Standing under the golden tree, Wu Xiangwang was speechless when he saw the monk who said calmly that he had been in this place for three years.
His first reaction was to suspect that the monk had counted incorrectly. Those tens of millions of moments must have been a number he had imagined because he had been trapped in this place for too long.
Forget counting from one to tens of millions. Normal people would probably be confused when they reach tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. Moreover, in this dream world filled with fear, how could anyone count calmly for three years?
But the monk saw through Wu Xiangwang's suspicion at a glance. Without further explanation, he simply clasped his hands together and said, "A monk does not tell lies."
Wu Xiangwang paused for a moment. "Okay, if you've really been trapped here for three years, wouldn't your body have already turned to bones? So, would you be considered alive or dead now?"
"Of course I'm still alive! Who allowed you to curse me to death?"
The one who answered Wu Xiangwang was not the bald monk with his hands clasped together and his eyes slightly closed, but a young Taoist priest in a Taoist robe who flew over on a flying sword.
This Taoist priest looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with sharp eyes and brows, but more of a look of unruliness, giving the impression that he was the boss of the world and the third in command.
Although Wu Xiangwang had guessed from the monk's words that he had a fellow Taoist here, when the Taoist riding a flying sword really appeared in front of him, he still hissed with mixed feelings.
The monk and the Taoist priest are adventurer teammates in this world. They have to fight monsters together to get home. I always feel that there is something wrong with their style.
"What the hell are you thinking about, kid? Why do you have such a strange expression? Were you the one cursing me just now? Do you believe that I will cast a Five Thunder Talisman down on you and shatter your soul to pieces?"
Wu Xiangwang blinked. He was not really afraid of being struck by lightning. After all, Shang Chong's little thunder ball was spinning in front of him every day.
He was more concerned with something else: "I'm not cursing you, I'm just stating the facts. Our current state is probably similar to that of a vegetative state. Although alive, our spirit or soul is not in our body."
A vegetative patient lying in bed with no one to care for him won't survive more than a few days without receiving nutrient solution. Do you think you still have teammates who have been taking care of you in this city for three years?"
If there really were teammates like that, three years would be enough for them to be assimilated by the strange toxin and become strange.
The unruly Taoist with a bun on his head curled his lips. "I, the Taoist master, don't need the care of weak companions of different descent. With the Buddhist method of tortoise breathing and my three spirit-gathering talismans, as long as we find a secluded and safe place to store our bodies, we can hold on."
"The soul is immortal, the body is immortal. If the body is not attacked, the soul will be safe and sound."
"Now that my soul and that bald donkey's spirit are both intact, it proves that our bodies are fine. As long as we can escape from this dream, we will still be the strongest duo!"
"That's why I told you, kid, don't curse me!"
Wu Xiangwang rolled his eyes when he heard what his Taoist master said: "But this master said that you guys are about to collapse."
The young Taoist priest, frustrated by his teammates' disappointment, scoffed, "It's all because that bald ass insisted on fighting that black ball right here! If our forces hadn't been so deeply entangled with this world earlier, it would have been easy for the two of us to escape."
"Although the mission wasn't completed, at least we won't be trapped here, stuck between a rock and a hard place."
"It's been too long now, and our spiritual powers are gradually being swallowed up and merged by this world. Now we can't get out, and our bodies have reached a critical point. Isn't this Taoist master going to be killed by this bald donkey?"
After the young Taoist priest finished speaking, he kicked the golden Bodhi tree in frustration. "You bastard! I should have dumped you long ago and found new teammates to join me on the journey!"
The monk meditating under the tree opened his eyes, his expression slightly helpless. "If you want to vent your anger on me, just do it. Why bother with the tree? Kicking the tree hurts your feet, and I feel bad for the tree, too."
"Haha, when I can't hold on any longer in a few days, I'll rush over and chop this Bodhi tree into firewood, and burn this damned world of fear in one go."
Wu Xiangwang watched the monk and the Taoist priest conversing, feeling as if he were being brainwashed. He sighed and interrupted their conversation, "No, I think it would be better to change this world sooner rather than end up in a tragic situation where both sides perish, so that the Lord of Fear can develop new feelings."
"The mission I received is to make the Lord of Fear feel an emotion other than fear. I wonder if the two masters have received the same mission as me?"
After all, it’s been three years, the mission should be changed, right?
As a result, the young monk sighed softly and said "Amitabha", and the young Taoist priest sneered:
"Our street's mission is similar to yours. Although the terms are different, the essence is the same."
"But this mission itself carries a considerable trap, or rather, a difficulty. I suspect that the giant black thorn ball may be born with only one emotion: fear."
"I don't know if you've discovered, kid, that giant thorn ball uses human fear to transform into energy, then devours it to grow stronger."
"And since He feeds on fear, and He Himself is the embodiment of fear, how could He possibly have other emotions?"
The young Taoist plunged his sword into the ground in frustration. "So this mission itself is unsolvable. Otherwise, changing emotions and dispelling fear are my specialties. This bald donkey even materialized the Bodhi tree, and I have the Evil-Slaying Sword in my hand. With just these two treasures, I should be able to completely eliminate the fear in this world and create a new world!"
As a result, after three years, Bald Donkey still failed to convert the big thorn ball monster. He killed for three years but still couldn't kill all the monsters in this world. It really exhausted me!
"This bald donkey used to have nine bodhi trees!"
When Wu Xiangwang heard what the young Taoist said, his expression became a little serious.
It was obvious that this monk and the Taoist priest were both adventurers with real abilities, and their powers might even have unique bonuses in the City of Fear.
However, even so, the monks and Taoists spent three years without being able to change the world of fear. Instead, they gradually consumed their own spiritual power and almost exhausted themselves to death.
What should he, an ordinary person who has no idea how to be liberated, do?
"Hey, kid, your mental strength and soul seem very powerful, but accept your fate. You can't change this world! That Lord of Fear has no emotions other than fear!"
"Since you can't complete the mission anyway, why not just wait until daybreak and leave? Your soul isn't deeply entangled with this world, so you'll be able to wake up naturally in the first few days."
Seeing Wu Xiangwang's pensive expression, the young Taoist priest offered a rare personal suggestion: "Take advantage of those few days to do everything you want to do, and leave a last message for your teammates. Then you will be trapped here like the rest of us, with no way out."
Wu Xiangwang blinked. "Oh, then why don't you tell me in advance where your bodies are? Since you're both going to die, I might as well do a good deed and let you two rest in peace, right?"
Taoist Zhang San: "Hey! You're dreaming! I can still live another five hundred years!"
At this time, the young monk slowly started to spoil the show: "Xiao San, we can only hold out for another five days at most."
Taoist Zhang San: "Wulian Tianzun! You bald donkey, shut up! Go and recite your Buddhist scriptures to save your soul!"
Wu Xiangwang couldn't help laughing.
He felt that the monk and the Taoist priest were able to survive until now, most likely due to the great contribution of their mutual banter.
However, he was misled by the words of the master and the Taoist priest, and kept thinking that the Lord of Fear only had the emotion of fear. But since it was a mission to pass the main city, it couldn't be an impossible task.
Just like the Lord of the City of Fear, although he feeds on fear and is perhaps a monster born out of fear, who says that he won't have emotions other than fear?
Wu Xiangwang thought of the lightning that struck down from the sky when He showed "love" before.
That flash of lightning might represent other emotions.
For example, disgust, anger.
Wu Xiangwang asked the young monk, "Master, when your Bodhi tree shines, how does the world react?"
The young monk opened his eyes and thought for a moment before saying seriously, "I can feel the Lord of Fear's gaze, and I can also feel Him devouring my spiritual power."
“But I didn’t feel anything else.”
The monk sighed, "Obviously, those who are strange are not easy to convert."
Don’t forget each other: “…”
"What's with that expression on your face? Why do you look so annoying?" The Taoist raised his eyebrows.
Wu Xiangwang coughed and said, "I think when dealing with weird things, don't even think about persuading them."
"Even if we really want to change people, using the Bodhi tree alone is not enough."
Taoist Zhang San raised his eyebrows, and the monk opened his eyes. "Well, do you have any good suggestions for persuading others?"
Wu Xiangwang waved his hand. "You've been on the wrong track from the very beginning. They're so strange and ignorant of our Buddhist and Taoist culture. They don't even have a basic understanding of good and evil. Your attempt to convert them is just a waste of time, aren't you?"
"But I particularly admire a powerful monk who can stir up all kinds of emotions in others just by using words. I think the master can give it a try."
Monk Wuer asked: "Which monk is it?"
Taoist Zhang San's mind worked faster and he knew more about the jokes. At this moment, a somewhat subtle expression appeared on his face.
Wu Xiangwang was dreaming with his eyes closed at this time, hoping that the important tools he needed would appear quickly in his dream. Then Wu Er and Zhang San saw a huge golden wooden fish as big as a bathtub slowly appear in front of this overly handsome young man. In front of the wooden fish was a microphone facing the wooden fish, and next to the microphone were two huge surround sound speakers comparable to those in a cinema.
Monk Wuer: "..."
Taoist Zhang San: "..."
"What are you doing? With such a big wooden fish and a microphone, who are you trying to kill with noise?!"
Before the wooden fish was struck, Zhang San's face showed a very irritated and angry expression.
"Master Dao, I hate hearing this bald donkey banging the wooden fish the most! Hurry up and take these things away from me! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
But Wu Xiangwang laughed out loud with great pleasure: "Master, look, you're already so annoyed before the wooden fish is even struck and the sutras are even chanted. If it really happens, won't you be annoyed to death?"
"You're still laughing even though you know that?!"
"So, do you think the Lord of Fear is annoyed by people beating wooden fish and chanting scriptures in his dreams?"
"Is annoyance considered an emotion other than fear?"
What Master Zhang San was about to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.
You know what, when I think about it this way, it seems that I can really try this way of salvation.
Even if annoyance is not another emotion besides fear, as long as that guy is annoyed, can other emotions be far behind?
"Damn it, you bald ass! You're the one who's screwed us all. We've been on the wrong path these past three years!"
"Come on, come on, start beating the wooden fish! Stop just meditating! What's the point of meditating? If you don't chant louder and make that eerie creature feel deafening, how can you save it?!"
Monk Wu Er was silent for a moment, and finally he actually stood up and sat in front of the huge golden wooden fish. He effortlessly picked up the big wooden stick that weighed dozens of pounds and began to hit the wooden fish.
Knock once and recite a passage of scripture.
Knock once and recite a passage of scripture.
Knock once to speed up the chanting.
With another knock, the rapid scripture was heard through the loudspeaker, resounding throughout the entire world of fear like a devil's voice piercing through the brain.
Not to mention that the expression on Taoist Zhang San's face had gradually changed from calm to upset and finally to numbness.
Even Wu Xiangwang felt his head buzzing. He could feel his nerves throbbing with every strike of the giant wooden fish. If Tang Sanzang's chanting only annoyed the humans or demons facing him, then the sound of the wooden fish and chanting with surround sound was enough to drive the monsters in the entire terrifying dream crazy.
Wu Xiangwang wanted to plug his ears, feeling that his suggestion had the negative effect of hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting himself by eight hundred.
However, he found that the light gray mist around him seemed to be distorting, and the strange horrors wandering in the distance began to howl miserably.
boom!
Snap!
This time, three or four thunderbolts struck the huge wooden fish and the speakers fiercely. When the thunderbolts struck, the entire dream space shook slightly.
Wu Xiangwang's eyes suddenly lit up, and even Zhang San and Wu Er showed surprised expressions, thinking that the mission was accomplished.
But the space only shook for a moment and then returned to normal.
Wu Xiangwang said:
"Tell me, those thunders just now, did they seem to be saying—"
"Will you shut up?"
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