lin Chunhuan's forehead, "Look at you, you're already so old."

"Why are you being so pretentious just because you're sick?"

It would have been better if she hadn't said this. Once she said it, Lin Chunhuan couldn't control her tears anymore. She hugged Zhuang's mother tightly and couldn't stop crying.

After a long while, he finally managed to control his emotions. "Mom, don't laugh at me. Sick people are always fragile. Why can't you let me cry?"